"Why is it you keep people's remains here?" Mohinder had been asking for roughly the same reason that Gabriel was concerned by. "Burial plots? Family memorials? That doesn't bother anyone?"
JC shook his head, causing the static to drop from his hair as he stepped through and to the side of the door leading to the Archive. "Your possessions, your body, they will be covered in chronotons. And working here, with Torchwood, you have to be willing to give up your family and your connections for periods of time. No one can know what we do, but we do it for the betterment of all mankind."
Mohinder was the first through the door after JC and the room lit up in ambers and golds. It looked like a grand library, shelves stretching far to the ceiling. There were books and objects everywhere. In the center of the room, flanked by five archways deeper inside, was a table with a typewriter, paper, and a massive console computer. "Is that...?"
"The catalogue, yes. You're not loaded into the system so it won't trigger your presence. But let's wander the halls instead. I know where the children's section is."
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JC shook his head, causing the static to drop from his hair as he stepped through and to the side of the door leading to the Archive. "Your possessions, your body, they will be covered in chronotons. And working here, with Torchwood, you have to be willing to give up your family and your connections for periods of time. No one can know what we do, but we do it for the betterment of all mankind."
Mohinder was the first through the door after JC and the room lit up in ambers and golds. It looked like a grand library, shelves stretching far to the ceiling. There were books and objects everywhere. In the center of the room, flanked by five archways deeper inside, was a table with a typewriter, paper, and a massive console computer. "Is that...?"
"The catalogue, yes. You're not loaded into the system so it won't trigger your presence. But let's wander the halls instead. I know where the children's section is."