Unity are not quite sure what to expect when they enter the room with Doctor Moreau. An ambush? To be told that they're the perfect soldier, the perfect weapon? That their DNA will be used to make many more? Or that PhDestruction... err, Peter had simply gone mad? Or perhaps a sudden urge to kill Dr. Moreau?
None of those happen immediately, obviously, but they're still wary, tenseness clear in their posture as they walk into the room. "We're from one of the many parallel Earths... we're not sure how you're labeling them, so we're not quite sure what more to say about that," they say aloud as their eyes flick around the room.
"We did have an implanted command of some sort, though it seems to have gotten a little garbled," they add, deciding not to mention just yet that they're not sure whether or not this *was* where the command was trying to lead them. "Did our creator say something about us coming, or was creating us part of why he left?" "We have, as you can imagine, a lot of questions."
"I don't think Peter was your creator. I think the planet CG-517 was. Or something on the planet. Whatever came back from the planet, was not Peter. We'll tell you the whole story and show you the video, but we're going to need to drop out of the Shuffle to populate CG-420 while we do," says Moreau. "This is an Earth where the dinosaurs survived and homo sapiens never stood a chance. Now we've got some people from an overpopulated and dying Earth that like the idea of taming dinosaurs and becoming the dominant life form in such a savage environment. Any of you want to join them? What about you, handsome, want to populate a planet?"
He's looking at Theo when he says that last bit, but he'd happily settle you on CG-420 if you'd like to become dinosaur dinner.
"Any of you want to join them? What about you, handsome, want to populate a planet?"
"I don't think I'll need any help in that department", Theo shrugs. But saving the TAROT dimensions is just enough excitement for me right now. Maybe when I retire from multidimensional super-heroics."
"Excellent," replies Moreau with a friendly smile. "You might want to sit down; if you're not used to transdimensional travel, you might find this a bit nauseating."
One of the screens in the meeting room begins to display a view of the Shuffle. The station is zeroing in, very, very slowly on a single mote of light labelled CG-420.
"Peter was our top geneticist," says Moreau. Montgomery stiffens and his cheeks flush red. Moreau notices and doesn't care. "He was in charge of nurturing a multispecies settlement on CG-517. Something wasn't working. He visited the planet every 10,000 years spending about 3 months on the planet overall. Even after 5 attempts to tweak the species, we weren't getting the desired results. We decided to scrub the project and start again. We sent Peter back with a couple of his clones. This should have been routine."
The AI Montgomery says, "Exiting the Shuffle in 10 minutes."
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"This should have been routine," says Moreau.
"In my experience, it often never is routine", Theo smirked, looking to his micro-daughter.
Nissa giggles at the insinuation. It often never is routine… it often never is routine… She stops giggling. With apologies to Mr. van Donk, Theo’s words may be the best fatherly wisdom Nissa’s ever received—even though Dad technically wasn’t talking to her.
She chimes in, “So you don’t make giant chickens. But you must have made that machine that kept pumping out big-nose people and big-lip people and big-arm people and people whose forehead is more like a fourteenhead.”
"...How many cross dimensional organizations are just floating around at this point?" Zellgato inquires, having a strange amount of folks floating around but not often meeting it seems like. "I suppose another question would be, how well known are your services in a general-world leaderships sense?"
Unity don't like the Doctor's obvious ego, but they don't speak any judgment for now. "What *were* the desired results of what Peter was working on, hm? The clones of his we encountered seemed to have some odd ideas about us," they say. "Or are the clones we encountered out there actually of what came back?"
They are, after all, pondering if those desired results have anything to do with themself, or if it truly was something from the world Peter disappeared on that created them.
To Zellgato they comment, "Well, if the dimensions are infinite, then there'd be infinitely many, right?"
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"In my experience, it often never is routine", Theo smirked, looking to his micro-daughter.
"Wise words," Moreau laughs. This Moreau is much friendlier than the other one. It feels a little fake like he took a course on making friends and knows how it is done but doesn't really understand it.
