Day 075, 09:01:01

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I stare into the great Ape's face.

Big. Strong. A classic gorilla with dark brown fur and strong, handsome features, even if his expression is suspicious. And the lab coat he is wearing over his large, muscular body does little to soften the impression that Dr. Maius has the physicality to attempt to bodily throw me out of the public Synthesium - so even if my advanced post-human body is technically stronger and faster than his great ape physique, I would not want to test him.

Trust me...

"It doesn't matter what I think," Dr. Maius finally rumbles. "This Synthesium is a public venue. Do what you will, although trust I keep a close eye to the goings on here."

"I would like a chance to work with you."

He snorts. "Why?"

"You are the foremost authority of scientific research on this Station, and a noted multi-disciplinary expert System wide. There is much I could learn."

And perhaps much you could, as well...

The great ape continues staring at me suspiciously, and it seems we are at an impasse... until a wicked gleam appears in his black eyes, and he turns back to his desk, typing a few quick commands with his huge hairy fingers, then swipes his paw across its surface to send the information off in that direction. "All right," he says, turning back with a feral smile. "I just sent a nearly unprovable theorem of mine about local cosmic background radiation over to that public workstation." He pointed past me: beyond a few others in white labcoats working at scattered workstations across the floor, an empty workstation in the middle of it all briefly glows green. "Deliver me a satisfactory answer and I will consider your proposal."

I nod, looking serious enough in a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with my short fall of hair-feathers tied back in a conservative ponytail and a white lab coat, like the rest of them, which covered her tight blue collared shirt and snug beige pants. "Consider it done."

Dr. Maius just snorted again and turned away, sitting back down at his elevated workstation.

I turn and head across the Synthesium floor towards the area previously indicated, ignoring the few long post-human glances and pointed Chimeric stares. The workstation marked by Dr. Maius for my use is situated in a clear space midst the rest. At my approach, it glows to life. Various basic computer displays flicker to life. It has a complement of basic chemical and 3D printing tools, although without any of the more advanced scientific testing machinery seen elsewhere on the floor.

So...

After a pause, I sit down. Flex my fingers. Begin typing out commands: the data Dr. Maius had sent comes up in the "recent received" partition. I unpack it and begin reading, quickly scrolling through painstakingly detailed postulates, diagrams, and related theory... until all is known. A wry smile, and I sit back.

This is a complex little conundrum. A theoretical explanation for the composition of this Solar System's interstellar medium as a product of the Line in the Star's hypothetical sifting mechanism. An unpassable border for sentient life, but allowing everything else. Well...

Normally, my Sub Consciousness would run in the background , teasing out part of the solution from another angle. But having begun a quest for closer mental unity...

I focus. Open up a few blank sketchpads across the monitors, and begin typing rapidly, then drawing, typing, then drawing, typing...

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