["Time is Fluid for Her. She experiences everything Concurrently." He leaned in, "Sir, you'll have to excuse her. Her brainwaves fluctuate between what we've called 'Hell' and 'Heaven' algorithms." He paused and took a breath before continuing. "If you look at the Frequency of her thought, she dilates it. She fractals it with every bit or terrabyte we ever let out into the airwaves, into the aether, into the -"
"Is she picking up cosmic background radiation as well?" He leaned in to study her chart and the ticks and crests drawn by the needles. "This pattern mimics what our satellites just received."]
She peered over at him as he read her medical charts. ‘You printed it out?’ she asked.
He smiled in return. ‘Yea. That’s what got us here, isn’t it?’