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[evilgrows]

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[endlesspastability]

Ohhh... [Sonic gives it some thought, then nods in agreement] Honestly, in your shoes, I would probably say the same thing! Extra arms, being able to fly, teleporting through mushroom rings? Serious upgrade from the usual Homo sapiens kit! [he hums thoughtfully...] I think I mostly just want my power back. I can deal with metal madness for a while if I had that!

[evilgrows]

That... might be worth further research.

[Sure, he still wants to take him apart and put him back together. But! As annoying as the kid is, he doesn't necessarily need to dissect him to harness his power, right? Maybe gaining his trust and continuing the truce and getting his power back to his body could help him with his own machines' potential as well.

After all, coming here via fog god means that technically the prototype never came with him, and even when he saw the wreckage on the beach he didn't see the most important component. Maybe that quill is still out there somewhere, in some dimension, on some distant planet. Maybe its power could be recharged.

Hmmm. It's worth coming up with a plan for, anyway.]

There are too many unknown variables to be sure exactly how to handle all of this. You have to be prepared for a lot of possibilities.

[endlesspastability]

[Honestly, Sonic would be much less averse to any experimentation that does not involve vivisection. For. Obvious reasons. But unfortunately, Robotnik still has nefarious plans in mind for his machines. If only he were trying to make the world a better place!]

Hmmm.... sounds like a problem for Future Me!

[Ding! Elevator is now at the bottom floor]

[evilgrows]

I guess procrastination is always one way to go about it.

[He won't be procrastinating, though. He, as usual, has plenty of work to do.

Soon enough they're out of the elevator, and he leads him through the hallways to the door.]

Remember, any further information, you let me know immediately, okay?

[endlesspastability]

It sure is! Especially since Current Me has no idea what to do!

[he beams as he says it, as if it's something to be proud of. Densest material in the universe indeed.

He follows and offers another salute]

Right, right. I know! You'll be the second to know. 'Cause I gotta the first. Later, Doc.

[evilgrows]

[He lets out an audible sigh. This is what he's got to deal with for the foreseeable future. Oh well, at least he'll probably get some really good data out of it. It is exciting after all, annoying or otherwise.]

Yeah. See you.