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[hyperkinesia]

[ There's more than one reason why Bruce chooses text over audio or video, but right now, the main one is because he wants to avoid any confrontations. There's still a good chance they might come, if people recognize him by name alone, but this way he keeps a certain amount of distance. ]

Hi. This is Bruce Banner. Given the current state of the ship, I've been trying to think of ways to cope with the cold that seems to have settled pretty much everywhere. I don't know nearly enough to suggest how to fix it, besides it doesn't seem like there's much anyone could do in that regard - but we can still try to help each other through this.

My suggestion would be to find one single space, large enough for the whole crew, but still not so large that the cold disperses too much. Preferably somewhere that's dry - so no pool or mess hall, for instance. We should all move there temporarily, take as many clothes, blankets and pillows as we can, and settle in together. It'll help us all keep warm a little better, I think. Not to mention we might avoid life support going down on places at random, if we can get the captains to focus most of whatever energy there is in maintaining the environment in one room.

[ AND because he's sure some people will know him by name... ]

By the way, in case you're wondering: yes, I'm that Bruce Banner. Ask your questions, if you have any.

Otherwise, feel free to suggest some places for us to settle in.

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[hyperkinesia]

I thought so. Everything seems to be working perfectly, except for the fact that it isn't.

[ The fact that there is no apparent problem only worries him more, honestly.

He takes a while to decide how to answer to that, how much should he share. In the end, though, what does it matter? People know, and they have seen the monster already. May as well tell the whole story. ]

It shouldn't be possible.
Some years ago, I was working with a team in this project about radiation resistance, or so we were told.
We didn't know that it was actually an attempt to replace an experiment that had happened some decades before, Project Rebirth.
The intention was to create Super Soldiers.
I subjected myself to the experiment when I thought that we had been successful in achieving our goal. My body was flooded with gamma radiation. I should've died, but I'd been injected with a serum too. I didn't know it was actually a radiation-resistant serum.

So instead of dying, the experiment gave me the monster.
When my body releases certain levels of adrenaline, they cross with the gamma radiation and the transformation occurs.
This most often happens when I'm angry, but anything that makes my heart speed up will do the same.
If I'm attacked, for instance. That's what happened at the planet. I was triggered.
In those situations I can't control him. Usually he just runs away after some time, but being in a strange world, with all the people coming at him, I think it made him angrier.

I can do controlled transformations, though. Those times I'm in control. I can help people, instead of hurting them.
But I don't do it unless I really have to.

[hirotohero]

[ Hiro doesn't respond for a little while, absorbing the scientific details that Bruce laid out for him. It was fascinating and kind of terrifying at the same time. He's never been huge on the bio side of science, much preferring the safety of robotics and programming. It was predictable and easy to fix mistakes when they happened.

Human testing was a sketchy subject, though it took guts to be the one to volunteer to be irradiated. ]

Wow.
That's really crazy that it had results like that, but I guess with military tech adaptions then things can get a little out of a hand.

Um. If it makes you feel any better, something I invented was almost used to destroy the city I lived in. And... it got some people hurt in the process.

[hyperkinesia]

I know. I wouldn't have thought it possible myself, had I been told about it before it happened.
But then, multiverse theory was always just that in my world - a theory. But me being here now proves that it's very much a reality.

Science amazes us every day. Not always in a good way, unfortunately.

[ Ah. Yes, the whole 'misery loves company' concept. Bruce appreciates the sentiment, but it doesn't really offer much comfort. ]

It doesn't, not really. I'm sorry to hear you went through that, though.
What did you invent?