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No, I don't believe you quite understand. Removing me from my universe could have catastrophic effects! We're just at the point where-- Yes, yes, I know it's only for some "game", as you say, but just because I am scientist doesn't mean I wish to be your guinea pig.

I was always much more partial to rats. Smarter creatures. Funny little paws that look like hands. Ingenious in the strangest ways. I remember one time I--

...

But that's beside the point!

I'm not going anywhere that I won't have my lab!

Or Peter!

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[A scientist! Finally, someone who could be even remotely on his intellectual level!]

[...well maybe. Dustin's getting a little desperate.]

Sad, how common people never make allowances for science unless it's directly useful to them or provides cheap amusement. As if spending the time and resources on bettering civilization wasn't enough.

[O-oh! A scientist! A fellow man of science! This is excellent. Perhaps his logical reasoning skills could be of assistance.]

What we do is beyond the realm of common man, my dear fellow! It isn't their fault they're too dim to understand.

A pity, but not their fault.

[Careful--don't want to encourage him too much.]

More than a pity--an annoyance. Especially when you're forced into their vapid brain and led from universe to universe like some transdimensional pet.

Ah. This wouldn't be the first time I was taken places against my will. I spent seventeen years incarcerated because they couldn't understand what had really happened. It wasn't-- It was tragic, but it wasn't what they said.

[It was his fault, but he hadn't murdered anyone.]

Seventeen years without proper food - can you imagine it? It was enough to drive a man insane if he wasn't already.

[He thinks about asking what for, but Walter's rambling makes it fairly obvious as to what interpretation of "incarcerated" he should use. Also Dustin could care less.]

I can imagine that, wherever your mun takes you, "proper food" is going to be the least of your problems. But it's best to keep your head and continue your research when you get there--the rest of the panicked rabble needs someone to keep them working in the right direction, yeah?

[Whoa whoa, back that up. Did he just say food would be the least of his problems?

Nuh-uh, ohhhhhh no.]

No. No!

[He punctuates his words with frustrated waves of his hands.]

W-w-without proper nutrition how can anyone expect the brain to work at optimal levels?! It's bad enough that without my lab I won't have access to my medications, but to starve us of the one joy left to man on the planet beyond procreation and mind alteration? THAT is insanity!

[Oh you've done it now muse. Shows you for wanting to troll about this comm, silly man, maybe you'll think twice--]

Hah! Finally, someone on my level! Forget simple joy in food and procreation and...

[He chooses to forget about mind alteration; unpleasant memories with telepaths.]

It's a necessity for people like us. The brain can't be fed with knowledge alone, as much as we'd like it to be so simple.

Yes! Exactly! Oh, I'm so glad you agree.

[His anger from before is now completely channelled into joy and a bright smile splits his face.]

Knowledge is simply the fuel. The rest - the stimuli - that is our impetus, our drive. A vehicle without an end goal is simply a hunk of metal!

O-oh! But tell me, w-what field are you in? Theoretical? Practical?

[Dustin winds up for some excited ranting about the brain and nutrients, but the question catches him first ~~thank goodness~~.]

A little bit of both, a little bit of everything else. [He strokes at his patchy stubble.] If I were forced to pick, I'd have to lean towards practical, though; it's one thing to theorize, but it's something so much more to watch your theories come together into something tangible.

And yourself?

Research primarily, but I do like to dabble. My area was primarily fringe science, but you could say I do a bit of everything. Much like you, yes?

There's no better fun than getting your hands dirty with a real brain as you map its neural pathways!

[Dustin becomes even more enthusiastic. Dammit, why are you so happy, cut that out! This is really unnerving]

I remember working in the university biology labs a few years ago, working with the graduates and their cadavers...I should have specified, biotechnology is one of my specialties. What was it you were working towards with your studies?...

[Given the time, he'll gladly continue to geek out about each others' scientific endeavors and discuss the specifics for hours afterwards. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ENCOURAGE HIM. I warned you.]

Oh! A university! Yes, I had a lab at Harvard for a very long time. It's quite exciting to be on a campus, yes? All the experimentation in various things - it was invigorating indeed!

And my research was for everything! The furthering of science, the development and-- And...

[Give him a moment, he just recalled something.]

And...Healing the world. Something terrible is happening and I must help fix it.

Walter, are you having bad dreams again?

None of us want you to leave the lab behind.

Is something going on?

Edited (typo!) 2013-06-29 01:30 (UTC)

It isn't a bad dream! Or, I suppose it could be seen as a nightmare, but it isn't just in my mind. A-And I swear to you, I'm not asleep!

This woman is holding me hostage and saying I have to go somewhere!!

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