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technogalen (technogalen) wrote in silverage,

"I'm a member of the Circle." Galen called up a small globe of energy in his hand and tuned it to display the Tardis where it sat in his cargo bay. "Humans call us Technomages. Born human, or other races, and modified, enhanced. Matter, energy, matter to energy, energy to matter. We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons, and invocations of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things: the 14 words to make someone fall in love with you forever, seven words to make them go without pain, how to say good-bye to a friend who is dying, how to be poor, how to be rich, how to rediscover dreams when the world has stolen them from you." He banished the small image from his hand. "I can attach my mind to to most advanced technology, learn it from the inside, make it a part of myself."

He sat back in his chair and took another drink of coffee. "There were elder races in my universe. We were built to fight them on their own terms. We won." Well, sort of won. The Shadow and Vorlon left, didn't they? "Aren't your people just another elder race with their own set of tricks?"

"A pocket universe with walls close by? I need a sort of a jump start for my main engines before I can draw power from the fabric of this universe and see about making a hole. Only a few thousand terrawatts, many times the total global output of this time. I gather you're in a bit of a bother as far as power for your ship as well?"