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Hopefully the Ethereal was still listening. <"You'll need to shut down Soma's power."> If Proditor could arrive in time, and do what he could with the parahuman powers, they might have a chance. "I'm calling Proditor! He may be able to shut down her connection to her shard, causing the grown cells to decay, so hold on till then." Hopefully the removal of the power would do it, because if the cells reproduced, it might not. After all, the power wasn't magic. It simply extrapolated the cells, which could go on from there. Might as well ask Tattletale. "If you're not at your lim -
<"Soma took the god eater test. Failed, became a sort of Aragami thing. Need help down here."> They definitely needed help. Time manipulation hadn't worked, and Mirri's force hadn't helped much. However, Frigus' attempt seemed to work. Spectacularly well. Harry spoke into the phone again. "Tattletale. Frigus froze Soma in time, it seems. Advice? Anything we need to watch for here, or a possible method of solving this we should use?"
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"I was listening. I was a fucking moron, and forgot about it when I was trying to sway her to stop. But so was she, and so was the doctor in charge here." Harry pulled the phone away though he didn't end the call, and shouted out into the intercom, and secondarily to Sakaki, "She's got biological extrapolation now! She's altering herself using her power and Aragami cells rapidly. She's also got huge range, and can do this on others. Priority is containment. She's going to have the ability to convert other metals into one specific type, and can also control fire. You need to make sure she doesn
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"She didn't tell you then? She's not precisely human. Has an organ in her brain, that gives her the power to extrapolate stuff. You're seriously telling me that she didn't tell you, or you didn't investigate that? Answer that later, do what you can." Harry waved away any protest or exclamations of surprise, pulled out his phone, and jabbed in the number of one of the burner phones he knew to be in the bus. Hopefully Tattletale would pick up. The phone rang once before he knew it had been picked up. Without waiting for a greeting, he immediately started talking. "Soma tried to do a
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Harry had remained silent and composed for the initial part of the test. The size of the drill was shocking and intimidating, yes, but there was really nothing to do from here on out. Either she'd survive or she wouldn't. In the few seconds of silence before the eruption of the black swarm, Harry held his breath. And when Sakaki's smile disappeared, even as the man was starting to say "Incompatible", Harry was already forming his own words. "Oh, fuck." She wasn't dead yet, that was certain. Thirty percent complication rate? Or was it something to do with parahuman abili
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Harry departed, following the doctors and Soma. Frigus and Kusuke seemed to be working on it, and he might as well be there for the test. Any information gleaned, and insight he could provide, perhaps there was a chance it could be useful.
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"It's been a long time, but I do get where you're coming from, with the feeling of helplessness. Why I became a doctor really. Again, I won't stop you, it's you're decision to make." This was just painful. Part of the problem it seemed, was that they'd seen so much combat so soon, when Dr. Ebon had stated that it would be hopefully low stress for the most part. Mustering the resources and preparing worlds for the storm. Of course, since combat had occurred, and likely would continue to occur, that made no difference. However, since she seemed distressed by her lack of anything except her one p
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"If you'll excuse my complaining one more time: do other humans have your power? No. Is it useful? Generally. So what are you other than super human?!" Harry exclaimed as the girl continued. He meant super human simply in the sense of beyond human, or having abilities that a human wouldn't have. That was all, and Soma certainly fit those requirements.
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Damn. Harry simply followed along to wherever the tests would occur. He at least wanted to be there. As he was walking, he contemplated sending out a signal to Proditor, but it'd likely be no use, not now. If something bad happened, he could signal the psionic. And he still had a phone. . . But there was no one to call? Satomi wouldn't be much use, Mirri held a phone, and Soma the other, if he was remembering correctly. And there were some unclaimed phones, back on the bus. So. . .he could call Tattletale, if something went wrong. But for now, he couldn't, at least without anyone hearing him.
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"I'll find him if anything happens. Now, or later." Harry nodded firmly, face twisted in the slightest of scowls. He'd heard before, but it was interesting to note that her father was the leader of the group that she had commented would be the biggest and most difficult to take down. In response to her final statement Harry stated forcefully, "Good. Do it. Only known you for 48 hours or so, but you seem like a good person. One of the best in this crew. So, don't die, Julie." That was all he could do then, except hope that the genetics test came back negative.
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". . .Yes." Harry thought for a moment, before continuing. "Five things, I think. First of all, if you didn't know, the fatality rate is about 60%, if you didn't know. So worse than a fifty fifty shot for you if you pass the genetics test. Based on what some technicians told me." She wasn't going to stop, that much was obvious. But he needed to at least try. "Second, the fatality rate has decreased over the last year. Don't know how much, but you could probably have a better chance of surviving if you wait a bit." Patience didn't seem like something she'd be willing to utilize.
