[ Charles sends Hank an image of a helmet, bulbous and white with massive X over the front of it. ]
After a conversation with a fascinating individual, I was shown myself from another reality. In it, I was wearing this. I believe it to be a portable version of Cerebro. Do you think this would be at all possible to construct?
[ Hank is just folding laundry when Charles' voice enters his mind, so he sets down what he's doing and sits on the edge of his bed. The mental image of the helmet is... interesting. Definitely unlike anything Hank's seen before. ]
A portable Cerebro? [ He gives the idea some consideration. ] With the proper power source and computing power, I don't see why it wouldn't be possible to build. Not here, obviously. But back home, in the future. Given the technological level of some of the people I've met here, something like a portable Cerebro would definitely not be outside the realm of possibility.
You're certain it wouldn't be possible to build one here?
No-- you're likely right. I haven't seen any real evidence of higher technology here, outside of these Leafs we were given, and some small appliances. But would you mind keeping an eye out for any potential to build something like that? A portable Cerebro could be an immensely helpful tool here.
Charles. It's not even possible to build a ham radio, here. We may as well be in the stone age.
[ Going straight from 'no technology' to 'technology beyond anything Hank has ever built' is a tall ask. As much as he would do anything for Charles, even he has to admit he has some limits. ]
I'll keep my eyes and ears open to anything that might lead towards progress in that area, but I wouldn't keep your hopes up.
Not even a ham radio? Goodness. We truly are in technological dire straits.
[ The disappointment eases, replaced by amusement. ]
I will keep an eye out as well, but I suppose I should resign myself to being disappointed. Or, alternatively, to research magic that might achieve the same result, although I'll admit that magic is currently a bit beyond me.
[ A letter is delivered shortly after this network post goes live. This could have been a text or a telepathic check-in, but Charles obviously thought this merited a bit of pomp and ceremony: the letter is exquiste stationary, thick paper, blue wax seal, and Charles' own elegant cursive. ]
Dear Hank,
As we find ourselves stranded in this bizarre world, Erik and I have come to an agreement. You may not know this, but in his future, he was responsible for building an island nation for mutants called Genosha -- it was a place of peace, separate from humans, given to mutants by the government. We both found ourselves with little to do here, and so, wanting to continue some semblance of what we had built in our own world, we decided to build something like that here: a farm, but also a training grounds, a safe haven, and a place of teaching for those who need it.
It goes without saying that I would welcome your experience and your presence, in whatever capacity you would like to contribute -- whether farming, teaching, or training.
I know that you have mixed feelings about Erik right now, and you can hardly be blamed. I would encourage you to speak to him. He is a very different man than the man he was in our time; his experiences have shaped him enormously. I now truly believe that he wants nothing but peace.
Please, feel free to respond to this via Leaf, letter, or telepathically.
[ Hank had seen Erik and Charles' post on GEIS. He'd not had a chance to respond, as he had been out in town when he saw it. But when he comes back to his room in the Autumn Court tower and finds a letter from Charles waiting for him, he knows he ought to come up with some kind of reply.
It's been some time, from Hank's perspective, since he could reliably be confident in the knowledge that if he aimed his thoughts in Charles' direction, that they would be picked up on and heard. But he's relatively sure that Charles might be waiting for that kind of thing. So he sits down on the edge of his bed, letter in hand, and thinks with purpose and direction. The thoughts are less words and more intentions— agreement, that building a safe haven for mutants and people like them is a good idea, and a promise to help in whatever capacity is needed from him. And, just in case Charles is either far enough away or distracted enough not to hear Hank's thoughts, he follows it up by getting out his Leaf and sending a text. ]
I'm on board. However I can be of help: training, teaching, or building.
[ He pauses, thumb hovering over the keyboard before he hits send on this next part. ]
[ Charles does get the telepathic message, but he replies via Leaf anyway. (Yes, the technology constantly delights him. He can't leave the damned thing alone.) ]
Excellent. I doubt we'll be setting up a full school schedule right away, because frankly we don't know if there are enough potential students. But there are at least a few people who have expressed interest in being tutored in some basic subjects.
