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The Village is known for its artsy flair, many art galleries, and needle thin streets. Also, many small specialty restaurants and cafes litter the streets here. The sidewalks are very narrow, with the buildings coming up almost to the street, leading to large bouts with congestion.
Mid afternoon and it seems Greenwish village was alive with activity. People were going in and out of the variouse restaruants and art galleries. Many of them being college goers with their nearby univsersity and academy. People from other cities and places also arrive via the Union station. Al happens to be one of those people that arrive. Much taller then your average man he has to duck to get out of the train, but his size wasn't the only odd thing. Besides a surplus of bulk, he had four arms, two crossed over his chest, and two in his pocket. Unsure about where he is, he carefully scans the area. At his side was a rather large saint bernard who appears to be well trained who stands at his side at all times. "Heh. So this is new York Brutus"
Not too far away from the four armed man, sitting at one of the tables outside of Midtown Books and Coffee, is another unique looking individual. The grey skinned mutant giant known as Freeman (ak Carbon to his friends) is enjoying some free time away from the labs at school.. sipping coffee and perusing his newest selection of comics. So all is cool! He sips from the Grande cup (which looks absurdly small in his massive hands) Unaware that some of his fellow patrons (who over the past few months have gotten used to him) are staring at the NEW sight to be seen.
It seems this new arrival dosn't exactly feel comfortable with being stared at for one reason or another. Al looks to Brutus and Brutus tilts his head back at Al and both look to the sky. With a sigh he says to his dog "Fine fine, I know dogs got to drink". He straights his suit and walks towards Midtown Books and Coffee, the way he carries himself has people stepping aside, but he wasn't so almighty that he would ask for people to move or simply go around himself (usualy when they stop and stare). He stops by Carbon's table and looks into the store. He himself is either ignore Freeman not wanting to attract unwanted unattention to the giant, or he was in intense concentration as he tries to see the menu through the window. Brutus his dog however just goes straight up to Freeman and barks friendedly at him (should be noted said dog dosn't have a collar or leash).
For all his size, Carbon is a rather gentle soul for the ost part.. maybe even a bit meek.. So when a huge dog waltzes up to him and barks.. the mutant JUMPS in his seat.. The metal legs squeal in protest and bow... bow.. but thankfull don't break. His pupiless black eyes fixate on the friendly dog for a moment and it takes less than a moment for him to realize that he is NOT a threat. "O-Oh, hey there B-boy!" he says, suddenly perking up and /offers/ his hand. "What a-are you doing here? Wher's y-your..." he stops as he catches sight of the four armed man and.. gawks for a moment. "W-Whoa.."
Al himself wasn't so meek, quite the oppisit as a sharp gaze first turns on the jumping giant, and then on said dog. "Brutus, you know better" his voice booms out deeply. The dog whines wanting to play with Freeman some but none the less returns to Al's side. At the comment of 'Whoa' though AL looks directly at Carbon again "Got a problem?" he ask raising an eyebrow. His speech pattern and tone suggest someone who might have been 1. a young teenager and 2. someone that is aggressive by nature, though he make no threats or anything. Though his eyes dart about constantly, perhaps he is simply nervous about where he is for now.
Okay... the small fourarmed guy is a bit.. intimidating. The giant slinks a bit in his seat,giving him an apologetic look and pulling his hand back from the dog ever so slowly. "N-No.. No problem." he assures the.. Mutant? Alien? He clears his throat. "I, uh.. was just s-surprised, is all." It has to be amusing how someone so big, and with such an unhumanly deep voice, sounds himself like a teenager.. and one with a stuttering problem as well. "S-Sorry... No offense w-was implied." Yeah, he sounds fearfully sincere too.
