"Pretty much, yeah. Some of my ancestors had a better handle on it than others, and I guess it's sort of like...I dunno...a recessive trait in everyone where I come from? Like...anyone could have it, but they need a trigger to turn it on. For me, it was the Animus."

Desmond pinches at the bridge of his nose.

"This'd be easier if Rebecca was here. She's a tech geek from back home, part of my support team. She rigged up her own version of the Animus, based on blueprints that got leaked on the internet."

And Desmond sighs. He'd probably regret it, but anything was worth a try at this point.

"What did you have in mind?"