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Dharek sighs, looking somewhat peturbed at carrying on two…

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
Dharek sighs, looking somewhat peturbed at carrying on two conversations simultaneously. Then, to deal with it, he closes his eyes, and two different exact likenesses of him appear beside Avatar and Arinis, though both have an unreal, ethereal quality. The one facing Arinis has "Left" floating over his head, and the one facing Avatar has "Right".

"Left" looks at Arinis, and smiles. "Oh relax, it's not like I haven't been stripped and prodded before... though I usually prefer to do the prodding. And as far as my mechanics... I can give them a fulll schematic. For a fee of course."

While "Left speaks to Arinis, "Right" shakes his head. "I've been doing nothing about thinking about it. Unfortunately, I'm a cyberneticist, not a cosmologist. My mechanics aren't configured for that variety of computation. I've gotten an accurate simulation of the correspondance effects by going through my recordings. I was only exposed to the wormhole for one millionth of a second, if that means anything to you."

Exasperated, both Left and Right turn towards the tender. "And where's my drink?"
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