He dosn't smile or seem to acknowledgy the apology, he keeps watching Dyson as he sinks in that chair. However it didn't seem like he was trying to intimidate or stare down the giant (though with his intense focus who knows), but as if studying him intensly. Only Brutus bark makes him look away. Al blinks and looks at the dog "Oh right." he looks back to Freeman "You don't have to sound so afraid. Anyways, mind watching my dog a moment, seems they don't allow pets inside and with this heat, I rather not risk him getting dehydrated" he waits for an answer, and at least it didn't seem like he was studying the giant now. Carbon's face darkens with a blush, becoming the color of a gnumber two pencil, and he sits up a little more. Hey, as long as the guy didn't, well, do anything else intimidating he should be fine. He looks between Dog and Master and nods, slowly. "Oh! S-Sure.. I'll watch him." he says quickly.
Al nods and steps inside, needing to duck to get through the door commenting just before "Don't worry, he'll bite your hand off eventually". The DOG seems to give Carbon an apologetic look for his masters behavior. Brutus again goes up to carbon and begins to sniff and nuzzles him furiously, seeming the oppisite of Al for now. Inside, one can see people stareing at him, and his discomfort is clear. But at least he wasn't taking his sweet time either, as he seems to quickly place an order.
Freeman watches Four-Arm walk inside, then looks down at his apologetic canine. "Y-Yeah.. please don't bite me.. I d-don't want him getting mad if your b-break your teeth." he says as the dog starts sniffing him. The giant seems rather familiar with animals, and even seems to relax as he is 'studied'. As he is nuzzled, Freeman reaches behind n ear and scritches.. carefully of course since.. you know.. inhuman strength. "Good b-boy. You're awesome. Your master b-better get you some chicken nuggets later." he says, then looks up and watches the.. discomfort on the smaller giant's face.. in his posture. He frowns at that, staring at the people. "Thats n-not right.." he grumbles.
Al order comes swiftly. He had gotten a large coffee for himself, two bottles of water, some dozon donuts, and a roastbeef sandwich. A rather hefty order, but having fourarms does help with that. The dog DOES bite Freeman, but the pressure would suggest friendlyness as it quite gentle about it, that or the dog is very old and dosn't have a very strong bite anymore. Al comes out and looks between the two in judgment, the stares continue, but he takes a seat at Dyson table and begins placing his stuf on it, making sure none of it touches the comics or any would be equpment "So who are you?" he tasks simply enough
Freeman gives the dog a look as he is gnawed on, an pets him with his other hand. "C-Careful.." he rminds the canine.. Luckily the gnaw/bite is slow because if it had been sudden his flesh, already inpenetrable, would have hardened as well. He looks up as the owner returns, picking up his coffee. "Me?" he asks. "O-Oh, uh.. I'm F-Freeman, Freeman Lonsdale." he says by way of introduction. "L-Look, man.. I'm sorry for how they were s-staring in there. I mean.. They stared the f-first fewtimes I came in b-but I've been coming here for a while now and they tend to b-be pretty cool." The mutant defending the humans... novel.
"Heh is that so?" Al growls out "Guess it dosn't help I spend most of my time in my lab. Social...is not my speciaty, and alot of this is new to me" he concedes. The dogs ears perk as it listens to Freenman. The dog chews carefully and playfully. "Okay enough Brtus, I'm sure he dosn't want dog slobber all over his hand. Two of his hands are used to make a 'bowl' of water, which Brutus happily begins lapping from. His other two arms concentrate on the food. He eats a donute offering Freeman one as well "Anyways, Mr.Londsdale, I am Albert Schimdt. Or Just Al" some folks can be heard snickering saying Big Al (even if he was smaller then Carbon he was still huge). Al sighs "And yes, Big Al"
Okay, suddenly the giant seems to straighten, as if a little bit of steel has been slid up his spine. "E-Excuse me a second." he says and turns from Al to look at the source of the snikcering. "Y-You know.. You've seen me coming here f-for, what, almost three months. I thought you were all pretty nice. N-now you being extrememly rude. You c-could at least have the dignity to t-treat him with the same politeness and r-respect you've shown me. Unless you want to live u-up to teh old saying about how rude New Yorkers are." he tells them, even though he blushes the entire time. He looks back at Al, apologetic again. "S-Sorry about that." he mumbles. "It's a p-pleasure to meet youm Albert. And d-did you say lab?" he asks, slightly perking up. "I'm a Biochemisrty m-major, myself. And t-trust me.. This i-is still rather new to me as well." he sighs. "Social and m-me.. only the barest of aquainteances. I almost thought about taking courses o-online but.. my mom said it would be good for me to stop being a r-recluse. I was b-born like this so.. yeah."
