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space_aces ([personal profile] space_aces) wrote in [community profile] thegreatspacerace2022-09-28 07:29 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
Your journey only happened because of your benefactor, so it begets that it starts at your benefactor as well. SUPERBIA, which is as much of a location as it is an entity, is where everyone's search for Fortuna begins.

There's not much of a welcome party: shortly after their fateful encounter with SUPERBIA, in which they swore to join the quest to find Fortuna, the new Privateers will find themselves afflicted by a sudden change in perspective. See, teleportation is a tricky process, so from SUPERBIA's point of view, why not make the target destination none other than itself? One highly disconcerting moment later, and the Privateers find themselves inside the belly of the beast.

The vast mega-structure is shockingly lonely, void of anyone other than the Privateers. Those who look off the metal satellite and to The Network for intelligence (or take a skim at the Space Wikipedia article) will find out that the surrounding space is clear for lightyears; rumors have it that the place is cursed. It won't take long to understand why.


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Overclocked




The innards of SUPERBIA are that of an impossibly scaled up computer, and the Privateers start right in the middle of it. You are the spider living in the dusty PS4. Literal rivers of coolant, transistors the size of mountains, landscapes made entirely of circuitry. The sky, bounded by a distant metal ceiling, is constantly alight with coursing electricity that cracks the sky with lightning storms. It can be assumed that the Privateers are the first living things to set foot here, because such a place is not ever meant to be traversed by delicate, organic, mortals that worry about things such as "temperature" or "voltage". SUPERBIA needs not lifeforms to continue its operations; why design for them? Traversal itself is difficult: unscalable walls and perilous drops are common to encounter. The only company the Privateers will find are oddly adorable maintenance robots, which sadly seem too occupied by their directives of maintaining the massive machine to offer any assistance (or even acknowledgement of their new guests).

It is immediately clear that the most urgent priority is to get the hell out of here. Before your adventure ends at the starting line.


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Skeletons In The Closet

If one stays inside SUPERBIA, either by getting horribly lost or losing all common sense, one will notice a peculiar pattern emerge as one gets deeper into the bowels of the mega-structure. Passages shrink and become more level, and the incredible hostility and danger of the surroundings fade away, until one comes across areas which were definitely intended for humanoid organisms to use at one point.

The construction of these areas is cramped, unfurnished, and dreary; they are reminiscent of artificial environments meant to handle harsh external conditions like a submarine or bunker, but they are entirely livable. One can eventually find distinct rooms, but everything in them has crumbled to dust and their original purpose is nigh impossible to discern. Deeper investigation may reveal the few items that have stood the test of time. While it is more plausible for life to have existed here, that doesn't seem to be the case now. What happened here?

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The Shipyard

In the opposite direction, when one finally reaches the outer edges of SUPERBIA, they will be rewarded with the place to pick up a spaceship and a stunningly beautiful view of outer space. The outside of SUPERBIA has no atmosphere to get between you and the stars, and they shine brightly, like a beacon calling one out into the first steps of adventure.

The shipyard is already filled with countless space ships of every size, form, and function, all autonomously constructed by SUPERBIA's factories over the countless years. What's the harm in taking one or twenty out for a spin? Even if one has no intentions of permanent ownership of the vehicle, it's not like SUPERBIA will miss it. For a Privateer with a more specific vision, however, there are kiosks around the yard which will allow one to design their very own space ship down to their exact specifications. When the process is done SUPERBIA's matter printers will have it out and space-ready right before your very eyes.

If a Privateer has a ship, vehicle, or large item that they intended to bring with them, they will also find them here, neatly parked in the Shipyard. Why didn't SUPERBIA extend this courtesy to the pilot's themselves? The answer is revealed as soon as the owner makes a closer inspection: the inner contents have been rearranged, like a whirlwind was unleashed inside and assorted loose items thrown around. Now aren't you glad your transportation was given special attention, and the same didn't happen to your innards?

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Hot Crewmates in Your Area

But how will a single Privateer man an entire space ship? No worries: when one steps into a ship, the strangely endearing maintenance robots will suddenly take acute interest. The robots will follow inside and immediately start assuming the duties of a spacefarer, eliminating the need for extra hands on deck.

Even still, there's just no eliminating the want for a human touch, though. Thankfully even that dilemma has a contingency plotted by SUPERBIA.

Communication devices are easily available on every space ship. They come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from huge stationary consoles to portable smartphone-like screens. But whenever a Privateer attempts to access the Network, a pop-up will appear, obscuring the whole screen.


