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Better Living Through Reckless Experimentation [Open]
Brainiac 5 hasn't been outside of his area of the labs much of late, preferring to keep working if at all possible and finding it easier than most others since he doesn't need to break for food or rest nearly as often as organic crew members do. Not to mention that the last few times he'd ventured outside, he'd gotten caught up in an altercation and, earlier, run into a particularly irritating girl who'd compared him to a vegetable of all things.
Therefore he's determined to stay in here where the company is infinitely better and continue working on his experiments in power sources. He's not, despite what others might think, sulking. He's simply working on something that requires a lot of concentration and--
His sensors beep faintly. Apparently his work requires slightly more attention than he's been giving it, because it's about to overload.
"Oh," he says. He has just enough time to throw up a forcefield around the device, his work station, and, by proxy, himself, so that nothing else in the area is going to get damaged. And then it explodes.
He thinks that the forcefield contained the worst of it before it gave out, but he's not entirely sure because he's busy describing a near perfect arc through the area before colliding heavily with the door. Which promptly opens and dumps him out in the hallway.
"Ow," he mutters. This really isn't turning out to be his day. Or week.
Therefore he's determined to stay in here where the company is infinitely better and continue working on his experiments in power sources. He's not, despite what others might think, sulking. He's simply working on something that requires a lot of concentration and--
His sensors beep faintly. Apparently his work requires slightly more attention than he's been giving it, because it's about to overload.
"Oh," he says. He has just enough time to throw up a forcefield around the device, his work station, and, by proxy, himself, so that nothing else in the area is going to get damaged. And then it explodes.
He thinks that the forcefield contained the worst of it before it gave out, but he's not entirely sure because he's busy describing a near perfect arc through the area before colliding heavily with the door. Which promptly opens and dumps him out in the hallway.
"Ow," he mutters. This really isn't turning out to be his day. Or week.
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And he's glad he hasn't. Those kinds of changes, especially if they're as extensive as Jamie makes them sound, can't be reversed. Which raises the question...
"What do you do with them then? Seeing I'm assuming someone is trying to stop them."
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"Whenever we find them, we stop them." His voice goes quieter, then. "You can't reason with Cybermen or work with them. At the very least, they want to take over Earth and use us to make more cyborgs. I think it's more than that, though. We...I...will do whatever I have to, to protect my home and the people I care about."
He doesn't use the word "kill", but it's fairly clear he is willing to go that far if necessary.
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He tries not to show that it gets to him though, forcing a smile and commenting: "Just do me a favour? Try and remember I'm on your side?"
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"Thank you for the help again. Perhaps I'll see you around." His offer is still good, in his mind. For now, however, he's decided that it's better to make his way back down the corridor and let Brainy do whatever it is he wants to do.