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[thantagonist]

Attention Fellow People of Etraya,

I am Doctor Daniil Dankovsky, Bachelor of Medicine. As I understand it, few of you have seen a doctor lately. That simply won’t do! Please, don’t wait to get sick to establish care. I am situated in the hospital, ready to take consent forms and make updated medical histories. At least a few of you have unaddressed concerns, I just know it. The average person comes to see the doctor when it’s too late! Though we cannot die here, there is no reason to suffer unduly.

And if you are otherwise healthy, perhaps think of it as helping me out. In the event of an outbreak, it is far more helpful to have complete clinical pictures of the inhabitants. Especially, as I understand it, there are many biological differences in this population.

Please come visit me during my clinic hours, every day from 10am to 6pm.


[What Daniil really wants is to meet more of the unusual inhabitants of Etraya more quickly as well as conduct casual interviews of the sort of people who are slated to save the universe. But he can’t just say that completely outright.]

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[thantagonist]

It’s not mine. But it is one of them. Belongs to a town out in the steppe.

[Oh yeah, he’s allowed to look.]

Ever seen anything like it? They call it the Polyhedron. Suspended on a stairway to heaven, made of glass and paper. It might cost a man his life just for drawing these plans.

[levelshift]

[It's a good thing Accelerator doesn't need his ability to just read things like this. His brain is automatically noting when he comes across some impossible geometry, trying to calculate out internally. It reminds him of his early attempts at calculating out magic, how he could do so up to a certain point, but then an error sends everything spiraling. He can't correct it because he's missing a piece of the puzzle.]

In spirit, yeah, not literally. Back home something like this would be the product of magic.

[thantagonist]

It might be magic there, too, as much as I hate the idea of it. I spent some time trying to sketch it while I looked at it, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. That’s not quite right; I could draw the outside angles, but when I went to calculate the corresponding ones…

[levelshift]

Hmm. [He's betting it's magical in nature.] When I need to calculate for magic I use imaginary numbers and formulas as substitutions. That might work for this.

[Maybe, he isn't sure. He glances over at Daniil.]

What the hell is the Polyhedron for? Do you know?