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Newton-

You are impossible.

And the reason I suggest discretion isn't out of propriety, but rather caution. Just as the Drift has the potential for abuse, so too is our connection exploitable. You should well understand this.

While you may have been granted the abilities of a starfish, you can't contest that such levels of regeneration are humanly impossible. This is what makes them incomprehensible. It is nothing that could be replicated. Although I accept that as imPorts we are now inherently superhuman, perhaps some allowance should be made for our 'powers'. After all, the civilians of this world are supposed to be widely ordinary by comparison.

In regards to the benefits of our neural link, I'm essentially referring to the potential for data transfer. There are entire swaths of information that could be exchanged in such a fashion, more easily than any technology or instructional method we've developed to date.

(b)+(f) Amenable, though I wonder if we'll ever run out of experiments for this.

As far as my hypothetical books go, I should hope I won't be writing most of them. Those I do however, will not be reduced to such a gross oversimplification. However, I will make a concentrated effort to be as concise as possible. It wouldn't do for all my work to go unappreciated by means of a steep learning curve, after all. I must say your ardor is entirely unnecessary, however. I suppose it's petty vengeance, but he will not talk his way out of this one.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

PS. As if we need letters for that. I'm not sure alcohol is wise or foolish in the wake of what we've experienced. Perhaps a rain check on that.

PPS. Marginally better, as you surely know. It's still not a good day, but these letters have helped redirect my focus, so I appreciate them. I anticipate a return to baseline mobility tomorrow, and gradual improvement over the course of the week. You seem to be doing much better.

Edited 2015-09-09 03:00 (UTC)

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb--

Superhumanly impossible?

Point taken. I will do my best to keep our connection relatively private, but as I'm sure you can understand it is difficult sometimes to think in terms of I instead of We. That's probably pretty telling even when we're just talking to benign simpletons.

I thought you might have had other ideas in mind. Okay. Rest assured, we will never be out of experiments for anything, Hermann. We'll be busy for the next century.

It wasn't ardor. But, for the record, one of us has to express the enthusiasm for our successes that you won't.

-- Newt Geiszler

PS. Rain check it is, then.

PPS. The letters help. If mobility is back up and running tomorrow and you care to mobilize and meander down the hall, my door can be open. If not, fine too. I understand need for space.

Newton,

Yes, superhumanly impossible. There's no possible way a human could adopt the regenerative properties of a starfish. For the record, I never had a problem admitting we are superhuman- teleportation isn't what anyone would consider subtle, after all. Superpowers however, I take umbrage with.

And yes, I understand the pluralization of ourselves could be telling. However in most cases, I believe it will be interpreted differently. Perhaps not flattering, but inaccurate nevertheless.

I suppose I can appreciate your enthusiasm at points.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

PS. Alternatively, it is entirely possible you could walk across the hall yourself.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb--

I stopped talking about the super-powers. I just wanted to know if my level of "impossible" was superhuman, since I get told that a lot. Flatter me. Tell me it is.

You mean that our pluralization will be interpreted as crazy? Let me let you in on a secret here, Hermann, one I'm sure is not a secret to you or will not long be a secret to you if it was before: I am used to being called crazy. You get that a lot, when word gets out that you see a therapist and require drugs to level out your brain chemicals, and when your neuroses are evident in your mannerisms. I can kind of handle that. Can you, though? And don't take this as a challenge. Just don't. It is not a fun way to go through life, especially in dealing with your peers. "Ten years experience..."--you've fought hard for that recognition, but trust me, it goes out the window and means very little when they think you're cuckoo for chocopuffs. It might be easier to let them know.

You're making me preen.

-- Newt Geiszler

PS. Oh, so that's an option.

Newton-

I have no intention of doing so when you manage that perfectly fine without anyone's assistance.

Nothing quite so extreme as that. I'm referring to the type of relationship it may imply to those unfamiliar with either of us. Certainly, that has already been misinterpreted at least once while we've been here.

