People are so nervous about the blood—but I don't perform medical procedures on normal people without their consent. Sometimes I don't even do it when they ask.
[SCIEN IS NOT A DOCTOR!!!! HE IS A RESEARCHER!!!! HE'S ALSO A HUGE ASSHOLE WHO HATES EXTRA WORK THAT HE'S NOT INTERESTED IN]
Reliver technology cannot rewrite your genetic code. I may not be able to do anything about your leg.
[as for the rest....]
I will think on it. I have not yet decided just how much I am willing to grant you all. [so many people have short lifespans here, but scien doesn't know how much he wants to play god with people outside of the country....] But know this: I will not verbally explain any of my technology to you. It is never meant to leave Arpéchéle or my control.
Either you accept salvation at my hand, or you find answers on your own.
He freezes, bewildered........ and then he scrambles to twist around so he can raise himself up on his forearms and LOOK at Scien, equally as bewildered as he had been to start.
He's not sure what to say, or think. He had spent... so many days since that Saturday night boiling, angry, spiteful. He's still not sure if this applies after hearing such a thing. It feels... pathetic. Scien's words still fester inside him.]
[scien shrugs, as if offering to save a man's life is just this super casual thing. to him, it might be. that's probably why his personality is so fucking bad.]
Don't misunderstand me or let your hopes soar too high. Logistics would be difficult, possibly even coming out to conditions you wouldn't want to agree to. Not because the terms will be cruel, but even I haven't thought to unravel inter-dimensional travel. I don't know how I'd be able to send you home.
But I am a person who seeks to preserve life. If all other conditions are met—basic payment, paperwork, so on—I do not limit who has access to my technology as long as they are not abusing it.
[Idiot, don't shrug while offering something so fucking wildly incomprehensible to most people like it's NOTHING. Please remember HUMANITY. This really shows a bit on Viktor's face, the bewildered annoyance of having some dude wield so much control over his sad existence.
At the mention of payment, he glances down, and the long-seated burden of being marginalized leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Now is fine. He's become comfortably wealthy off Hextech, but before? He hasn't forgotten, how impossible it would have been to afford such a thing.
The idea of paying to fucking live.
He glances back up again.] What exactly... is... this process like? I mean... what happens exactly when a person agrees to go through with it? [Not the details, not how. What should he expect?]
[ . . . scien lets his head rest in his hand as he looks viktor over. it truly was not that long ago that he was stepping on his chest and kicking at his head. but scien was seeking to get even—to work through the emotions of having his technology stolen from him, and mocked while he was in a cage and unable to retaliate. he did as he said he would - worked through those vague feelings.
now all he feels is a sense of contemplation.]
Would knowing only taunt you with the idea of hope?
[while scien is still deciding just how much help he's willing to offer viktor, when he might still rescind his offer if the logic points to the idea that it could be too risky.]
[There's hesitation. He glances away thoughtfully, like he wants to say something, but he's debating whether he should. Finally, he looks back at Scien, reluctant.]
I don't think it's going to matter either way... What I do about my condition, I mean. I have not told very many, but... where I had been before all this... [He sighs.] ...Jayce had become entangled in Piltover politics.
They voted to make him a council member a while back. Since we created Hextech and the Hexgates, he was put in charge of city security basically. Zaun had once again become... discontent, so there were some uprisings starting. Anyway...
We were all in the council room voting on Zaun's independence. Something... broke through the window at the back, and it had... started to explode. It looked... a lot like... the energy a hex crystal gives off. I'm sure... none of us were going to make it.
[imagine some of viktor's for real cr flipping out over the fact that he might be dead, and yet you know who's in front of him? scien brofiise. who's like damn sucks but also - ]
You're here now. Though I'll honestly say that if you're genuinely terrified of dying, you probably should abandon hope of returning to your home unless you manage to unlock time travel.
[probably not the best idea to plant in viktor's head but scien is just saying things at this point]
Until your consciousness disappears, it is not yet too late.
[Yeah, thanks for that. He hates when people start losing it over something he can't help.]
I know... Everyone already tried to comfort me with a "ten seconds in the past" routine. But when some kind of explosive is coming into your building, I don't think ten seconds is going to do much. Besides, I don't know if I could help Jayce much less myself.
[Luckily for Scien, the idea was already there, but he has doubts.]
That isn't even acknowledging what all else might change if it's done.
