i was tired of january; i was tired of june
[Exactly who thought it was a good idea to leave the Typhon unsupervised is anyone's guess.
Then again, exactly whose idea it was to frontload the experimental hybrid's personality with deeply curious Morgan Yu is... No, that was Alex, actually. Probably not the best decision he's ever made.
The point is: There is currently one very curious Typhon with a mostly-human cognition and Morgan Yu's face running unchecked somewhere deep in a TranStar facility. And the curiosity in question isn't by any measure childlike - it's focused, intent. It's the curiosity of someone who would have mouthed "really?" at Alex's back after the whole 'bridge between our species' spiel if he'd had a mouth at the time.
Therefore, as soon as he could get out from under watchful eyes, he went after answers in the only way that was ever effective in the simulation (which, to be fair, is about all of the world he really knows).
Doors labeled "Morgan Yu" are always a good place to start, right?]
Then again, exactly whose idea it was to frontload the experimental hybrid's personality with deeply curious Morgan Yu is... No, that was Alex, actually. Probably not the best decision he's ever made.
The point is: There is currently one very curious Typhon with a mostly-human cognition and Morgan Yu's face running unchecked somewhere deep in a TranStar facility. And the curiosity in question isn't by any measure childlike - it's focused, intent. It's the curiosity of someone who would have mouthed "really?" at Alex's back after the whole 'bridge between our species' spiel if he'd had a mouth at the time.
Therefore, as soon as he could get out from under watchful eyes, he went after answers in the only way that was ever effective in the simulation (which, to be fair, is about all of the world he really knows).
Doors labeled "Morgan Yu" are always a good place to start, right?]
nono it's fine I then got this tag and forgot about it for TWO WEEKS until I inbox cleaned today
But then it's like, oh, apparently that's how they're going to do this. He draws himself up, so that they're perfectly level, identical as they ought to be - ]
Don't yell at me. I didn't ask to be born.
[Except, maybe, unless, for the bits of the space between the stars behind the Typhon Morgan's gaze.
This wasn't his doing. The whole delusions of grandeur bridge between the species thing wasn't his idea. He's - ]
I'm just another labrat looking for answers.
[If he learned anything from the sim, about Morgan, the real Morgan in front of him, it's that that's all either of them ever were.]
two weeks you say... >>;
His answer shouldn't be to laugh, but it is. It's the laughter of a hopeless fool, someone who should have given up a long fucking time ago, because this is stupid and he's stupid and of all the ways his life could escalate to a grander lever of absurdity, it's this.
And of course Alex is to blame. ]
So, what, you're here to replace me? [ He doesn't think that's it, that doesn't fit Alex's agenda. ] Now he's got copies he can fuck around with, too, jesus. How-- how long have you been here, do you even know?
[ How fucking long has this been going on behind his back, more like. ]