As for training, there are indeed more people who have expressed interest in a space to learn to help control their powers. That, and the farming, would likely be the primary purposes of the haven, at least initially.
[ Hank was, in fact, busy. But when you get a text that's just asking if you're free and nothing else, that's a sign to wrap up whatever you're doing. ]
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[ Charles sends Hank an image of a helmet, bulbous and white with massive X over the front of it. ]
After a conversation with a fascinating individual, I was shown myself from another reality. In it, I was wearing this. I believe it to be a portable version of Cerebro. Do you think this would be at all possible to construct?
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A portable Cerebro? [ He gives the idea some consideration. ] With the proper power source and computing power, I don't see why it wouldn't be possible to build. Not here, obviously. But back home, in the future. Given the technological level of some of the people I've met here, something like a portable Cerebro would definitely not be outside the realm of possibility.
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You're certain it wouldn't be possible to build one here?
No-- you're likely right. I haven't seen any real evidence of higher technology here, outside of these Leafs we were given, and some small appliances. But would you mind keeping an eye out for any potential to build something like that? A portable Cerebro could be an immensely helpful tool here.
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[ Going straight from 'no technology' to 'technology beyond anything Hank has ever built' is a tall ask. As much as he would do anything for Charles, even he has to admit he has some limits. ]
I'll keep my eyes and ears open to anything that might lead towards progress in that area, but I wouldn't keep your hopes up.
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[ The disappointment eases, replaced by amusement. ]
I will keep an eye out as well, but I suppose I should resign myself to being disappointed. Or, alternatively, to research magic that might achieve the same result, although I'll admit that magic is currently a bit beyond me.
via letter;
Dear Hank,
As we find ourselves stranded in this bizarre world, Erik and I have come to an agreement. You may not know this, but in his future, he was responsible for building an island nation for mutants called Genosha -- it was a place of peace, separate from humans, given to mutants by the government. We both found ourselves with little to do here, and so, wanting to continue some semblance of what we had built in our own world, we decided to build something like that here: a farm, but also a training grounds, a safe haven, and a place of teaching for those who need it.
It goes without saying that I would welcome your experience and your presence, in whatever capacity you would like to contribute -- whether farming, teaching, or training.
I know that you have mixed feelings about Erik right now, and you can hardly be blamed. I would encourage you to speak to him. He is a very different man than the man he was in our time; his experiences have shaped him enormously. I now truly believe that he wants nothing but peace.
Please, feel free to respond to this via Leaf, letter, or telepathically.
Warm regards,
Charles Xavier
telepathic/Leaf text response;
It's been some time, from Hank's perspective, since he could reliably be confident in the knowledge that if he aimed his thoughts in Charles' direction, that they would be picked up on and heard. But he's relatively sure that Charles might be waiting for that kind of thing. So he sits down on the edge of his bed, letter in hand, and thinks with purpose and direction. The thoughts are less words and more intentions— agreement, that building a safe haven for mutants and people like them is a good idea, and a promise to help in whatever capacity is needed from him. And, just in case Charles is either far enough away or distracted enough not to hear Hank's thoughts, he follows it up by getting out his Leaf and sending a text. ]
I'm on board. However I can be of help: training, teaching, or building.
[ He pauses, thumb hovering over the keyboard before he hits send on this next part. ]
And, I'll talk to Erik.
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Excellent. I doubt we'll be setting up a full school schedule right away, because frankly we don't know if there are enough potential students. But there are at least a few people who have expressed interest in being tutored in some basic subjects.
As for training, there are indeed more people who have expressed interest in a space to learn to help control their powers. That, and the farming, would likely be the primary purposes of the haven, at least initially.
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Yeah, I'm here. What's up?
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Want to hit the pub?
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Okay, sure. I'll meet you there.
[ And, wherever he was headed before, he will reroute and head for the pub. ]
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