17. From the busy desk of Mr. Genius. T. Brink

[man_genius]

Hey Veda? This is Genius. When you have a free moment, can I talk to you? No rush, but I think it would be best if we met at Medical.

[There's a long pause as he remembers something else.]

Actually. Simon I need to talk to you too. I kinda need your help for something. It's not illegal or anything, just needs your touch instead of mine. <--

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[interveningly]

I will be by after my work shift.

[man_genius]

Oh hey. Great. I'll be in the lab and I'll let the receptionist know you're coming then. It's a good thing I promise. :)

[interveningly]

Good.

[And... he will be there. Immediately after his shift. Because now he's curious]

QL~

[man_genius]

[After talking to Simon, Genius waited for Veda in his lab. On his workbench he had his journal, one of the robotic eyeballs taken from the space station wilderness and a rare normal notebook. The notebook was filled with complex sketches of nerve endings and cross sections of human eyes, with copious notes. Genius wasn't a bad artist and the pictures were pretty impressive.

Genius had thought this conversation over and over again for the last day and a half. A part of him wanted to rush through this crazy idea with the fear that the new knowledge he'd gain on Wednesday would disappear. But another part of him thought he was crazy for even considering it.

Either way he couldn't wait to hear what Veda would say.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon stares at this for a long time, wondering why Genius is asking for him in particular, then gives a mental shrug.]

I would dearly hope it is nothing illegal.

man love

[man_genius]

Yeah funny. These days I'm one of those rare individuals that prefers to keep my illegal or rebellious tendencies out of the public eye.

Seriously, I kinda sorta need a favor from the greatest senior medic next to Kazahana (Hi Kaz).

[pompous_today]

I would never have pegged you for the rebellious type.

[Staaaare. Oh, so Genius is buttering him up. He is torn between being amused and being disturbed.]

Oh? I'll discuss it with you, then.

[man_genius]

You'd be surprised. [He's more thinking of his past than anything else]

Great! I just need to figure out if I should talk to you before or after Veda.

...When did I become this busy?

[flenceburgsbest]

...Pigeons.

[man_genius]

Like carrier pigeons boss. Or since this is Edensphere we could use carrier dragons.

[flenceburgsbest]

Pigeons would be awfully messy, and dragons moreso, would they not? Unless you're volunteering for clean-up duty, of course.

[man_genius]

You know I was just using hyperbole, right Boss-Man?

Maybe we could use robot pigeons.

[crimsonmischief]

Gorging is such a harsh word, my dearest Genius-san...

[man_genius]

So sorry to offend your delicate sensibilities, oh devourer of frozen cream.

Seriously, video cameras. What do you know about them.

[crimsonmischief]

Depends on what it is that you wish to be known~!

[man_genius]

It's more curiosity than anything. Does CSEVP sound familiar to you at all?

/stalks

[getsome_sleep]

Unfortunately, I have yet to find doves of a suitable size.

nu stalker!

[man_genius]

[You again.]

We could always pay someone to deliver letters I guess.

[getsome_sleep]

[Nothing if not persistent~]

A reasonable idea, although doves have the advantage of being unable to read.

[man_genius]

We could hire illiterate mail carriers?

Or just become illiterate ourselves. Nothing written, nothing known.