Nissa giggles and chimes in, “So you don’t make giant chickens. But you must have made that machine that kept pumping out big-nose people and big-lip people and big-arm people and people whose forehead is more like a fourteenhead.”
"Oh, God. I think I know the project you're talking about. The Utopians? I was an assistant on that project about 20 years ago. Whatever happened to them?"
None of the timelines Moreau proposes make sense chronologically, unless Moreau is tens of thousands of years old. For him to have been involved in the Utopia project he must have been around ages ago. Clearly, his research involves using the Shuffle to move to any point in a dimension's timeline, while you've tended to aim to maintain some kind of personal chronological integrity.
"The Utopian idea was a failed one anyway. Producing highly specialized individuals who exist in a static society is easy compared to what we do ... produce entire worlds of highly adaptable, flexible people capable of dealing with challenging situations. As Marcus Aurelius once told me, "The obstacle is the way!". We must give these people challenges for them to grow."
AI Montgomery begins a 3 minute countdown for the Shuffle exit. Nissa rarely gives you 3 seconds.
"Dinosaurs are a great obstacle!" says Moreau.
"What *were* the desired results of what Peter was working on, hm? The clones of his we encountered seemed to have some odd ideas about us," they say. "Or are the clones we encountered out there actually of what came back?"
"Peter," says Moreau, "Or whatever took over his body--disappeared into his lab when he returned from CG-517. I thought he was depressed about the mission's failure. When Prendick checked in on him, he found him secretive. He'd activated several of his clones and was communicating with them telepathically, which was new. As for what he was working on, I think you can guess. He was trying to create you. He told Prendick [i]'Unity must reign.' He didn't make a lot of sense."
"...How many cross dimensional organizations are just floating around at this point?" Zellgato inquires, having a strange amount of folks floating around but not often meeting it seems like. "I suppose another question would be, how well known are your services in a general-world leaderships sense?"
To Zellgato they comment, "Well, if the dimensions are infinite, then there'd be infinitely many, right?"
AI Montgomery concurs, "Correct. The Shuffle is infinite but Shuffle hopping organizations are exceptionally rare. Only one in a million dimensions has the capacity to travel the Shuffle at will. But, you are correct that 1/1,000,000 of infinity is still infinity."
Henri continues to try to sense the surroundings with his nanites, so he’s only half listening to the conversations.
Henri continues to try to sense the surroundings with his nanites, so he’s only half listening to the conversations.
“The people were running out of livable space and sending 72-year-olds to die in the cold darkness. It turned out the blackness blocking the sun was a mass of rapidly-reproducing nanites. We couldn’t defeat them, but we found a way to teach the nanites the value of life.
“The world is doing fine now”—she’s pretty sure Darkstar would’ve warned her otherwise, given the nature of her temporal intervention. Without skipping a beat, Nissa proudly adds—“and I have a daughter who’s basically a fairy made of two-and-a-half septillion nanites.”
Nissa watches the 3-minute countdown and braces herself.
Moreau exclaims, "72? They were programmed to only live to 60. I wonder what went wrong. What a shame that project got defunded."
As he talks the base transitions from the Shuffle to the inner atmosphere of a green Earth. The transition is mild for experienced travelers like yourselves.
You can hear cheering from other rooms and from corridors briefly.
"Here we are. We'll be dropping almost everyone off and coming back on a planned schedule. You want to visit the planet? It's quite wonderful here. In this entire cluster of dimensions, the asteroids missed and life on Earth evolved quite differently," explains Montgomery.
"Or, maybe you have more questions for me?" asks Moreau.
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Nissa keeps a lot of comments to herself, but she lights up (literally glows brighter) at the prospect of visiting the alternate Earth!
…but she keeps quiet, not wanting to suggest a detour without knowing whether Unity is interested.
"Or, maybe you have more questions for me?" asks Moreau.
Theo patiently waits for Unity to respond. The godling decided before the mission took place that he would have Unity's back; regardless of what he chooses. The Olympian is aware this might be the best time for the chimerafolk to get more answers.
