by Cam Beckett » Mon Jun 19, 2017 9:11 pm
Cam had spent several days tinkering in the lab.
The problem, as he saw it, was two-fold. He had to interact with Nailah's power itself, and that was easier said than done. If she shot beams of prediction out of her hands, that'd be easy, but it was entirely an internal process. Now, Cam wasn't a telepath himself, but it struck him that the X-Men already had a way to monitor someone's mental patterns. The modern Cebera wouldn't work -- too stationary, too liquidy. The old-school Cebrero wouldn't really work, either -- it was far too powerful for what was required of it, for one, and too fragile -- one good smack upside the head with a 2-by-4 and the entire thing would go kaput -- but it was a starting point.
Which is why he had commendeered an equestrian sport-helmet and started welding and supergluing shit to it -- just for a prototype, you understand. The resulting monstrosity -- with antennae, digital readouts, switches and levers and buttons would not win any prizes for fashion or, for that matter, comfort -- the interior had three metal buttons, essentially, sticking inside that would rest somewhat uncomfortably on the subject's head -- but for a first-draft, it could have been worse. With the helmet, Cam was hoping to monitor Nailah's power's reaction, and translate that data into some sort of output framework for analysis. Wires and cables connected it to a bank of computers -- Cam assumed they weren't being used for anything -- and then into a laptop.
The second part of the problem was defining what was "good" and what was "bad", and that's the other aspect he hoped to test today.
With all that in mind, he paged Nailah to the lab, sat, and waited.