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Miguel was giving today’s movie a scowl. “We’re not even watching this one, because it fails spectacularly. I'm not sure who put it on my list, and I'm not even showing it. You can watch it on your own if you want. The point is, we’re working on matter transporters. Trying to get things from one place to another without physically picking them up and moving them. There are a lot of potential applications of this one, from fast shipping to military infiltration. And first lesson of science - do not try it on yourself first! If there’s any other choice.”

That really ought to go without saying.

"See if you can make a working matter transporter. If you do, we'll talk patents."

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Because directions might make it easier for people to figure out they were all being shepherded down the technological advancement path by giant sentient mechanical cuttlefish who planned to wipe them out in a hundred-something years, probably.

"Because it's old. Really old." Peebee shrugged, then sighed. "That's my best guess, anyway. I mean, I don't even have the directions for the blender I bought three months ago any more, you know?"

Miguel barked in laughter. "Okay, point. Still, you can take the blender apart if you need to."

If he ever got to Peebee's world, he was totally going to try to take a mass effect relay apart.

THAT WOULD CAUSE A GALACTIC INCIDENT, MIGUEL. See, this was why so many people in Citadel space side-eyed humans.

. . . not that Peebee wouldn't try to take one apart herself if she had the opportunity.

"Yeah, I kind of did that about a week after I got it?"

"Yeah? Learn anything cool?"

Peebee snickered. "Mostly that centrifugal force is a highly underrated source of fun?"

Look, some people liked the challenge of finding fun in weird places.

Miguel cracked up. "You do the hero thing at all when we get invaded? I need you on our baseball team. You'd get a kick out of it."

Wait, she was a kid. He probably shouldn't suggest that. "Um. If you're not staying safe in the dorms like a responsible person."

"Pfft, stay in the dorms? Who does that?" Not Peebee, that was for sure. "I usually like to have some kind of say in saving my own ass, and the more unconventional the better."

"Last invasion, I slung the things around and Zack sliced them in two," Miguel said. "Like baseball."

"Not too familiar with that one," Peebee said, giving her relay shaped paperweight a pile out of spite. "But I'm guessing that A) there's a ball involved, and B) that's not how it's usually played? I like it."

"You throw a ball at a bat and hit it," Miguel explained. "It's just our balls were weird naked dog things and the bat was a huge sword."

"Definitely a lot less boring," Peebee said, nodding. "I'd be up for it."

"I'll find you to throw something at next time," Miguel promised. "What can you fight with? Weapons, abilities...?"

"Yes," Peebee replied. "I've got pretty good aim, but I'm better with my biotics. I still think fondly about throwing frozen sharks into a tornado a while back. Ah, that was a good time."

"Think I missed that one," Miguel said. "Do I want to know?"

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