"You wouldn't happen to have any idea as to where Peter or whatever really came back went off to, would you?" Unity ask Dr. Moreau as they go over what they've discussed. "Maybe a bit more of a description of CG-517, it seems like we might have to go take a look there to unravel this mystery. We'd need to know which time period Peter went back to in its timeline, of course."
"You wouldn't happen to have any idea as to where Peter or whatever really came back went off to, would you?" Unity ask Dr. Moreau as they go over what they've discussed. "Maybe a bit more of a description of CG-517, it seems like we might have to go take a look there to unravel this mystery. We'd need to know which time period Peter went back to in its timeline, of course."
"The thing that was Peter escaped into another dimension. Are you familiar with fictional sub-dimensions? Apparently, there is one in which I, or a version of me, is a main character and none of this is real! From there, I know not where he went. Montgomery pursued him to this bizarre island of my doppleganger and lost him. He must have escaped from there." explains Moreau.
"I got in a fistfight with myself and lost," says Montgomery.
In answer to Unity's other question, the Holographic AI Moreau responds at length. Holographic maps and charts appear to illustrate his points and remain floating around him after. "CG-517 is an Earth in the Julian cluster where no homo species emerged, despite the suitable conditions. We inserted genetically distinct communities formed around clusters of highly adaptive implanted traits drawn from a variety of animal species. Communities of 50-200 were located in seven places on the African continent, a maximum of 500 miles apart. Subsequent examinations over a period of 50,000 years showed little social or cultural competition between communities. Communities rarely grew beyond the size they were at settlement. After 200,000 years, nothing suggested the CG-517 would produce desired results."
"Is that so? We actually did stop by that sub-dimension, though we didn't see any signs of former-Peter," Unity say.
Other than the giant sea monster that helped them to the island, they think to themself. They look to the AI hologram and say, "What were the desired results of the CG-517 project, and how were those communities surviving with such small populations? Over such a long time we'd think they'd suffer from inbreeding with so small a population."
At the same time they say to Moreau, "Unfortunate that you lost him. You wouldn't happen to have any recordings of him just before he left or anything, would you? It's possible he left some clue or trigger for us that could lead us to him."
"Is that so? We actually did stop by that sub-dimension, though we didn't see any signs of former-Peter," Unity say.
Other than the giant sea monster that helped them to the island, they think to themself. They look to the AI hologram and say, "What were the desired results of the CG-517 project, and how were those communities surviving with such small populations? Over such a long time we'd think they'd suffer from inbreeding with so small a population."
At the same time they say to Moreau, "Unfortunate that you lost him. You wouldn't happen to have any recordings of him just before he left or anything, would you? It's possible he left some clue or trigger for us that could lead us to him."
Moreau ignores the question of the desired results.
"The original communities stayed the same size. A few new communities were formed whenever any of them grew too large, always at a non-competitive distance. They avoided in-breeding through something akin to arranged marriages between the different communities. The shared culture they developed across these was organized and precise," Moreau replies.
"Arranged marriages of a sort, but Peter could never figure out who was doing the arranging," explains Montgomery. "There was no communication between the villages, no one in charge in each village, but the villages cooperated and shared. They were well-governed, but without rulers. They were highly religious, but without priests. Most of these planets develop a mono-theistic religion around the legend of Moreau, but they had their own gods and spoke directly to them."
Unity shall reign, Unity think to themself. Just what did happen on CG-517? How are they tied to it? Is it somehow a version of themself that is running this whole society? And what is the purpose of it if so?
"Most planets come to worship Moreau? How fascinating," Unity comment drily. "It seems like we'll certainly have to go there ourselves. What time period did Peter go to on the planet the last time you saw the real Peter? Likely that's when we should go."
...were all of the Peter clones on the station actually 'safe'? It seems like it wouldn't have been hard for a sleeper agent of sorts to be left here.
And should they *really* just leave Moreau's operation as-is? On the one paw, it was... well, one man meddling with the history of hundreds of worlds simply to match his idea of the way the universe should be. On the other, isn't that what they themself were doing in a way? Oh, not that they thought they should just let everyone do as they wished, but based on their experience, any effort to talk Moreau out of his course of action would be useless, and... well, they didn't feel like *murder* would be justified.