We've both fought for recognition, Newton. And we'll get it- in our world if not here.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

PS. I never stated it wasn't.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb--

Fine then. Rude.

Okay, I'm apparently not following you. You could stand to be less vague.

Exactly. We're rock stars. (It's not just about recognition, though. As long as you know what you're getting into, Hermann.)

-- Newt Geiszler

PS. You never stated it was.

Newton-

If I must be blunt, I'm sure you remember when Hiro asked if we were married. That sort of misinterpretation.

I'm well aware of how to handle such things, if you'll recall.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

PS. It figures you would observe the invisible boundaries but not the physical ones. Newton, short of contracting a terminal illness, I'll never forbid you from visiting. Even then, I doubt I'd be able to stop you.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb--

Oh! That! But we got that before the Drift. I mean, I'm pretty such some of the jtech are still convinced we're married, but then again, I'm not entirely sure Tendo ever tried to correct them either.

White-knighting for me is different than defending yourself.

--Newt

PS. Technically it is a physical boundary. You do have a door.

Newton-

Ridiculous, even so.

Yes Newton, I was a pathetic child in my youth, I'm well aware, thank you. You should know very well I don't tolerate disrespect any longer. After all, I've certainly lectured you enough.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

PS. I can't very well leave it open for just anyone to walk in.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb--

You're ridiculous. If people want to think we're married, we can let them. Doesn't bother me.

Right, I forgot I was talking to a badass. (And you weren't a pathetic child. You were a nerd and kids shove nerds in lockers because they're threatened by our badass brains. And then we save the world and get all the cheerleaders!)

--Newt

PS. Maybe I'll be over later, then. I'm busy having a very interesting snail-mail conversation with my Best Friend and walking across the hall sounds like too much work. Brb gtg shove this under his door.

Newton-

I don't recall any cheerleaders. But then, I suppose I'm married now.

In an effort to save us from this post-script ridiculousness, I believe these letters are getting short enough to nearly qualify as text messages by now. I'm also not certain the term 'snail mail' qualifies when the delay is hardly significant.

-- Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

Edited 2015-09-09 05:08 (UTC)

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb-Geiszler--

You did better. ROCK STAR! But if you want cheerleaders, I'm sure we can find you cheerleaders for a night. I'd hate for our marriage to get stale.

I could take my time delivering them. Actually, no, too much work. As it is, I'm pretty much sitting in the hall outside your door.

And technically they've always been text messages.

--Newt

[And guess who is getting up and instead of sliding the letter under the door, opens it instead to hand over his shortest letter to date]

Dr. Geiszler-

That is an atrocious combination.

-- Dr. Gottlieb

[It's okay, he'll wait for him to read it. Then shove his door open wider and wave Newton inside]

Before anyone believes I've forced you to sit in the hallway as retribution for some disagreement or another.

[As the door opens up, he nearly tips and falls inside, then rights himself and stands, dusting off his rear.]

Whoa, dude, a little warning next time.

[He frowns at the letter and follows Hermann in, bringing with him the pad of paper and pen he had been writing with.]

Oh, too late. I'm pretty sure everyone who's ever met us is convinced you've put me in the doghouse or on the couch for one reason or another.

And what do you mean 'atrocious combination'?

Edited 2015-09-09 05:34 (UTC)

[Bit of a sigh because really, why is this the conclusion everyone jumps to simply because people argue?

Hermann wanders over to his desk where the little pile of letters has been collecting in the corner in a neat stack. He plucks up Newton's most recent 'note' and waves it for emphasis before adding it to the small pile]

Our names, of course. It would make for a terrible introduction or signature.

[He should offer Newton tea or coffee, but Hermann makes it as far as the sofa before he decides sitting back down is a better option]

Kitchen is yours if you want it.

Edited 2015-09-09 05:47 (UTC)

[Newt closes the door behind him, because Hermann isn't inviting just anyone in.

Oh. That.]

Well, then we're going to be one of those ridiculous couples that keep their own names, because I'm not going to introduce myself as Newton Gottlieb. We don't need more Dr. Gottliebs in the world, thanks.

