"I'm Evan Archer." He introduced himself. After watching Miller for a bit, he said, "I might be wrong but if your friend is using some form of techno-ESP to access data you may want to warn him that most of the servers who do not have their data encrypted or hashed would probably have some sort of technology to give the intruder headaches or knock them out completely." He added after a second, "Or maybe alerting the security. Perhaps even a combination of the precautions." He had been reading up on this and had noted that several Technopaths were involved in the research of the Cortexwave technology and they would no doubt cause several more considerations going into the prevention of unauthorised access from access terminals or from external sources like Espers.<br/><br/>"Well, if you read it up, many of the technology here was birthed from experimentation in cooperation with Espers. Anyway, they said it was a combination of Espers and regular Humans who were released. Most of them are in psychiatric therapy now if that is what you wanted to know. It was deemed better to check their mental states just in case they caused society problems."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------</div><br/><br/>"I can have a friend to join. But her parents arrived earlier, today and she is showing them around." Isana suggested, "She can control liquid mercury." She added after a slight thought. "I'll call her now."<br/><br/>She pulled out her phone clipped on her collar and dialled a number into the holographic display before placing it at her ear. "Oi! Pickup dammit!" She tapped the phone impatiently. "No answer. I guess we could either ask Kenji or hope that Ayame doesn't have problems with this layout. What will it be?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------</div><br/><br/>Shirazumi wrote down the volunteer's name without hesitation, "Alright then, I hope this leads us to victory." He folded the slip and stored it in his pocket. Later on, it would be requested from them at the end of the demonstration.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------</div><br/><br/>"Head researcher. Are you sure-?"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes. You will need me present in case something goes wrong won't you? We don't want to be making the headlines for no good reason. I will be available for the calibration, no negotiations." The lady shook her head, her blond hair unkempt after following up more research for more affective means for neuro-electro communication. She turned, revealing dark rings beneath her eyes, "I won't be scaring anyone like that will I?"<br/><br/>There was an audible sigh, "Tie up your hair."<br/><br/>"But I refuse," the Head Researcher said as she donned a lab coat.<br/><br/>"Then at least comb your hair," came the exasperated response.