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It shows Moreau's institute's pitch to something called OMM regarding a series of CG dimensions. The CG planets were all being populated by Moreau's creations with the goal of producing millions of soldiers adaptable to a wide variety of environments.
To sum up: Moreau isn't populating planets, he's farming populations over millions of years in dimensions where no one will notice. What OMM does with these marines is not discussed other than a reference to the 'future wars'. It's hard to tell whether the speaker meant the 'wars in the future' or the 'wars for the future'.
"Most planets come to worship Moreau? How fascinating," Unity comment drily. "It seems like we'll certainly have to go there ourselves. What time period did Peter go to on the planet the last time you saw the real Peter? Likely that's when we should go."
"Peter's last trip to the planet was 50,000 years after Settlement. He was sent to scrub the project so we could start fresh with different genetics but using the infrastructure we'd already built on-site. We could take you there, if you'd like, on one of our ships, but, first, there's something you should see. Whatever came back from the planet did amazing things ..."
Moreau indicates that you should follow him out of the meeting room to a small, but comfortable, fully enclosed, automated vehicle. You can see out from the inside, but no one can see in. Moreau could, in such a vehicle, move throughout his base with some degree of privacy.
"We can make our own way there with a good enough description, thank you, but we will want to see what he did," Unity say.
They casually shift forms to their bipedal form to fit in the vehicle. Moreau's lack of answer for certain of their questions has not escaped their notice.
"By 'scrub the project', you mean...?" they ask as they take their seat.
"We can make our own way there with a good enough description, thank you, but we will want to see what he did," Unity say.
They casually shift forms to their bipedal form to fit in the vehicle. Moreau's lack of answer for certain of their questions has not escaped their notice.
"By 'scrub the project', you mean...?" they ask as they take their seat.
"Nothing horrible," says Moreau.
"We release a selective virus in all population centers that renders those with the targeted gene sterile. In this case, we would have aimed for the entire population. Some people resist the virus, but within 100 years or so, we've usually got a clean slate," expands Montgomery.
The vehicle begins to slow somewhere in a maze of white corridors. "Here we are," says Moreau. "It took a while for us to realize Peter wasn't Peter anymore. We thought he was simply depressed about the failure of the mission, but there was something different about him. He locked himself in his lab, which wasn't unusual, but he stopped filing daily progress reports. Finally, I came to see what he was working on."
By the tone of Moreau and Montgomery, some of you might find whatever is inside to be horrible.
Moreau gets out of the vehicle and leads you into a room with 9 large stasis tubes. Something is in them, but the tubes are not lit and, whatever is in there, is frozen in time.
Zellgato follows up with Unity and the others into the vehicle, but attempts to sit in a fashion that would give Theo and Unity room to move if need be.
As the story continues, Zellgato noticable shake slightly and has a sharper intake of breath behind his mask. But he does his best to settle in. He clearly had a spike of emotion at the "selective virus" story. He however, acquists his more impulsive actions he would take alone, to the group he's with. He tries to be a better person with this group.
He'll however, record and note Montgomery's explaination of the shuffle physics.He refrains from speaking nor questioning, as a result of limiting himself from outburts driven by his own emotional issues with "World changing apocolypse" level muking about they speak of as if it was a footnote.
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"Nothing horrible," says Moreau.
"We release a selective virus in all population centers that renders those with the targeted gene sterile. In this case, we would have aimed for the entire population. Some people resist the virus, but within 100 years or so, we've usually got a clean slate," expands Montgomery.
"Ah, yes. Quite... humane," Unity say, grinning. Their grin shows off a large number of teeth. The urge to sink those teeth into the neck so close to them is strong... but surely Dr. Moreau couldn't have lived this long if he were truly so incautious as to sit next to someone that could easily kill him without defenses?
They pause for just a moment at the entrance to the room, sighing. "That's about what we thought you were going to show us," they say, even before the lights in the tubes come on.
Almost subconsciously, they shift back to their hexapodal form as they pad towards one of the tubes--the one with the chimera gnawing on itself. They place one massive paw on the tube.
