ataraxion | Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Text]

[Smart phones this advanced are not something Mohinder is use to. Luckily, he's a child of the information and technology age and figuring out the more or less intuitive operating system of the device in his hand is not at all difficult. Thumbing along the touch screen, and bypassing the entertainment sections (films and books on a mobile? How remarkable!), Mohinder comes across what looks to be an electronic bulletin or message board. At least, that's the closest approximation he can make for the network. Perhaps it's similar to the listserv his University uses? Either way he has every intention to check into it later, after he leaves this post:]

My name is Mohinder Suresh. I seem to be unable to contact anyone I know using this device, as it it does not seem to be connected to a cellular network. This might sound ridiculous, but could someone tell me where I am?

[Mohinder is not known for making sound life decisions, but he'd rather think he is lost and this really is some sort of odd American hospital than going mad. He hits the send button and glances around again the hallway he's paused in. Nothing looks like a hospital around here at all. 'Going mad,' unfortunately, seems to be what's happening after all.]

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Daphne. A pleasure.

[The hyphenated last name gives him pause, but it's not all that uncommon, he supposes, outside of India.]

And I've seen enough in recent days...not on board this vessel...to easily disregard 'hallucination.' Unfortunately.

[A product of a strange childhood, at least.]

Share?

I'm not sure your believe me. I'd barely been unable to believe myself.

Around here, I'm likely to take people at their word first.

I had once thought like thiat...

[Maybe it's not too late to think like that again...but it does tend to get him into trouble. Fast.]

What do you believe about human evolution?

I believe in it.

[She kind of has to, doesn't she?]

Well, I've been working on research to prove that we are on the verge of a new era in human evolution. I'm not simply talking unaided flight, telekinesis-- I know you find works on those subjects in the parapsychology sections of libraries-- What about molecular regeneration? The ability to live beyond our bodies. Time travel-- These things I believe are possible and have been confronted with proof recently.

Wait, are you a doctor?

Not a medical doctor.

I am primarily a geneticist.

You are an Indian doctor.

[It's like she can feel her grandmother crying at her from space.]

Sorry, it's just a bit of a-

Well. I believe you, either way.

[Mohinder isn't sure if he should smile, laugh, or do both. ]

It's more cliche than that. I am also a New York taxi driver I'm afraid.

Now that's impressive.

I suppose I could also own a convenience store and change my accent to be more culturally acceptable!

Every moment my grandmother finds you less and less appealing, Doctor Suresh.

She doesn't care for geneticists? Actually, my field of research is a bit of a laughing stock I hate to report. How is she with parapsychologists?

No, no, you had her at Indian doctor, it's the taxi cab part she would take offense to.

Unfortunately, I'd not much choice. There's not much of a calling for human evolutionists attempting to catch their father's murderer in New York. Incidentally, there is always a need for taxis.

Father's mu-

Any luck with that?

Initially yes, but the trail had run cold.

[Mostly because there's someone else out there trying to find, or cover up, the murderer too.]

Sorry.

No need, but thank you.

If you need anything around the ship, feel free to give me a call.

Perhaps an escort? Or a map.

I can picture myself becoming very lost. Don't ask about my first few weeks in New York. [Even driving a taxi.]

It would be my pleasure. The escort part. I'm afraid I don't have a map.

Perhaps I'll have to draw one. I'd rubbish at it, unfortunately, and I'm sure I'll only do more harm than I do good.

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