[ Caleb combs his memories for any bits of memory that could prove informational, his eyebrows furrowing while he drums his fingertips against the side of his thigh, this is a gesture that helps him to think more than anything-- but also a nervous tic.

Aeor.

Automation. ]

Alright, so I think that I recently encountered something like that, though from what I noted, it was more like the psyche of individuals downloaded into a core mainframe, though I am still attempting to figure out how that is precisely possible.

[ That is the extent of his knowledge though. ] Then, to the library it is-- where we will comb the stacks then? [ A solid plan, much could be found in books nad maybe they could glean the manner of world that they had landed themselves within ]