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Professor Yana's in the Nexus again. He's been here off and on since last we saw him, flitting about with handheld doohickies that flash and spin and beep, and frowning at them a fair amount in the process. Unfortunately, not much about the apparently paradoxical nature of the place has registered with his equipment, from the far, far future though it is, and lately, another subject's been occupying his mind.
So today, he doesn't have any spinning, beeping, or flashing doohickies, and is instead sitting in one of the many armchairs in the Nexus. He hasn't had the luxury of a proper, overstuffed armchair like this in years, and he's taking a certain amount of hedonistic pleasure in the mere feel of it, even whilst poring over other, more relevant matters. After a moment, he clears his throat, looking up curiously to the Nexus at large and stilling the compulsive tapping of his fingers on the arm of the chair.
'Do you ever feel- oh, deja vu, I suppose is the term- but not just that. The feeling that one ought to know something, or that one recognises something, someone, for no apparent reason?'
So today, he doesn't have any spinning, beeping, or flashing doohickies, and is instead sitting in one of the many armchairs in the Nexus. He hasn't had the luxury of a proper, overstuffed armchair like this in years, and he's taking a certain amount of hedonistic pleasure in the mere feel of it, even whilst poring over other, more relevant matters. After a moment, he clears his throat, looking up curiously to the Nexus at large and stilling the compulsive tapping of his fingers on the arm of the chair.
'Do you ever feel- oh, deja vu, I suppose is the term- but not just that. The feeling that one ought to know something, or that one recognises something, someone, for no apparent reason?'