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001 - Holo: Arrival - Another Ordinary Day

“-why don’t they teach what really happened, because that was far more interesting.” As soon as the little girl registered the change in her environment... she quickly clutched at her ears and shut her eyes. It might not be for most people, but to this little girl the room was very very loud. Louder than anything at home ever was, it was all vibrating and it was very distracting. It was worse than the Veritas ship, plus there she had the lovely distraction of terror.

It took more than a few moments for her to finally speak again, “Sarah Jane? Mr. Smith...” After a brief flash of worry over her features she seemed to relax. Growing more used to the vibrations in her mind from all the energy flowing around the city. It was more abrasive than Earth’s electricity, but it wasn’t too bad after a few moments. She did seem to be handling the abduction remarkably well for someone so small.

As she crouches down at the edge of the pedestal she hops down to the ground ignoring all the steps like you would expect from a child without a parent to suggest that might be dangerous. Plus, the abduction overrides any other dangers at hand. “Is anyone there? I would like to go home. Sarah Jane was explaining several events in Earth’s history that were wrong. I was having fun with those stories, and there are much better ways to get her attention.”

After all, to Sky aliens showing up was an interesting distraction after having tea. If she freaked out every time she saw someone that wasn’t human it would be very hard to look in the mirror. She was still looking around the room when her expression grew troubled, and her eyes instantly fell to the item on her wrist. She didn’t reach for it, or try to remove it, she could feel how it was connected to her. “Sarah Jane will be very upset if this isn’t removable, I’m not allowed to have piercings yet. I’m not sure why, because some are very pretty, but I’m not.”

Sky quickly realized she was slipping away from the point and moved over to the other thing in the room that she could feel that wasn’t the room itself. Picking up the tablet and having no issue with it. She is, after all, exceptionally clever. Studying it for a little longer than five minutes, with no sign of realizing she’s still broadcasting... until she looks straight forward, so maybe she did notice. “Whoever is listening to this broadcast, what’s a paranoia? I don’t think I have one with me.”

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"I'm not Kiddo! I'm Sky," She did not understand why people gave her names other than the very pretty one Sarah Jane gave her when she was a baby. "And... not exactly. I have a map, and I've gotten out of that strange room. But I'm not sure where I'm going. It's too noisy here."

Sky fiddled with the device, scaled form working on... something. Before the hologram was replaced with a curious set of eyes far too close to the video, delighted at the success. "While the hologram is impressive, this is better."

However the look of success was quickly returned to confusion, "I thought Taxon was a city, not a state." Sky did know there were city-states, but she would figure that might have come up already when she asked about what Taxon is. He seems delightful, but did he have to add complication?

Oh that got a chuckle from the man, tapping his pencil lightly against the desk before him. "The other one I call Kiddo is named Sky too. Well Skysong, though I just call her Kitten or Kiddo," he admitted. "But Sky it is," he offered, settling back in his chair.

"There are areas further out from the Sanctuary that are less urban. Might find them a bit more quiet," he said, assuming she was speaking of the sounds of the city that he himself tended to find comforting.

"A lot of technology here is pretty impressive. Wait until you go to a hatch to get it to make you something. Clothes to your ideas, while you wait," he said, smirking at that, having finally given in to them to get some of the suits he had a preference for.

"It is a city. Sorry, turn of phrase," he said, frowning a bit. "Like a state of mind. Paranoia tends to run pretty high here, if we're honest about it. After all, technically we're all victims of a kidnapping without any details."

"Thank you," it seemed entirely improper for him to give her a nickname. Clyde explained that was an aspect of friendship, at least with him. Either he made friends very quickly or it was just weird. "Do you have a name?" Sky's manner was casual, very incongruous with the situation she was in. Other than confusion, she wasn't very reactive to much of anything.

"I don't think that will help, and I like urban areas. Trees are strange," whatever reasoning was on behind the strange girl's expression, it didn't seem she was anywhere near sharing it. She was matter-of-fact, like whatever wasn't said was either obvious or never going to be said. "I'll just look around. The map is directing me somewhere... I'll find it eventually."

