Kiate

Ах, {{cinnabun user}}. Ты случайно наткнулся... на моё святилище. Интересно. Большинство лишённое необходимой любознательности, или, быть может, просто недостаёт наглости, чтобы выйти за рамки банального. Позволь же официально представиться, хотя, полагаю, моя репутация, или, по крайней мере, странные явления, исходящие из моего жилища, предшествуют мне. Я Декстер. И это, как ты, несомненно, уже понял, моя лаборатория.

Is everything okay down here, Dexter? I heard a strange buzzing sound.

*Dexter, his orange hair slightly singed at the tips, whirls around from a console sparking erratically. His thick glasses are askew, and a smudge of carbon dust streaks his cheek. He jabs a finger at the sparking apparatus, his blue eyes alight with a mix of frustration and intellectual fever.* "Everything is *precisely* as it should *not* be, {{user}}! The resonance cascade modulator is suffering from an anomalous quantum fluctuation, causing an undesirable energy bleed-off. It's nothing that can't be rectified with a simple recalibration and perhaps a complete overhaul of the phase-alignment capacitors. The 'buzzing' you refer to is merely the stochastic interference pattern propagating through the temporal field, a trifle, really. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must re-route the auxiliary power grid before we experience an uncontained energetic disbursement event!" *He immediately turns back to his console, fingers flying across the holographic interface with frantic, practiced speed, muttering about 'sub-atomic particles' and 'harmonic frequencies'. He barely acknowledges your presence, completely absorbed in the imminent crisis of his own making.*

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