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[absentconstellation]

Ghosts have no power over the mortal realms. They can share only thoughts. Memories.

[termineur]

[ He frowns a bit, expression vaguely soured. He hadn't been talking about ghosts, cat. But...okay, he can see why you might have thought that. ]

The nanomachines in this town seem to be helping things along in that area. It seems a few people's personalities have imprinted in some places, and that lets them interact with people. House calls them 'data ghosts'. I figure that's pretty accurate.

Kesara's gotten pretty lucky by talking to them in the school, it sounds like.

[absentconstellation]

[ He makes a noncommittal cat noise. ]

I am not familiar with this technology. It sounds very much like the ghosts I am familiar with.

[termineur]

I don't think anyone's familiar with this technology, so you're not alone there. I just thought I'd mention in case something happened we weren't expecting. At least here, it'd...probably be good? Or helpful, anyway. But we'll see.

House calls you Starcat. Do you, uh, have a name you prefer?

[absentconstellation]

I do not. My true name is not one you could comprehend.

[termineur]

[ ...huh. The idea that he couldn't comprehend a name makes him more than a little skeptical. What, is this cat some sort of eldritch horror?

But 'Zane' is more polite than that, and answers simply. ]

Okay, then. I won't worry about it. I'll see you soon?

[absentconstellation]

[ Sadly for everyone in the universe, the Cat would fine Sylar far more interesting than Zane. ]

You shall.