[You know, that story was real cute until the last part. It had Medic smiling and nodding along, then abruptly his smile felt inappropriate and out of place. Awkwardly, he shifts his expression into something a little more fitting for the occasion. Concern is a bit too hard, but quiet sympathy he can do.]
Some sort of invention gone wrong, or...?
[He doesn't want to make assumptions, but...well, this is a Conagher they're talking about. They tend to play a little fast and loose with their own safety when it comes to their machines. See: Dell's arm.]
B.
[Medic is on cloud 9 regardless of the mild dizziness he hasn't quite managed to shake off. He just proved -to someone other than his birds- that he can beat Death at its own game. Nothing could possibly dampen his good mood, not even the obnoxiousness of vertigo.]
Oh, there was really nothing to it. It was a simple matter of graphing each nucleic acid sequence in my genome and converting the patterns into binary code.
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[You know, that story was real cute until the last part. It had Medic smiling and nodding along, then abruptly his smile felt inappropriate and out of place. Awkwardly, he shifts his expression into something a little more fitting for the occasion. Concern is a bit too hard, but quiet sympathy he can do.]
Some sort of invention gone wrong, or...?
[He doesn't want to make assumptions, but...well, this is a Conagher they're talking about. They tend to play a little fast and loose with their own safety when it comes to their machines. See: Dell's arm.]
B.
[Medic is on cloud 9 regardless of the mild dizziness he hasn't quite managed to shake off. He just proved -to someone other than his birds- that he can beat Death at its own game. Nothing could possibly dampen his good mood, not even the obnoxiousness of vertigo.]
Oh, there was really nothing to it. It was a simple matter of graphing each nucleic acid sequence in my genome and converting the patterns into binary code.
[Again, simple stuff.]