Yeah, ripping off F.A.T.E.S.' energy conversion is going pretty well, [Tony answers. 'Ripping off' sounds as sexy as necessary under the circumstances. His hand is dry, not because he isn't excited, nervous, but because the excitement and nerves of a forty-year-old man who's been through Hell tends to look a little different from what it might for a teenage boy who's never kissed a girl before.] But that's just the power. Actually there are two interfaces. One will go off emotional discharge-- still working on it. It's inefficient.
[The other one-- he leans over and kicks the floor. Something metal goes clank, and then begins to move, shifting, a faint buzz of small motors. A panel rises up on a platform, a hand-shaped print settled on the glassy, luminous surface.] The rest, you can power with your powers. You know, superpowers. Kinetic blast from your biotic. It's-- sturdier than it looks.
The rest of the tech is from Earth. My Earth. Made it a year or two back. [His fingers tighten briefly around hers. Steadily, he lifts her captured hand, splaying his callused fingers through hers. He settles her palm on the panel, his own hand behind it. And from the side of the pedestal, he tugs out two more little devices-- they look like they'll clip onto her ears. Which he does now, easy as you like. Click. Click. It's not painful, not even a little. He thumbs her hair back from her temple, the ringlets snagging at his digit.]
You should know this is character development, for me. Once upon a time, a clandestine government operation had me down for 'compulsive behavior,' 'prone to self-destructive tendencies,' and 'textbook narcissism.' As a function of that, I usually drag people into my world. Not the other way around.
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[The other one-- he leans over and kicks the floor. Something metal goes clank, and then begins to move, shifting, a faint buzz of small motors. A panel rises up on a platform, a hand-shaped print settled on the glassy, luminous surface.] The rest, you can power with your powers. You know, superpowers. Kinetic blast from your biotic. It's-- sturdier than it looks.
The rest of the tech is from Earth. My Earth. Made it a year or two back. [His fingers tighten briefly around hers. Steadily, he lifts her captured hand, splaying his callused fingers through hers. He settles her palm on the panel, his own hand behind it. And from the side of the pedestal, he tugs out two more little devices-- they look like they'll clip onto her ears. Which he does now, easy as you like. Click. Click. It's not painful, not even a little. He thumbs her hair back from her temple, the ringlets snagging at his digit.]
You should know this is character development, for me. Once upon a time, a clandestine government operation had me down for 'compulsive behavior,' 'prone to self-destructive tendencies,' and 'textbook narcissism.' As a function of that, I usually drag people into my world. Not the other way around.