[ Qubit notices Carlisle awkwardly fiddling with his clothes, and that makes him start to feel awkward, too. Was it something he said? Or - no, no, it's just Carlisle's usual discomfort with technology, of course. Nothing else going on here!! ]
[ He clears his throat - ] Right, of course. We'll, uh, start with a quick overview. [ - and, quickly technomancing up something like a presentation remote, presses "play." ]
[ The first few seconds play back at actual speed. Carlisle's digital doppelganger arranges his effects, says his prayer, though without audio you can only tell he's speaking by the subtle shifting of his mask. Then he activates his knockout tea and crumples to the ground, insensible. Dead to the world, to coin a phrase.
From here, it'll be new information for him. Qubit offers some commentary for this part, pointing out the boundary of the "kill zone" once or twice. ]
There's the initial burst. You can see, almost twenty-five percent of the total area went just in these first six seconds... after which there's a sharp dropoff. From that point, this zone expanded more or less logarithmically. That is, the rate gradually decreased over time, approaching zero...
[ And indeed, the circle's spread has slowed to a crawl - still perceptible, but only just. With the initial excitement over, the scene becomes one of eerie stillness, so much that it could almost be a static image. Qubit, having seen this once already, decides he'd also prefer to be past it. ]
... Let's speed this along, why don't we.
[ He clicks the remote again, and the recording accelerates into timelapse, condensing the full three days of footage down to roughly three minutes. Qubit rests a hand on his chin as he watches, keeping quiet except to point out the reindire when it wanders into the scene. Other than that, not much happens; the circle grows, the lights dim and brighten, and Carlisle does not move. The recording ends with about a ten-second flurry of activity - Carlisle jolts and stands, Qubit enters the frame, they leave together, a second later the reindire follows them.
Aaaand that's it. The recording stops, leaving them with a still image of the aftermath: a near-perfect circle of blackened foliage close to a hundred feet across, plus a distinct biological stain where the reindire lay. Qubit waits a moment, pondering, before turning his head to gauge Carlisle's reaction. ]
Thoughts? [ He has a few of his own, naturally, but... ]
no subject
[ Qubit notices Carlisle awkwardly fiddling with his clothes, and that makes him start to feel awkward, too. Was it something he said? Or - no, no, it's just Carlisle's usual discomfort with technology, of course. Nothing else going on here!! ]
[ He clears his throat - ] Right, of course. We'll, uh, start with a quick overview. [ - and, quickly technomancing up something like a presentation remote, presses "play." ]
[ The first few seconds play back at actual speed. Carlisle's digital doppelganger arranges his effects, says his prayer, though without audio you can only tell he's speaking by the subtle shifting of his mask. Then he activates his knockout tea and crumples to the ground, insensible. Dead to the world, to coin a phrase.
From here, it'll be new information for him. Qubit offers some commentary for this part, pointing out the boundary of the "kill zone" once or twice. ]
There's the initial burst. You can see, almost twenty-five percent of the total area went just in these first six seconds... after which there's a sharp dropoff. From that point, this zone expanded more or less logarithmically. That is, the rate gradually decreased over time, approaching zero...
[ And indeed, the circle's spread has slowed to a crawl - still perceptible, but only just. With the initial excitement over, the scene becomes one of eerie stillness, so much that it could almost be a static image. Qubit, having seen this once already, decides he'd also prefer to be past it. ]
... Let's speed this along, why don't we.
[ He clicks the remote again, and the recording accelerates into timelapse, condensing the full three days of footage down to roughly three minutes. Qubit rests a hand on his chin as he watches, keeping quiet except to point out the reindire when it wanders into the scene. Other than that, not much happens; the circle grows, the lights dim and brighten, and Carlisle does not move. The recording ends with about a ten-second flurry of activity - Carlisle jolts and stands, Qubit enters the frame, they leave together, a second later the reindire follows them.
Aaaand that's it. The recording stops, leaving them with a still image of the aftermath: a near-perfect circle of blackened foliage close to a hundred feet across, plus a distinct biological stain where the reindire lay. Qubit waits a moment, pondering, before turning his head to gauge Carlisle's reaction. ]
Thoughts? [ He has a few of his own, naturally, but... ]