[ It came down to the basest and simplest of things: DNA. The necessary code for the nanites themselves. She had to be able to get access to a decent sampling and find just how they've degraded to even begin to hope of stabilizing them, or finding some workaround. It was barely an organic process. There was little enough to glean from someone else being affected; like a completely different strain of a familiar virus.
(It's kind of him not to mention her foolishness, at least. She's beat herself up over it enough. She had been naive and saw light where it was only a reflection in the shadows; she knows.)
His inquiry after samples, however, has her slowing the final touches as she covers another corpse, sighing through her face mask. She'll need to dab fresh peppermint on it here soon. The smell is starting to seep back through. ]
I don't want anyone to get hurt, 76. He's not someone compliant to others scraping his flesh off, less so now than he would have ever once been especially.
no subject
(It's kind of him not to mention her foolishness, at least. She's beat herself up over it enough. She had been naive and saw light where it was only a reflection in the shadows; she knows.)
His inquiry after samples, however, has her slowing the final touches as she covers another corpse, sighing through her face mask. She'll need to dab fresh peppermint on it here soon. The smell is starting to seep back through. ]
I don't want anyone to get hurt, 76. He's not someone compliant to others scraping his flesh off, less so now than he would have ever once been especially.