The Past, Rewired

[Soban]

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As Donagan heard Derius’s remark, he abruptly stopped tapping his finger and slowly turned his head toward him.

“Outdated?! OUTDATED?! Aye, the coolin’ system’s seen better days, but dinnae judge the machine by its cover!”

He rose to his feet, jabbing a finger toward the mainframe.

“Each layer o’ this setup uses a different bit o’ tech tae boost our chances. Some o’ it may look outdated, but when ye’re tryin’ tae match somethin’ concocted nearly a decade ago, ye’ve got tae use a wee bit o’ the same technology.”

He paused, adjusting his glasses while collecting his thoughts.

“The second layer’s an Ingenuus calculator we salvaged, an’ that may be outdated—aye—but we still need it.”

Sitting back down, Donagan keyed in a series of commands, grumbling under his breath:

“Ye’ve no idea how hard it is tae haul this sort o’ gear out here in the Omicrons. May not be as shiny as the Ageira labs, Mr. Fancy-Pants, but it’s no’ far behind.”