The device will be rendered unusable until one relents to the pop-up's demands and provides answers to its questions. What will these be used for? The mystery will be solved when a social media app mysteriously installs itself on the same device, with profiles preemptively made for every Privateer. Each Privateer's profile consists of their given answers, paired with embarrassingly candid photographs. SUPERBIA has eyes in many places it seems.
miraclekiller: (smuggest alchemist)

[personal profile] miraclekiller 2022-10-11 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as Carol is aware, Cagliostro never practiced alchemy through memory combustion. The perfect body granted to her by Saint-Germain produced more than enough energy by itself to power most simple transmutations, and the lapis they eventually completed supplied the rest.

So either extremely forgetful or there's something else going on.

"Carol Malus Dienheim. You lot ran wild with the data I left behind, so I sure hope you haven't just forgotten your benefactor." She still introduced herself anyway, just to make sure. Surely there aren't two Cagliostros running around constantly trying to act that cute, right?
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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-11 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lu Bixing it is, then, because poor Ari won't manage to pronounce the unfamiliar alternative should they meet in person ('Mer-lu' being her best attempt)]

Peace and prosperity to you! I'd say you're more important than you give yourself credit for. Your work is essential.

I explored as much as I could of that area. I was trying to make a mental map, in case it'll be useful later. Honestly, I found it eerie. The age of it, how long it had gone untouched before our arrival.
I'm curious, absolutely. But also, if at some point SUPERBIA asks the lot of us to bunk up together somewhere like that, I'm going to respectfully decline. It might not have ended well for the last group.


[Her specified reason will be the Tradeliner taboo against room-sharing with people other than one's partner - but it won't be the only one.]

We could make an agreement, if you liked! That if either of us finds out anything interesting from SUPERBIA, they'll share it with the other. Fair contract?

I wonder if our trajectory will mirror yours. We moved past cryogenics about a century back. The Matsukata drive enables transition into L-space, which is a higher-dimensional space. Travelling through it is essentially a shortcut; you can travel long distances in a short space of time without experiencing relativistic effects. It's dangerous, though, and it gives most people space sickness just to travel through it. Astrogators have to start young, because that way our brains can adapt to the perceptual differences.
The Prosperity has a Matsukata drive, along with two ordinary engines for traversing ordinary space. It's a typical Tradeline ship - trade and defence, so big cargo holds, big laser arrays, lots of tiny cabins for a crew of about 250. It was my home for over four years. I miss it already.

It's amazing that you live so long, too. My great-grandmother is on telomerase, and she won't reveal the details but she could be pushing 140 standard years. She looks elderly, but she's healthy. She's still running the Company. It's strange to think that chronologically she'd be young among your people.
If it's not rude to ask, how old are you?

Ah! The colonies used to be governed by our world of origin, but over a century ago we fought the Breakaway War, and now every colony and every Company is independent. Most of them pay Tradeline insurance, because they don't have the population or the infrastructure to support individual standing space militaries. It'd be very inefficient. So we defend all of them, keep the lines of trade open.
You can ask anything you like, I don't mind. What was the world you lived on before you came here like, if it wasn't that Eden?
You sound like a very good teacher to me. Did you have a second, to leave your students with while you came out here?
unnecessities: (take my hand before i kill)

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[personal profile] unnecessities 2022-10-11 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the rat girl from the Grandcypher...there might've been a time when he ignored her completely but the least he can do is acknowledge that she's trying.

"...I appreciate the support, but I'm not saying that."

That said, it's not like he's good at this sort of thing just yet, especially when he doesn't have people like Lennah around to help bail him out like last time he had to handle one of the Zodiac girls.
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transcutation: (Professor)

[personal profile] transcutation 2022-10-11 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oooh, Carol! Nice to meet you! Buuuut sadly, you must have the wrong Cagliostro?" Her smile turns wicked then, and cutesy voice drops down to something more vicious. "Because not a single person ever supplied data to me, the founder of Alchemy, who had to make all this shit from scratch."
yincapacitated: (Thank yew thanks yew!)

[personal profile] yincapacitated 2022-10-11 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha ha ha, of course he wouldn't, would he? What am I doing, trying to lecture the Supreme Primarch on how to keep his chin up in a dangerous situation?

Well, no reason not to forge ahead anyway. If she let something like a grumpy face stop here, how was she supposed to survive this... giant... hellish... wasteland of metal an electricity? Hahaha let's not think about that.