[The expression he makes is indecisive and uncertain. He looks around him, at the floor, at the mechanical feet, as if anything will give him some kind of definite answer.]
I don't know. I don't even know if that's possible. I'm really just... [He frowns, one hand curling into a fist. He hesitates.] ...I want to help Lucien.
[And Throne and Shoma, but they are about as stubborn as he is about doing it themselves actually. Mostly. Lucien is also stubborn, but in an annoying way.]
More than myself. He'll hate me for it, but... I want to get what's inside him out, or... I don't know. I want him to... have... his body, a body. A body that feels like it belongs to him, not one that's been used by god knows what different kind of things.
[This conversation is now ruining his life elsewhere later, and he wishes then he hadn't said anything NOW.
There's a sigh, as if this very short TERRIBLE list is exactly how he knows it sounds. HE AGREES!]
It's... It's a long story. The Lucien in there isn't... It's... [He gives up.] Who he was became... displaced. And then when he was brought back... His body isn't his anymore. The outside... nor the inside. He's trapped. I... understand how that feels.
I want to get rid of his connection with the Nine.
He blinks at the legs, and then he's shaking his head and waving his hands.] No. No, no. This has nothing to do with any of that. I've had these ideas for years. I'm not-- [Suddenly collected and firm:] I'm not making him automaton body.
This isn't a hollow suit. This is... a golem. It's going to function on its own. I haven't exactly... Figured out a way for Lucien yet. Even if the Somnoven are gone, he is left with a body that doesn't feel right anymore.
[scien still thinks that this golem thing could always malfunction and try to kill them but he's really, really making that sidon's problem as the tallest and strongest of them
but]
I see... Well, that's a scientific problem if I've ever heard one. Have fun.
[said a little dryly... sounds like a pain more than anything else but sure viktor, commit your atrocities in the name of love]
[Honestly, it should, in fact, malfunction and try to kill them because they all would deserve it. Except maybe the girls. The rest of them? Free game.
This is where I say that the future lore is the golem becomes sentient on its own, BUT THANKFULLY NOT EVIL.]
Why were you so interested anyway? Aren't you bored with everything under the sun? Except Suika and Tetris, I guess.
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People are so nervous about the blood—but I don't perform medical procedures on normal people without their consent. Sometimes I don't even do it when they ask.
[SCIEN IS NOT A DOCTOR!!!! HE IS A RESEARCHER!!!! HE'S ALSO A HUGE ASSHOLE WHO HATES EXTRA WORK THAT HE'S NOT INTERESTED IN]
Reliver technology cannot rewrite your genetic code. I may not be able to do anything about your leg.
[as for the rest....]
I will think on it. I have not yet decided just how much I am willing to grant you all. [so many people have short lifespans here, but scien doesn't know how much he wants to play god with people outside of the country....] But know this: I will not verbally explain any of my technology to you. It is never meant to leave Arpéchéle or my control.
Either you accept salvation at my hand, or you find answers on your own.
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He freezes, bewildered........ and then he scrambles to twist around so he can raise himself up on his forearms and LOOK at Scien, equally as bewildered as he had been to start.
He's not sure what to say, or think. He had spent... so many days since that Saturday night boiling, angry, spiteful. He's still not sure if this applies after hearing such a thing. It feels... pathetic. Scien's words still fester inside him.]
Wh... What?
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Don't misunderstand me or let your hopes soar too high. Logistics would be difficult, possibly even coming out to conditions you wouldn't want to agree to. Not because the terms will be cruel, but even I haven't thought to unravel inter-dimensional travel. I don't know how I'd be able to send you home.
But I am a person who seeks to preserve life. If all other conditions are met—basic payment, paperwork, so on—I do not limit who has access to my technology as long as they are not abusing it.
[and that is what makes him a savior.]
That's all.
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At the mention of payment, he glances down, and the long-seated burden of being marginalized leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Now is fine. He's become comfortably wealthy off Hextech, but before? He hasn't forgotten, how impossible it would have been to afford such a thing.
The idea of paying to fucking live.
He glances back up again.] What exactly... is... this process like? I mean... what happens exactly when a person agrees to go through with it? [Not the details, not how. What should he expect?]
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now all he feels is a sense of contemplation.]
Would knowing only taunt you with the idea of hope?
[while scien is still deciding just how much help he's willing to offer viktor, when he might still rescind his offer if the logic points to the idea that it could be too risky.]
