[backdated to yesterday like a boss]

[tobereckoned]

[For once, the feed that comes through Knock-Out's communicator is video and not text. She's outside sitting at the park, though both her arms are thrown over the back of the bench she's on; the communicator seems to be floating in front of her. She looks conflicted for a moment, but then she decides to speak

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voice;

[nottheanswers]

And what do you make of the possible longterm effects the grafts have on their host?

[nottheanswers]

That's certainly an effective way to run quality control.

[tobereckoned]

What do you want me to say? Not like I can get rid of them anyway.

[nottheanswers]

But you don't even find the question worth asking.

[tobereckoned]

Not yet I don't.

[nottheanswers]

If it turns up anything, you wouldn't be the only one affected. Your teammates, any of the new volunteers, it wouldn't go well for them, either.

[tobereckoned]

Yeah, I can do that kind of math.

[nottheanswers]

You can, yeah. But will you?

[tobereckoned]

You're assuming things you can't prove. You don't just throw a bunch of numbers onto a page and call it an equation.

[nottheanswers]

And you're jumping to conclusions again. You do that pretty often, don't you?

I don't have any hard and verifiable data, no, hard to get that when your sources are psychic. What I have is a warning, an ill omen, I'm just hoping you might take the time to heed it.