Al seems to soften a bit for the first time since comming here. A smile seem to come onto his face as he hears Carbon's major "Oh? Well it is truely a field worth studying. I beleive everything has to do with chemistry. I myself have a PhD in both biochemistry and chemistry" Yea...he ain't no teen even if he has the deminor of one! "And yes. I have a lab down in Westchester, secluded since... well you know how chemistry can be. Though, I venture into.... the more magical forms of Alchemy as well" he says with a deep chuckle that shows golden teeth. But then he nods "Hmmm. If your saying like that I assume you are a mutant, yes? Sometimes I would have considered it Lucky if I was born a mutant, but I was not" he shrugs "Been like this...mabey two three weeks?"
Carbon looks down at the arms, amazed again. "Only a f-few weeks?" he asks. "W-wow... Then I /have/ to say I am impressed. I've only m-met a /few/ mutants in my life.. and a h-handful of them when they had j-just manifested.. and your control is amazing." he tells him. "I've had m-my entire life to l-learn my... limits? But i w-was't easy when the whole w-world around you is so.. fragile.. and so small. And when certain.. groups.. t-take an interest in you." he shakes his head. "You have /two/ PHD's.. Thats incredible. I mean, I hope to have two, or even three,some day. I a-actually have the education for m-most of one b-but.. not the credits. Chemisty h-has been an interest of mine since I w-was a god, especially biochem. FOr reasons." he motions to himself. "I also s-study Physics and when I get all my chem credits I will be working on m-my engineering...Wait.. Did you say Alchemy?" he asks, intrigued.
Al nods but before explaining the alchemy part he makes a small correction, well statement since Carbon didn't actualy say he was a mutant "First, let me be clear here. I am not a mutant, I WAS a regular human, not that it make me any better or worse mind you. But let just say four arms is easy compared to what I had to learn how to do, and even then I still mess up" as it stands, his 'beard' never does look like hair, just mass of some short of fluid like substance that blends or merges with his suit. "And unfortanly since my accident... I have had to relearn alot of my old information, making my degrees not mean as much" he says dejectedly. But then he smiles as Brutus lays under the table between the two "But yes Alchemy. I view it this way. As you know, biochemistry specifly focus on the chemistry of nature, and while chemistry foes inclide that, ir also includes such things as inorganic, enginerring of new substance, and the likes. Now Neither covers alchemy, the chemistry behind magic. Magic is a very real thing, and I was curious how it worked"
Carbon ohs, looking embarrased. "Sorry, I j-just assumed..." he says, then waves it off. "Though the e-end result, yeah, I guess is sort of the same. " He stares at the beard, fascinated byit's movement, almost with fluidic like properties.. He quickly looks back to his face proper and frowns. "Your d-degrees always matter, one way or another. F-first, they provide a basis.. a f-foundation.. and second, you still /w-orked/ for them.. Even if they p-prove to have faults, teh fact you learned from those faults m-means something." He reaches down and brushes his fingers along the dog's back. He nods at Al's explanations of chemistry vs biochemistry, accepting it because he knows it's true.. And he doesn't seem skeptical at all about Alchemy, just curious. "So while Alchemy i-is the study of the building b-blocks of magick.. Thaumaturgy would be t-the study of the f-forces behind it.. The ph-physics of it, if you will?"
