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[tetractys]

"YEAH, LIKE I SAID IT'S ONE I'M NOT GOING TO MISS! A LOT OF BEING TRAPPED SOMEWHERE IS JUST WAITING FOR THINGS TO START HAPPENING!"

Bill floats around to look over Nico's shoulder.

"HOW'S IT LOOKING?"

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[oddswerebad]

"It's performing decently, so far."

He taps his slate, unfocused for a moment.

"Can you pull up one with more elements to it?"

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[tetractys]

Bill makes a noise that's clearly reluctance, but - there are more complex memories that he also wouldn't mind losing, honestly.

"SURE, I CAN DO THAT! MORE EMOTIONAL ELEMENTS, OR MORE PROPS?"

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[oddswerebad]

"More props, I want to make sure the detail holds up."

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[tetractys]

Ah, easy.

"GOTCHA!"

Bill's pupil goes squiggly again for a second as he uploads - "EUH." - and he presses his hand to the clip.

An image of Bill in the last port appears, riding on Yara's shoulders and having a vehement hissed argument with her about which direction they should be trying go in thorough the jungle.

"THAT'S ONE OF ABOUT A DOZEN EXACTLY LIKE THAT. WE SURE HAD FUN."

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[oddswerebad]

"Looks like it."

Nico starts running tests, not blind to the rest of the world, but having shut it out as unnecessary at the moment. It doesn't entirely live up to his perfectionist standards, but he's quite pleased at the level of detail and smoothness of motion. He waves a pencil through the images, noting the lack of glitching, before finally leaning back.

"I should be able to make some improvements, and I'm still not certain how much storage it'll be able to manage at this point, but it's not bad."

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[tetractys]

"DON'T SELL YOURSELF SHORT, N, THIS IS FANTASTIC. YOU KNOW YOU COULD GO TO SOME OTHER EARTH AND CHANGE A LOTTA LIVES WITH THIS TECHNOLOGY."

Bill is fiddling with the pin, trying to download the memory again. His entire form glitches like a bad radio signal.

"OH, WHOO! THAT ACTUALLY FEELS KINDA FUN."

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[oddswerebad]

"It doesn't work as well for humans."

There are other things he could do, if he ever left his world behind. He gives Bill the personal variation on his normal, resting worried look.

"Just, uh, be careful. Tell me if you start to notice any side effects. Or someone else does."

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[tetractys]

"OH, YOU DON'T WANT IT BACK TO FIDDLE WITH IT? I'M IN NO KINDA RUSH! THIS OPENS UP A LOT OF OPTIONS, BUT I DON'T NEED IT RIGHT AWAY!"

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[oddswerebad]

"I'll be able to work on it more effectively after it's been in use. So I can see how it holds up."

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[tetractys]

"WELL, LIKE I SAID, IT COULD TAKE AWHILE! I GOT A SPELL TO SET UP AND A WARDEN TO WEASEL."

But he'll hang onto it.

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[oddswerebad]

"...Good luck with that."

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[tetractys]

"UH, KID. BEFORE I GO, I NOTICED THERE'S SOME DOORS GONE SINCE WE GOT BACK FROM THE PORT."

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[oddswerebad]

"...Yeah."

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[tetractys]

"I KNOW YOU DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT BUT, UH. YOU GONNA NEED ANYTHING?"

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[oddswerebad]

"I'm okay. I have work I need to do." And work he might not need to do, but is still useful enough that he can use it to fill in time.

"He didn't want to be here."

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[tetractys]

"YEAH, SEEMED LIKE HE WAS TAKING IT HARD."

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[oddswerebad]

"Some people do. There are universe's where he'll survive."

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[tetractys]

Bill shrugs.

"HE MIGHT NOT EVEN BE REALLY DEAD IN YOURS! FORD WASN'T!"

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[oddswerebad]

"He was from after me, either way."

When he goes back to the moment he was taken from, there will be a living Clancy. Not the one he'd known here. Still the person Nico keeps losing, but Clancy never stays.

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[tetractys]

"SO YA GOT THAT!"

Bill hasn't asked if Nico is okay, but still looks relieved. He'll be ... functional.