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[looksfine]

[For a time, Aya debating sending this particular transmission through radio.  In the interests of total transparency, however, she decided she simply did not care if the locals were to catch sight of her broadcast.]

[After all, from her perspective, she was doing nothing wrong.]

It has been brought to my attention recently that there are many residing in the city of Keelai who possess an inadequate knowledge of technology.  [The statement was meant to be factual, not insulting.]  As such, I would be willing to offer my knowledge and expertise to any and all who wish to learn.

Currently, I am employed at Stark Industries as an instructor.  However, it does not make sense to me that the local populace should receive instruction that those of us designated as Foreigners do not.  And although I am currently prohibited in bringing Foreigners into my classrooms at that location, there are various other resources I could utilize.

[A Pause, to allow this bit of information to sink in.  Followed by a second request:]

In addition, I am currently seeking any carbon-based life form who would be willing to aid me in an experiment.  It is both non-painful and non-invasive, I can assure you, and would require little more than a series of full-body scans, and perhaps some verbal inquiry regarding the precise biometric specifics of your unique species' 

[She says, with her usual serene tone, as if it were truly nothing major.]

For those who wish to contact me about these opportunities, my name is Aya.

Thank You.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Cautiously:] What kind of experiment?

[looksfine]

[Hello, Don.]

[Why the cautious tone? ...though, admittedly, Aya was only just barely able to discern the hesitation in his voice. To her, the question was entirely valid. And one she was perfectly happy to answer.]

I am attempting to discern if it is capable of installing future failsafe encryptions using each of our unique biometric signatures as a means of blocking unwarranted outside sources from fully infiltrating the systems ever again.

[i_speak_softly]

[Well, why didn't you say so?]

Count me in!

[looksfine]

[She just did.]

I had anticipated you would take an interest in this.

[i_speak_softly]

[You put "encryptions" and "biometric signatures" and "blocking infiltration of systems" in the same sentence. "Interest" is an understatement.]

Can I come now?

[looksfine]

Certainly.

[She had all the time that Zanru hadn't already contractually obligated her to donate.]

Is there a preferred location you would like to meet? I regret to inform you that we may no longer access the laboratory at our leisure.

[i_speak_softly]

Yeah, I thought so. [He casts around.] My place is still kind of a mess. Do you have something more operational?

[looksfine]

[Yes, but again, highly restricted access.]

If you are not concerned by the lack of privacy, there are several cafes within the immediate area that would serve our purposes adequately.

[i_speak_softly]

[On the one hand, biometric security systems. On the other, full body scans in a public place. Tough call. What Would Leonardo Say?]

[Sigh.]

Sorry, Aya, it's a deal-breaker.

[looksfine]

[Hmm]

Perhaps you should choose the location.

[i_speak_softly]

[Maybe he's overthinking the problem.]

You have the scanners onboard, don't you.

[looksfine]

They are my scanners. A part of my internal systems.

[It had not occurred to her to specify until now.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He will never stop being jealous.]

Okay. Just come over, then.

[A quick encryption of this channel, and he describes the location where he and Mike have been hiding out.]

[looksfine]

[Then she probably shouldn't mention how the uploading of such information directly into her systems resulted in an instantaneous comprehension of the precise route she would need to take.]

[After all, Nav Com]

I will be there in approximately 18.3 minutes.

[With that, she cut the feed and took to the air towards the location that Don sent her. It was unfamiliar, but not difficult to find.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Besides the fact that the entrance to the temporary Lair is well-camouflaged. When Don hears Aya arrive, he opens the makeshift door.]

Come inside.

[looksfine]

[...oh! That saved her the convenience of having the reengage the Network Console to inquire as to an entrance.]

Thank you.

It is a pleasure to see you again.

[i_speak_softly]

It's good to see you too. [And hard to get his head around the fact that, strictly speaking, they haven't seen each other in over a year.]

[The Lair is dimly lit, roughly furnished in whatever Don and Mike have been able to scavenge. Their priorities seem to run more towards security than comfort, but technological miscellany and a clutter of art supplies are also in evidence.]

What kind of data do you need?

[looksfine]

[The thought was even stranger to think of for Aya, given that she had less than three years of total conscious memory; relatively speaking, she had been gone from Keelai for nearly half her life.]

In previous discussions on the subject, Tony Stark and I had come up with a theory. [Beginning with a little bit of background knowledge. She and Don had enough of a scientific history together that he would appreciate the reasoning behind the experiment.] The limits of beings such as Malicant and myself are most noticeable in our subatomic structures. I could not imitate the biometric signature of a carbon-based life form, and thus would be unable to bypass any protocols that may require its unique signature.

As such, we hypothesized that, if there were a way to program an encryption that responded to both technological as well as biological code...the probability of a foreign enemy being able to bypass it again would significantly decrease.

[i_speak_softly]

Makes sense to me. [He shakes his head, rubbing the ridge between his eyes.] Welcome to the post-Turing test world.

[looksfine]

...Turing?

[Having never been to Earth aside from second-hand through Hal Jordan's numerous (and often exaggerated) tales, she had no knowledge of the computer scientist.]

[i_speak_softly]

You know, the... never mind.

What do you need to know about mutant turtle physiology?

[looksfine]

I suppose the primary purpose of this meeting would be to determine if there are any unique markers in the makeup of your physical form that would be difficult or--preferably--impossible to replicate artificially.

[Almost anybody else, and she would have simply requested to begin the scan. But this was Don, and he was a science bro, and she trusted his word almost as much as her own scanners. The additional insight could be beneficial.]

[i_speak_softly]

That's a simpler answer when you're not surrounded by shapeshifters. [He thinks for a moment.] Poikilothermia is imitatable, but the hacker would have to know about it.

[looksfine]

[She had taken into account the local unique ability. However--]

Modifying one's physical appearance is not the same as mirroring its biological composition. [She would know; her own physical form was merely a construct, after all.] And I am seeking to imprint more than solely body temperature.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don hesitates - he trusts Aya, but these are things he very rarely tells anybody.]

I have a three-chambered heart. You can tell when you listen to it.