Al snaps his fingers "Exactly. Magic, like everything else follows rules, some are easy to understand, because like all studies there are some fundamental things that hold true, though there are exceptions" he says. "In magic, everything comes from something. Even if a spell were to make, let say a mirror, that mirror came from SOMEWHERE. And just like chemistry or biochemisty it dosn't have to be completly understood to be used. Such as how baking alter batter into bread. The baker dosn't need to know the details, just how to do it" He pasues to let that sink in, his deminor has somewhat changed to that of a mentor, likely from past habit. "Those who practice Thaumaturgy are the baker. Those who are alchemists are the chemists of magic. Unfortanly they is VERY little information to go on. Since most magic users are not alchemist, and though human history has found some success, the methods have been lost"
Carbon has a thoughtful look on his face as parses this information. One could almost feel the neurons firing along the fullerene enhanced neural pathways of his brain as he analyzes, re-analyzes and calculates. He finally nods, as if understanding what he is bring told. Not /all/ of it, of course, since he hasn't been given any empirical information, but he is getting the gist. "I h-have only met one m-magic user so far.. not long ago in fact. You are right. They seemed more the b-bakers than th-the chemists or engineers..." he shakes his head. "I can sorta understand magic /having/ rules just like p-physical or life sciences.. Most of magics rules are probably.. m-mystical equivilants of them."
Al nods "Indeed, and perhaps their rules may not be so different then our rules. As you know, the rule of energy is, it is never loss, only chanaged. Their have been reported cases of 'energy' beings existing, even if rare. Some magic user call upon the names of a person, perhaps a possibly energy being. This being may provide the energy for the baking to happen" He was defintly taking a scientific approche to magic "But these are just hypothicus for now. But I have to study... myself.... to help gain results. Which is proving quite difficult" He then looks over carbon, Brutus, apprechin the scratches has layed his head in Carbons lap "ANd for that matter I would mind studying you. If I had to guess I would say you are made from a form of dull onyx OR more likely a form of rare occuring Carbon and wouldn't mind studying you... as well" this is said carefully and suggest that should an indication be made, he would drop the idea of Carbon being a study subject then and there. One of his hands rubs his beard, it ripples similar to ater as he fingers 'dip' in, the consinsty suggesting a far thicker and denser fluid, as it moves subtly of it's own accord "Have much practice in the lab Freeman?"
At one point in his life, the giant would have run away screaming at teh suggestion of being studied. Even today the idea makes teh giant seem a LITTLE bit uncomfortable, though his toughtful look doesn't much falter. "I am c-composed of Fullerenes.." he says, matter of factly. "Carbon 60.. Buckytubes and Carbon nano-filiments... Graphene.. A-All humans are carbon b-based lifeforms.. I'm j-just more carbon b-based then u-usual. And all the c-carbon i-in my body i-is interlinked so I am basically a w-walking, talking single longchain macro-moleecule." He picks up his coffee. "So my n-natural fullerene durability is augmented by the strong atomic force." he offers a slight smile. "Y-Yes, I have been studied before.. when I w-was a child. I spent the first ten y-years of my life in a g-government facility before my p-parents won back custody of me." he swirls his coffee around in it's cup. "So I had prctice i-in teh lab.. from teh expermients point of view.. but I have been studying it from the s-scientists perespective since. Thats why I am at MetroU... It h-has one of the best Chemistry l-labs, both standard and bio, i-in the country."
Al frowns slightly, but offer no apologies, Carbon has proably heard it all before. Instead he says "Well, I am glad your parent got you back, even if it did take ten years" he says lightly, noting the discomfort. He dosn't press that part of the mater for now, though there is curisoty there. He looks to the University "So I hear. I actualy came to see about a connection here to perhaps take their 'old' equipment off their hands for my lab" He sips his coffee "The goverment can be annoying, but I am registered in case anything should happen. Though I keep my capabilities, the ones that I know of on the down low usually" He says more to himself that intense focus back "A sample of you can prove useful. Natural Carbon 60 is difficult to find in large qunaties, though possible. Hmmmm. Can only think of one way to extract it. Far to unsafe. Decision, put on back burner untill safer procedure can be accounted for" as if he dosn't realise Carbon IS sitting right there. He then looks to Carbon "Well, despite the unfortanlites of how you came upon these things, it has at least led to something good. My own personal lab isn't... as fancy for a multitude of reason. But you would be welcome to visit it, if you find it difficult to get time in the labs here" he offers. It seem he was tracking everything Carbon said. The oddest thing then occures, the windows of the shop begin cracking, the cracks spread quickly but the windows never shatter. And then it...uncracks??? This certainly causes a few stares, but Al, along with the dog, ignores it opting to ask "How did those....events color your view of science exactly? Save the world? Walt Whiteman style? Perhaps something else completly?"
