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Nov 17, 2019 6:35 PM
mad scientists make friends
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The construct has approached to lurk behind them, watching passers-by.

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Well she's hardly going to be rude enough to ask. Maybe her parents took her as a kid.

"--that's really cool. Are you presenting?"

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She nods.

"Revitalization techniques for avascular tissues."

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"I'd say I'd come but I barely know what avascular means."

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"Lenses, corneas, cartilage – Teddy used to have to wear reading glasses. I'm working on a scalable version of the process I used for him but it's hard to find enough intact ocular tissue."

She flips through her notebook, searching for something.

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"Right, no blood vessels -- don't they do cornea transplants anyway? Is it just that you don't have access to donor organs?"

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“The transplant process is different for constructs — and corneal degradation is still a problem, if you don’t treat them properly, which is more difficult without blood vessels to work with. I don’t get any organs that are viable options for human transplant, so...”

She opens onto a page, a cross-section of an eye surrounded by neat notes and formulae in tiny, closely-spaced handwriting.

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-- ooh, formulae. She puts down her book to lean closer.

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She flips a few pages further, to neatly ruled pages of tables, each column naming a different method and each row giving a specimen number.

“It was hard to cut up so many good parts.”

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"What else do you use them for? Besides him?"

She gives the construct an acknowledging half-wave.

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“Commissions, mostly. And my own projects. ...And research.”

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"It looks like interesting research."

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“...what’s your field?”

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"--math. But I'm not -- uh, I just finished college, I'm not actually a researcher or anything. I just thought it would be nice to come."

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“...but you’re mad,” she confirms.

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Camilla makes a face. (How many years did she spend saying I'm not a mad mathematician, I'm just a mathematician?)

"I guess."

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She looks away.

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"--I don't -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way."

She has the absurd urge to say it's okay, my best friend is mad.

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"It's okay."

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"I was trying to make it in regular academia. I figured, it's math, a proof's a proof whether you're mad or not, right?"

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...she nods.

"People don't see it that way."

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"Yeah, well. People are dumb."

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"Most of them," she agrees.

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"--oh, I'm Camilla, by the way -- I don't think I caught your name?"

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