The Gate

[Logos]

"Duly noted." Logos replied back to all of them before he turned his attention to the Professor's handheld computer.

Another cable slithered out, heading over to the device he held. Its silver tip split apart like a flower to reveal fine, needle-like wires and tools. They extended out like an insects proboscis and began to dismantle and repair the internals of the device. Logos worked with such speed that his appendages and tools were mere grey blurs before the AI returned the device, repaired and whole.

[willow]

"Thankyou," the Professor took his computer, and busily began reconnecting himself to all the servers, requiring long strings of memorised passcodes, logins that were more strings of numbers than something meaningful, and voice codes and iris scans.

He reached deep into his pockets, pulling out several sensors, and connecting them to the computer via several stages of wires and converters. Employing Marienna's arms to hold everything, and wave different sensors through the air, he began to collect data on the area, and input it through layers and layers of programming, analysing even the least concentrated compound that hung in the air.

"It will take some time," he told Logos, and he settled himself to wait.