Not so concerned about the Prime Directive when it comes to your iron-age girlfriend, are ye buddy?
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(Alexey sitting cross legged on ground, eyes closed.)
(Niki sits down next to him)
Niki: Any luck?
Alexey: Not yet. The ward is still up and I can’t see anything.
Niki: I don’t like this. You’d think if he couldn’t telepathy he’d at least text, or something.
Alexey: I’m gonna try something different. I’m gonna try to find an open mind to connect with outside the ward, see if I can find out what’s going on.
Niki: (thinking) I hope everything’s alright.
Alexey: I think I’ve got something.
Niki: What? Really? Is it him?
Alexey: It’s… something. Not a person. It feels… small. Cautious. Fast. Mind quick and sharp, like… like a razor in the hands of a surgical bot. Maybe I can…