[ How does it feel? Where would he even start with that? In the moment, the question seems so absurd he nearly laughs. ]
Hah-! I'll have to get back to you on that. Hang on a tick, I think I've just about...
[ And then he sort of forgets to finish his sentence. Sorry, Carlisle, but this requires his absolute concentration.
His hunch was right. This "sixth sense" he has isn't just a passive receiver - it's an active instrument, which he can direct and tighten and focus at will. And as he does, the machine's unique tune resolves into a melody - no, a harmony, a purposeful arrangement of components, interconnected and working together in concert, even if he can't identify any of them. But it goes even further, doesn't it? Each of those subsystems is built out of subsystems, after all. It's like studying an orchestra and realizing every instrument contains another orchestra. And he can dive into those, too, just as readily.
Deeper and deeper he recurses, hardwired logic unfolding around him like a fractal. He barely even notices when the comm leaves his hands, his power suspending it in midair over his palms. Millions and millions and millions of pathways open up before him, and his mind pours through and around them, expanding to fill all available space, annexing the system into himself.
It really is that easy. The whole process only takes a few seconds, and then the comm might as well be part of him. Qubit glances to Carlisle for half a second, grinning eagerly. ]
Carlisle, I've got it!
[ It's a bit strange, like gaining an unfamiliar limb, but not altogether unpleasant. And there's still more he can do. Bolstered by his success, he makes an experimental attempt to move it. Not with any creative goal in mind - it's more like flexing a muscle just to see if he can. ]
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Hah-! I'll have to get back to you on that. Hang on a tick, I think I've just about...
[ And then he sort of forgets to finish his sentence. Sorry, Carlisle, but this requires his absolute concentration.
His hunch was right. This "sixth sense" he has isn't just a passive receiver - it's an active instrument, which he can direct and tighten and focus at will. And as he does, the machine's unique tune resolves into a melody - no, a harmony, a purposeful arrangement of components, interconnected and working together in concert, even if he can't identify any of them. But it goes even further, doesn't it? Each of those subsystems is built out of subsystems, after all. It's like studying an orchestra and realizing every instrument contains another orchestra. And he can dive into those, too, just as readily.
Deeper and deeper he recurses, hardwired logic unfolding around him like a fractal. He barely even notices when the comm leaves his hands, his power suspending it in midair over his palms. Millions and millions and millions of pathways open up before him, and his mind pours through and around them, expanding to fill all available space, annexing the system into himself.
It really is that easy. The whole process only takes a few seconds, and then the comm might as well be part of him. Qubit glances to Carlisle for half a second, grinning eagerly. ]
Carlisle, I've got it!
[ It's a bit strange, like gaining an unfamiliar limb, but not altogether unpleasant. And there's still more he can do. Bolstered by his success, he makes an experimental attempt to move it. Not with any creative goal in mind - it's more like flexing a muscle just to see if he can. ]