"Maybe..." he murmurs. "If he wasn't planning to deal with them some other way."
There are a few other ways he can think of to deal with people who can't die, and that's supposing their immortality still works for them in the same way. They've established here many times that what works in one way in one world doesn't work that way here. Maybe the Head has his ways.
He distractedly strokes Hank's palm under his thumb as he analyses the signals from the implant, and they're strong now. It used to be fainter, vaguer, like some kind of odd interference was stopping him picking up the specifics. Now everything is clear and crisp, and with very little effort Connor can feel his own hand stroking Hank's palm as if it were his own palm too.
He wonders how much Hank can feel from him, too - if the background processes keeping his systems working, his sense of time running at the right rate, his temperature within a tenth of a degree of standard, if those are all tangible.
...If Hank can feel and understand the sensory data Connor's picking up from the environment around them. Ambient temperature, noises from outside that Hank himself can't hear, the little electrical frequencies of their phones and the bug Connor just pulled out of the vent in the bathroom, sitting harmlessly on the desk.
(He even for a second finds himself wondering if Hank could use Connor's processing power to think or react faster, in a crisis, say.)
There are so many possibilities to explore with something like this.
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There are a few other ways he can think of to deal with people who can't die, and that's supposing their immortality still works for them in the same way. They've established here many times that what works in one way in one world doesn't work that way here. Maybe the Head has his ways.
He distractedly strokes Hank's palm under his thumb as he analyses the signals from the implant, and they're strong now. It used to be fainter, vaguer, like some kind of odd interference was stopping him picking up the specifics. Now everything is clear and crisp, and with very little effort Connor can feel his own hand stroking Hank's palm as if it were his own palm too.
He wonders how much Hank can feel from him, too - if the background processes keeping his systems working, his sense of time running at the right rate, his temperature within a tenth of a degree of standard, if those are all tangible.
...If Hank can feel and understand the sensory data Connor's picking up from the environment around them. Ambient temperature, noises from outside that Hank himself can't hear, the little electrical frequencies of their phones and the bug Connor just pulled out of the vent in the bathroom, sitting harmlessly on the desk.
(He even for a second finds himself wondering if Hank could use Connor's processing power to think or react faster, in a crisis, say.)
There are so many possibilities to explore with something like this.