Memory

Myriad Reality

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That's the easiest part.

*Walks through a threshold and double doors into a small chamber, where a mist is emitted to sterilize every surface inside it*

You're welcome to watch, or to not watch, whichever you prefer. I don't want to give an estimate on how long it's going to take when I haven't seen the condition.

*The inner double doors open to an operating room where Artemis is laying on what appears to be a large table with a light mist coming from it. Dark Dynamo is laying on another, still glowing green slightly*

Oh, she put him here too. Well, at least we'll be able to keep an eye on him.

*Walks over to Stella next to the table*

Did Envy already start the freeze, or did you want a look first, Stella?

@Yatagarasu

I haven't gotten a chance to yet. I don't get to see enough blood and gore from field patients, so I wanna take my time here.
*Whips out my magnifying glass*

Myriad Reality

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*Stops halfway through a facepalm*

I see. So she's his daughter, then. I guess we'll have to wing it a little more than preferred.

*I pull out a phone and text Stella: 'If you're up for being a lab assistant for a little while, I could use your help. Envy's setting up Lab K right now.'*

But that shouldn't be a major issue. Just another step to the process, checking that.

@Yatagarasu

*Responds "Absolutely, will be right there" with a sticker of a cartoon black and white marsupial giving a thumbs up, and makes my way to Lab K*

Myriad Reality

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*Nods back in acknowledgement*
Thanks again.
*Summons a device into my hands in a small flash of light and begins tapping away*

@GalaxyRaider

*Waves with one hand and with a single step, sinks into the canyon as if it were liquid*

Myriad Reality

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I'm a consistent person, to say the least.

@GalaxyRaider

I do hope so.
*Nods*
Until next time.

Myriad Reality

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*Nods*
That, and I personally feel it's safest in your hands over most anyone other than my own.

@GalaxyRaider

*The door leads us back to the canyon's surface, with no trace of the original compound*
And I expect you to demonstrate your continued trustworthiness. As I anticipate you intend to.

Myriad Reality

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Some do. I hate it. We'd not be speaking right now if Nemid's Heart had ended up in someone else's hands, but this is admittedly among the most preferred outcomes.

@GalaxyRaider

Well, it is among the most convenient for you.

Myriad Reality

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*Nods and shifts to a head-shaking motion in a short span*
Not such a unique characteristic, in my relatively very small experience.

@GalaxyRaider

Perhaps not. I have not observed that your kind tends to seek out Tier Five's members, in any case.

Myriad Reality

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I suppose I never would have expected that to be the case. But I know that you know Data isn't even remotely the only one I could be talking about. Just the most prolific example... Admittedly, from a smaller pool now than it was not long ago.

@GalaxyRaider

Those who attempt to ingrain themselves into the affairs of Tier Five tend to not last long.
*Pushes against space, which cracks in a rectangle pattern of light, opening like a door*
Not by our choice, either.

Myriad Reality

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Maybe a little. I've spent so long working on things and being at most a single degree of separation from a lot of your group's work, minor curiosities like that tend to develop. Can't help it.

@GalaxyRaider

Tier Five has no single points of failure but no redundancy. Data interacts with you by choice, but by no means represents the Tier as a whole.

Myriad Reality

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I always wondered how exclusively you guys relied on him, in the handyman department.
*Glances down toward the floor as we walk, and the tone of my voice drops slightly, almost unnoticeably so*
Interesting to know there's some... Overlap in skills.

@GalaxyRaider

Fishing for information?
*The torches flicker and the ground falls away behind us as we walk, tile by tile*