Regular Doctor's visit and progress report

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As any mother and expecting mother will be lecturing you about, it's important to get regular check ups withy our doctor, especially if the your family has a history of pregnancy complications.

Ofcourse, considering that everything up until now has been going just fine, no bugs or errors, this cycle's visit to the doctor's office is really a formality. Mairi's started to look forward to talking to Mr. Scanner.

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....Bing?

There is a pause before the barrage of sweeps begins again.

OH HAI MR. SCANNER!

Bing! BING!Bing! Bing!

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"I believe..." Phong looks over at Bob. "Would you terribly mind if I scanned you, my son?"

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"...what, with that?"

Kinda small for scanning a fully compiled program, isn't it?

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Phong waves a spindly hand. "It will function. I merely wish to verify something."

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"Well, okay..." Bob scoots over.

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Phong gives him an over-the-glasses look. "Armour..."

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Bob rolls his eyes and starts unbuckling his armor. (He's only going to strip to the waist unless Phong specifically requests otherwise.)

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That'll do fine. Phong holds the sensor ready. "Now, please execute one of your Glitch-powers."

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"--which one?" says Bob, taken aback.

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"Any one."

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Hm. Well, there are no Tears in the vicinity, which limits the options somewhat... Bob holds his hands out and generates a small containment bubble in midair.

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Phong directs the sensor at Bob's hands and checks the output window. He shakes his head. "Another, please."

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Now a simple shapeshift, turning his hand into a cutting blade and back again.

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"No..."

And so on.

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Shields turn up nothing. So do more complex shapeshifts. Finally... "Phong, there's nothing left to try except energy beams, and I'm not gonna do that indoors..."

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"Indulge an old sprite." He points at a desk. "I never liked that mug anyway."

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Bob quirks an eyebrow. "Well, okay, if you say so..."

Bzzzzap.

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The mug explodes in a slight spatter of residual cocoa, and a piece of machinery beeps. "Ah!" exclaims Phong. "I believe we have a match."

Then he pauses to consider what he's just said. "Oh, dear."

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"Phong. You did not just say Mairi currently has the ability to shoot energy beams."

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That's not good.

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"The signal is very faint," Phong says hastily. "It matches Bob's output immediately prior to discharge, but on a much lower frequency. I would take her to be charging, very gradually."

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"She's growing, very gradually."

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"...what's she charging up for??"

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"To discharge. It appears to be an automatic function."

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Oh.

Well.

That's.

Just.

PERFECT.

Dot's just going to be facepalming and sighing right here, after giving Bob a long look. No trouble. Right.