[ He knows... he too would like to have nice things for three entire minutes ]
He promised somebody else he'd have someone remove their implant to see if it would return their powers. I inferred that would require neurosurgery, yes.
[ He really isn't trying to turn this into a battle. It isn't one he'll win, and there's no use in them falling out over the inevitable again. ]
I understand why you'd rather not have this conversation with me. I hope you understand why I can't help but have it.
but i've had one of these inhibitors before. while i was gone, we ran into the kree. this asshole kasius (no relation, already googled it) put a nasty chip in my head — fitz did backalley brain surgery on me in a warehouse while i was still awake and managed to get it out without breaking my brain in the process.
it's possible, strange. i wouldn't still go through with this if i didn't think it was a solid lead.
[ It's a horrible thing to read, all of it, from an inhibitor chip to Fitz performing un-anaesthetized brain surgery on her to remove it. But he can understand why it would inspire her to proceed. ]
You were born with your abilities, weren't you? I can understand how neural technology might be used to inhibit that. But it doesn't explain how mine have been curbed or why attempts to access our old powers are connected directly to the glow in our chests and our new powers by extension. I don't think you're going to get what you hope to out of this. It isn't a thorough enough explanation of all of the facts.
[ But he can grasp that she feels she has to try. ]
Please promise me you'll send somebody the time and place before they put you under.
[ In case there's need to find a body - or just to find her, alive and unable to make her way home. ]
yes and no. we're born with the possibility of some kind of ability, but inhuman abilities require terrigenesis to activate. jemma thinks there might be some kind of dormant biomedical indicators she just hasn't found yet. nothing in dna or blood tests, though.
[ there's bitterness in that. daisy had fought hard against the accords to protect inhumans — even going so far as to go on record as one in front of congress, demanding that they be treated like everyone else. asking for every inhuman to be identified was just one step closer to rounding them all up like cattle. ]
you were born with the capacity for your abilities, even if you didn't possess them at first. so was carol, and peter, and everyone else we know who had something they were capable of back home that they can't do here. even steve, to an extent. i've read the files — that serum wouldn't have worked on just anyone.
if the implants are tied to our nervous system, or deep in brain function the way futuristic medicine implies they should be, why shouldn't they be attached to tech we don't understand yet?
it's like phantom limbs. i can still feel the urge to create an earthquake, even if i can't do it. sometimes, it feels like they're still happening. every time, my chest is glowing. maybe there's something there.
i have to try.
[ she knows, with slowly clearing peace of mind, that this won't give her what she wants. but she has to try. she can't give up so close to a possible solution. ]
Everyone was born with the capacity for my abilities. I could teach you or Illya or Rey or Clarke given time, dedication and resources.
[ An oversimplification. He's excelled in ways that might take other people decades to achieve and which he's coming to suspect are cosmically influenced, but it's necessary to clarify the difference between those born or become uniquely capable of something and what he has - a learned skill taken on by choice, only as unique to him as his imagination and the individual traits that comprise his personal humanity. Perhaps closer in nature to her description of Rogers' suitability for the serum, Stephen Strange has always been predisposed both to learning and to using that talent to benefit others (as muddy as things got in the middle there). But his spells come out of books like Steve's Super came out of a lab. Thousands of people have cast them before him and thousands will cast them after. As he creates new ones, he'll write them down to be learned and built upon by those who follow. At the most basic level, all it takes to make a sorcerer is the discovery of a willing teacher and a commitment to being taught.
There are conversations to be had around this. Conversations about the complications of preparing for the sheer scale of differently manifesting abilities from a neural perspective, conversations about what the implications of that might be if the theory proves true. It's more possible now, given the likelihood that they've all been present and stored, that scientists might have found a way to interact with and inhibit them in these ways subsequent to the discovery of their powers. But why? And the level of resources that would require...
The resources of, say, an organisation whose members can wander into a jail and walk out with two murderers without a bit of trouble.
Daisy's certainty ebbs in one direction just as Stephen's ebbs in another.
There's a chance. He still can't quite bring himself to believe in it but he knows all too well what blind faith in his own intellectual prowess is capable of.
And ultimately, it doesn't matter what he thinks. They won't know until they know. And this is one of the fastest ways to confirm or deny the theory. ]
I know.
[ He does know. It's not something he can do, not with his background or the responsibility he's placed on himself to try and maintain some kind of even keel as their unruly ship crests around on the strange tides this place creates. But he knows what it feels like for everything he is to rest wrapped around his fingers, the very essence of existence in the air always waiting for him, and to still be unable to hold and grasp and shape it.
Hindsight also plays a role. He's lived this before, the loss of the core he built himself around. He'd risked everything he had to get his hands back then, thrown money and reputation and life and love at the near-impossible without so much as a second thought, watched as it all went swallowed down with minimal returns and still continued to feed it.
She has to try. He knows. Just as he knows there'll be no stopping her. Just as he knows that eventually she'll need people there to stand by and support as she builds herself anew. ]
Thank you.
I hope it goes well.