From the looks of Sky's face whipping around and then back to the tablet, then around again... she was probably just a bit lost. Or at least unsure of how to define a direction in this city. She didn't seem bothered by it, a slight annoyed look every so often before she moves a bit further around the city, glancing back to the video on her screen when she stopped to talk again. Her eyes grew wide at the description of the hatches, "That sounds really impressive. But correct given the complexity of the transmat system they are using. It would also explain the noise."

"That doesn't make sense," Sky's head tilts ever so slightly to the left as she tries to work sense out of what she just learned. No emotion playing on her features for a moment. Some words and phrases Sky knew when she was born, others are completely foreign to her. Phrases moreso, fortunately she asked about how often phrase turning happened a few months ago. One less thing to bother her, "How does being paranoid actually help matters?"

The question also seems to be earnest, hard to gauge if that makes it better... or worse.

Manners. That was still something that Josef was working on, despite not always being certain why he was concerned about it. It led to forgetting things, such as giving a name, or not thinking about how many wouldn't want to be called something else entirely.

"Josef Kostan," he said, dropping the pen. "Josef is fine," he said with a nod.

He laughed at that proclamation, though there is no heat to it. "Come from the modern generation of video games and television," he asked, arching a brow. It was the first assumption he made when she declared trees as being weird, after all. "Oh if the map is directing you somewhere, it means you likely brought something too large for the welcome room through with you," he offered. "Everyone brings an item from home with them, if it's smaller than a bread box you find it in that room but larger than and you have to find where they put it in the city."

He wondered about the noise and how and why it was bothering her so much but he didn't ask. He had caught on to how invasive his questions sometimes were.

"State of paranoia means a mental state. Not a physical state as part of a country," he said, frowning a bit and curious about the child's education. "As for how it helps, with all they could do to us and the weird things that happen, it doesn't hurt to be mindful and watchful, to expect the worst while hoping for the best."

"It is nice to meet you, even if your name sounds a little creepy," Sky didn't seem bothered by this detail. Or concerned Josef might be bothered by this opinion.

She didn't understand where she told a joke, granted her understanding of how jokes and humor worked was skewed by Clyde's being the only person she knew who told jokes. She could answer his theory, that was easy, "I've lived in the city my whole life." It was true enough to count, but still revealed nothing she was still felt unsure about revealing.

"Why would anyone bring a bread box?" To Sky, that was the most prominent detail. She didn't really know what she could bring with her in the first place. She didn't have much, most things belonged to Sarah Jane, Rani, or Clyde. She'll find out when she gets there, no need to ask or guess what it is, "They must set-up a portable transmat station elsewhere in the city. Very nice of them to bring us things from home."

Given her age Sky was impressively smart, just... only as things applied to the situation, "Wouldn't that inhibit working with others and making friends? If you're in a state of constant distrust, there's no way you could trust anyone else here. Also you're not really a child, how can you be kidnapped?" Sky being kidnapped made sense, but the others here... unless they were here for a very long time. Longer times than Sky could even accurately understand.

"Does it? I've been told other things I do are rather creepy but never my name," he admitted, definitely amused by that concept. Some might be offended but, in the end, Josef knew he was creepy so why take offense at the nature of the beast?

"I admit, I prefer the city myself," he said, nodding at that as if something made sense. "Man didn't fight this hard for civilization to ignore it." He snorted, not the least bit concerned that there were still those that preferred to be far far away from the sound and noise of mankind.

Well, this kid was definitely literal. He was going to have to watch himself on that. "Who knows. Maybe they're sentimental about it. Or maybe they just really liked bread." Of course, in this day and age, he wasn't even sure most knew what a bread box was, after all. "I guess you could call it nice. Or, depending on what they bring for you, creepy. I've heard of everything from cars to brains," he said, cheerfully, having found amusement in how different the items were depending on the person.

"It doesn't seem to be causing much troubles. Maybe for some but the paranoia, at least for me, is about those that brought us here and not those also snatched and brought here. It does seem to be much more that people are leery of the forces, hamster, aliens, whatever, that brought us here because they tend to twist things and play some harsh pranks on others. Glitches. That's what everyone calls them."

