She pauses again. She'd run through this many times in her head, and she still didn't know how to phrase it well for the Council, a group of mundanes. "Think of it as another set of senses entirely. I step into it and look at you. I can see your auras, your souls, your spirits, whatever you want to call them. I know what emotions you feel, how strongly you feel it. I know how healthy you are. I can see the energies that flow through a world, hear the sounds of the planet, see the emotions tied with a place and the spirits that linger in..."
She catches herself and holds a hand to her face, shaking her head. "Sorry. Got a little carried away." She lowers her hand, composed again. "This world and the astral world are close at times. A mage's senses are constantly catching bleed through from the astral realm. To lose this is a horrific thing, many go insane or kill themselves after burning out from too many enhancements. I've heard it described as touching everything through gloves, hearing everything through ears stuffed with cotton, and seeing everything through a desaturization filter."
She snaps her fingers, shutting off the omnicomm. "That's why I had the clone made. My own organs would never damage my body like this, and cloning individual body parts takes weeks to do. Far too long for major trauma. Was I surprised when I found the tank here? Yes. Should I have reported it as soon as I saw it? I should have. That was my error, and I would have rectified it as soon as I saw it here. I now know the fact that Stacy is capable of cloning parts in a matter of hours, but before that, all I had seen was cybernetic replacements, like the ones the boys named Paco and Hiccup wear. You understand my nervousness on that part now."
She collects her omnicomm again, scanning its screen before tucking it close to her side. "I won't go over the brawl that ended up in my imprisonment. You have the security reports, even a video recording. You saw me attack the two... concerned citizens after being threatened. I don't have anything to add to that event, and I don't believe it really plays a part in this hearing. Nor do I have anything to add to Mr. Luthor's statements that the clone barely functions. As he has stated, it is little more than a plant."
"In closing, all I have to say is that the clone is mine. It's never going to be anything more than it is now. I had it made knowing that. And while I am told that Stacy can clone parts within a few hours, this is a resource that is already here. And, frankly, after hearing how she's made so many mistakes, and how damaged she is, I'd rather trust doctors that are members of metahumanity, and a clone that I'm already carrying a lung from." Why try something new and possibly dangerous when she has something she already knows works perfectly?
"I trust all of you to make a proper decision. That is all. Thank you for your time." She gives them another nod, then heads for her seat.
Re: Mei-Xing's Clone
She catches herself and holds a hand to her face, shaking her head. "Sorry. Got a little carried away." She lowers her hand, composed again. "This world and the astral world are close at times. A mage's senses are constantly catching bleed through from the astral realm. To lose this is a horrific thing, many go insane or kill themselves after burning out from too many enhancements. I've heard it described as touching everything through gloves, hearing everything through ears stuffed with cotton, and seeing everything through a desaturization filter."
She snaps her fingers, shutting off the omnicomm. "That's why I had the clone made. My own organs would never damage my body like this, and cloning individual body parts takes weeks to do. Far too long for major trauma. Was I surprised when I found the tank here? Yes. Should I have reported it as soon as I saw it? I should have. That was my error, and I would have rectified it as soon as I saw it here. I now know the fact that Stacy is capable of cloning parts in a matter of hours, but before that, all I had seen was cybernetic replacements, like the ones the boys named Paco and Hiccup wear. You understand my nervousness on that part now."
She collects her omnicomm again, scanning its screen before tucking it close to her side. "I won't go over the brawl that ended up in my imprisonment. You have the security reports, even a video recording. You saw me attack the two... concerned citizens after being threatened. I don't have anything to add to that event, and I don't believe it really plays a part in this hearing. Nor do I have anything to add to Mr. Luthor's statements that the clone barely functions. As he has stated, it is little more than a plant."
"In closing, all I have to say is that the clone is mine. It's never going to be anything more than it is now. I had it made knowing that. And while I am told that Stacy can clone parts within a few hours, this is a resource that is already here. And, frankly, after hearing how she's made so many mistakes, and how damaged she is, I'd rather trust doctors that are members of metahumanity, and a clone that I'm already carrying a lung from." Why try something new and possibly dangerous when she has something she already knows works perfectly?
"I trust all of you to make a proper decision. That is all. Thank you for your time." She gives them another nod, then heads for her seat.