"Dealing with being many but one must have been the hardest part of creating a being like us," they murmur. "Nothing could really prepare a mind for that. It took us so long to accept it, truthfully. It's no wonder so many couldn't..."
They trail off. What could *possibly* be worth this? Could any thinking being *really* be willing to sacrifice so many lives to create them? They'd thought many times before on how many must have been killed to collect materials for chimeras like themself... but they hadn't thought about the suffering of the failures, not really. And now... well, their creator has much to answer for. And they will get answers, even though they're certain they will be wholly insufficient justification.
"What does it take to birth a monster, Doctor?" Unity ask, still gazing at the contents of the tube. "Does it happen all at once? A sudden moment, where sanity dies as if shot? Or does it happen gradually, by degrees, one choice at a time?"
They turn to Moreau even as they keep gazing at the failed chimeras. "When you say that Peter wasn't Peter any more, do you mean only behaviorally or do you believe something was biologically different as well? A... doppleganger of sorts, or something possessing his body or mind?"
Theo silently watches Unity probe his questions with Moreau, as the rest of the party accompany the two.
Nissa can’t help but feel for the ‘specimens.’
“Dr. Moreau… leaving those poor souls in stasis is not a mercy. There is life beyond the flesh. I am proof of that if you doubt.
“If you can’t save those wounded creatures, please end them quickly. Free them from their bodies.”
Aside from that, she lets Unity do the talking.
Separate thread, "Are there any theories about what's different about the world that Peter went to? CG-517? It appears that the behavior being observed is unusual and it appears that the planet itself is the variable factor - beyond the normal vagaries of evolution, of course."
“Dr. Moreau… leaving those poor souls in stasis is not a mercy. There is life beyond the flesh. I am proof of that if you doubt.“If you can’t save those wounded creatures, please end them quickly. Free them from their bodies.”
"Young woman," says the Doctor, "I don't know what you are or how you are put together, but souls do not exist. If there was such a thing as a soul, I would have found it and improved it by now."
"Dealing with being many but one must have been the hardest part of creating a being like us," they murmur. "Nothing could really prepare a mind for that. It took us so long to accept it, truthfully. It's no wonder so many couldn't..."
"Interesting," says Moreau, "The thing that used Peter said something to that effect."
"What does it take to birth a monster, Doctor?" Unity ask, still gazing at the contents of the tube. "Does it happen all at once? A sudden moment, where sanity dies as if shot? Or does it happen gradually, by degrees, one choice at a time?"
"I'm not sure," says Moreau treating the question as a technical one. "If you're willing to let me study your genetics, I might be able to tell you whether a layering process was used or whether you were hard-coded. Whatever came back from the planet had more talent than Peter ever had. The DNA I read made me weep. It was like music."
"When you say that Peter wasn't Peter any more, do you mean only behaviorally or do you believe something was biologically different as well? A... doppleganger of sorts, or something possessing his body or mind?"
"It was Peter's body," said Moreau. "We scanned him. But something else had taken over his mind. Something brilliant but strange. Alien."
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The AI presents Henri with data and findings from CG-160, which was also scrubbed. The research shows a desperate culture trying to figure out why their god, Mo-Ro, had cursed them to disappear. The last hundred survivors develop a theory that they had sinned somehow. The 45 of the last 50 took their own lives. The remaining five left no record.
"We have multiple theories about what went wrong on CG-517," says AI Montgomerey, "but your hypothesis about the planet itself being part of the explanation corresponds with what the population of CG-517 claimed. They said their evolution was guided by their gods, the world-souls. We have some anthropological research on their religion."
"Young woman," says the Doctor, "I don't know what you are or how you are put together, but souls do not exist. If there was such a thing as a soul, I would have found it and improved it by now."
“Dr. Moreau… leaving those poor souls in stasis is not a mercy. There is life beyond the flesh. I am proof of that if you doubt.“If you can’t save those wounded creatures, please end them quickly. Free them from their bodies.”
