<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan Choi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters, Hospital Area<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shvaughn Erin, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>There was something wondrous yet melancholic about talking to someone from the future. Even though she never said anything explicitly there were things he could imply quite a great deal by what she avoided spelling out. Even the simple way she questioned his assertion that White Dwarf Stars were hard to mine gave him a peek into some greater world. Either the material was so much easier to come by a few centuries forward in time, or whatever would become of this technology would find some different source of power that was a great deal easier to find.<br/><br/>Still, sometimes a cigar was just a cigar. Her comment about not wanting to cause him stress, Ryan assumed, was just that. A comment of Erin wanting to be friendly and nothing more. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was important in the future or something.” There was a laugh as Ryan said that, not believing for a second that it was true. Every scientist hoped that something they worked on would last into the future, becoming the giants whose shoulders those coming later would stand on. Of course Ryan hoped that could one day be the case for himself, but he didn’t hold his own breath. His work was spread across too many fields; there were other minds would change a field so fundamentally their names were written into history books as anything other than the smallest footnote. Those were people who’d dedicated themselves to one singular pursuit.<br/><br/>Besides, even if there was the slimmest chance that distracting him might affect the future, there was no way the science officer would prove more taxing than his work with the Justice League. Or dealing with an academic review committee. “And anyway, I’m A superhero who works in academia. Spending some time helping you adjust can’t be more stressful than dealing with Batman or defending my thesis.” On his face was a smile of conviction. Something that came from true belief. Of course Ryan doubted himself, frequently and severely, but he also was capable of external thought enough to realize that there were countless points when he could have failed. Fallen and not gotten back up. “Just let me know whenever you get some free time and, if I’m not busy. I’ll show you around this century.”<br/>