"Well, can you at least manage a smile? Because saying it always puts a smile on my follower's faces!" She gives a twirl and a wink. "We can't start getting out of here if we're always looking down, right?"
braidedwonder: (ready to take a life again)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-11 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)

“I got bored after the war was over.” You know, the obligatory end of his reign of actual terror coming to an end is terribly inconvenient and all. Boredom is the prime reason to go to a new part of space and trying to make sure he’s the first one to reach treasure naturally.

He does snort a laugh as the other man over simplifies what he’s saying, though, shaking his head ‘no.’

“Nah. Life is a gentle mother compared to space. In space you fuck up once and you’re frozen through or splattered and frozen and neither will let you come back.”
miraclekiller: (wha-)

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[personal profile] miraclekiller 2022-10-11 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There are two of them.
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[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-11 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
“… I just always figure a prominent feature has to have one use at least.” Deathscythe’s wings were 90% goth aesthetic, but the other 10% the usefulness of being able to blend in the void of space or a dark corner of Earth. And, well. Built in shields of Gundanium of course.

Shields were never incorrect and couldn’t go astray so far as Duo was concerned. Even if he wasn’t Trowa “spray and pray” Barton.

“So it’s metal taken from Mars instead of the Moon. So it’s not gundanium most likely.” Duo chews on that for a moment and then provides, as if by some explanation of why their suits don’t appear on his little info pad :

“Mars isn’t even terraformed yet.”
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Tok || D&D OC || OTA

[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-11 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
THE COMPUTER IS YOUR FRIEND

New horizons
Among the smallest of the new visitors was a little rust-colored reptile. Just under a meter in height and dressed simply, in heavy cotton with thick leather gloves and boots, a welder's apron covering her front and smoked-glass goggles resting, for the moment, atop her head- and she was nothing short of ecstatic.

There were things she'd thought about here, conceptualized, dreamed of but completely lacked the knowing to acheive- there was gold here, used to conduct lightning, without so much as a spark of magic needed- aluminium in spades which boggled the mind-

Rivers of liquid that had to be colder than any ice she'd ever seen, liquids her arcanist's lenses identified as nitrogen- nitrogen! In liquid form! The things she could do with this, the things she could make.

The kobold wandered, instead of any particular direction, following whatever piqued her interest, sketching and noting everything in a grease-stained little notebook, only for a shriek to pierce the air (and ears of any unfortunate bystanders) as a little construct zipped by her feet-

And far from fear, the noise was clearly one of glee, as she bent down to scoop up the little robot with an expression not dissimilar to that of a child having found the world's most interesting toy. "Look at you! what d'you do, an' who made you- an' the legs! Look at' little legs, ohhh, you're a precious little construct, aren't ye-"

This could go on for some time.

KOBOLD SPACE PROGRAM

The universe's biggest candy shop
Tok had been at this for hours, and she hadn't even got to the building yet. Her little leather notebook was rapidly running out of room, and she was absorbing the information being presented faster, almost, than it could be presented-

These were ships. Ships that could fly through space, thousands of times faster than even elemental airships could fly, made of materials and using fuels that threw every calculation and formula she had out of alignment. And they were going to let her just... have one?

As many as there were, the impossible amount of resources this all would've taken to make, it threw every expectation out the window. Things to take into account- engines, fuels, the shape of the crafts themselves-

She flipped a page in her journal and found- nothing. The back cover. She'd used the last page.

"Anybody got a spare notebook? Few pages in't back of a journal? Bit o' napkin they ain't used yet? Bugger me, I left all me spares back at 'ome..."

CYBOLD CENTERFOLD

Top 10 photos taken seconds before disaster-
Working out the tablets had taken a minute, but to her credit- Tok was a quick learner.
Tell me a little about yourself.
Ey up, all! My mates call me Tok. Anybody else from Sharn, or is that just me?
Anyroad, I'm an engineer. I build things- mostly clockworks and golems, but I'm all over, me. Never thought I'd be building an airship as could see the stars, but just goes to show you, I suppose. Even if we don't find this treasure, I tell you, I'm going home with enough knowing to revolutionize just about every field I could touch, once I work out how it's all done.

Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?
I'd prefer to work with folk what are on equal standing with me, but when folk don't know what to do, I don't mind taking charge. Sometimes you've got to lead by example!

What is your best feature?
I'd have to pick the ones I built myself, if you take my meaning.