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I don't think it's going to matter either way... What I do about my condition, I mean. I have not told very many, but... where I had been before all this... [He sighs.] ...Jayce had become entangled in Piltover politics.
They voted to make him a council member a while back. Since we created Hextech and the Hexgates, he was put in charge of city security basically. Zaun had once again become... discontent, so there were some uprisings starting. Anyway...
We were all in the council room voting on Zaun's independence. Something... broke through the window at the back, and it had... started to explode. It looked... a lot like... the energy a hex crystal gives off. I'm sure... none of us were going to make it.
So I don't know what use it would be in the end.
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You're here now. Though I'll honestly say that if you're genuinely terrified of dying, you probably should abandon hope of returning to your home unless you manage to unlock time travel.
[probably not the best idea to plant in viktor's head but scien is just saying things at this point]
Until your consciousness disappears, it is not yet too late.
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I know... Everyone already tried to comfort me with a "ten seconds in the past" routine. But when some kind of explosive is coming into your building, I don't think ten seconds is going to do much. Besides, I don't know if I could help Jayce much less myself.
[Luckily for Scien, the idea was already there, but he has doubts.]
That isn't even acknowledging what all else might change if it's done.
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So what? Are you thinking of escaping to a different world? Abandoning everything you've ever known?
[scien doesn't think that's impossible either]
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I don't know. I don't even know if that's possible. I'm really just... [He frowns, one hand curling into a fist. He hesitates.] ...I want to help Lucien.
[And Throne and Shoma, but they are about as stubborn as he is about doing it themselves actually. Mostly. Lucien is also stubborn, but in an annoying way.]
More than myself. He'll hate me for it, but... I want to get what's inside him out, or... I don't know. I want him to... have... his body, a body. A body that feels like it belongs to him, not one that's been used by god knows what different kind of things.
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The Nonagon?
The one that thinks the void is calling him and that his destiny is to become a god?
[he figured there was something going on but it wasn't whatever the fuck this is]
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There's a sigh, as if this very short TERRIBLE list is exactly how he knows it sounds. HE AGREES!]
It's... It's a long story. The Lucien in there isn't... It's... [He gives up.] Who he was became... displaced. And then when he was brought back... His body isn't his anymore. The outside... nor the inside. He's trapped. I... understand how that feels.
I want to get rid of his connection with the Nine.
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[but unlike viktor it just made scien go 'what the fuck' instead oF FALLING IN LOVE? I GUESS?]
So you both want to become new body thieves and a terrible camaraderie bloomed from there?
[IS. IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED?]
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Wh...? No? No? Why-- I don't want to steal bodies! [That may have been a little of what happened.] I want my own body!
I want Lucien to have his own body, too, but... I don't think he's comfortable in it. Not now that it's been... changed so many times by others.
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So you're...
[looking at the. automaton parts...?]
Going to try to make him a body?
[because that isn't a miracle that scien will ever offer
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He blinks at the legs, and then he's shaking his head and waving his hands.] No. No, no. This has nothing to do with any of that. I've had these ideas for years. I'm not-- [Suddenly collected and firm:] I'm not making him automaton body.
This isn't a hollow suit. This is... a golem. It's going to function on its own. I haven't exactly... Figured out a way for Lucien yet. Even if the Somnoven are gone, he is left with a body that doesn't feel right anymore.
So... then I have to figure out the next step.
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but]
I see... Well, that's a scientific problem if I've ever heard one. Have fun.
[said a little dryly... sounds like a pain more than anything else but sure viktor, commit your atrocities in the name of love]
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This is where I say that the future lore is the golem becomes sentient on its own, BUT THANKFULLY NOT EVIL.]
Why were you so interested anyway? Aren't you bored with everything under the sun? Except Suika and Tetris, I guess.
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I keep my focuses limited because I do not have time to care about all the world and every world's problems. Puzzle games are breaks I take.
But I don't hate learning. Sometimes that's about other people, if I find it interesting enough.
[he just doesn't care to most of the time]
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You never act like you take very much interest in other people.
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[why would he act like that... when he doesn't....]
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Only when they're amusing to you in some way, I imagine.
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[he'll admit to that much. he loves funny little jesters.]
But there are some who earn my attention in other ways.
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I don't exactly like the implications of that...
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hilariously not a jester to scien]
I could explain it.
But it's almost more amusing to me if you're needlessly paranoid.
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