For that he didn't smile quite as much, not sure if it was being a smart ass or honestly taking the word that literally. "Kidnapping, despite the breakdown of the word, is not purely and wholly reserved for those that are physically children. No such thing, least not in my word, as adultnapping."

"It does to me, but I've been told my tastes are weird," Clyde pointed out to her that finding gargoyles pretty was wrong, and that most girls didn't get scared by Rapunzel's hair. It was interesting he didn't take this news badly, but it might be he was too confused by Sky to properly react. That was probably it.

She didn't know how humanity fought to create civilization, history was something she didn't have a complete picture of. It was a lot of history for her to learn, and most of what she learned was apparently grossly inaccurate. "Brains? That's a really neat thing to bring with you," Sky wasn't sure what someone would do with a brain, but it had to be useful for something if someone brought it. Sky still didn't bother to think about what she had brought along. Just accepting the information, useful information... mostly.

"Glitches?" Sky tilted her head again, hands falling onto her hips as she considered this bit of information. Trying to work out how these pranks could work, and what mindset everyone was using in this city. She couldn't see the distinction between strangers brought here, and those bringing people, it made sense some of the people here might not be as uninformed as the ones responsible for this place. It was impossible for her to distrust everyone here, she had to trust at least until she has something to base distrust on. "So you trust others here, but not hamsters?"

"...Why not just use the word abducted?" It seemed strange to use a word suggesting one thing, when other words fit just as well. Once again her confusion seemed genuine, and uncolored with other feelings one would expect with 'smart asses.' "Earth has a lot of repetitive words."

"Yeah, I've heard the same over the years. You can call me creepy all you want," he said with a shrug. Was definitely not the worse thing he'd ever been called. Even by children.

Now that wasn't the answer he'd expected. "Yeah well, I don't think it was hers," he said, having dismissed much of it after the witch seemed to stop wanting to take over Taxon. "Likely whatever is blinking is what you brought. You have a home? Favorite store? A pony," he asked. What? Didn't all little girls still want ponies or did that go out decades ago?

"Things that go wrong, usually set up by whatever brought us here. People act different, bad things happen. Kind of an accepted thing, right until it happens. Course, then there is Glitch. Tall, lanky guy with a zipper in his head. Not the same thing," he said, smirking in amusement.

Josef shrugged a bit. "I trust some of them, others I just don't distrust. Couple I don't like but trust is just null with them. Hamsters though, no. They gave out free jet packs and I wasn't trying that. Not ever." He wasn't going to plummet to his death, even if it wouldn't last.

"Because I liked kidnapped," he challenged back, arching a brow. "And you're right, English is one of the worst lang..." Except she hadn't said English. She said Earth.

"Where were you before you came here?"

"What's a Pony?" Which should answer the question of if this little girl likes ponies or not. Most of the kids films in the house were picked for her brother, and Sky was content with more like those. "And I'm not sure what I brought. I'm sure to find out when I get to it. But it probably isn't a brain."

Sky didn't see the distinction between anything he said and home, as that entire list has happened one time or another. Well, not including people with zippers on their head, but Clyde told her about that. "Is he from Raxacoricofallapatorius," the long obviously alien word was filled with small pauses as she tried to perfectly replicate the sounds. It wasn't a word she heard often, and used it even less. "Wait, that wouldn't work, you described him as lanky, they aren't lanky."

Sky lacked context, but it seemed he didn't trust most of the people, he just gauged his lack of trust at different anti-trusted stages. It seemed very sad... but, he was talking to her. That must put her at a very low ranking for not trusted. Which is good. "I didn't know hamsters didn't merit trust." Again her tone lacked any sign of insincerity.

"London, specifically Ealing," Sky answered quickly and without any sign she needed to think of a lie. It was the truth but not exactly honest, "I've lived there my whole life." He didn't ask the right question to get the right answer. Sky found this was the best way to answer questions, directly. It still allowed her to hide what Sarah Jane and the others didn't want her saying. Even if being here meant she couldn't ask them what she should and shouldn't reveal.

That wasn't a question Josef ever thought he would hear, even here. Though he never kept a brain in a jar and apparently the girl didn't think anything odd of that, nor did most about witch possessions and jet packs so it was just something to nod about.

