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[niko_tesla]

Sometimes science is a flashy thing: summoning lightning, causing earthquakes, commanding mechanical beings without even touching them

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[dazzling_future]

Bella likes watching people. She also likes observing the End of the Universe while at Milliways. She wanders over to the window, and is rather surprised to find someone else admiring the view. Someone dressed in attire much like that she is used to. She decides to say hello

"Sir?"

[niko_tesla]

It takes him a moment to break out of the vague trance he has gotten himself into; he shakes his head as if to clear it, and nods politely.

"Good afternoon," he says. "Or evening--is it evening? The window does not help when it comes to time."

[dazzling_future]

She shakes her head.

"I'm not really sure."

She laughs.

"No, it really doesn't help, although it is quite fascinating."

[niko_tesla]

"I imagine that it's every time of the day simultaneously, in here, and no time at all, so they would both be equally appropriate. I wish you a good one, either way."

He smiles, a bit awkwardly. "There has never been anything else like it, and when it is gone, there will never be again. The scale of it is overwhelming."

[abar_starclog]

Carl doesn't usually take the tables all that close to the window. It's... a thing. But the bar's pretty full tonight, and that's what was still unoccupied when he got there.
He's got his laptop on hand. And while he knows it about as well as the computers at home by now, it still manages to surprise him occasionally - especially since some of the poking around he did while it was a difference engine stuck, somehow.
In any case, it'd be an interesting thing for Tesla to catch notice of at some point during his musings, if his eyes stray from the window.

[niko_tesla]

It certainly catches his attention.

Typewriters, he understands. But strange flat typewriters with pictures instead of paper, well, that's something else entirely.

(And, he imagines, probably easier to understand than the end of the universe.)

So, one Victorian scientist approaching the table. "Good evening," he says.

[abar_starclog]

"How did that even-- oh. Hi. Sorry about that." Experiments in progress are like that, sometimes. "Can I help you?"

[niko_tesla]

"Possibly," he says after a moment, an awkward pause. "I have never seen a... a machine like that. What do you use it for?"

[nullofscience]

Science and Industry! That handshake between the working class and the inventive mind... Well, two can play at this game. Back during the steampunk bar issue, Welman Matrix had received notice of a Nikola Tesla, a human scientist who was interested in speaking with him. And behold, he had now found him!

That is...after the bar had been kind enough to supply an 8x10 color glossy to show exactly what he looked like. But after that, he was ready! And so...a humanoid robotic-looking form being driven by a small greenish-red null-type being spotted the scientist...and spoke.

"Ah, would you be Nikola Tesla?"

He knew, but confirmation is key. It's the difference between theory and mere hypothesis.

[niko_tesla]

"I would, yes," he says, turning away from the window, and...

...cannot help staring.

It's like the telautomatics, but bigger, and sentient, and--well. Fascinating.

"And you are, sir?"

[nullofscience]

"My name is Welman Matrix..."

The exo-suit containing the funny null-thing reaches out a hand in the ancient art of handshake.

"...and I'm aware of my appearance. I believe my son, Enzo, has made your acquaintence?"

[niko_tesla]

"A pleasure to meet you then, sir," he says, reaching to shake his hand.

(Somehow shaking the hand of non-humans makes him less uncomfortable than humans. He isn't sure why, but suspects it comes down to germs.)

"Enzo, yes--a very nice boy. We met here some time ago. He said you might be able to help explain some things about the different ways our separate worlds work."