I scratch my head, scribbling away in my office on a desk, projecting the drawing board onto the reactor door. "What do you think, Lasal?" He sighs through the intercom, "I'm not an engineer." I smile at the intricate blueprint. Computers are perfect for blueprinting. "With this, we can move you safely." A monstrous voice comes through, "So you can poison me further with that Iodine!?" "Potassium Iodide- And it's so you don't kill us in this crazy state of yours. It will probably use water, will require further testing. Counting on you." He growls, "Hell no! Fu-" He pauses, "Yeah, I'm up for it." "Alright, bye for now."

I drag and drop the file, "Build-Radioactive chamber... and send." A mail drops in immediately, "What should we put on the backburner?" Hmmm. "Have a free engineer team work on it, whenever free." Another mail- "Yes, Chief Engineer." I lean back in my chair, suddenly the Irish Brand Whiskey Bottle catches my eye. I swipe it with a smile. Another mail? I twist off the cap and open it, "Kaylin here." I grumble and set the bottle down, "I was hoping to request some things due to the dire state of the galaxy." I rub my chin, "Taking a break from that- Not possible- Wait a minute!" I stare at a blank wall and point to the blueprint in my memory. I lower my finger and inspiration takes hold. I smirk and twist the whiskey's cap shut. "Later, beautiful taste of home-" I open up a file and roll up my sleeves. "Future's calling."

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