She began feeling around my mask for a seam, buckle or zipper, searching.
So, uh, how did you attach this, Taylor?
She talked as she grabbed the part of my mask that bordered my scalp and tried to peel my mask down towards my chin. “So you can see why I find it very interesting that you still have the ability to control bugs, even when your Gemma is out of order.”
Makes sense. Gotta find that subconscious controller.
She gave up on pulling my mask down. The armor panels made it too difficult, and the fabric wouldn’t tear. She snapped her fingers, and one of her mechanical spiders stepped close. She removed one of the tools at the tip of the spider’s leg – a small mechanical circular saw.
“…getting this mask off is clearly not a job for human hands alone.”
It buzzed like a dentist’s drill as she turned it on. She began taking my mask apart, thread by thread.
Time for a face reveal, it seems. And quite likely a brain reveal, if Taylor’s unlucky.
“I’m ten times as excited to take your brain apart, now! You might give me a clue about the passenger.
I guess that’s her nickname for the part responsible for the subconscious or instinctive use of powers?
See, I think it’s something that’s hooked into your brain. It was alive up until your powers kicked in, it helped form the Corona, then it broke down.
Ohh, interesting. She seems to be suggesting that the Dandelions left something behind.
I’ve seen it at work when I’ve provoked and recorded trigger events, seen it die after. But I’m pretty sure some kind of trace is still there, linked in, cooperating with us and tapping into all those outside forces you and I can’t even comprehend, to make our power work.”
Sounds about right, honestly.
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