What had followed, unfortunately, was a three-image sequence-
-A rust-scaled kobold in her underthings, both arms and one leg crafted, seemingly, of brass and steel, moving like clockwork, with a second leg on the table in front of her, seemingly under maintenance.
-The same kobold frozen mid-shriek, reaching out of frame for something.
-The very same kobold pointing an almost comically-oversized cannon at the camera, a crackle of electricity running the length of the barrel.

And, not much later, another post.

Anybody know how to erase this? I'd have liked to be told, if anyone was gonna be taking a portrait of me in my knickers.
miraclekiller: (why did i make those jojos)

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[personal profile] miraclekiller 2022-10-11 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Carol needs time to process this.

"Alchemy as we know it was made from the data left behind by Fine and whatever Adam Weishaupt managed to steal from the Custodians, and those guys are probably extinct." She's talking it through to herself here, sometimes she just needs to hear her own voice to be sure.

Then she finally looks back up at the screen.

"You don't look like a god, so I must assume the multiverse is playing a cruel joke on me. That oestrogen poisoned dumbass, the inventor of alchemy?"
braidedwonder: (i live by my own law)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-11 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)

“In Heero’s time we apparently have!” And he’s still very unsure of how the hell anyone talked him in to it. His plan had been to store Deathscythe with the Sweepers for the indefinite future, as it kept the Gundam constantly moving and, therefore, “hidden” in some fashion.

Hidden until they inevitably need it again, because he isn’t stupid enough to think that war could truly be over forever by any stretch of the word.

Thankfully they’re in this labyrinthine place, lest Duo already be on some stomping fit to leave. Even if he did make it past Quatre he’d have to stay ahead of him winding his way out of there, and frankly the thought alone is tiring. Instead he pinches the bridge of his own nose and wills himself to have a little bit of patience.. already a stretch to say the least.

“If you know it’s a dumb idea I don’t understand why it’s even still on the table.”
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Faithful

[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-11 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
That... that was just a crying shame. Tok couldn't help but feel for the poor... dog-man? Werewolf? She'd have to ask later. She could tell a well-loved piece of machinery when she saw it, and the state this one was in- it made her blood boil. "Sorry, mate. I don't mean t'pry, but I don't mind lending an 'and or three, if you need it."

A moment's cursory examination later, she half-growled, "What'd they do, throw 'er down the stairs? Bugger me..."
last_son_of_dathomir: (deep in thought)

[personal profile] last_son_of_dathomir 2022-10-11 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. It was.

[Maul has no desire to dwell on those old wounds, however, but Linhardt has already moved on.]

I have spent most of my life in space. I am well aware of its dangers.

You need a ship.
transcutation: (Wink)

[personal profile] transcutation 2022-10-11 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"As you've rightly surmised, this seems to have to due with the multiverse business they've been mentioning right? Though honestly, even if it's a coincidence, I'm insulted you'd think so lowly of someone who shares my name and pursuit of beauty!" She flounces a bit and preens before returning to the conversation. "I don't know who these Custodians you're talking about are, but I think we can all put this mistaken identity thing aside if assume you also aren't familiar with the Sky Realm, the Astrals or The War?"
braidedwonder: (go down that road again)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-11 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)

[ immediate red flag. Duo pauses, eyes narrowing slightly as the other man raises the pad and asks him what they need a large one for. Others might offer a jovial explanation, but Duo (as usual) decides to take another route. ]

I like to junk things.

Need lotsa storage space for it away from my friends who like to throw shit away without asking.

[ it isn’t totally a lie, but even Duo Maxwell can’t keep enough junk to equal up to two to four gundams worth of space on a ship.

Bossy as ever, he sticks a hand out insistently for the pad. ]


I know what I need so pass it over uh?
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[personal profile] last_son_of_dathomir 2022-10-11 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. With any luck, we are still close to the front of the pack." Maul intends to be off SUPERBIA as quickly as possible, since it sounds like only one ship will be able to claim Fortuna...whatever Fortuna actually is.

He shrugs, differently. "There was no reason not to help." He says simply. And at this stage of the game, cultivating potential allies is an important task. Ari may very well be one.

"Quite a dangerous place, this machine. Our first hurdle to overcome, I suppose." A test of the Privateers' commitment to the search, and a weeding out of the weak? The deeper parts of the place certainly suggest this has been a place of death, in the past.

Sidious would probably be taking notes.

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[personal profile] fourhope 2022-10-11 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, when. Of course. Because the idea that they could fail isn't even a possibility in his mind. Which is good. That confidence has served them well in the past when they were essentially five fighting against entire armies. Which.... probably isn't too different from now actually. Who knows how many people have signed on to look for this Fortuna.