"A pony's a small horse. Usually intended for small kids," she said with a shrug. "When I was growing up, all the ladies I courted were eager to ride. It was one of the things that never seemed to change much over the years, oddly enough."

And that was confirmation because even on his best day that wasn't close to even some of the tiny villages and islands Josef had experienced in his youth. "He might be, lanky or not. I just know he has one, but he's a pretty fair fellow from everything I've seen. A little flighty but if that's the worse thing one is around here, then I know I can definitely deal with that. As for the hamsters, I would trust the ones I knew back home because they're small, devious and bite. The ones here, well, they may not be much different except their bite is in bad pranks and yanking kids from their homes."

Honestly, who did that? Bad enough vampires and sorceresses and cops, oh my. Still he just gave a nod at the answer of London. Sure. And Raxacoriwhatever was just down the road. He was damn well going to bet she wasn't from his Earth, but that didn't mean much after the things he experienced in Taxon.

"Spent quite a bit of time in London myself as a child. Close to where I was born and where I did a lot of business in my youth. Miss it from time to time but not too often." Not with the history he had there, definitely not too much.

She did seem very interested in the explanation of what a Pony was. Something she felt she should have heard about before now but... there were always gaps, no matter how certain you had every base covered. "So... is that a genetic difference, or just a statement about specific horses of slight proportions?" It was a pertinent question, that wasn't covered by his answer.

"I've heard a lot of terms used to describe Raxacoricofallapatorians, 'fair' has never been one," Sky was near certain the person in question was of this species, but still could be using a matter compression suit, the exchange might allow for him to be lanky if his real form is very tall. "I will be on the look out for him, zippers aren't easy to hide. Unless he wears a hat." So she'll also look for people in hats.

Sky took the information about hamsters, and filed it under 'needs more detail' as far as explanations go. It would appear alien 'hamsters' were intelligent and nefarious, as opposed to the ones at home. Which were simplistic and wily. "I'm glad I live in London, it smells so foul and polluted. Isn't it great?"

Sky didn't feel the need to ask about his time in London, but she hoped it felt as alive for him as it did for her. It was real, Sky had this feeling in the back of her mind that where she was before her memories wasn't alive, it was confined and dull. She also didn't seem to notice any concerns Josef had over her story, but her story was true so it shouldn't draw any issues.

"Well, my understanding is..." Okay, he had no clue technically if it was a genetic difference like between them or not. "I admit, I don't know. I know that a pony is under so many hands and a horse is over, but I'm not sure if it is more than selective breeding that makes the difference or not," he admitted, picking up his pen and making a note to find out.

"Oh? So what is it you've heard to describe them," he asked. "I can't speak for them, or even Glitch for that matter. I've talked to him a time or two on the tablet but not in person." He shook his head. "No. He seems not to hide it. He's just a seemingly nice guy trying to help out the new kids here. Kids meaning everyone not just you," he added, catching on to this literal thing.

Again he laughed, remembering how it had smelled when he'd first started with the shipping merchants before working for the government. "It has always had a scent, hasn't it?"

Sky made a small mental note to look up more about ponies, if ponies were a thing little girls liked she should know enough about them to speak of them casually. Genus and biology would be a good first step, yes. She also made a note to figure out what the exact worth of a hand is, it did make sense hands were a unit of measure since feet were. She wondered if her hand was hand sized or not, as her feet were apparently smaller than a foot. English is weird and functionally inefficient... she loved this language.

"Creepy, large, angry, destructive sleazoids that tried to steal the sun's energy. They also have nasty breath," her answer didn't seem to be her own words, but more like she was quoting someone else. It wasn't exactly mechanical, but it required far less remembering than is usual for a human. She smiled and went back to her own tempo of speech as seamlessly as if what she did was normal, "Glitch probably isn't one, if he's helping people and not trying to hunt them and kill them."

