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- [May 29, 2166]
- [Hargrove's Room - Sub-Level 10]
- ["The Ocean Crawler" STRQ Industries Mobile Oceanic Rig]
- [Arctic Ocean]
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- Aboard the Ocean Crawler, specifically within Jacob Hargrove's personal chambers, the man whose dreams came to fruition with the unveiling of the Androids has called up a little meeting between himself and a few....... "exceptional" friends. And who might these friends be, exactly?
- Try Eobard Thawne, otherwise known as the Flash, and his niece Daisy Zaibo.
- As the two Post-Humans are sitting in their late nineteenth-century inspired chairs, Jacob Hargrove comes out of the vault behind his desk; he's carrying an expensive-looking bottle of champagne and a few glasses.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Ah, Flash, Quake, so good to see you!
- (Daisy Zaibo): Excuse me, but that's not a recognized moniker. I don't subscribe to that, unlike my uncle here.
- (Eobard Thawne): Oh come on, you LOVE being given a superhero name.
- Daisy rolls her eyes, though it's clear that she does agree with her uncle's assessment. As the two guests watch the Android-bodied former president/founder and current majority shareholder of STRQ Industries pour them some drinks, Eobard can't help but notice the faintest of details: Hargrove's synthetic-organic hand is quivering as he pours, even spilling some of the drink. And, given his extremely high calculative brain power, all of this is in excruciating detail and slow motion.
- As quick as he notices it, Thawne uses his super speed to quickly pour the drinks, set the glasses, and put the champagne bottle down, all within a span of time that could easily fit in the blink of an eye.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Eobard--
- (Daisy Zaibo): Uncle? Why'd you do that?
- Whilst his niece and one of his most important benefactors look at him, Eobard Thawne can only look down into his lap, clearly deep in thought, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. As the daughter of his sister-in-law, she catches that something is amiss, something her uncle isn't going to be prompted to say willingly.
- (Daisy Zaibo): What is it, uncle? Uncle? UNCLE!
- (Eobard Thawne): Hmm, yes?
- (Jacob hargrove): I believe your niece wanted to inquire about what exactly you noticed about my...... condition.
- (Eobard Thawne): Fine. I noticed an ever so slight quiver in your hand movements, an unnatural one. I suspect that there's a problem with your current body, one that's only just beginning to manifest itself. Am I correct?
- Jacob Hargrove turns his back to his guests and rubs the brow of his eyes with his fingers; he's worn down, despite the friendly facade he put up earlier when he invited them to his abode. The man behind the Flash, seeing how stressed out he's made Hargrove, gets up from his seat, puts his arm around the old man, and leads him to his own seat behind the desk.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Yes..... you're correct. I was gonna wait until the ice was broken a bit, but I suppose there's no beating around the bush now.
- (Daisy Zaibo): What could be wrong with your body, though, Mr. Hargrove? I mean, Dr. Maximoff showed me some of those scans, and there's virtually no structural or genetic flaw to the Androids that could be foreseen.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Wait, how did you--
- (Eobard Thawne): N-not important! Just keep going, sir.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Very well. After the first few weeks, I noticed that I would occasionally have minor spasms in my arms. At first, I assumed this was an adjustment period, but I eventually realized it was the opposite. It was.....
- (Eobard Thawne): Rejection.
- (Jacob Hargrove): Precisely. The Android body requires a Synthetic's mind to achieve the correct Harmony to maintain Ki metastasis. I will suffer increasingly chronic symptoms that will deteriorate my body's ability to function.........
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- [Director's Office]
- [Director's Section - Hayden Station]
- [Union Aerospace Corporation Extended Colonization Facility Beta]
- [Viking 1, Mars]
- [Open Territory - U.A.C.]
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- (Jacob Hargrove): *narration* And I don't know how to avert this.
- Inside of Director Samuel Hayden's personal office, his robotic body is mounted within an outfitting station in the side of the wall; several engineers are performing a routine maintenance and tuning check-up, making sure the shell's systems and hydraulics are all in perfect working order.
- Obviously, given the sensitive nature of this work, only the best of the best have been pulled from their regular duties for this job, and even then they're still talked through the operation by Hayden himself.
- (Director Hayden): ...And make sure to ensure the joint is secured, not too tight, and not too loose! I don't want a repeat of Monday!
- (Engineer David Adams): Yes sir. Do you want us to check up on your neural systems, as well?
- (Director Hayden): No. I designed the adapters myself to avert Argent Rejection Syndrome, unlike my old friend Jacob.
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