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One of her hands has shifted into a vague, ill-defined lump of flesh that's barely clinging to her bones. Lucy briefly glances at it, and with a bit of effort, it returns back to a regular (if gooey) human hand.
Is she <span class="mu-b">gaining control</span> over her condition?
You suppose that's another way to 'heal' it. Maybe this is the best your sandwiches can do for her for the time being.
>LUCY's condition has changed slightly. You'll learn more as you work with her
That cat, on the other hand, has a far less interesting reaction to the sandwich. The world's loudest snore booms from EL FELINO's cage. It's more like an engine roaring than anything.
Anthony carefully opens the cage, and Lucy moves in to take the cat on. You quickly check up on the cat to see what's up with it.
The gash on its side has partially healed and is now covered with a gnarled and twisted scab. The cat still isn't breathing, but when you touch it, its body is no longer cold to the touch. It's more lukewarm than anything now.
"A-awww. H-he's cute like t-this." Lucy gently rocks the cat in her arms. The cat is more than content to snooze away in her arms. Greedy little bastard.
>OUT OF WINE SOAKED SANDWICHES.
It is interesting data at least. Whatever condition or anomalous property this cat has, it's far less severe than Lucy's condition. The cat is quietly put back into its cage so it can ideally rest for the rest of the shift. You don't want this thing being a fucking nuisance.
"So. About that FET bud of yours, Vince?" "Yeah, yeah, we'll go talk to him."
At least you're going to knock out two birds with one stone here. You rummage through your satchel for your M.A.D WORLD glasses. Your coworkers stare at the glasses you pulled out, clearly wondering why you have these and why you're pulling them out now.
Lucy's the first to notice something's different about them. "T-the e-energy around th-those...is that a? y-you know?"
"Mmh hmm. You know 199X back there?" You jab at the dented airlock. "We tried to look up some info about it, but it was doing its damn best to make that difficult for me."
"Antimemetic?" Anthony asks.
"Uhm." You're still not sure what that means. You think it means something you can't remember? "Maybe? Anything we tried to look up, it blocked somehow."
"These glasses might help." "C-can I see them real quick?"
"Eh? Sure." You toss Lucy the glasses while you make your way to the computer. You push the power button, and you wait for the PC to boot up while it coughs its metaphorical lungs out.
You have to admit, Lucy looks like a dork with those things on. She's glancing around the lab with a pensive expression, as if she's not sure what's she's looking at. "L-Lotta moths. They're sleeping, I think? Can b-bugs sleep?"
You and Anthony both give her a weird look. You calmly take the glasses from her. "Yeah, those moths DO exist, I think."
"I-I try to ignore them. I have bills to pay and all that." You halfheartedly mutter.
