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googledox[Brainy hasn't slept since they retreated to the outpost, because the damn thing is a sprocking mess. Fortunately, he's not the only gearhead the Legion has, but he's still had to work his hardest to make order out of chaos, getting important systems online, retrofitting some of the older equipment to meet their current needs - even playing (sigh) plumber, and troubleshooting a major malfunctioning in the waste processing system.]
[There are many problems that need solving, but they needed breathable air and running water before everything else.]
[Now, he's finally in the pathetic, gutted excuse for a lab, working on Metron's throne. His original plan had been to offset the immense mental processing power it required by creating a vast network of linked minds, from volunteers among the team and staff - but with Legion World gone and most of the staff ferried to other places in the UP - they lack the manpower (mindpower?) for that now. There aren't enough minds to spread the processing of information over.]
[So instead, he does something else: he tries to make one mind temporarily fast enough and powerful enough to process what needs to be process to briefly access the information they need. And of course he chooses his own. Valeria and Merl potentially have the intellect but there's no way he'd ever put their minds at risk like this. Besides, he has something they don't at the moment - outside intereference fettering his full intelligence that's technically removable. ]
[His personality inhibitors are absolutely essential for him to even function, but the whole reason he needs them is that the Anomaly advanced his intellect measurably beyond a 12th level several years ago - causing it to devolve into chaos. So he makes the logical choice.]
Thanks to all the work we've done, the Outpost is "functioning" (and I use the term loosely) at a level that allows the team at least to function on a rudimentary, albeit pathetic, level. Now that I'm no longer being reduced to the role of glorified handyman, I've had time to develop a way to access the information in Metron's throne. We no longer have enough minds nearby to disperse the processing requirements of the throne via a telesthetic network like I'd originally planned, but I believe I've discovered a way to temporarily enhance my own intelligence enough to access the throne long enough to get the information we need.
It's almost certainly going to be...unpleasant, as I'll have to temporarily remove my personality inhibitors, but we've run low on options, and this should allow me to access it without suffering extensive brain damage, so...
[He takes off the little white implants on his cheeks and immediately winces as the mental chaos starts up, then he puts on a ridiculous and bulky looking headpiece covered in strange blinking diodes and wires.]
I'm broadcasting and recording the attempt on the off-chance I relay vital information during the process that my mind no longer has the storage and processing capacity to remember later.
[A pause, and then he adds sheepishly:]
Oh, and also in case I miscalculated and collapse with the resulting stroke and require emergency medical care, but the likelihood of that eventuality is fortunately minuscule, no need for concern.
[And up he hops into Metron's chair. Merl is nearby, sitting in his little hover-chair, manning some controls. "Are you sure this plan should be implemented, father?" he asks, a little nervously.]
Yes, Merl. It should be fine.
[Merl nods, and says gleefully, "Then I'm making a mental note so that I have ammunition the next time I want to engage in a reckless activity."]
How fortunate that it won't matter because I'll still say no.
[Merl pouts.]
Engaging systems in three, two, one. Engage.
[Merl pulls the lever, nearby equipment charges up and...then it explodes, causing the room to fill with smoke. But Merl is at least fine, safe behind a little forcefield wall. And then Brainy suddenly stumbles out of the smoke, weird headpiece askew, and with the lights on it blinking out. He's at least uninjured but...]
-- infinite beyond measure, calculate based on stellar mass, to the order of the Nth power. A microscopic black hole will be required but can be stabilized (it can be stabilized!) but we'll need someone with the ability to control gravimetrics - not Jazmin or Rider, they lack the finesse required, so who else -
Ah! Aha! Yes!
[He starts laughing maniacally.]
I know where they are! I know where they are and how to get to them, the walls can be breached with the right field harmonics -
[He disappears off screen, still rambling, and starts piling equipment into the middle of the room.]
- just need to go to Phelolu, but once we have him again, we can breach into the pocket of the Bleed where Metron hid the Miracle Machine from there -
[Things very quickly start whirring and lighting up and electricity starts arcing through things, and within minutes, Brainy's gone full mad scientist, and he frantically tries to build what he needs before the information fades and before his thoughts get so disorganized he needs to put his inhibitors back on again. ]
[He's so distracted by what he's doing that he, er, doesn't think to explain what he's doing, so someone may need to ask him. Merl isn't, he's just excitedly going along with Querl, helping wreck half the lab to cannibalize components, and enjoying the sheer chaos.]
