I'm not sure how it works, [Gene admits,] but it hasn't been wrong yet.
[He puts the gummy down on the lab bench, looks at it, and queries the ring, ignoring his headache. What is it? How can we make more?
There's nothing for a moment. And then...too much.
Chemical compounds. Theory of mana. Gel recipes. Without the other rings to act as limiters, there's simply too much information for him to process in one burst, and it just keeps coming. He can't retain it; it's like trying to drink from a firehose, trying to fit the entirety of the ocean into an eyedropper.
There's too much. There's too much.
His brain pops the mental circuit breaker to protect against the onslaught of information, and he loses consciousness, collapsing and convulsing as the excess neural energy works itself out. He's shaking, his eyes are rolled back in his head, and the ring on his finger is flashing crimson as it tries to feed more and more information into his already overloaded body.]
whoopsie daisy
[He puts the gummy down on the lab bench, looks at it, and queries the ring, ignoring his headache. What is it? How can we make more?
There's nothing for a moment. And then...too much.
Chemical compounds. Theory of mana. Gel recipes. Without the other rings to act as limiters, there's simply too much information for him to process in one burst, and it just keeps coming. He can't retain it; it's like trying to drink from a firehose, trying to fit the entirety of the ocean into an eyedropper.
There's too much. There's too much.
His brain pops the mental circuit breaker to protect against the onslaught of information, and he loses consciousness, collapsing and convulsing as the excess neural energy works itself out. He's shaking, his eyes are rolled back in his head, and the ring on his finger is flashing crimson as it tries to feed more and more information into his already overloaded body.]