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[USEC_OFFICER]

((Given 600 years between Mio's timeline and Alanis's, I'd be surprised if her phone could even connect to the internet. I doubt that they'd keep the same protocols for connections and wifi after six centuries after all. Especially with the whole 'Vertex Apocalypse' thing they have going on.))

[TheBiggerFish]

((There's no reason there wouldn't be IPv4 or IPv6, given that that the only reason they need changing out is because there's too much stuff trying to exist.
And, it's already established that this is just something screwy with reality.))

[USEC_OFFICER]

((That wouldn't stop me from complaining about it though.))

[TheBiggerFish]

((No, it didn't.  But seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if a space this small only used IPv4 for its DNS needs.))

[USEC_OFFICER]

((A couple other layers of internet protocols exist however. Those might have been changed since then too.)

At least we can be reasonably certain that Alanis can't pick up a satellite connection. :v)

[kj1225]

"I-- what?"

"You still smell nice."

[TheBiggerFish]

"I-- what?"

"You still smell nice."

Alanis shoots a pointed glance at Mio as Ian says this.

[Adragis]

"Is there any... um, m-mutagenic disease?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Of course! It is entirely possible for diseases to cause mutations. Bacteria can excrete chemicals that damage DNA and interfere with transcription, and viruses are quite famous for their methods of disrupting cellular functions! Why do you ask? Are you worried that you would have one?"

[Adragis]

"M-maybe..."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Well? What reasons do you have for thinking that you have such a disease? Tell me!"

[Adragis]

Sandra's tentacles wriggle. "Um..."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Motya grins, "Yes? What are they? Speak already! I am interested in your thoughts!"

[Adragis]

"They, I. Uh. I h-have to take this, o-otherwise, umm..."
She produces a vial of black liquid.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Motya peers closely at the black liquid with their sensory cluster, absentmindedly stroking Sandra's tentacles with a manipulating limb. "Yes? What it is?"