Summary: Xander comes up with another invention to try to help save lives.
Word Count: 575
Xander’s chipper when he appears, coffee in hand, for the research summons. The only time this is ever true is when he’s been up all night and isn’t even aware he probably should’ve slept, so Willow’s a little concerned. “I’ve been thinking,” he begins.
“Uh-oh,” Giles responds, sarcasm evident in both syllables, and Xander grins, unhurt.
“Har bloody har,” is his response, only the ghost of the accent is actually kind of accurate, and that’s weird and new. “Anyway,” he continues, now that Giles is quiet in what is probably shock, “…the whole idea with the scanning wasn’t a bad one. We just needed to be a little more careful. Star and I have determined that her reading things silently is like a human reading things silently because she hasn’t been able to cast any chanty spells like that, so if we have her read and store information, it won’t lead to any Moloch-shaped situations. Of course, we’ll use one of her forks, just so the original isn’t in any danger, but I was thinking,” he turns to Willow, “…we could maybe create a database. Include an intent option for access, so, say, if you have a close encounter of the ghostly kind, you can access the information about ghosts. Stuff pertinent to your unique unfortunate situation. If you don’t—say, if you’re, say, the government trolling for data—it’s like the database doesn’t even exist. We’d need to use a blend of magic and tech to pull it off, which, happy days, is just what I specialize in. Whaddya say, Wils? Sound like a good time?”
“We could save more lives, and it’s an interesting project…” she answers cautiously, able to follow the nonstop talking. “But let’s shelve it for now, okay? More immediate life-saving right now.”
He blinks like he’s completely forgotten why they’re even there, and then looks around. “Oh. Right. Yeah, okay.” He sits down and begins gulping down the coffee.