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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.

Comments

[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.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don takes the stethoscope with delight.]

Can I keep it?

[looksfine]

I had no intentions of taking your actual heart from you, so yes, you may.

[The corners of her lips twitched upward. Could it be...she had actually made a joke?]

[i_speak_softly]

[If she did, she picked a bad topic. Vivisection is no laughing matter to Donatello, so the comment gets only a nervous "ha".]

[looksfine]

[Oops]

[Meanwhile, her attention had already returned to her scanners, inputting a few manual codes before holding her palm up once more. This time, the light that emitted from it was transparent. A flat, steady beam that would move up and down Don's form. He would feel nothing and experience no discomfort beyond any wary feelings about having a bright light shone in his eyes.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Well, that brings back some bad memories. He squints against the brightness.]

Aya, some warning, please.

[looksfine]

[She sent him a momentary look of confusion, uncertain as to what she was meant to have warned him about. After all...she had made it clear from the beginning that her intentions were to scan people. And scanning was all she had done thus far.]

...very well.

I have managed to acquire the information necessary to proceed. The next step would involve recreating a three-dimensional construct of your heart, including the auditory signature of its beating rhythm. Is this acceptable?

[i_speak_softly]

You're not going to...

[He points cautiously at Aya's hand.]

[looksfine]

[A glance down at her hand, then back up at him.]

Not going to...what?

[i_speak_softly]

[In a voice a couple octaves above normal:] ... make a heart?

[looksfine]

[...is there something wrong with your voice suddenly?]

A construct of one.

It will imitate the physical appearance and auditory sounds of one, but it will possess none of the biological makeup that would label it organic.

[i_speak_softly]

[Maybe. Lots of uncomfortable noises are coming out of him.]

[Pull yourself together, Donatello.]

O... okay.

... I don't know what it looks like.