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abraxaslogs2022-02-10 08:39 am
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WHO: Stephen and Ambrose.
WHAT: A discussion about the Singularity and its potential.
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Appox. mid-Feb or so!
WARNINGS: None.
Need to discuss the Singularity again. Sure thatβs something youβve never heard before.
[The quip comes naturally, though seemingly wrung free of any real humor. Stephenβs mind has been firing on all cylinders well before this arranged meeting, and he has the look of a man sorting a thousand thoughts at once and tamping down the impatience that pairs with them. His arms cross and his eyes cast briefly around Ambroseβs office, his fingers playing a little at the crook of a sleeve.
Straight to business. Heβs never been one to linger in extended, idle murmurings before getting to the point β he can think of very few things more painful.]
Itβs related to what Iβd felt from it β the connection it has to the worlds and realities outside of this one. The Multiverse.
[And he wants to sort out which theories are reasonable, feasible, and which are worth worrying about. No need, of course, to mention the conversation that truly spurned this line of questioning on; the pretense of having aided with the casket situation is segue enough, and will hopefully remain unquestioned.
His look returns to the High Mage.]
There are too many implications to count.
WHAT: A discussion about the Singularity and its potential.
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Appox. mid-Feb or so!
WARNINGS: None.
Need to discuss the Singularity again. Sure thatβs something youβve never heard before.
[The quip comes naturally, though seemingly wrung free of any real humor. Stephenβs mind has been firing on all cylinders well before this arranged meeting, and he has the look of a man sorting a thousand thoughts at once and tamping down the impatience that pairs with them. His arms cross and his eyes cast briefly around Ambroseβs office, his fingers playing a little at the crook of a sleeve.
Straight to business. Heβs never been one to linger in extended, idle murmurings before getting to the point β he can think of very few things more painful.]
Itβs related to what Iβd felt from it β the connection it has to the worlds and realities outside of this one. The Multiverse.
[And he wants to sort out which theories are reasonable, feasible, and which are worth worrying about. No need, of course, to mention the conversation that truly spurned this line of questioning on; the pretense of having aided with the casket situation is segue enough, and will hopefully remain unquestioned.
His look returns to the High Mage.]
There are too many implications to count.