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Hank sits at the table near the Infirmary, watching the bar and eating a large breakfast. For once, he isnt tapping at his laptop, but instead just wtaching people.

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Susan raises an eyebrow. "If you mean how long have I been in the bar, I've been here... almost a month, I think."

"Excellent. Welcome to the madness, then. Anything like this happen where you come from?"

A wry look hovers about the corners of her mouth. "Oh, apart from saving the Discworld and talking with witches and following in my grandfather Death's footsteps, no, not really..."

hank grins.

"Sounds like your world and mine have a lot in common... other than shape, that is. We have a lot of weird class stuff happen there too."

he flags a wait rat.

"Can I get you anything?"

"I'm sure." She eyes his blue fur wryly. "Magic, for instance. No, thank you, I'm fine."

He blinks, looks down.

"This?"

he points to his fur.

"This isnt magic it's science. But yes, we have lots of magic too. Also time traveling, alien invaders and evil twins."

Such things are old hat for Hank these days.

"Science." She looks at him disbelievingly. The closest thing the Discworld has to scientists are Alchemists, which spend more time blowing things up than turning them blue and furry. "Alien invaders...?"

"Beings from another world, coming to our world to invade, conquer, kill... the usual mnadness. Seems aliens are no more different inside, than humans."

And he grins.

"And yes, science. On Earth it is very valid."

Susan grimaces. "I think we have enough problems on our own world to deal with. What is your--science?"

He ponders how to answeert.

"Well, science is a trial oriented and based system of testing facts. Say you wanted to know how long soemthing was? You would measure it, but science provides the system of measurements and how to judge it, and even allows you ot use math to see the whole without taking every measurement. It is the systyem of using facts to prove other facts. When you have enough, you can do just about anything."

he grins.

"In my world, science and magic often can do the same things, just differently."

Susan nods slowly. "But you said that you--well, looked that way--because of science..."

"Yes. Science can define anything. And in searching for truth we have managed to define the very building blocks that make us look the way we do. See, at the very smallest level, there are things called genetic codes, like a magic spell. The codes determine exactly how a person will look. Well, some of those aliens I mentioned? They messed with the human genetic codes, and created an unpredictable code in the human genome, which is another word for the code, that unopredictable code makes mutants, which is what we call people like me, show uop every now and then."

All of this is making a faint 'whoosh' noise as it flies over Susan's head, but she manages a nod. "Oh... I see. And... there are more people like you? Blue and furry?"

"a couple, but since the code is unpredictable, it makes things odd in different ways every time, so no two mutants are quite the same."

"Ah, yes." Susan smiles politely. "Er... if you'll excuse me, I need to go..."

hank sighs.

He rises and bows to her.

"I will see you later, Madame. "

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