blasto, meet official opinions on self-replicating minions

[peterxy]

The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.

(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)

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[thinkering]

"Sleeping's so inconvenient. Miss Militia's lucky."

[msglam]

"She is. I wonder what it is about parahumans who don't sleep, it's not like her power has anything to do with sleeping."

[thinkering]

"Well, it's not like my tinkering has anything to do with mental opacity, some people are just lucky like that."

[msglam]

"Yeah, that's true." Pause. "And that led my brain through a tortuous path that makes me wonder, how'd your dad move about before you made his suit?"

[thinkering]

"...teleporting, same way he does now? It wasn't as effective because he didn't have safeties to turn on and off for precision."

[msglam]

"Yeah, that's what I mean, how'd he get anything done? ...how high's the variance in his precision, anyway?"

[thinkering]

"Really high. He could still do the roof angling thing - absent subways - but he had a hard time being effectively tactical."

[msglam]

"But I mean, is it high on the level of city blocks, cities, states, countries, continents...?"

[thinkering]

"Farthest he ever goes in one hop is thirty miles."

[msglam]

"Is that the farthest he goes from his starting point, or the farthest he can end up from his target?"

[thinkering]

"From his starting point. He can't target per se, at least not with his power. He only gets to pick direction."

[msglam]

"Oh, so he always ends up somewhere along his chosen direction, it's just how far along it that changes?"

[thinkering]

"Yeah. The power picks a safe place, and if there's lots of those it picks a distance too."

[msglam]

"Okay, gotcha, I thought it could vary around the direction, too."

[thinkering]

"Nope."

[msglam]

"By the way, if you're the fake Bella, does the real one get a recap of this conversation? Like, would she be listening in, or getting a summary later, or something?"

[thinkering]

"It wouldn't be fair otherwise, since the bot always listens in on me."

[msglam]

"Okay, good. In that case I think we're done, don't wanna run out of stuff to talk about before the other one comes."

[thinkering]

"Sure." And she leaves.

And knock knock!

[mrglam]

He opens the door. "Hi, love!"

[thinkering]

"I'm not used to you swapping binary genders in the middle of a day," she remarks. She sits down. "Hi."

[mrglam]

He sits down, too. "Today's a nonbinary day. I usually stick to a single gender on those, but I wanted to change up the experimental circumstances."

[thinkering]

"Doesn't that fuck with your independent variable?"

[mrglam]

"Eh, maybe, but I'm pretty sure I already know the answer."

[thinkering]

"Really."