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When that Australian broke the world ( A HWFWM fanfic)
Duocentissima sexagessima nona luna accipitris

Duocentissima sexagessima nona luna accipitris

The tricorder lacks an ordinary GUI. In fact it may not have an operating system as we know it. The best idea to get it to do new stuff is to not know what you want. If you know what you want it goes directly to that function. If you have no idea what it can do for you, that’ll be an issue. It does have a help function, but the quality of the translations is abyssimal.

Probing Thomas has shown me which of his essences have bonded to which attribute. In his case this has worth, as some of his attributes are unbounded. But I want that for myself. Thomas and Ulrike have given us privacy for the probing. Both were snickering at their explanation. I still love them. I better use the time.

Power Gun Iron 0 Speed Battlefield Iron 0 Spirit Dimension Iron 0 Recovery Vast Iron 0

This is interesting. But where do the names come from? If I am to go by some translations, I am not ready to put all that much trust into them. But can I get something about the essences themselves?

Gun: [Tools of the Magister] Special ability [Joy of sustained Fire] Blood Special attack [This is my Gun] Myriad Special attack/conjuration (unused) (unused) Vast: [Giant Form of the Ancestors] Special ability [Immortality] Tree Special Ability (unused) (unused) (unused) Dimension: [Teleport] Special Ability [Dance by my Will] Dance Aura Power

[Eternal Moment]

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Reach Special Ability

(unused)

(unused)

Battlefield:

[Equip the Army]

Special Ability

[Robotic Servant of War]

Magotech Special Attack/Conjuration

(unused)

(unused)

(unused)

Bingo.

What is that commotion?

I have stepped into bedlam. Our doctor and his assistant have donned gas masks and are kneeling around Thomas, who is on the ground, using both ends of his digestive tract simultaneously. That is clearly visible, because they have cut away his clothing. The doctor’s assistant is holding a bottle of saline in one hand while using the other in a futile attempt to assist with getting and IV into the writhing Thomas. A bewildered soldier also wearing a gas mask is holding a mask and a bottle of medical oxygen. The doctor is shouting for his bag with the emergency trauma medication.

This is bound to be related to the ritual. I had instructed him on how to treat the confluence. This does look a lot like my episode with radiation sickness. Is he relapsing? Or is this a misunderstanding?

„The airways are free“, the assistant confirms. „This is no seizure. Though it may be neurological in origin.“. He turns to me. „Does this man have a history of neurological disorders?“. I need to make a decision.

P: This looks like a rare ritualistic mishap. No medication if you can help it. Keep his airways free and get blood presure and an ECG.

„The patient is undergoing an unusual glandular response.“, the assistant states.

I must forgive him. He is wearing a gas mask.

Thomas gets a moment to speak. Going by the pools he is located in, his digestive tract should have been empty long ago.

T: I feel weak, but I can breathe well.

He should not have spoken. Where does all that stuff come from?

His bloodpressure is elevated and his heart rate is very slow for a man in his condition. The doctor looks at the ECG and shakes his head. „Utterly normal strain response.“

It takes another ten minutes.

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After incidents with beetles and giant toads releasing poison gas, some convoys include a decontamination vehicle of the chemical warfare troops. Thomas is lucky. He has been throroughly hosed down and doused in disinfectant twice.

The doctor has isolated him in his own tent and is doing something with blood he has drawn under considerable difficulty.

I have to shout at the isolated patient from a considerable distance. We surely have people listening in on us.

P: I thought it was radiation sickness. Some kind of relapse. I suffered a similar relapse but much earlier.

T: I am too tired to find my battle axe. Let’s continue tomorrow.