Dib wasn't about to protest some more data, especially when Sollux was being such a good sport about all of it. "Okay no seriously? That's ridiculous, even by non-human standards," he said to the way that Sollux typed so fast that his fingers were almost a blur. "Anyway, back to what I was doing. Which I was doing in an order so your mind got used to the process. Okay, I need you to go back to doing what we were doing before, just imagining moving your hands, your arms, showing what data we had before." He watched the progress on the screen, and then smirked.
"Okay, now I need you to imagine doing something you can't physically do. Tell me exactly what you're imagining you're doing. It can be anything. Like maybe you have a sixth finger on your left hand, or you're opening up a hidden compartment in your forearm. Y'know, whatever it is. It has to be realistic in your mind, though. Like, as real as imagining you're making a fist was. You get me? It'll help the data if you tell me exactly how it works in your mind." Dib looked over at Eddie's camera, and smiled a little. "Eddie's recording the audio so I don't need to dictate everything you're doing. Just go ahead and start whatever it is you're not doing."
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"Okay, now I need you to imagine doing something you can't physically do. Tell me exactly what you're imagining you're doing. It can be anything. Like maybe you have a sixth finger on your left hand, or you're opening up a hidden compartment in your forearm. Y'know, whatever it is. It has to be realistic in your mind, though. Like, as real as imagining you're making a fist was. You get me? It'll help the data if you tell me exactly how it works in your mind." Dib looked over at Eddie's camera, and smiled a little. "Eddie's recording the audio so I don't need to dictate everything you're doing. Just go ahead and start whatever it is you're not doing."