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[There's a man in his late 20s on the screen, and he looks tired. Not like he hasn't been sleeping well - though that, too - but like 'tired' is just generally a state of being for him. His hands are out of frame. He's going to keep it that way.]
Not to diss Raine and Heather, without whom I would be dead, and I am very grateful for their help, I've got a question. Out of curiosity, are there any doctors here? Gonna be clear here - I don’t mean maniacs with rusty shears, I don’t mean someone with a penchant for making people into unwilling human guinea pigs for whatever the fuck, I don’t mean Dr. Strangelove’s crazier Nazi cousin who’s trying to turn mental patients into batteries for nanomachines with more tubes in them than that one senator guy called the internet.
‘Cause before I let anyone come near me with so much as a stethoscope in future, I’m going to need to see some medical credentials.
[A pause, and then:]
Also, if anyone comes at me dressed as a priest, this is the only warning you’ll get that I am going to set you on fucking fire. It worked on the last guy.
Not to diss Raine and Heather, without whom I would be dead, and I am very grateful for their help, I've got a question. Out of curiosity, are there any doctors here? Gonna be clear here - I don’t mean maniacs with rusty shears, I don’t mean someone with a penchant for making people into unwilling human guinea pigs for whatever the fuck, I don’t mean Dr. Strangelove’s crazier Nazi cousin who’s trying to turn mental patients into batteries for nanomachines with more tubes in them than that one senator guy called the internet.
‘Cause before I let anyone come near me with so much as a stethoscope in future, I’m going to need to see some medical credentials.
[A pause, and then:]
Also, if anyone comes at me dressed as a priest, this is the only warning you’ll get that I am going to set you on fucking fire. It worked on the last guy.
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Since you say you specialize in nanotechnology, what does that extend to? I'm just trying to see how much you might be able to answer.
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[Tony grins.] Unless you're from the future - then you can tell me all the new stuff that's been developed.
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Biotech, huh? [He taps his pen against the desk, thinking. He really does not want to get into any of this, but it's crucial that he finds out how irregular - okay, how unethical - Project Walrider had been.] You have some free time to meet in the next few days?
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[Tony hopes he makes it sooner rather than later. The cagey attitude and frankly sort of unhinged rant have made him really curious what this guy knows or wants to know about nanotech.]
oh good, if he's coming off a little wackaloon, that means i'm doing it right :V
[And Miles makes it sooner; within a few hours he's at Tony's lab. He knocks on the door and pokes his head in.] Hey. Miles Upshur. We spoke on the consoles...?
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Cool, come on in. Miles? Tony. Nice to meet you. What do you need?
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Yeah. You asked about using people as power sources for nanites like you knew what I was talking about. You brought up hosts, too. I think you could help me shed some light on the little science project I encountered before coming here.
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It sounds like bullshit, I know, but it was real enough to toss me around like an orca toying with a harp seal.
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[Tony looks very intrigued, too caught up in the science to pay attention to the not-at-all-subtle hints that Miles is maybe not the biggest fan of nanotech.]
Sounds like pretty bleeding edge stuff. But yeah, if you had a machine to process the mental input and transmit commands to a swarm, it's definitely doable. I haven't heard of anyone in my world working on that, yet, though. I sort of have a mental interface with my nanites, but it's a totally different thing.
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Uh-huh, yeah. Someone was hooked up to a machine, [a fucking Death Star of medical torture,] and kept in a constant dreaming state.
[Then the rest of what Tony said catches up with him. Cue cartoon brake noise.] Your nanites?
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The Extremis nanites, yeah. I was one of the... test subjects. [Sure, 'test subject,' that works. That's technically accurate and only moderately misleading.]
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Again, cue record scratch. He heard that pause, Tony.] What do you mean, 'test subjects'?
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[Okay, yes, he's being a little bit deliberately obtuse. But come on, Miles, what kind of question is that?]
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Well, I actually, uh... stole it, [Tony admits.] So did the other guy. It wasn't technically ready for human trials yet.
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...well, at least you did it on purpose.
So since you specialize in nanites, the ones you have...they're okay?
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Yeah, they work great. Even better than I thought they would. I just didn't want to die of heart failure, but now I can hack satellites with my brain.
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...literally none of that is what the ones I have any experience with do. They're, uh...weapons. Murkoff, one of the biggest corporations where I come from, took Nazi science and expanded on it.
[His voice is very tightly controlled on that last sentence, but he's clenching the fist with his pen in it so tightly that if he had the strength, it might snap. Fuck the military-industrial complex, yo.]
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Oh. [Given the tone of Miles' original broadcast, Tony probably should have been more prepared for the conversation to go in this direction.]
I guess Extremis would have been a weapon, too, if it had ever gotten off the ground, [Tony says. His tone is cautious - he's not sure how this
bugfuck crazyguy will react.] They were trying to recreate a supersoldier serum from the forties. No Nazis, though. [Fury wouldn't stoop to using Nazi science. Probably.]Mallen, the other guy who got the serum, took way too much. He turned himself into a weapon. A monster, literally - creepy demon eyes, fire breath, the whole deal.
i desperately need miles and cap to meet. someone bring me a cap
Oh. Good. Nanites making people into demon monsters. That doesn't sound familiar at all. [Taste the sarcasm. Well, he's fibbing for dramatic effect; the Variants had been violent and monstrous, but not demons.]
I think there needs to be some sort of Geneva Convention about not recreating weird fringe science from World War II, [he grumbles.]
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[Ha ha, gallows humor! But seriously, there's got to be some reason Miles came to see him besides venting about evil Nazi science.]
So... were you part of this program? Are you one of the hosts? Is that why you wanted to talk to me?
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No. No, I wasn't involved with the program at all. I'm a journalist. I went to check out a tip about abuse at a mental asylum. Turns out, the company running it had also been testing their pet project out on the patients.
[He flexes one of his hands, almost unconsciously. They're still hurting - phantom pains in phantom fingers.] Since you said one of your specialties is nanotech, I was wondering what you could tell me about some of the technology. I don't know as much about it as I'd like, and I'll need some context for the story.
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I can tell you a lot about nanotech, but... you know you probably won't remember any of this when you go home, right?
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he misplaced the introductory pamphlet along with his fingers and his sanity
so trager took 'em all. DAMMIT TRAGER THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS
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miles' voice is the voice of michael jones. nobody can tell me otherwise
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