"—Okay, one, right here, right here is a good place to do that," says Tony, "two, do you also have a hundred fifty years of technological advances, because if so I want like all of them."

"Uh, yes, there have been advances in more things than medicine, and I have some notes on those too, but medicine seems least straightforwardly abuseable. I will want a bit with the internet connection before I hand over too much of that."

"Sure. Jarvis, get fancy," he says, waving a hand vaguely at the ceiling.

"But of course," says the ceiling. "Would you like to browse the internet using a holographic interface, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Well, what I'd really like is to use my normal computer setup from home. I can duplicate it but I bet it can't talk to your internet. I can make intermediate steps as far as each device's backwards compatibility extends, though. Erm, can't help but ask, are you planning to spy on my web browsing activities?"

"I don't believe 'spy' is the appropriate word if I am acting openly as your intermediary," he says. "But of course if you use your own device I can choose not to observe beyond routine virus scans of incoming data. Perhaps you would like to discuss compatibility with Tony."

"Yeah, hit me, you would not believe the things I know about data formats," he says.

"Okay, back up, 'choose not to observe' is not a phrase I like to associate with whether my computer use is in a position to be monitored, let alone when it is literally going through a person. I'd tentatively bet on my futuristic encryption, but I probably cannot communicate with 2007 websites in my futuristic encryption schema, so however safe my personal files are this doesn't give me, like, proper end-user control. I will look up Colony Collapse Disorder on Wikipedia with people looking or able-to-look if you'd take it very much amiss did I seek a public library instead, I put up with worse crap from summoners all the time, but you see why this might not be the best thing to say, 'I want to check out how things are before I hand over a century and a half of tech', 'how about you check Wikipedia through My Friend The Artificial Intelligence Of Unspecified Wikipedia Editing Speed'."

"You're gonna have trouble finding a public library to use the internet from because it is three in the morning," says Tony, waving his ball of cloud-fluff around expressively. "Maybe more like three-thirty by now. Your options are gimme a cup of coffee and some format specs and I'll have your future computer hooked up to the Internet just fine in like a couple hours, or take a guest room and hit Sunnydale Public Library in the morning, and their machines are ancient even by my standards. I mean, or just ask Jarvis to look things up for you. I'm not gonna tell you which one to pick, but if I was the one picking it'd be kind of obvious, and it's slightly too three in the morning for me to go over everything I say and make sure it doesn't sound weird if you assume I'm secretly evil? Jarvis is like my best friend and the most convenient looking things up on the internet buddy ever, and if he snooped on all the Internet traffic in this house I would watch way less porn, let me tell you."

Adana giggles, a little. "That last part was maybe more than we needed to know. But uh - I would like to go with the public library rather than bothering both of you at three in the morning. Er." She glances at Cam. "If you go public library route, do you want help with your wings?"

"I was thinking either snazzy trenchcoat or borrow this guy's bathroom and saw them off, you don't look like you want to be that close to me, frankly." He makes Tony a mug and coffee in it - "Lemme know if you want cream or sugar in that."

"To be clear, does this coffee mean you want option one? Because if you're just gonna get it all from Jarvis or use the library, I'm going back to bed," he says. "But I will totally take the coffee and bury myself in circuit diagrams if you want future computers hooked up to the not at all future internet."

Quietly, Adana clarifies, "I can tolerate being near you, I'm - working on my apparent racism. It's really not very fair of me to judge you by that other - ... person. I will go with person. So if it's just turning your wings to fluff I don't mind."

"...Okay, now I'm distracted, a hacksaw? Is there some way that is less gross than it sounds?"

"I was volunteering because I imagine sawing off your own wings is painful. I would just turn them into fluff and you wouldn't feel a thing. I'm not going to make you suffer because I am mildly uncomfortable due to unfortunate circumstances."

"Okay, my question about grossness is answered," says Tony. "Ew. No but going back to the computers, are you seriously going to backchain the whole hundred and fifty years of different standards talking to each other? Because like, speaking of deep revulsion, wow. And what if it doesn't hook up on this end because our worlds are a tiny bit different? Like, the reason I'm offering is because I think it would be fun and I've done something like it once already. If you desperately want to drape a century and a half of technology across my basement floor, I guess I won't stop you, but man. It just sounds so ugly."

"Well, when one is a hundred and seventy-two one gets used to thoughtful upgrades, I think I could do it in five or six steps, and it also doesn't require me to unencrypt anything but the last input step for not sure about giving you lots of futuristic tech reasons - although the fact that you have AI and we don't may mean I shouldn't worry about that in the software department specifically..."

"I am already ahead of most of my world in both software and hardware by, like, a lot," he says. "Like a lot. I don't want your futuristic tech for weird nefarious reasons I can't even actually think of right now, I want it because I bet it'll be fun to take apart and if it's ahead of me anywhere I can make even cooler stuff once I figure out how it all works."

"Well, what sorts of things do you do with the cool stuff you have? Aside from the AI, that one's obvious."

"I don't really do things with it. Most of my stuff right now isn't even technically my stuff, anyway, it's the company's stuff," he gestures with his fluffball, "Stark Industries, weapons manufacturing. But that's just the family business, it's not what I personally aspire to do with my life, I don't know what I personally aspire to do with my life, I'm seventeen. I wanna get an engineering degree at MIT and then spend the rest of my life making cool shit into cooler shit, I wanna get cold fusion off the ground as a viable energy source, I wanna take all my dad's old plans for flying cars and God knows what and build all the shit he never got to finish."

"Well, I am definitely supportive of cold fusion and new sources for viable energy. It's just I can see why he is concerned about handing over huge technological advances. They are potential world-changers and need to be used carefully." Pause. "Also, do you want a hug?"

"...Maybe yes?" he says. He puts down the fluffball and the still-untouched coffee.

"All right." Adana is missing her wings to make this a proper hug, but that's okay. She reaches hugging distance, then holds out her arms for an offered hug.