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[mechanicalswans]

Weyland is outside the forge, shirtless, covered in soot, enjoying a beer and the cool evening air and contemplating a soul in a vial.

So many possibilities.

What does one do with a soul? He had intended to build it into that time machine he has been planning, but it seems like a waste to do that now.

Botherable, but startling him is probably not a good idea.

[tiny tag: weyland]