It’s early in the morning when he awakens, both from his surgery and recharge. He’s surprised to find himself reasonably refreshed, as waking up from any form of forced unconsciousness leaves one feeling groggy and even more tired.
Note read, almost forgotten about and then quickly remembered. No fiber in his frame wants to drag itself to the academy, but Meme promised a fellow classmate his assistance in an engineering project.
Whether he wants or not, he needs to haul his aft to the academy. Meeting with Senator Shockwave is inevitable.
On his way to the academy, he beelines it straight to the destination, unlike his preferred route which would have taken him around key points where police patrols often hung around. Even though Meme’s status as an outlier hasn’t been exposed (yet), the helicopter has always done his best to avoid detection, just in case.
However, seeing the changes brought by the surgery, he feels a sense of security that, for the first time, his original spark frequency won’t give him away. Nothing in him gives him that twisting, choking feeling in his fuel pumps that his spark is about to reset back to its comforting and yet extremely unstable signature.
It looks like they have finally fooled it to accept the change, through a loophole.
His project partner is nowhere to be found at the scene in these early hours. He takes it as an opportunity to meet up with Senator Shockwave and get mutual reassurance that Meme is well and alive.
He knocks on the office doors, letting himself in.
Having been at the academy since very early morning as per usual, he had been occupied reviewing some mandatory reports, some about his duties as a senator, some about the state of the academy, and others being details about Meme’s surgery the night prior, it feeling necessary to Shockwave to give him a report on it. Whether Meme will actually review it and understand the contents, it was up to him of course.
Shockwave greets him with a quick glance and a smile, sorting through the pile of documents on his desk. “Of course. I should know how you are holding up, even if it hasn’t been that long. I did leave you there when I concluded that no further action was needed to stabilize your condition, but it’s always most efficient to hear from you.” Because he doesn’t expect Meme would speak up if he felt something was wrong, seeing that he hadn’t said anything about the pain of the usual operation. So perhaps it is best to ask him directly.
After gathering the reports of the surgery, he reaches to hand them over to Meme. “Here’s the whole process in detail. But I expect it doesn’t interest you all that much? What I did was conceal your spark signature with that of another one’s frequency. It should hold up for a decent amount of time, but exposure to situations that will have your spark acting up can damage the conceal, and your own frequency will crack through. That will be suspicious, for sure.” He tries to simplify it as best as he can, no need to explain the science behind it to Meme.
“Avoid extreme stress and try not to use your powers excessively at once. It’s a method still in development, so the spark conceal is more fragile than we would like it to be at the moment. But I would still like to run some tests. Can you create something large in size, and tell me if it makes you feel any different?”