0846820-OF. cyro {kai-row} (
underscene) wrote in
nexus_sages2015-08-18 08:25 pm
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He's tall. He wears a cleanly pressed green uniform; a barcode and series of numbers where a name plate would typically be. A surgeon's mask hangs around his neck and his hands are still gloved. He's pristine to the point of unnerving, and everything but his eyes might suggest he was in perfect health. He was not, however, nearly as together as he seemed... but that was the story of everyone, wasn't it? The more perfect the outside the more mess lay within.
To say that Cyro had many questions for the forum would be an understatement. As blip amongst the folk within, he'd been watching and listening to people come and go for a bit of time. With such a well of knowledge (and potential stupidity) available here from diverse physics, realities, time, and law, it seemed like such a waste to ask an open question.
It was at the moment where words caught somewhere in his throat he came to a startling realization: he was actually afraid. That must be the ultimate conclusion. There was little else to explain why, even here, he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask. What if no one had an answer?
"Genetic engineering," he began, walking calm through the forum and toward the front. "Does your world have it, how advanced is it, have there been difficulties with it?"
To say that Cyro had many questions for the forum would be an understatement. As blip amongst the folk within, he'd been watching and listening to people come and go for a bit of time. With such a well of knowledge (and potential stupidity) available here from diverse physics, realities, time, and law, it seemed like such a waste to ask an open question.
It was at the moment where words caught somewhere in his throat he came to a startling realization: he was actually afraid. That must be the ultimate conclusion. There was little else to explain why, even here, he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask. What if no one had an answer?
"Genetic engineering," he began, walking calm through the forum and toward the front. "Does your world have it, how advanced is it, have there been difficulties with it?"

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"Ah, no, not anymore. I just come to visit. It's... things back home are... difficult." And that's keeping in mind what little she knows about his home life. "So eventually I won't be going back probably."
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"Something's gone wrong with the multiverse. Different dimensions are starting to... to interact. I don't know exactly what's happening, that sort of stuff is being kept from the public, but I do know it's getting worse and nobody's managed to fix it." This is not easy to talk about, and as much as she tries to be calm and factual about it, she's clearly upset. "Universes are being destroyed and."
And how long until it's hers?
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He stepped a bit ahead of her. He'd have to go back eventually. If there was any chance that things could change, that they could all survive this, he had to go back.
"Do you think we all stumble in here because we're meant to?"
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The question is considered in another stretch of silence. "I've been wondering that myself. I think so. I hope so? It's better than the alternative."
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"The alternative being?" He looked back toward her.
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"Let's hope that's not the case. There is always a logical explanation. When it seems as if there is not, it's simply that we can't understand it yet."
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"I'm inclined to agree with you. I prefer rational explanations for things. But I've learned they're pretty rare."