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[h1][color=ed145b]Sarah[/color][/h1]

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"Well, will wonders ever cease," chortles Sir Gravy as Stephanie not only identifies the small crystal as the mysterious tome, but transforms a mundane pouch into... something that can hold it.

Peter is similarly wide-eyed and amazed.

"Begging your pardons, Ms. Or- Stephanie, but that's some wondrous magic there," he manages to speak up. "How did you do it?"

[color=ed145b]"It's... it's not magic,"[/color] Sarah says, shaking her head, remembering something vaguely. She turns to Steph. [color=ed145b]"It's... nanotechnology, right? It's... well, it's complicated, but it's as though I know the basics of the process, as well as a lot of things I've never even seen or heard about, the moment I stepped out of my pod... Just enough to familiarize me with things, I guess..."[/color]

The makeshift 'reader' powers up, and the crystal starts flickering. For a moment, one could see bright flecks and glittering objects within the tiny frame of the crystal, as though it were an image of the night sky, with the stars themselves shining within. Then a spectral geometric shape appears a foot above the crystal, slowing unfurling until it forms what Stephanie could recognize as a holographic display. It glitches out a bit, but it takes form in sharp detail rather quickly, revealing what appears to the others as a scholarly woman in the garb of the Ancients, but Stephanie can clearly recognize as Julie Anderson, her long-lost mother, in a happier time.

[hider=Julie's Message]"...date today is... December 12th, year [STATIC] and here we are, working on Project Prometheus [i]yet again[/i]. I swear, Dr. Logan's a freaking slave driver; he wants the miniaturized reactors ready by next week. And the cryopods. [i]And[/i] his precious 'biogenic-sensitive' circuitry prepared. Why not ask for the Sun in the palm of his hand while he's at it?

"Okay, okay, I kid. Dr. Logan is... driven, and to be honest, it's hard to not get infected with his enthusiasm for the project. He just seems to tied up in his Biogenics lab and only pokes his head out once in a while, so it's hard to get across that a lot of this stuff takes time, especially at the crazy purity levels he's asking. We can make stuff sturdy, reliable, and effective, only 82% pure, and it'll last centuries, but nope, he wants his precious pieces at 95% or higher. It'll take more time, so tell him to cool it a bit. All the time we're telling him this is for just prototypes, but damn it if he isn't persistent.

"Still, I know what it's like to be a perfectionist, so can't blame him for it. Hopefully Dr. Westfield will help mellow him out a bit. She's got his same spark, but I had coffee with her once; she seems like a friendly sort.

"Anyways, moving on, here's the list of the facilities where the equipment is being sent. Some of it's supposed to arrive right about now, others are going to be there within the next two weeks, so tell Drake to get off our case, we're doing the best we can. The files and records will be on servers designated PANDORA-4 and higher, though as I said Bob, I always make copies of my work, so I'll be sure to send you something secure.

This is Dr. Anderson, signing out."[/hider]
A three-dimensional map of... somewhere forms in the hologram, and Stephanie can recognize it as the land masses of old, prior to the Harbinger Incident. Several dots appear, marking what appears to be the facilities her mother was talking about, with small percentages next to them indicating completion rates of various items.

"Forgive me Stephanie, but... I don't think I understood much of that," Peter apologizes.

[color=orangered]Pip similarly looks at the map, and tilts his head at Stephanie with a curious whine. It's almost as if he's curious too.[/color]