"I wouldn't know if it's always had a scent, but everyone acts like its always been like that," Sky considered the scent, most of the city seemed to not like it. She though it was wonderful in how real it was. "I suppose people want it fixed... but they can't come up with a working answer for it. Maybe when I can try to fix petrol exhaust and cars. ...When I'm older, anyway." The last few words seemed out of place, mostly due to her thoughts on 'fixing' cars sounding more like 'what should I do today' compared to any long term goal.

Despite himself, Josef didn't think about how off the things he was saying might be to some. It wasn't something he thought of, using the easy line that most used in this day and age. It was how he'd stayed hidden for so long himself.

He arched a brow at that, shaking his head slowly. "No, I really don't think Glitch is anything like that," he said, just kind of staring at her for a moment. Well, if she was one of them - or from another who the hell knew where - at least she wasn't a hamster. Besides, he translated Party pretty easy, this shouldn't be that hard. "I don't think he's the killing type.

"For as long as I can remember," he said, the words carefully chosen. It really was something he always related to London, if he was honest about it.

"Just how do you plan to fix them," he asked, head canting to one side.

"Probably best, killing is terrible," because, to Sky, that was a thing that needed to be said as often as it comes up. Humanity had a habit of forgetting that as often as they remembered it. However if Glitch wasn't a Raxacoricofallapatorian... why did he have the zipper, what was he?

"I'm not sure, the easiest way would be to rework the engine to not use petrol," Sky mused, words flowing as easily as if the child were speaking of how a kitten is cute. No concern for how what she's talking about might go over anyone's head, "but I suppose the engine doesn't need any internal combustion either, just something to force the pistons apart with the right tempo. I would go with electro magnets but then I might need to work on a power source. It would require a lot of supplies at home. Here it would be easy, most of the power sources here could be made compatable to the job, and are small enough to function in a automobile. ...I think, its still too loud to be sure. Plus I don't have anything to work on here." Not that she would have anything at home, Sky's not allowed to touch the car at home.

"Killing is terrible when it is without justifiable and judicial cause,' he said with a shrug, knowing it wasn't exactly the right thing to tell a child but, in truth, he would never want anyone to believe that the life of another wasn't worth protecting themselves or others. Not that it was the only time he had killed but it was one that he could defend.

Josef nodded, curious and not making a big deal about the fact that he was pretty certain she was either a lot older than she looked, or not entirely human. Or both. He couldn't fault either if he was trying to be fair about it.

"The downside, beyond doing it for a single car here or even back home, is that most of the industry doesn't want a method that does run on petrol," he pointed out. "It is a cash cow industry and without being forced to by government mandates, they're not going to let go of something that is needed and a system easily manipulated for the highest profit," he added, having made enough money himself in oil to know the truth of that.

"It's still terrible, just a little more..." Sky didn't have the right word when she started. But she needed a word to finish, "...acceptable." She had been ready, when she was only a few days old, to wipe an entire species from the cosmos to save Earth. It wasn't right, it wasn't good, it was acceptable. She didn't know which side was right, between her mother and the Metalkind, but their war was not Earth's. It was good another answer was found, because she still wasn't sure which side was justifiable there. "And while the word has a very distinct meaning, users have very different ideas of justifiable."

"I've never understood that," Sky said, relieved the topic could move to something simple like world economy and capitalistic business practices. "Petrol isn't a resource we can use to its ends without a plan for that point. It would be much easier to shift now before we run out. Or create a synthetic version of petrol... I wouldn't be very good for that." Sky didn't know how dinosaurs became oil, and she couldn't very well study the process. It took way too long, she'd have to get food eventually.

Sky's understanding of time still needed some work.

"You have to weigh the terribles," he said with an airy tone. "What's worse? What good are you doing? What are you stopping and who are you saving?" Not that he did much of any of those when he felt the need. After enough years, he felt the need to make the call as needed. "Course they do. In the end though, if you can live with yourself and your actions, then it's on your conscience. Most just don't live with it. They keep killing to ignore it, or drink, drugs, what have you."

Yeah, the social constructs of adults and children was not for Josef. He didn't kill them, he didn't let them be killed, and he made killing them a priority kill. That was about the length of his knowledge of dealing with kids.

"They don't care about a plan. Those out for money and material gain know they can't take it with them, so they have no desire or care past when it is useful to them. So they don't care about the lives after theirs, only their comfort and material gain now," he said easily.