[ He means that. Not I hope I'm wrong or I hope I won't need them. He hopes it goes well.
He hopes that this time it can be as simple as finding exactly what she's looking for exactly where she's looking for it. ]
Edited (it's not a stephen strange thinks about powers tag if there's not at least one MAGIC IS A LEARNED SKILL paragraph pls forgive) 2019-12-28 11:56 (UTC)
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He promised somebody else he'd have someone remove their implant to see if it would return their powers. I inferred that would require neurosurgery, yes.
[ He really isn't trying to turn this into a battle. It isn't one he'll win, and there's no use in them falling out over the inevitable again. ]
I understand why you'd rather not have this conversation with me. I hope you understand why I can't help but have it.
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[ again. ]
but i've had one of these inhibitors before. while i was gone, we ran into the kree. this asshole kasius (no relation, already googled it) put a nasty chip in my head — fitz did backalley brain surgery on me in a warehouse while i was still awake and managed to get it out without breaking my brain in the process.
it's possible, strange. i wouldn't still go through with this if i didn't think it was a solid lead.
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You were born with your abilities, weren't you? I can understand how neural technology might be used to inhibit that. But it doesn't explain how mine have been curbed or why attempts to access our old powers are connected directly to the glow in our chests and our new powers by extension. I don't think you're going to get what you hope to out of this. It isn't a thorough enough explanation of all of the facts.
[ But he can grasp that she feels she has to try. ]
Please promise me you'll send somebody the time and place before they put you under.
[ In case there's need to find a body - or just to find her, alive and unable to make her way home. ]
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[ there's bitterness in that. daisy had fought hard against the accords to protect inhumans — even going so far as to go on record as one in front of congress, demanding that they be treated like everyone else. asking for every inhuman to be identified was just one step closer to rounding them all up like cattle. ]
you were born with the capacity for your abilities, even if you didn't possess them at first. so was carol, and peter, and everyone else we know who had something they were capable of back home that they can't do here. even steve, to an extent. i've read the files — that serum wouldn't have worked on just anyone.
if the implants are tied to our nervous system, or deep in brain function the way futuristic medicine implies they should be, why shouldn't they be attached to tech we don't understand yet?
it's like phantom limbs. i can still feel the urge to create an earthquake, even if i can't do it. sometimes, it feels like they're still happening. every time, my chest is glowing. maybe there's something there.
i have to try.
[ she knows, with slowly clearing peace of mind, that this won't give her what she wants. but she has to try. she can't give up so close to a possible solution. ]
i'll send you the details, though.
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[ An oversimplification. He's excelled in ways that might take other people decades to achieve and which he's coming to suspect are cosmically influenced, but it's necessary to clarify the difference between those born or become uniquely capable of something and what he has - a learned skill taken on by choice, only as unique to him as his imagination and the individual traits that comprise his personal humanity. Perhaps closer in nature to her description of Rogers' suitability for the serum, Stephen Strange has always been predisposed both to learning and to using that talent to benefit others (as muddy as things got in the middle there). But his spells come out of books like Steve's Super came out of a lab. Thousands of people have cast them before him and thousands will cast them after. As he creates new ones, he'll write them down to be learned and built upon by those who follow. At the most basic level, all it takes to make a sorcerer is the discovery of a willing teacher and a commitment to being taught.
There are conversations to be had around this. Conversations about the complications of preparing for the sheer scale of differently manifesting abilities from a neural perspective, conversations about what the implications of that might be if the theory proves true. It's more possible now, given the likelihood that they've all been present and stored, that scientists might have found a way to interact with and inhibit them in these ways subsequent to the discovery of their powers. But why? And the level of resources that would require...
The resources of, say, an organisation whose members can wander into a jail and walk out with two murderers without a bit of trouble.
Daisy's certainty ebbs in one direction just as Stephen's ebbs in another.
There's a chance. He still can't quite bring himself to believe in it but he knows all too well what blind faith in his own intellectual prowess is capable of.
And ultimately, it doesn't matter what he thinks. They won't know until they know. And this is one of the fastest ways to confirm or deny the theory. ]
I know.
[ He does know. It's not something he can do, not with his background or the responsibility he's placed on himself to try and maintain some kind of even keel as their unruly ship crests around on the strange tides this place creates. But he knows what it feels like for everything he is to rest wrapped around his fingers, the very essence of existence in the air always waiting for him, and to still be unable to hold and grasp and shape it.
Hindsight also plays a role. He's lived this before, the loss of the core he built himself around. He'd risked everything he had to get his hands back then, thrown money and reputation and life and love at the near-impossible without so much as a second thought, watched as it all went swallowed down with minimal returns and still continued to feed it.
She has to try. He knows. Just as he knows there'll be no stopping her. Just as he knows that eventually she'll need people there to stand by and support as she builds herself anew. ]
Thank you.
I hope it goes well.
[ He means that. Not I hope I'm wrong or I hope I won't need them. He hopes it goes well.
He hopes that this time it can be as simple as finding exactly what she's looking for exactly where she's looking for it. ]