[The partner was loud and arrogant, so it was best to not tangle with him and ostracize what little he had with Viktor. Besides, he had other matters to attend to and avoiding those of Runeterra had crept up the list, but they were all disappearing again to leave the original four plus Viktor. Perhaps he would stay. Perhaps he would not.

Silco walked smoothly around the lab, examining it. He had been in many little workshops that inventors had set up, including that of the doctor, his daughter and other inventors in need of funding for their wild ideas. This place was generally cleaner than the others, but it also showed signed of works in progress too.]

I'll remind you that still makes you young enough to be my offspring. [Not that Silco was interested or cared for such dalliances. He had been too busy surviving back then, scratching out a living.]

So, boy, you have nothing to show for all of your efforts? Perhaps there is a lack of motivation based on the excuses I'm hearing. The simulation holds us, but we operate within it rather freely. You simply need to convince it that what you have enhances rather than detracts from it. [Said like it could be that simple. He knew it wasn't that way.

He switched tracks.] Resources are dwindling. You're finding enough to eat?