003 | Private Matters | Audio Post
[The device clicks on to silence at first. Then:
Tap, tap, tap. Tap. Tap, tap.
He taps the communicator carefully, testing it.]
...we're good? All right. Great, fantastic. See you in another almost two weeks.
[The device clicks off. Only not.]
[Video| Private Lock; 100% 99% Unhackable]
...I don't know how much longer this is going to last. I can't believe it's lasted this long. How--
[He stops before he even bothers. Saying it out loud only means he has to accept it. He isn't ready to admit something is seriously, bizarrely going on here. He doesn't want to admit this could be a good thing--and that there could be bad consequences if he screws with it. If this was being done by the chip...
He makes one more check on the encryption code before switching the device over to video feed. He angles it down towards his chest, the bright glow of the arc reactor peeking out between his open shirt. He taps the reactor twice with his finger tip then carefully removes the inner hub. His muscles are tense as he does so. It hurts. Without undoing the wires he carefully manuevers the piece so that he can show the camera the inner workings, the chip inside is still completely intact, not burnt out like the previous ones were doing if left in too long. He sets down the communicator after getting a good view of it all and replaces the parts then buttons up his shirt and focuses the camera on his face as if hiding the precious lifesource from his own view.]
The palladium's staying put. Doesn't look good, but it's not getting any worse. [He's referring to the purplish-grey lines that were spreading out from the reactor's spot in his chest, obviously following veins in its outreaching threads.] I can't imagine what is making this possible. It shouldn't--
...
Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth, right? But what if I...
Tap, tap, tap. Tap. Tap, tap.
He taps the communicator carefully, testing it.]
...we're good? All right. Great, fantastic. See you in another almost two weeks.
[The device clicks off. Only not.]
[Video| Private Lock; 100% 99% Unhackable]
...I don't know how much longer this is going to last. I can't believe it's lasted this long. How--
[He stops before he even bothers. Saying it out loud only means he has to accept it. He isn't ready to admit something is seriously, bizarrely going on here. He doesn't want to admit this could be a good thing--and that there could be bad consequences if he screws with it. If this was being done by the chip...
He makes one more check on the encryption code before switching the device over to video feed. He angles it down towards his chest, the bright glow of the arc reactor peeking out between his open shirt. He taps the reactor twice with his finger tip then carefully removes the inner hub. His muscles are tense as he does so. It hurts. Without undoing the wires he carefully manuevers the piece so that he can show the camera the inner workings, the chip inside is still completely intact, not burnt out like the previous ones were doing if left in too long. He sets down the communicator after getting a good view of it all and replaces the parts then buttons up his shirt and focuses the camera on his face as if hiding the precious lifesource from his own view.]
The palladium's staying put. Doesn't look good, but it's not getting any worse. [He's referring to the purplish-grey lines that were spreading out from the reactor's spot in his chest, obviously following veins in its outreaching threads.] I can't imagine what is making this possible. It shouldn't--
...
Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth, right? But what if I...