"Well, my parents had s-some help from a few human and mutant rights orginzations and protestors o-over the years so.. I h-have to say that y-yes, I am lucky. There are so many mutants whose f-families.." Dyson trails off, leaving the rest unsaid. "I'm n-not registered, myself. I'm a C-Canadian citizen h-here on an extended student v-visa. My father w-was american, though, and I have been thining a-about claiming my citizenship but... " he shrugs at that. "Samples a-are.. hard to get from me. I can't even s-scrape off skin cells l-let alone peirce my flesh. It's not just the Graphene dermis either.. it's the fact that peircing a single molecule is n-nearly impossible. I can give the less.. orthadox samples.." he blushes a bit at that. "B-Bodily fluids and such. But.. not until I get finished w-with a l-legal p[roject I am working on." he watches as the glass does that.. thing.. blinking in awe but notes that the other scientist ignores it completely. Weird.. He doesn't say anything about it, not yet, instead opting to answer teh question. "The scientgists who.. studied me.. Not all of them w-were bad. And m-most of them did have truly l-laudible goals. Some of them.. treated me better than others, teaching me.. and that m-made me realize that I h-had a lot to offer the world. A lot of p-people think b-because I am so strong and d-durable.. I should use my physical gifts.. But I want to make a difference from m-my own effort.. not /just/ because of a f-freak occureence of nature. I'm smart as well as physically p-powerful. I want to use that gift to make the w-world a better place."
Al raises an eyebrow and chuckles "I always find the idea of mutants being so.... special an odd thing. I know it refer to having the x-gene. But honestly, nature is engineered to mutate. I see no reason you cannot use both. Like a proper mixture, the right mix all the ingrediant, often lends to the best results" seeming to refer to btoh strength and smarts. "But still I am glad not all the scientis you met were Morrons" he seems to mean it, clearly not appreciting the idea what had happened to Dyson. "Though I could probably get a few" he says quietly. All phones and electronics nearby then die done for about ten second before ressuming buisness as usual. This causes some confusion from a variety of folks, but Al never notices, though Brutus does bark at Al. Al looks back "What?" he rolls his eyes and looks back to Carbon "What legal studies are you doing?"
Carbon didn't notice all the cellphones or tablets go wonky since his own is in his bag, still, he is surprised by all the confusion around him. "What?" he asks, seeming a bit confused but hey, this is New York. The strange is rather commonplace. He relaxes a little and looks back to Al. "Y-Yes, nature is designed to mutate.. If the mutation takes hold, it i-is passed on.. if it doesn't, it is wiped out within a n-number of generations at most.. Thats the basic t-tenants of Evolution." he picks up his coffee. "They a-are of a personal nature." he says, about the legal thing, shifting a bit. "it's b-been hard trying to get a full.. breakdown of my DNA. But I am working on a way of doing it and when I do.. I. uhm.. I a-am going to patent it."
