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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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[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.

[looksfine]

[On the positive, Aya had traveled the stars. Encountered countless alien cultures, each with their own physical anomalies. A three-chambered heart, while odd by Earth standards, was no stranger to her than...well...an anthropomorphic turtle.]

[On the downside, this meant she would not fully appreciate the level of trust entailed for him to share this information with her.]

Are you suggesting an audio sensor? One that would detect your heartbeat?

[...because that might also be immitatable. Sound waves and frequencies.]

[i_speak_softly]

A pulse recorder might be enough. I've never compared the readings that closely.

[looksfine]

Do you have any audio equipment accessible at this time?

[Minor experiment time? Oh, yes; he would be able to tell by the look on her face that she had an idea.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He spreads his hands. He's got nothing.]

[looksfine]

[...damn. There goes idea number one.]

What do you have access to?

[i_speak_softly]

[Nothing.]

[His temper has been uncharacteristically close to the surface lately; he reins it in.]

What you see is what I have.

[looksfine]

[She hadn't meant to anger him. Simply gather more information regarding resources.]

[Hmm]

Have you made any attempts to contact the individual known as Zanru?

[Aya might not like her, but the kedan was the current head of Stark Industries. And she had (begrudgingly) given Aya a chance.]

[i_speak_softly]

No.

[looksfine]

Have you considered it?

[She wouldn't blame him if he hadn't.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Lots of snarky responses come to mind, but Aya doesn't deserve any of them.]

I haven't really had time to think about it.

[looksfine]

Understood.

The benefits of making an attempt to establish communication, to my knowledge, would outweigh the frustrations of having to speak to the current head in person.

[It was pretty obvious that she did not like the woman. At all.]

[i_speak_softly]

I know. I'll get to it.

[looksfine]

Please inform me of the outcome when you do.

...my original suggestion would have been for me to scan your current heartbeat, and then use a secondary technological source to attempt to recreate the audio signature in hopes of determining whether or not my sensors would not be able to discern any differences between them.

As this is currently impossible, we may have to improvise instead.

[i_speak_softly]

What do you have in mind?

[looksfine]

[She lifted one hand, a small ball of green energy emitting from her palm. It brightened like a lamp just beginning to warm up, before fading away into a more solid green form: a doctor's stethoscope.]

I believe the colloquial phrase would be: the old fashioned way

[Once the stethoscope had faded into a shade of green mirroring her own skin, she passed it over to Don. He would find it to work precisely as an Earth stethoscope would, right down to the increased sensitivity of any and all sounds around him.]

I will scan your heartbeat and then use my systems to recreate its frequency to the best of my capabilities. It will be your job to tell me if it matches with what you hear.