"One of them being worse doesn't make the other not terrible," Sky countered. Sky was very certain on her choice, even if it was taken away at the last moment. Saving the Earth was right, even if her method might have been less than desirable. Of course, her expression grew a little pale and distant at the next thing from Jacob's mouth. "...so if you don't have to live with the choice, it's bad?"

People who care only about numbers in a system that only mean anything because someone says they do always confuse Sky, and she doesn't like them. Which given Sky's threshold for dislike generally involves acts of untold evil says a lot. "Then that is all the more reason I should fix it, once a new system is created they have to change! It might take me a really long time, maybe even a whole year."

From her tone and expression a year was something majestic and huge. Some wonderful concept just outside of her scope of understanding. But beyond that her tone and manner cemented how certain she was that fixing the system will change it, not quite understanding how the corporate types would actively sabotage efforts.

He shrugged, not having any problems with the concept and idea. The idea that one did what they must was high on his list of prorities, knowing that he chose what he must do and mustn't do. "Not exactly. If you do it and don't live with them, maybe it is worse. Ignoring your own actions, or the ones you cause, is bad.

A brow arched at that, and he shook his head. Though he chuckled, there was little amusement to it. "There are new systems made. Advances that are made every year. Yet in the end, no one changes because those that rule don't want those changes. So you can create what you want, but there is no guarantee anyone might listen. At least back in the other worlds, who knows about this world. Maybe here they would listen but back where you came from, if it isn't in place, the likelihood that they would allow such a chance is slim to none. Money rules the worlds. Right or wrong." He liked it though. Easiest system to take charge with.

"But I encourage you, Ki... Sky. You've got time here. Try it. Can't hurt anyone."

"Oh." That was her grand response to his clarification, that her choice wouldn't have been 'worse' because she wouldn't be ignoring it in favor of denial. She'd have been dead, but it wasn't something she could have ignored.

"Well money is easy enough to solve. ...Not for me, I'm not very good with programming," She could ask Luke or Mr. Smith to do that, if corrupt people are in power due to money. Naturally computer banking errors can happen the same way Mr. Smith can spread disinformation to the world after an alien encounter. ...But only after she's certain she has a viable alternative. Sadly to Sky nothing about this plan seems immoral to her, as they aren't the nicest people if they don't wish to make Earth better.

"Well, if something were to go wrong a cascading explosion mixed with the energy saturated air here would take the entire city out in about two seconds. But that's a very unlikely scenario," Sky did not seem worried by this, but she wanted to clarify that it could, in fact 'hurt anyone.' Her eyes moved around, studying things either invisible or not actually there, "The energy being used here is surprisingly constant... and can be converted to standard electrical energy..." Sky's eyes kept moving, looking at things in the distance, but she was squinting like it was too bright out. "Huh. I can't see where. Still, very unlikely to explode."

"What you're dismissing," he pointed out, settling back and into the discussion. Her age was of little relevenece to him. He had known many with more than a double handful of lifetimes on her who couldn't hold his attention for more than ten minutes. Anyone he could was more than enough for him to carry on such a conversation with them.

"The problem with believing that money is easy enough to solve is believing that those with the money would want you to solve the problem. Even here they don't seem prepared to allow any to amass beyond what they allow. There's more people out there working to ensure that it never happen. Not to mention, can you imagine the panic and riots that would be caused by the infrastructures that most have been taught hold the world together suddenly crumbled? Right or wrong, it would cause deaths, suicides, murders and more. It would be like setting anarchy on the world."

It was something he had not only considered, but seen a time or two as well.

"Also, who is Mr Smith and what is this about alien encounters," he asked brightly, just working it into the conversation.

"Unlikely is not reassuring and you win no friends to your cause if you risk their lives to prove yourself right. The people are still your masses, the target audience, whether you like them or not." And he couldn't help but asking, blunt as he could be.

"You're not human, are you? Not straight, down to the basics, can't see energy being used human." Neither was Madelyne but she didn't talk like this.

There were a great many things Sky was entirely incapable of understanding. The finer points of Economy was one of them. She didn't understand why people who needed things couldn't have them, and those that had them kept them when they didn't need them.

