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Maurice is floating near the big bay window, Maxwell is closer to the entrance to the lab. “Talked the the A.I. about that, might take a while and what we find might not all that bright.” He grins. Maxwell chuckles “No telling what we’ll find, certainly. Smart cockroaches, dumb ferns, rabbit riflemen… who knows!” Raynaldus…
Not much to see in the lab tonight. Certainly no serious science being done on the lab stations. Just Max perched in window, poking around on a PDA that occasionally makes oddly cheerful bloop noises. Maurice floats into the room and glances around. “Hrrm… so much going on here is there?” The Texan says as…
Maurice is currently floating along. The Texan has a tablet in hand with some of the rough sketches of the test bed. His brow is furrowed as he studies the images and notes. Maxwell floats on in, humming a pleasant tune. Maurice glances over at Max and nods his head slightly. “If we have a…
Shortly after CIS Agent Neidermeyer leaves, the receptionist informs Councillor Rafael Santiago that he’s got an incoming transmission from Mars on the encrypted frequency. Having spent most of the day just gazing outside, other than the slight interruption from the intelligence officer, Santiago is snapped out of some deep state of thought to be alerted…