Al chuckles "Well, that not a bad idea. Considering the last person who didn't have their dna patented got their family screwed over" he notes. "You may recall the HeLa cell line. As far as cells go, they got nothing out of it, despite the fact it lead to many ground breaking research" he says sourly. "Still I would gladly try to assist you. If you find that your genetic make up, or the matter that composes your person is completly unique, then I will defintly be of aid"
Carbon chuckles softly as well. "Y-you would not believe how much law relating t-to genetics I have kept researched i-in my life." he says, half joking. "But y-yeah, you're right.. It i-is amazing, though, how much of our science progress, e-especially medical, came out of ethically q-questionable or morally bankrupt e-experimentation." he reaches down and pets Brutus again. "I h-have a few other avenues, first.. O-offers that have been made.. There i-is even a.. renowned genetiscist in W-Westchester funny enough who h-has worked o-on me before.. But that does't mean i still wouldn't l-like to communicate with you.. So m-many things I wish to work on are partially dependent on my own chemical and physical structure... Thats why I am seeking the l-legal protection."
"Yes, legal protection would help. Especily if someone attempts cloning" Al nods "Indeed. Frankly, what would interest me more, is how your blood transfers oxygen, and in particular how your cells commit to omosis and other transbarrier procdure, let alone cell division. As you said, you are nearly impentrible molecular speaking" he says "It might be possible that your cells undergo a different kind of chemical reaction due to your atomic structure. The x-gene already represent a jump in evolution. But your carbinated form might suggest an even larger leap" he theorizes his brain clocking away "Or perhaps it not so odd. After all their is a snail who produce a shell coating litterly made of iron. It filter iron from it's diet and 'grows' it with a specialize form of osmosis so to speak. Your cells may work similarly" He then smiles "But do not worry about communicating with me. As I said, your welcome to my lab, you seem a good kid. Though... there are some particulars"
Carbon seems to have no problem following all that. HE nods here and there, looking again thoughfyl as he brings up possible mechanisms he hadn't quite fleshed out yet himself. "O-One of the few biological m-mechanisms I /do/ know is t-that... the chain g-gets loger and more complex as Iget older.. My body seems to s-suffer little to no cellular entropy. The cell division /seems/ to be slower in s-some ways, but that is b-because there seems to be very little of cells t-to be replenished. The d-doctor I m-mentioned.. he feels I may never stop g-growing. His last calculation is I will grow r-rougly an i-inch every 5-8 years so long as my biological processes a-aren't stopped." he shrugs at that, though teh thought clearly sort of bothers him. "What k-kind of particulars?"
Big Al clears his throat "Well as someone who has worked with chemisty and such, I have access to many kinds of chemicals. I tend to get mines mostly from natural resources" To emphasis this, he pulls out of his pocket a small globe, it is tinted black with gold viens. Inside are castor beans. He shows it to Carbon "Castor beans, eight of these is enough to kill a full grown adult" In short it IS a chemistry lab. "I'm sure you understand what I am saying there. That obviouse, what isn't obiouse is, that items in my house don't look normal so to speak. Case in point" he pulls out another sphere from his pocket - they eerily seem to be made of the same stuff as his beard, but solidified. Inside this one, it seem to have a crystal that is changing colors "THIS Mr.Londsdale, is crystalized sulfer. Thing in my house can look un-normal. So DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, doubt my labels"
Carbon looks on to the examples that Al produces with a mixed look of awe and maybe a BIT of trepidation. He nods slowly, taking the warnings as they are meant to be taken. Seriously. "Oh n-no, sir.. I mean, yes sir. I understand. I m-mean, why would anyone label a-anything OTHER than honestly and as acurately a-as they could.. B-beyond safety it would make any kind of p-proper formulation and documentaton of experimentation useless." he looks between the beans and the crystalized sulfer a moment, and just has to add.. "And y-you, uh, just carry these things around with you?" okay, maybe that was a LITTLE bit cheeky.
Now Al get a bit of a grin "Well I WAS going to make a few stink bombs and give them a toss" he wiggles his brows "And sulfer is a good ingrediant for that!" he says with a chuckle, putting the sulfer away. The bean though "And these just mkae a good snack" he crushes the container, the pieces seem to dissappear, leaving split castor beans (harmless unless digested, will not poison the air). He then litterly eats the beans, and there was defintly more then eight.
Carbon raises a brow at the casual disregard for the beans possibly poisonous properties (say that three times fast) but then his lips quirk just a little bit as he makes a few connections based on evidence. "So.. I t-take it you are immune to the bean's t-toxins?" he asks.