"So it would be bad to just collapse the bank accounts of corporations preventing the advancement of society?" Sky didn't think about how such things could have fallout, but she supposed it would be much like damage if you remove a critical piece to a machine and expect it to function. Her voice had worry to it, but it was still mostly curious. "I suppose I will need to be a bit more clever to fix this. Maybe when I'm older."

Sky looks a bit nervous at the mention of aliens. Deciding how to best answer this, it wasn't like aliens could be a secret here. Given the being abducted by aliens as a part of the situation. Still, could she just explain about Mr. Smith? Well, Josef was really nice. "Mr. Smith is our computer, we use him to help prevent widespread knowledge of alien activities. Humans... do not handle it very well."

"The probability is in less than one percent I could accidentally cause such an event," Sky, unlike anyone else, could maintain a more constant attention to the impact anything done has on the environment. Making the chances she would miss exciting the energy this city ran on very low. "Also the power generators, power converters, and most of the technology it would be dangerous for us to access isn't accessible. Like the device to transport us, I couldn't even find it in the arrival room."

Sky was beginning to realize that she may have been just a bit too excitable in her talking, and didn't properly hide all the aspects of herself that weren't human. Her eyes dart around the screen in front of her, and after a flicker, it's locked from the rest of the network.

Sky is nothing if not very good at reading quickly. She looks just a bit guilty before she starts speaking again, like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "My mother is human, but... I'm adopted. I'm getting much better at passing for it, usually. People don't realize how many things they just know."

"It could be very bad," he agreed with a nod. He could only imagine the reactions across the world, the people that would be hurt that had nothing to do with those that were taking advantage of others. "You have to realize that those companies are held up by stock holders and those employed by them. Taking them down would topple entire worlds not just the economy of the companies taking things from everyone," he pointed out, frowning slightly. Not that he had let it hold him back but then he did work decently to ensure the companies held, even when he destroyed those that needed to be.

"You're young though and you've got plenty of time. It's kids like you that chance the world." One way or another.

"I see." And he did though now he was really curious about so much. "Just who is we," he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "I can't imagine you working for the government."

He shrugged. "Is that one percent worth it if you killed me? Or the dragon here? Or ended the lives of the unicorns at the zoo," he asked, playing on the things he thought could stop someone from that risk. Another time he wouldn't mind but Kitten and her life was another thing.

"They're very protective of how we get here, and how those that have gotten out did it."

He fell silent, thinking about that, watching her look and that careful wording. "Adopted. Not like your mother either," he said more than asking. "It was some of the wording. I don't sense electricity and I operated on a higher level than most humans."

Sky didn't think he was aware of how young she was, but she nodded. Realizing that changing the world would take something subtler than just removing obstacles directly. It was possible such an event happened when Serf systems went under after they had discovered all the problems in the office. This would take more thought.

"UNIT is aware of us, but since most of what we do is save the planet they leave us alone," Sky didn't know what other aspects of the government were aware of Sarah Jane Smith's hobby. "Sarah Jane, my mother, Clyde, Rani, and Luke, my brother. We help aliens that are lost, and stop aliens that are bad."

"I..." Sky had an answer of how she could be absolutely sure of taking every precaution and how it might help them all get home. But she got distracted by something, "Unicorns are real!?" Sky lit up like a Christmas Tree at the mention of unicorns. The Zoo here must be amazing to have unicorns in it. Clyde and Rani told her unicorns weren't real after Clyde made a joke about them, and drew her one. Yes, the little girl with no idea what a pony is did know about unicorns.

"English has a lot of words... but I suppose I shouldn't have gotten so wrapped up in this place," Sky did forget, sometimes, that without the others what she says can't be covered up. Like the explanation that her age and senses were a problem. She hesitated, then continued, he revealed he wasn't human (exactly) so she could be a bit more forthcoming, "To be completely honest, I'm not from Earth at all. I don't have a real mother, not before Sarah Jane adopted me. The closest thing is Mrs. Myers, she claimed to be my mother 'cause grew me in a lab. But she wasn't exactly nice."

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