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Leaning back in his chair, the first scientist turns to their purist counterpart while swirling a glass that may or may not contain water.

[i]"A romantically passionate notion. With bionics, technology, and the full armamentarium...when did we win this war?"[/i] retorting with a cheeky grin before dismissively sighing with a flourish of joking exaspiration. [i]"I won't patronize you, but if humanity needs people like us, then 'existing technology's is [u]not[/u] enough"[/i] His tone becoming stern and contrasting of their usual light-heartedness as they grit their teeth and went back to pouring over charts and sample tests. After a moment, the jingle of ice against glass jingled from a sip which was soon followed by the closest to an agreement the two had in weeks, [i]"I hope humanity never needs to change to keep from becoming extinct. What's the point of coming back from the edge, at that point? Robots, animals...monsters...the Kuubi, themselves. It's inhuman no mater how you look at it."[/i]