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"Well that's stupid, saying that you'd be weak without what makes you powerful. And, I doubt becoming a god eater will make you more skilled." Inferiority, it seemed. It made sense, for the age, and for the fact that her powers were unpredictable, limited, and paled in some respects to other magic here. "You'd simply be hiding your humanity under another layer of power. You know this can be fatal, right? And you still want to do it?" He wasn't going to stop her. Hell, he'd only known anyone here for about two days. He had no real right to do anything except reason with them. He looked towards
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Harry had begun to speculate about what was happening while he heard the other doctors speaking. It was hard to believe that there were four people on the team foolish enough to try this. . . But, Harry told himself, it could very likely be that they had some way of minimizing the risk, or that they only wished to see whether they were compatible through the genetics test the doctors were prepping. After all, if they were compatible, maybe in a year or so, the fatality rate would be much lower. When Soma had entered the hallway leading to the room, Harry had frozen. She was going t
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"Wait, what?!" Harry asked aloud, before realizing that he could simply think what he wanted. As quickly as he could, Harry thought <I'm going to use that to get your attention when I need it if that's alright.> After he had thought his, he waved away the two doctors who had likely looked up at his exclamation of surprise. After that, he went back to lounging against the wall, and continued to fiddle with this newfound power, feeling out the walls outside the room, and listening to the two doctors speak from much farther than he normally would have been able too.
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After he'd asked the two doctors what they were doing, and received an answer, Harry leaned up against one of the walls, waiting. It'd be interesting to see what the method behind this was. Did they need a blood test, or could they determine it all from genetics, and thus through a cheek swab or something similar? In any case, while he waited, he decided to mess around a bit with the powers Proditor had granted him. He would simply push the boundaries. See what he could create by concentrating, or reaching as far as he could with his new invisible senses. All he was doing was exper
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"Sixty percent?! Well that's a god damn absurd motality rate. Guess you don't need peer review or ethics boards when they all get eaten by the very thing you're injecting into people." Harry groaned. Their tech had looked good, but this was absurd. Even if this was their only option, one would think that basic gene therapy would be able to get a percentage a lot lower than that. From what they'd said, the initial compatibility test was about seeing if the user would reject the oracle cells, and the secondary test was to see whether the oracle cells would reject the human body. This
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"God eaters are created, right? Sakaki mentioned something about it being a dangerous operation. What're the complication and fatality rates, and what's involved?" Depending on when these new God Eaters arrived, perhaps the (other) good doctor would be kind enough to let Harry inspect blood samples from before and after the tests among other things.
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Harry made his way around to the instruments. Most he recognized, though some were a bit crude in method. Still, early twenty second century didn't seem like a poor guess, and they were already on the road to miniaturization. A little while in,one of the occupants of the room began glancing curiously at him and approached. Harry forestalled any queries about his right to be in the room, saying, "Paylor sent me down here, to get a look around. Mind telling me what you're working on? Routine maintenance, or prepping for something, or actively doing work? I've got some experience in t
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Harry entered the laboratory first. Might as well inspect things in order. First and most importantly, this world's broad medical status. Investigating innovations or lack thereof in patient care could come in fifteen minutes of so. Thus he stepped into the lab, adopting the casual air of someone meant to be there. If anyone approached him, he would simply tell them that Paylor had given him permission to be there, and that they could call him if necessary. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he would investigate the machines, checking the labels on what they were, the specs, and
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"Anytime." Harry exited the elevator, and entered the hall. He glanced around the walls and ceiling, looking for any obvious cameras. He had no ill intentions of course, but he liked to know when he was watched. He then approached each of the doors in turn to read the signage indicating where they lead.
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"Oh? Funny, I don't think anyone's asked that yet." As he thought about his answer, Harry realized that he didn't really mind not being asked about it. It was a difficult question to answer. So many things hinged on so many other things that it would be difficult to know where to start. Tech made sense. He wouldn't be able to judge medical tech until they got to their destination, and technology told a bit more about the world anyway. "Uh. . Huh. Well, home planet is called earth. Dunno if that's your name for this planet, but I wouldn't be surprised, given that we've already visit
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"Thanks. Don't suppose it's easy to just waltz into a morgue and steal their shit. Fairly sure what I can offer will be decently valuable." Hopefully, with some testing to ensure that it was definitely safe--it seemed so, and Harry had fairly high hopes--he would be able to offer the creation to this world. Should be fairly cheap to produce, and would generally improve lifespan, presuming that the healing factor could at least slightly counteract aging effects. Even without that though, it would certainly increase survival rates in accidents and the like. "Also, mind letting me pok
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"Thanks." Harry wasn't sure what to think at all about being patted, but he was quickly distracted by the fact that the Restore Pill in fact consisted of a syringe. He shrugged, and followed as he was lead to the floor by the science director. At the mention of requisitions, Harry perked up a bit. He'd grabbed the retro virus which he'd manufactured before getting off the bus, and now seemed as good a time as any to test it out. "So what're the limits on what you can requisition? Because, personally, it'd be nice to have the use of a scanning electron microscope, a regular microsco
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Previously: ". . . Suppose that makes sense. Thanks." It wasn't really a surprise that she'd been able to deduce that what with her powers being what they were, but it was still rather amazing. And Proditor had been able to latch on to the signal for his own use? "I've got a few more things to talk to you about, but for the moment. . ." Harry muttered as he approached the laptop and booted it up, typing in a few things that soon led to the appearance of the two men. "Hey, you two got a moment to spare? We're gonna be on this world for at least a bit longer, and I thought I cou