47519:Dialog
Only a construct. You know that. Let others suffer with its relativity. (Turns to face the man – a big smile on his face) Whether you catch this one or the next, you will…
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47517:Dialog
Damn your caution, Möbius! I have spent way too many years in places I don’t belong! Time is…
47511:Action
Möbius (ignoring the anxious energy behind him) commands the six floating holographic panels that circle around his body. Tapping a finger on one panel sends a colorful ripple of waves across another. He swipes away a screen to his left, allowing another to swoop in to take its place.
47510:Action
Behind him, the Body Suit Man is covered (head to toe) in skin-tight elastic latex adorned with various metallic gadgets. As the man watches Möbius work, his fingers fidget with his suit – stretching it off his skin only for it to instantly snap back snuggly against his flesh.
47509:Action
Möbius (crouched down on one knee) is a display of contradictions. He wears a sleeveless steampunk styled trench coat over shimmering paper-thin body armor. Leather aviator goggles atop his head are bedazzled with self-aware nano-technology. Small AI gadgets literally crawl up and down his arms. And resting at his feet is a long samurai sword
47507:Text
Out of sight from the millions of technology-clad citizens and artificial intelligence buzzing around 31st century Manhattan, Möbius silently toils away in the dark while a man in a body suit watches intently over his shoulder.