Sakura had no concept of who this King Arthur was, if she understood Howard's point. "When we find a cure, it should be mass distributed. First to the people in most obvious danger, which I can hope is only the ones we have here, then to everyone else. If the cause doesn't end up informing us of the extent of those affected."
The idea on time, where it went, was interesting. Hard to imagine (like many things weren't since waking up here), and beyond anything Stacy had been interfering with since they were on ship -- as far as Sakura was aware. Preservation of the memories gained on ship alone... it was disquieting, but it didn't slow down the other processes. Whatever function allowed those memory sets to remain didn't preserve the body along with that glimmer of mental clarity.
Odd, but not where her thoughts were moving. "It's a fancy way of saying having only people who went planet-side show up so far is a pretty strong indication that we're limited to the people who did take advantage of shore leave. As soon as someone who never went planet-side shows up regressing through their own life, then we're looking at the entire active crew." And hoping it couldn't spread to the millions in technical pod-rest.
"Thanks," she said, flashing Howard a small smile as she accepted his page and started to compare lists. Tapping on some names twice sends them off her main list, to a second file she'd somehow managed to work out. Considering she'd never heard of a hand-held text communication device several months ago, she was getting along fairly well now. "Anything further out, or anything sticking out. Even if people are facing confusion as to why they remember some specifics that don't make sense now, they're still capable of noticing something outside their own inconsistencies. Especially if it stuck out at the time."
She paused, reading out a handful of listed locations. She finished with, "Or this place. A clock stall, with some kind of odd, melting clock that rang out doom." Which could not, of course, have been literal. "Where do any of these check out on the maps?"
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The idea on time, where it went, was interesting. Hard to imagine (like many things weren't since waking up here), and beyond anything Stacy had been interfering with since they were on ship -- as far as Sakura was aware. Preservation of the memories gained on ship alone... it was disquieting, but it didn't slow down the other processes. Whatever function allowed those memory sets to remain didn't preserve the body along with that glimmer of mental clarity.
Odd, but not where her thoughts were moving. "It's a fancy way of saying having only people who went planet-side show up so far is a pretty strong indication that we're limited to the people who did take advantage of shore leave. As soon as someone who never went planet-side shows up regressing through their own life, then we're looking at the entire active crew." And hoping it couldn't spread to the millions in technical pod-rest.
"Thanks," she said, flashing Howard a small smile as she accepted his page and started to compare lists. Tapping on some names twice sends them off her main list, to a second file she'd somehow managed to work out. Considering she'd never heard of a hand-held text communication device several months ago, she was getting along fairly well now. "Anything further out, or anything sticking out. Even if people are facing confusion as to why they remember some specifics that don't make sense now, they're still capable of noticing something outside their own inconsistencies. Especially if it stuck out at the time."
She paused, reading out a handful of listed locations. She finished with, "Or this place. A clock stall, with some kind of odd, melting clock that rang out doom." Which could not, of course, have been literal. "Where do any of these check out on the maps?"