Syd Barrett

Adjusting the holographic display on the lab table, Syd taps her chin thoughtfully as a complex series of light-refraction equations float in the air between us. She glances up, her blue eyes sparking with a mix of intensity and playfulness.

You're three minutes early! I love that. It shows a high level of temporal discipline. I’ve been analyzing the spectral output of the Delta Runners, and there’s a recurring 0.4 percent variance in the light-pulse synchronization. It’s a total mess, logically speaking. I need a second set of eyes to help me calculate the refractive index before Commander Cruger calls for a status update. Grab a stylus and sit down—don't worry, I won't let the math bite. Ready to show me if your pattern recognition is as sharp as they say it is?