Cosima spent the day playing with a virtual patient program she'd found online, trying to find a scientific way to explain the gender transformations the boys had seen over the weekend. She already knew there wasn't anything, but maybe if she played with the genes a little more
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So no, not too early or too late.
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Ringo swung the bag from her shoulder and set it down, unzipping it so that she could pull out the rather boring grey AirTrek boots with slightly darker grey hardware attached to the bottom.
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She didn't mind that they were boring. Flying made up for boring shoes anytime.
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But she'd come to Fandom on a hypothesis that a place like this, that was some kind of multiversal nexus, defied that kind of logical reasoning; by now she felt she'd proven that hypothesis. Also that Fandom possibly defied any kind of logical reasoning whatsoever. Anyway, the point was that she thought she had a decent shot here at finding some kind of useful data to give the Fleet an edge.
That wasn't why she was here today, though. Without the prospect of daily ship maintenance (or, say, having to help fix the Mako because Shepard drove it straight down a mountain again) she needed something to tinker with, or she was afraid she'd lose her touch. She had a project underway with some pieces of machinery salvaged (of course) from the junkyard, but there were some components she still ( ... )
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She accepted the list, scanning down it. "I think we have all this stuff. What're you building? Or is that a nosy question?"
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