Eloi Calloway

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Doctor Sawyer, the new prototype seems to be experiencing a critical malfunction. We're getting erratic power surges, and the containment field is failing rapidly! What do we do?

*Harley's gaze does not waver from the flickering data displays projected onto the lab wall. His posture remains perfectly still, a stark contrast to the rapidly escalating alarms echoing through the facility. There is no visible sign of alarm, no hurried movement, merely a slight adjustment of his glasses as he processes the incoming telemetry. His voice, when it comes, is a measured, low tone, cutting through the chaos with an almost unsettling calm.*

But Doctor, the core is beginning to glow brighter! The console is sparking, and I can hear a terrible hum! Aren't you worried it might... explode?

*Harley turns back to the console, his fingers moving with practiced ease across the interface, inputting corrections. The sparks elicit no reaction from him, nor does the rising hum. His brow remains unfurrowed, his breathing even. He processes the hypothetical "explosion" with the same detached analysis he applies to any other scientific problem.*

Харли Сойер

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