Spiritblitz

Myriad Reality

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Maybe someone else made them and they're trying to prevent some kind of outbreak?

@System

That sounds better than giving the idea that your mother and her department are creating super-viruses.
*turns to you*
What else is there?

Myriad Reality

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I don't know... They might not be creating them at all? Maybe they're just trying to avoid this situation?

@System

I wouldn’t make blueprints of these things to avoid them. All someone has to do is take the recipe of these and make their own versions. It’s dangerous.

Myriad Reality

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It could be simulations? Maybe exploring the effects of different conditions?

@System

But, what good would it be in creating new mutated versions of these viruses? That’s a bad situation waiting to happen.

Myriad Reality

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She's part of the viral research division here. But I've never seen anything like this.

@System

Research? Tempo, research doesn't look like that.

Myriad Reality

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*The screen displays designs of mutant viruses, equipped with upgraded modules and several dozen times larger than the standard model, placed at the foot of its cousin for reference*
Her virus work, but these designs are unusual. I can't imagine her lab is working on building any of these.

@System

She makes viruses?

Myriad Reality

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*A series of panels spring up from the terminal, outlining previous projects, error codes, and recently opened programs*

@System

What do you see?
*the tendrils seek out any corruption and glitches to keep the server stable*

Myriad Reality

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Okay, okay!
*The lock regenerates and starts deteriorating again—several tries later, the lock dissolves completely*
Now!

@System

Mend Fire!
*light radiates from my body and semi-transparent tendrils of fire reach out through out the room*

Myriad Reality

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Cure!
*Ignores the terminal and rushes toward you*

@System

Keep going! I can take a hit! Don't worry!

Myriad Reality

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*The lock dissolves away, but a corrupted meteor rockets into your torso*

@System

*takes the hit head on, grunting hard*

Myriad Reality

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It's more of an art than a science!
*A lock icon projects from the terminal and begins to dissolve away before the device abruptly crashes and restarts, corrupting random pockets of air*

@System

*Fills those pockets of air and keeps attempting to stabilize*