maskormenace | [Video]

Hello, imPorts. Today, I'm here to talk to you about the importance of being a hero.

It's right there, isn't it?

ImPort. Im-port-ance!

[He claps his hands together to punctuate the word and grins.]

You are important, here, to this world as one of its heroes. Like The Avengers or The Justice League, every one of you has or was given some special skills to make you unique and to make you a hero.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it now. You will. You were brought here for a purpose and you must all act accordingly. It doesn't matter what you did in your past. What counts is the here and the now and moving forward!

Maybe you're already making great strides to help. Maybe you're new and lost. Either way, you are important and a hero and always keep that in mind. With evey action. With every interview. You are the public face of imPorts; all of you!

Be the best hero that you can be and together we can prevail. We will overcome any threat. Break through any boundary. Foil any nefarious scheme. Believe in yourself, and believe in the people around you.

We will win this fight; whatever fight comes our way. Maybe through negotiations. Maybe through physical force. No matter what your power or skillset, you can use it to your best advantage. Your best power is right up here.

[He taps the side of his head.]

Your mind. Your will. Your belief in yourself and in others.

Keep hold of that and you will succeed.

[He looks pleased, pausing a moment before adding.]

Now I am open to any questions you may have. The floor is yours.

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[Beck answers the door promptly. He's dressed more casually, in a neat green sweater and tan trousers. Not nearly as flashy as his heroic outfit that he wore for his motivational network speech.]

Thanks for coming.

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name...

[He pauses, expectantly, but does step aside so Poe could enter the room. It's a basic imPort apartment with no particularly outstanding personal touches as yet. It looks like he's been keeping things tidy; nothing out of place.]

Poe Dameron.

[ There’s no point being coy about his name or giving a false one - his face is too famous here on Earth. Glancing at a tabloid would give his identity away. So there’s no point.

He’s dressed in a leather jacket, cream shirt and black skinny jeans, as one does, and he steps into the apartment and glances around with a sharp eye. ]

Quentin, right?

Quentin Beck.

[He holds out a hand to shake, if Poe will take it. Poe may notice that Beck's manner is friendlier and not so over the top, as in his speech. Just a friendly, regular guy. He'd obviously been putting on a kind of act for the network posting.]

Now, do you want me to explain more about my tech first or do you just want to jump into a demonstration?

[ Given the three very different posts by this guy, the fact that he’s different in person is not something that comes as a surprise. But Poe takes the offered hand easily, giving a firm but friendly shake. No posturing. It’s not what he’s here for. ]

I’d say explanation, but let’s be real, I’m more of a hands on kind of guy. I’ll pick up what it’s about faster if you show me rather than tell me.

[Which personality is the real Quentin Beck? Even he may not have an answer for that. It's subject to change with no notice at any time.]

Fine then. We'll get right to it.

[He pushes his sleeve up slightly. On his wrist is some sort of device with a touch screen and he begins quickly pressing some things on it.]

Think of a memory... A pleasant one.

[Once Poe starts doing so, suddenly around them the apartment will vanish, to be replaced by what memory Poe is thinking about. It will seem to be very real, at least visually. Only odd point out will be that Beck is still standing in front of him.]

[ There's only one thing that comes to mind when he's told to pull up a pleasant memory. The room disappears, replaced by the lush jungles of his home planet of Yavin. They're in a small clearing of the jungle, a little boxy-looking white building off to one side.

And just to the side of Quentin, an A-Wing with a handsome woman in a green flight suit is leaning from the ladder leading up to the cockpit, smiling past Poe.

He feels his heart lurch and he swallows, unable to quite drag his eyes away from her for a long few seconds. Finally he forces himself to focus on Beck. ]

Right. Well. This isn't creepy at all. Your tech reading my memories, somehow?

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[Beck glances around, curious, but still tapping at his device and more focused on that. Interesting... He looks to Poe to reply.]

Yes. It taps directly into your brain through certain frequencies. You can already see the many ways this can be used, can't you?

Re-experience memories in their most vivid form. Witnesses could show rather than simply tell their stories - a much more accurate way to solve crimes. This can bring up memories that have been buried deeper in the subconscious.

And of course, it can be used as a therapeutic tool to safely explore and even manipulate the memory. It can be changed to make it a better one or people can directly deal with their trauma though this, facing fears or past mistakes.

[ Poe had some very bad experiences, with people who could read his mind. Torturous experiences. So to say that he was quickly getting unnerved was putting it mildly. He grit his teeth, his spine straightening, but otherwise his expression didn't change. ]

Yeah. I can see a lot of ways this could be used.

How much can you actually see? Just what I'm thinking about?

What you see here.

[He waves at their surroundings. He can't actually read minds, as such. The tech interprets the memories as data, then processes them outward.]

Anyone within range can see it. It projects your memories out, at least visually and audibly. I'm still working on the other senses.

[He makes some adjustments and Poe's memory around them begins vanishing in a electrical-looking blue kind of static, fading away until the apartment is there once more.]

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[ He relaxed a fraction as the scene faded away. ]

And you can't force someone to look at a particular memory? Or trick them into it?

Honestly? It's possible, but it's not my intention here.

[ Poe gave him a hard look, at that, and let out a breath.

Great. Not really what he wanted to hear, but at least the man admitted it. ]

So. Hypothetically. Guy tells you he wants you to help him overcome his PTSD, using your tech. What's that look like?

Is this about the anonymous person who was asking for help with a broken mind?

Was that you?

[ Poe faltered. He'd never been great at lying, certainly not on the spot. ]

Someone I care about. [ He replied instead. Vague, but true. ]

So you can see why I wanted to see for myself if this was going to help them or hurt them.

Ah, a friend of yours then.

I aim to use this technology to help people. It has been used in the past for such therapies.

[Even though it annoyed him that those who funded it though that the only purpose it could - or should - be used for.]

You are free to join them to observe, if they allow it and if they decide to go ahead with this sort of treatment service.

[ He tsked lowly under his breath. ]

So, what, you just... let them see the stuff that hurt them? Do you talk to them? Help them? Or are they just supposed to work it out for themselves?

I can guide them through the process but I am no therapist myself. I suppose it could be thought of as a unique self therapy.

Right.

[ He sounds skeptical, and he glances back to the door. ]

I'll think about it. But I think I've seen enough.

Fine then. If your friend decides to go through with it, let me know.

[And he'll see Poe out when he's ready to leave.]

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