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technogalen (technogalen) wrote in silverage,

Galen chuckled and made a quick motion with one hand, as if throwing something small away. "You've got a ship that's bigger on the inside. How did you manage that without using a Vorlon modification of Shadow hyper-dimensional technology? At least mine looks like a starship and not a police box. I had a chance to take a good look at your energy signature when you were in the medical bay. Once you filter out the residual temporal energy, I would venture to guess you are not from this universe. Then again, neither am I, according to my scans."

He paused to take a sip from his coffee that was sitting on the small table next to him. "In my universe, there are races out there that I could contact. Here, there is nothing on the hypercom. It functions, but receives nothing. I doubt anything you might know either is out there. I haven't had the power to lift to orbit; for all I know, the sky is just a painted backdrop."

"All in all, I find it a... most unsatisfactory situation. While this place is amusing, I have things to do, places to be. We seem to have the current monopoly on advanced technology, although Stark Industries might be someplace to explore in light of possible collaboration. Once you're settled in, and located all of the women in your life that seem to be following you around, I think a meeting of the minds about breaking out of this prison might be in order."

He grinned. "I don't doubt you could figure out most of my tech, I could probably do the same with yours. The rules about tampering with primitive cultures when out the door when we got sucked into this place."

"Then perhaps you could clue me in on your secrets with the female species?"