>>6093249The mask comes off with relative ease, and the pink man underneath is bothered by sweat and cushions pressed into his face. “How ya doin’?”
You step out of the elevator and give him a once over. It’s a bulky baggy jump suit, seemingly made from a form of recycled rubber. Some contraption on the back sags a bit and sloshes around as he turns to keep an eye on oyu. “Oh, Fahy! What’s that you got now?”
He gives a small grin, though it seems cheeky at first it becomes plain that it’s full of relief. “It’s a <span class="mu-i">reeeally</span> early prototype, I’m seeing if it’s worth going forward with a test run. You know that other one, the one that kinda eats you alive? This is a whole different approach. It’s got a reservoir it burns through instead of eating you up. ‘Til it does that though, kinda looks like a fat suit. It does also take away some things from you, but it changes it before giving it back. Apparently one of them is melatonin. I’ve been awake for… twenty hours? Miss Jousten’s been wearing the other one just about every waking moment, don’t understand how she does it. She just really wants to test these as much as she can...”
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>Get straight to business; you got a mission, and you need help. >Every other overpopulation organization doesn’t go to the lengths Jousten does to make these sorts of innovations. Why’s she so interested in them?>I don’t like the whole… eating engine. I’d rather not be wearing one. Can’t there be some other method of powering she’s looking into?>… Anything else that might break out I need to be worried about? 