Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-11-13 06:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | miguel o'hara, sarah sully |
Who: Sarah and Miguel
Where: Their lab
What: Spider
When: Backdated a little to yesterday (12th)
Rating: ?
He wasn't completely spider. Externally, he looked it. He knew that much. But not internally. He couldn't be. Miguel knew this because of the fact that he was able to think and work out at least some of the various different reasons why it wasn't possible. Not yet, anyhow. He had learned long ago that spider brains were not very complex (or big) and so the fact that he was still capable of querying this and worrying about it actually helped him feel a bit better.
For example, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to breathe if he'd been an actual spider. He couldn't have a book lung or tracheal tubes, because they were far too inefficient for something of his size. There had to be more human-like lungs in his new body, or he'd just asphyxiate. And what about his blood? Yes, it had changed a little after his accident, but was it now completely copper-based? Again, it couldn't be. It would also be far too inefficient for something as big as he was. Then there was the fact that he had an exoskeleton now. But he was too big for it to be capable of supporting his weight, so did he have an internal skeleton as well? Or some sort of support inside? Or was his enhanced strength playing a part in this somehow?
If he'd been able to read anything, he would have been able to work some things out, but it seemed that his multiple eyes had gone the way of actual spiders now. He could tell where the light sources were, he could work out 'up' and 'down', and identify if something was moving near him (well enough to track it pretty accurately), but the details were more than lacking. Computer screens were just bright flickers. At least if something stayed still for long enough, he could see it in more detail. As for his hearing? He hardly knew where his hearing stopped and his sense of touch began. Everything was vibrations now. He'd spent an hour or more standing completely still and utterly fascinated by the low thrum of a power converter for a laptop the day before, until Lyla had realized that she needed to pitch her voice low enough for him to hear it so that she could tell him what he was staring at. Not that he was able to reply to her. He'd lost the ability to talk a couple of days after Darcy's wedding.
At least the data Tony's device was gathering would be useful, he told himself. And Sarah was more than smart enough to be able to work something out, especially if the station decided to be cruel about this and make it last longer than a month or so. Although... how much of him would be left at that point? The door through to Darcy's world wasn't going to last much longer, and each time he came back onto the station, he was that little bit more Spider. The thought of skittering around inside one of the atriums in the spine for the rest of his life, unaware for the most part of what he had been... Ugh, shock. It was unpleasant to say the very least.
Lost in his thoughts as they walked, it took a moment for him to realize that Lyla had been talking to him, her voice pitched even lower than before. He felt it rather than hearing it, but still understood what she was saying. "We're at the lab, Miguel. Can you get down from the ceiling, please?" He stopped walking as he looked towards the brightness that he knew to be his holoagent, and managed a nod, before climbing down the wall to stand on the floor instead. Then the movement of the door caught his attention, so he knew to walk into his lab when it stopped. Time for more samples to be taken.