Only Quatre isn't confident in the when. No, he's dealing with if still. If Fortuna is even real. If they can even find Fortuna. If Fortuna is what it's claimed to be. There are a lot of Ifs and Quatre's still trying to process through them all, work out all the angles. A process that's a lot slower when it's just his own processing power trying to work out all the variables. See, this is why he didn't let himself keep Zero, because it'd become far too easy to rely on the system for analytical help. Would make him lazy.

The crack of static perfectly illustrates the tension in the moment. Quatre's all too aware of it, the invisible weight of it pushing down on his shoulders with invisible hands. This is a test, one that he's determined not to fail. Because of course Wufei's first reaction upon seeing a comrade in arms would be something like this. It's Wufei.

Which means being brutally honest. No need to sugar coat his words here, not with someone who knows all too well how he works.

"I haven't fully." He admits quietly even as he shakes his head. Quatre finally allowing himself to voice what he's currently the most concerned about. The chance of it being abused seems far too great. The saying goes that absolute power corrupts absolutely for a reason. So Quatre's not really sure he wants to do anything with the device currently, aside from ensure that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Which potentially means keeping it out of any hands at all. "What they say it is, what it can really do, and if this Fortuna really exists at all. The very idea of it alone is dangerous. If it does exist, I'm not sure that it should."

Which is probably not going to endear him to a lot of the competition, but that's nothing new.
somuchshipping: (Excited)

THE COMPUTER IS YOUR FRIEND

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-11 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It may take a minute or two, but Hermes eventually hears the talking and jogs closer to inspect where it's coming from. What he sees brings a giggle out of him, tinking his screenface as if to cover up laughter coming from the mouth. To such a small kobold, this seven-foot-tall AI in a shell could seem like a behemoth.

"Yeah, those little things really are adorable, aren't they?"
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[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-11 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Artificial Intelligence?

Do you mean you're a sapient, created person?

I have so many questions I'd love to ask you is that odd last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable but I've only ever seen sapient constructs one other place and they've been kept in dark about their own making so I can't really ask them much if you understand
sleepfan: (Hand on Chin)

[personal profile] sleepfan 2022-10-11 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[This person's past is less interesting than space ships.]

Most of your life? Is that normal where you're from?

What dangers exist other than not being able to breathe or getting lost?


[Surely nothing lived out in the vacuum, so there are no predators, are there? And there's no air, which means no atmosphere, which means no weather. So no severe weather events.]

And banditry, if the population exists for it.

[Banditry might be easier in space, actually.

...

Maybe he should put a weapon on his ship.]
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[personal profile] alchemists 2022-10-11 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
But, it's my idea so it's my responsibility not yours Carol.

[ She understands it's just how Carol is, but still she's not going to get blisters from walking. ]
givemetheworld: (yes yes)

[personal profile] givemetheworld 2022-10-11 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She thought about it for a moment, chin in hand.

"This place is certainly interesting. I've been all over the universe and never encountered anything like it."

It was surely many times more advanced than Planet Earth, at least. A place she was very keen on taking for her own, but that was for another time.

"Once we know exactly what they want with us all, I'd like to do a bit more exploring."
statictunedintoreason: (Default)

! friend computer!

[personal profile] statictunedintoreason 2022-10-11 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well aye! I dunno what they're even for and I know I want a dozen in my workshop-" She turned, looked up, and found herself staring at an unmistakably constructed being. Orange eyes widened, pupils dilating not unlike a cat's, and she couldn't quite help herself as she circled around for a better look.

"Ain't you champion," she breathed. "Where'd you come from- an' speakin'! That's not a Magic Mouth spell or somethin' is it, you're actually talking? What's your name- or whatever you'd like t'be called- I'm Tok, me, d'you live 'ere or are you from somewhere else-"
miraclekiller: (hmm)

[personal profile] miraclekiller 2022-10-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"There have been many wars, and I suppose the Custodians did come from the stars, but the Sky Realm is completely new to me." Carol is deep in thought, and ultimately comes to the only real conclusion, that the histories of their worlds are completely different.

"So what it means is that I must never allow the two of you to meet." The Cagliostro Singularity could destroy the world.
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[personal profile] transcutation 2022-10-11 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see, I see, afraid of what our two genius level intellects could get up to together, hm? A reasonable fear for the small minded," she says with a nod, already making assumptions that if they were similar enough to be mistaken, then the other Cagliostro must be quite the item as well. "And? It seems you're no stranger to alchemy either."

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