[He wandered into the kitchen.]

Going to make some tea, then. Want any?

No, we certainly do not.

[The house barely felt big enough for him and his father, let alone anyone else]

I'll take a cup, thank you.

[Hermann sets to work on flexing his fingers to keep his dominant hand from cramping up. It's the last thing he needs on a day like this and much as he'd enjoyed their exchange, he's somewhat relieved that it's come to a close for now]

...You're not insane, Newton.

Sure thing.

[He fussed with putting water on to boil and finding them cups, not looking back out at Hermann as he responded.]

Of course not. I-I never said I was.

[Faint surprise. Cautious relief. Gratitude.]

[Hermann nods at his back, eyes back on the thumb massaging his palm. It's the one thing he couldn't address through their exchange. Even now, through Newton's gratitude, he feels like it's still not enough.

Just as he's not 'pathetic', he can't help but remember those feelings and the brief hesitance he'd felt placing 'Dr.' before his name on that missive. But at least they can assure each other that they don't believe it]

Did you want to attempt any experiment in particular?

[He briefly caught 'pathetic' through the connection and looked up. He hated Lars, hated those bullies, hated himself for not being more understanding--Hermann was tough, he was brave... Someday they would both silence the bullies in the back of their heads.

Funny. He never thought the positive voice in his head would be Hermann's.]

What are you up for? Because it's been a busy couple of days and we don't have to push for experiments. This isn't the war.

[He poured the water over the teabags, spooned in sugar, and brought the cups out to Hermann.]

But I'm totally game for any thought sharing. What kind of things do they make Jaeger pilots do? Or is it just the Kwoon?

[He frowns after Newton's anger, idly wondering the source while he considers their options. In truth, he doesn't know what else to do with Newton here.

Hermann accepts his tea with a flicker of a smile]

I can't say; neither of us made it past that point. I was exempted from combat training as soon as they ran my numbers.

[That had stung a bit, but was to be expected. He'd only just managed to slip through the first few weeks without drawing attention to himself. If not for their desperation and his brain, he doubts they would've kept him at all]

I know they run a simulation before the pilots enter a Jaeger for the first time, but we can't exactly replicate that.

[It went without saying that psych evals nixed any chance Newt had to be a pilot, not that it had ever been his goal. He had joined specifically for science, for the Kaiju. And maybe a little bit because that was what all the cool scientists were doing. At least the cool one he was penpalling with.

Newt sits and offers a supportive smile.]

We drifted with a MacGyvered Pons. We can definitely slap together our own Drift training program, too.

What about empath stuff? Granted, it's kind of hard to play detect-that-emotion since we'll have to work ourselves up to feeling that emotion. You get the most feedback, I think. What am I doing when you get a ping off me? What do you think I can replicate here?

[He nods, It makes the most sense; Newton's more likely to project emotion than he is. But how can they test anything? He mulls this over and lets the warmth of the teacup seep into his palms]

Nothing unusual.. Though I suspect our thought sharing may be linked to emotion. At least it seems to be the case that picking up concepts is easier when they're emotional responses.

[Newt chews his lip and considers that.]

That makes it hard to replicate. It's kind of a gamble, a crap shoot, if we just have to keep rolling our emotional dice until we land on something useful.

[He gives a sly smile and glances sideways at Hermann, half smirk half guilty, the look of a Newt prepared to do something possibly kind of dumb for science.]

How dangerous do you think it would be to intentionally chase a RABIT?

[Hermann knows that look, and he's immediately apprehensive, regarding Newton with a pinched expression]

I don't know, Newton. Our drift is far from ordinary.. We're not likely to drown in memories, but there's still potential to become lost in them, and we lack a device to act as our fail-safe.

But I suppose our unintentional experiment yesterday went well enough.. If one of us can initiate a memory and remain aware enough to draw back to the present, perhaps. I wouldn't trust concurrent memories without something to bring us back, however.

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