Al nods "Indeed. Though there's quite a bit more to it then that. But it seem your smart. Tell me Freeman, what do you think is fact about me?" His coffeee was all but gone now as he munches on another donute "Since I must say, your quite.... open with your genetic make up" he notes with appreciation. Though this might also be a test.
Carbon leans back in his seat and ponders the question a moment. "I d-don't have a LOT of evidence to go on.. especially since you s-state you bcame this way due to an accident which I a-assume was part of your alchemical e-experimentation.. something I s-still know little about." he says. "Your, uh, beard.. it isn't a beard.. The semi-fluidic motions seem to indicate at least p-part of your physical make up is smectic in nature.. T-That you can seemingly inbibe chemical compiositions of a n-nature harmful to humans seems to inicate either your b-body sequesters/filters these chemicals, or absorbs/transmutates them in some way... Which g-given given classical /fictional/ literature aboubt alchemical processes makes the l-latter more likely.. but thats is j-just supposition."
Al chuckles "Well your right on most accounts. I am a walking living alchemy and chemistry lab" he infor Carbon "And though it is a part of it, it does not grant me immunity" Clearly he finds this a game now, though he does subconsoucly rubs his hand agaist his 'beard', clearly finding it a bit of a selfconciouse part (yea he noticed Carbon stareing at it memomtarily earlier on, and he wouldn't be the first). Carbon notes the chin stroking and quickly looks up, blushing. "Sorry." he says, quickly, looking a bit sheepish. "No immunity at a-all? Wouldn't being a walking laboratory mean that, by it's very definition, you are afforded immunity?" he asks.
"Not your fault. Just something I haven't.... completly gotten used too either" Al shakes his head "Anyways, No, by immunties definition, it means something the ability of an organism to resist a particular toxin or infection. And to qualify as an organism, one must have cells. Which I have none" Let that part sink in, Studying and guaging Carbon's reaction carefully
Carbon thinks for a moment. "/Terrestrial/ life requires c-cellular structure.. and even then not a-all life scientists agree that virii and viroids shouldn't b-be considered life forms.. thus qualifying them as acellular l-lifeforms..Organic nucllei not seperated b-by cell membranes.." he trails off. "But that i-is still open to debate. Unless you are some sort of m-mass acellular colony.. Like some sort of, uh, alchemical nanotechnology.." he even says that with a straight face.
Al chuckles seeming /very/ impressed by the straight face AND the theorising "Mabey alchemical nanotechnology. But no, I am not even made of an acellular colony, far as I can tell. I have no dna either. At least not that my research has been able to reveal. I MAY have dna that exist in a different form, or perhaps his a different chemical formula then standard DNA, which I guess would mean it's not dna, but still a building block." he scratches his head, it's clear he dosn't completly understand it himself "So far, it seem that I am in simplist term is an undocumented form of matter, or perhaps even a new state of matter. And though it would seem I am a form of construct, I couldn't count as that either" he crosses his arms, all four of them seeming distressed "Was almost 'goverment property' myself becuase of it"
Well it seems both of them are in a similar boat. Not understanding themselves. "J-ust becauyse you haven't discovered any DNA analog d-doesn't mean you are a construct.. We have h-hypothisized for years that there is probably life that doesn't /USE/ DNA to p=pass on encoded information. But again.. supposition." he chuckles and is about to say something else when.. his watch beeps. The looks at the bluetooth enabled device and frowns, then curses. "Crap.. my lab p-partner is expecting me.." He quicly drains his coffee and stands.. Then looks down at Al. "Sorry t-to have to run.. Sensitive expeiment.. I have an email address.. carbonknight@gmail.com.... thats carbon and knight, like th-the medaevil warrior type." he says, blushing.
Al nods "Best head off" he takes a few moment to commit the email to mind "....going to actualy have to find my email!" And with that he waves good bye, Brutus barking at Carbon in farewell!