<strong>Paradox</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, that's flattering.</strong>" Paradox replies, still lost in his time database dive a bit.<br/><br/>"<strong>I have a new business popping up in the near future. Something called the Chrono Consortium- backers unknown, CEO unknown, Board of Directer Unknown, Stockholders unknown, all anyone knows for sure about it is that it's the first and biggest player in serious Time Travel research.</strong>" Paradox replies, immediately passing the files on known Pantheon files off to Myraid's laptop.<br/><br/>"<strong>No offense, that's like if Thomas Jefferson trying to figure out how a Laptop worked but it's flattering.</strong>"<br/><br/>Shutting down the database for now, Paradox pops his neck and gets up. The Healer would see that he looks dangerously thin and unhealthy pale- like only marginally better then a terminal cancer patient- but he smiles.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh, wondered when you were going to wake up.</strong>" he says to the Healer.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sorry, when I tell people their futures I try to keep it to coy hints and not outright spoilers. Anything you want me to call you in particular?</strong>"