“Funny,” Nissa flatly replies to the doctor, “I feared being reborn as a goddess’ daughter would go to my head, give a kinda superiority complex. But it’s actually been a humbling experience. The ego I had as a human didn’t die right away. It slowly faded.”
The Dawnflower forbids lying.
“Not completely.,” she admits.
“But you, Dr. Moreau… you’ve been playing God so much that you think you’re as omniscient. You have all this brilliance, all this ambition, and the moment I say the word ‘soul,’ you dismiss it because you never got to experiment on one.
“That is the point. It’s the part of someone that no mortal can harm.”
And maybe Nissa wants to tell Dr. Moreau off. But what good would it do? Or a better question: could any good come out of proving a soul exists…?
“I don’t know if I can prove a soul exists. But I have heard that there are creatures who can harm a soul… or perhaps they keep the soul captive.
“It happened to a dear friend of a dear friend. It happened a few years ago and on another world.” Nissa tells Moreau the gist version of Marshall Alashine’s fate. “So… here’s where your knowledge is far beyond mine.”
Nissa is truly humble now. Because telling off the doctor is not important. Rescuing Alashine is. And Moreau may have knowledge that can help.
“You know so much more than I do about the Shuffle. Is it possible for me to go to that world on that day and take Marshall Alashine from her fate—bring her to my time, so that nothing between then and now changes—at least not on other worlds?
“The creatures who took Alashine’s souls would have to perish. I don’t know what the unintended consequence is.” She thinks about how saving April didn’t prevent Ms. Gray from killing Greel. “I only know that meddling in the past doesn’t span worlds, even when it should.”
"No, no, that's quite all right, I don't believe there should be more of us," Unity say. "We were simply being... poetic, Doctor. But why *have* you preserved these? It does seem rather gauche to keep infants in frozen in the moment of self-mutilation around, don't you think?"
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On occasion, the 'world-spirits' claimed a host and spoke with one voice. The host was usually someone who was dying and who chose to have the spirits come on them, having 'gone to the place where the spirits call' which was 'the place of the lesser spirit'. These hosts died fairly quickly after opening themselves up to the three spirits and, according to the anthroplogical notes were 'burning with the inner fire lit in their minds by the presence of the spirits'.
The Doctor rolls his eyes and looks bored when Nissa talks about souls, but does seem somewhat interested in the story about Alashine. WHen Nissa flatters him and asks about the Shuffle, he warms up.
“You know so much more than I do about the Shuffle. Is it possible for me to go to that world on that day and take Marshall Alashine from her fate—bring her to my time, so that nothing between then and now changes—at least not on other worlds?"
“The creatures who took Alashine’s souls would have to perish. I don’t know what the unintended consequence is.” She thinks about how saving April didn’t prevent Ms. Gray from killing Greer. “I only know that meddling in the past doesn’t span worlds, even when it should.”
"Non-fictional dimensions connect only through their stories which bleed into the Shuffle. This seems to be how and why these fictional subdimensions emerge and exist; they are links forged between worlds, formed when semantic content coagulates in the Shuffle. Changing these stories changes how people see their worlds; changing these stories, changes these worlds, opening up new continuities and discontinuities. But, outside of these stories maintained in the Shuffle, worlds do not directly connect. If you rescued this Alashine, only the world you rescued her from would be affected, except to the extent it changed some stories about her."
He pauses to check a report from CG-420's surface team and then continues, "Likewise, if you stop whatever took Peter from taking Peter, you could return here with Peter and find Peter had still been taken, Unity would continue to exist, as would these experiments..."
Montgomery picks up the thread, "It takes a tremendous amount of energy to leave and enter the Shuffle, because you are crossing a dimensional barrier. These barriers keeps these continuities separate, and were it not for the Shuffle and the semantic content that bleeds into it and shapes parts of it, these worlds would have no connection at all."
"No, no, that's quite all right, I don't believe there should be more of us," Unity say. "We were simply being... poetic, Doctor. But why *have* you preserved these? It does seem rather gauche to keep infants in frozen in the moment of self-mutilation around, don't you think?"
