“It’s magnificent, isn’t it?” Fitz jumped in. “We call it the BUS. Best to use shorthand in the field and all.”
Skye rolled her eyes as they walked up the ramp. “You’ve been in the field three times, Fitz.”
“No more than you have, Skye.”
“Yes, it is. I went undercover in Quinn’s villa like two weeks ago.” Skye stated. “Don’t you remember, goldfish brain?”
“I’ll have you know my memory is levels higher than the likes of a goldfish.” Fitz retorted, offended. “It’s more like a mo—“
“Actually, that’s possibly false.” Simmons cut Fitz off. “Explicit memory, like long term and short term are both based in the hippocampus area of the brain. Many higher-level brain function animals as well as humans share this, along with the ability to use spatial cognition. Which is how we can visualize things in our head, like a map. Only fish, including a goldfish— are commonly believed to be lower-level brain function life forms, which in fact that is false. The reason why it’s so commonly misunderstood is they do not share the hippocampus area of the brain. However, they do in fact have an analogous to the hippocampus so they aren’t missing out on too much. So while their brains are substituting to make up for the loss of the hippocampus, it does not make them any less lacking in the memory department.” She finished with a smile.
“Or you could have just said it’s a saying that’s false and left it at that.” Skye deadpanned.
“But there’s no fun in that, Skye, it’s science!”
“Boring science.” She muttered.
Simmons scoffed, hurt. “Science is far from boring, it’s amazing. It explains so much, like biology,”
“Gravity,” Fitz supplied.
“Chemistry,”
“Physics,”
“life,”
“Electricity,”
“Engineering—“
“Okay, Okay!” Skye cut them off. “We get it!”
