[h2]Maceroy Falthon[/h2]
Wandering through the Library of the Machina of Man, Maceroy took some time to glance over a couple of touchscreen pads, casually dismissing them when he recognised bits and pieces of information that he'd scanned through before, or had already known about even prior to the enslavement of his kind in Hell. T'was a shame, he felt, how hard it was to find new knowledge sometimes. He felt he knew so much already... and, well, he did, certainly compared to the brutish race that he happened to share genes with, but oftentimes to those who supposedly lived within the machina to boot.

[i]Bah. And yet even most of my knowledge will become irrelevant, if HR-513 succeeds in his goal,[/i] he pondered, at once hoping the Harvester succeeded for how much extra knowledge he might be able to bestow upon the harpy, and resenting the possibility that he would. After all, half the reason the machine valued him was his ability to provide him with more knowledge, and if he held access to all of the Machina's information, that left Maceroy with just his own ideas and those of Heaven's backward stores. These were not indefinite founts. Once they ran out, it was entirely plausible that HR-513 would see no further use for him... hardly an acceptable end to their deal.

For now, though, there was naught he could do about the situation. The machine's logic was impeccable, and no amount of persuasion would have lead him astray, so Maceroy hadn't even tried. Instead, he'd gone to the Library of the Machina of Man, a room bearing the usual sleek aesthetic of Hyperion in its somewhat minimal decoration, short of the pads themselves. Some had access to more records than others. If he could find one of those, maybe he'd be able to figure out and fulfil another of the Harvester's requests, something about a spacesuit that would accommodate many types of physiology. Not that shapeshifting technology was difficult to manage, but it became exponentially harder to engineer for the more forms one needed to account for... maybe a suit that worked on the grounds of nanotechnology... or a cloud of nanites to surround the user, to generate air as needed and deflect projectiles? That had potential, but it didn't necessarily account for actual vacuum protection the way a full suit did. But then the solution to that was so obvious it didn't bear bringing up... and propulsion! Wings weren't exactly useful in the [i]vacuum of space,[/i] after all, so that'd be important for angels and demons alike...

Something in one of the pads caught Maceroy's eye as he scrolled past it. He quickly flicked back to the document in question, an exposé about the supposed nature of the Nexus' reality as being entirely based in subjective, rather than objective reality. Something relating to the double-slit experiment, and how observing atoms changed how they acted. Foolish, on the grounds that the atom changed how it acted specifically because "observing it" required tossing something on an atomic or subatomic scale into it, forcing it into one state or another rather than its usual quantum activity. But with that in mind... perhaps one could use that property, or a similar property, to one's own ends? Atoms- nay, the fundamental particles making up everything, atoms included- were subject to magical manipulation, his very own power to create light that erased shadows proved it. Could such means also provide the capacity to change the nature of atoms? To perhaps pluck and prod at even the individual strings and points of reality itself, on an impossibly miniscule scale replicated over and over to affect the macroverse? And if so, what could such manipulation achieve...?

One could only ponder. He let the presently-unrealistic idea rest in the back of his mind, continuing to idly scan through the pads for potential additions to his thought process until his goal for a spacesuit altered to fit any potential wearer was set in his mind. Once it was, he began to make his way out of the Library, having it in mind to return to his and HR-513's shared workshop. Technically, it was his alone, but since the Harvester was so valuable, he felt it was only fair to provide its services freely to him... especially since the android was technically the one who crafted most things within it anyway, often at the harpy scientist's request.