"It's only been a couple of weeks since 'Peter' escaped into the Shuffle with a couple of his clones. I'm sure it's been longer for you. Frankly, we've been waiting for you," Moreau explains.
Montgomery huffily picks up the discussion, "That thing somehow reprogrammed six clones with genetic memories at a level we can't copy. We can code aggression into DNA, for example, but we can't program people with commands that get activated in particular circumstances. Having interrogated one of the clones that hadn't escaped we knew you would be returning someday. 'Unity will Return' and 'Unity will Reign', they said. And, just beyond each of those thoughts were entire packets of coded compulsions."
"For this reason as well," says Moreau, "We kept these specimens in stasis. The coding is beautiful, unlike anything I have ever seen."
Moreau looks at Nissa, "If there was a God, he would have coded us like this. Human DNA is mostly gibberish. This was divine."
Nissa can’t deny she’s hovering face to face with a madman. But he’s a helpful madman, and she doubts Unity would just lop his head off… or that it would do any good, considering what he knows of the Shuffle. He probably has a way to come back from his own demise, if he hasn’t done so already. (Nissa currently does not want to ask.)
“If I were to rescue Alashine, it would affect her story… so she would be saved. And if I brought her to my current timeline, all that happened since her loss would make sense. Then only the future, which is unwritten as far as I’m concerned, would be affected.
“…if we all go through with this.” To clarify, she adds, “Someday.”
When Dr. Moreau speaks of a male god, Nissa simply nods. She doesn’t need to bring her mother into this. Technically, her paternal grandfather is a male god.
And now she’s curious. She wants to know how the doctor could perceive DNA. She wants to know if her DNA would appear divine. She does not want to give him a sample. There would be jars of deformed Nissa-fairies, and she would definitely want Dr. Moreau to die screaming if she saw that.
Careful, Nissa… this is not simply a mad scientist. He’s an evil genius. Perhaps the most intelligent and most evil the team has ever encountered.
Hearing no question in Nissa's pondering, Doctor Moreau turns to the group, "So, I hope this answers your questions. We have been delighted. to meet you and have been expecting you for weeks. You said you had your own transportation to CG-517. We have a navigation department if you need support. Ask any of the Prendicks. The Lady Vein is at your service if you'd prefer a ride. Would you like to eat, before you go? The meat is lab-grown, but you would never be able to tell."
Unity are about to refuse the offer of a meal, when they realize... how long *has* it been since they last ate? They look to the rest of the group, trying to silently ask what they think.
"Perhaps we could have a few minutes to discuss our next steps? This has been rather a lot in a short amount of time," they say to Moreau.
Henri blinks, coming into the conversation for the first time in a while. Aloud, he says, "Thanks," but does not mention who he is thanking. "The Lady Vein? What sort of vessel is she, sir?" And then realizes that he's unlikely to get to fly Moreau's private plane and sighs.
Henri blinks, coming into the conversation for the first time in a while. Aloud, he says, "Thanks," but does not mention who he is thanking. "The Lady Vein? What sort of vessel is she, sir?" And then realizes that he's unlikely to get to fly Moreau's private plane and sighs.
In the fictional sub-universe, Prendick was stranded on the island after the loss-at-sea of the Lady Vain.
"You're welcome," says AI Montgomery. "I would rather you didn't tell anyone about the level of access I am giving you. Peter was my friend and I believe that, whatever comes next, you and your friends will do the right thing. This could, in some way, make his loss more bearable."
Unity are about to refuse the offer of a meal, when they realize... how long *has* it been since they last ate? They look to the rest of the group, trying to silently ask what they think.
"Perhaps we could have a few minutes to discuss our next steps? This has been rather a lot in a short amount of time," they say to Moreau.
Moreau agrees and has the vehicle take you 'some place more private'--an empty meeting room without stasis tubes with failed experiments in them.
If you stay more than 10 minutes, a meal is brought.
Moreau would have answered that the Lady Vein was a spaceship retrofitted for the Shuffle. Montgomery would have answered with technical designation that make no sense o you: 'a necro-class light cruiser'.