[There are many problems that need solving, but they needed breathable air and running water before everything else.]
[Now, he's finally in the pathetic, gutted excuse for a lab, working on Metron's throne. His original plan had been to offset the immense mental processing power it required by creating a vast network of linked minds, from volunteers among the team and staff - but with Legion World gone and most of the staff ferried to other places in the UP - they lack the manpower (mindpower?) for that now. There aren't enough minds to spread the processing of information over.]
[So instead, he does something else: he tries to make one mind temporarily fast enough and powerful enough to process what needs to be process to briefly access the information they need. And of course he chooses his own. Valeria and Merl potentially have the intellect but there's no way he'd ever put their minds at risk like this. Besides, he has something they don't at the moment - outside intereference fettering his full intelligence that's technically removable. ]
[His personality inhibitors are absolutely essential for him to even function, but the whole reason he needs them is that the Anomaly advanced his intellect measurably beyond a 12th level several years ago - causing it to devolve into chaos. So he makes the logical choice.]
Thanks to all the work we've done, the Outpost is "functioning" (and I use the term loosely) at a level that allows the team at least to function on a rudimentary, albeit pathetic, level. Now that I'm no longer being reduced to the role of glorified handyman, I've had time to develop a way to access the information in Metron's throne. We no longer have enough minds nearby to disperse the processing requirements of the throne via a telesthetic network like I'd originally planned, but I believe I've discovered a way to temporarily enhance my own intelligence enough to access the throne long enough to get the information we need.
It's almost certainly going to be...unpleasant, as I'll have to temporarily remove my personality inhibitors, but we've run low on options, and this should allow me to access it without suffering extensive brain damage, so...
[He takes off the little white implants on his cheeks and immediately winces as the mental chaos starts up, then he puts on a ridiculous and bulky looking headpiece covered in strange blinking diodes and wires.]
I'm broadcasting and recording the attempt on the off-chance I relay vital information during the process that my mind no longer has the storage and processing capacity to remember later.
[A pause, and then he adds sheepishly:]
Oh, and also in case I miscalculated and collapse with the resulting stroke and require emergency medical care, but the likelihood of that eventuality is fortunately minuscule, no need for concern.
[And up he hops into Metron's chair. Merl is nearby, sitting in his little hover-chair, manning some controls. "Are you sure this plan should be implemented, father?" he asks, a little nervously.]
Yes, Merl. It should be fine.
[Merl nods, and says gleefully, "Then I'm making a mental note so that I have ammunition the next time I want to engage in a reckless activity."]
How fortunate that it won't matter because I'll still say no.
[Merl pouts.]
Engaging systems in three, two, one. Engage.
[Merl pulls the lever, nearby equipment charges up and...then it explodes, causing the room to fill with smoke. But Merl is at least fine, safe behind a little forcefield wall. And then Brainy suddenly stumbles out of the smoke, weird headpiece askew, and with the lights on it blinking out. He's at least uninjured but...]
-- infinite beyond measure, calculate based on stellar mass, to the order of the Nth power. A microscopic black hole will be required but can be stabilized (it can be stabilized!) but we'll need someone with the ability to control gravimetrics - not Jazmin or Rider, they lack the finesse required, so who else -
Ah! Aha! Yes!
[He starts laughing maniacally.]
I know where they are! I know where they are and how to get to them, the walls can be breached with the right field harmonics -
[He disappears off screen, still rambling, and starts piling equipment into the middle of the room.]
- just need to go to Phelolu, but once we have him again, we can breach into the pocket of the Bleed where Metron hid the Miracle Machine from there -
[Things very quickly start whirring and lighting up and electricity starts arcing through things, and within minutes, Brainy's gone full mad scientist, and he frantically tries to build what he needs before the information fades and before his thoughts get so disorganized he needs to put his inhibitors back on again. ]
[He's so distracted by what he's doing that he, er, doesn't think to explain what he's doing, so someone may need to ask him. Merl isn't, he's just excitedly going along with Querl, helping wreck half the lab to cannibalize components, and enjoying the sheer chaos.]
