["Magic," there's that again. More often than not, that seems to be the assumption people make. (Maybe it's all just different names for the same thing, in the end.)
As for people who are less than alive—well. Preaching to the choir, sort of. He shifts the Transistor on his shoulder. With only a little bit of hard-to-place irony—]
Safe to say they try.
[Results are...what they are. By their own admission, they only do what they can before it's too late. But there's the few familiar faces they've ferreted out from Cloudbank after they'd been MIA, or gone. And, most telling—Sybil, still sleeping. Good as new.]
...Might have been a strange case. [Him. Her. Anyone else they might have salvaged from the Process. What happened in Cloudbank—it was headed out for the Country before the Storm had a chance to sweep it all away.] I could ask around, if it'd help.
[Or, he can keep an eye out. But what he doesn't outright ask is who, or why. Not his business, unless Cam plans on sharing. (Not too hard to guess at the latter, anyway.)]
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As for people who are less than alive—well. Preaching to the choir, sort of. He shifts the Transistor on his shoulder. With only a little bit of hard-to-place irony—]
Safe to say they try.
[Results are...what they are. By their own admission, they only do what they can before it's too late. But there's the few familiar faces they've ferreted out from Cloudbank after they'd been MIA, or gone. And, most telling—Sybil, still sleeping. Good as new.]
...Might have been a strange case. [Him. Her. Anyone else they might have salvaged from the Process. What happened in Cloudbank—it was headed out for the Country before the Storm had a chance to sweep it all away.] I could ask around, if it'd help.
[Or, he can keep an eye out. But what he doesn't outright ask is who, or why. Not his business, unless Cam plans on sharing. (Not too hard to guess at the latter, anyway.)]