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Greet the (New) Meat! (no, don't eat them!)
By hook or by crook or by avoiding hook and crook, the crew assembled from the previous podpops eventually made it up to the Living Area to greet their new crew mates. The creepy sculpture was also there, though less to greet them than it was always there.
The strange, fleshy seating had multiplied. You really, really don't want to know how.
The strange, fleshy seating had multiplied. You really, really don't want to know how.
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"As far as I can tell, Stacy's snatching up heroes, scientists, and people equipped to deal with this sort of improbability to fight a war for her programmers. I think that if we could get a look at her programming we could do something about her directive, but between you and me, I already tried taking a look at her wiring, and Stacy doesn't like to be peeked at." He raises his eyebrows. "Lemme tell you, she doesn't kid around when it comes to dealing out reprimands."
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"It's likely that this vessel's systems are sufficiently different enough from Earth technology to be a major barrier." The lack of familiarity with nearly everything is really throwing Billy out of his element here.
"It doesn't make sense to recruit an army and then deprive it of resources. Devices won't build themselves, especially without available tools." In other words, he's dreaming of a workshop. And a library. Because he figures he's going to be working in the invention or research departments.
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Because these are totally normal questions to be asking on a space ship made of . . . well actually, for Stacy, these ARE very normal questions.
"What I saw was sufficiently complicated. But hey, life wouldn't be interesting without something new to figure out, would it?"
He's still grinning widely. It's all so exciting and unclear and challenging, and now the Blue Ranger's here. This is definitely the best abduction ever.
"I'm pretty sure Stacy just can't override her own programming long enough for us to really figure out how she works, but a great deal of the ship's been annexed off from her sensors, so there's more at work here than just the ship's will. By the state of the med-wing, there was already a fight on board. I think we're into more than a singular war here." He raises his eyebrows again. "I smell some shenanigans in the recent past."
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"My hometown, Angel Grove, California, was regularly attacked by hordes of monsters. I've developed some hypotheses about their nature, but most of us were unable to get close enough to observe, unless we were unfortunate enough to be attacked."
"We probably would have abandoned the city if not for the Power Rangers, a team of heroes who were stronger than normal humans. Their only identifying features were a humanoid shape, but they could have been from anywhere as far as we knew. They served faithfully without asking anything in return, but there were always people seeking to uncover their secrets and exploit them for profit."
"I've had more than a few of my prototype inventions destroyed by the monsters, but the Rangers prevented anyone from sustaining permanent damage. Eventually, you learn to adapt and avoid testing your equipment in the park." He pauses, chuckling just a little. Technically it was all true, except for the blatant omission of his involvement with the events. But that won't be extracted from him readily.
He's unsettled by the implication about brewing warfare on the ship, but he'll take a chance to switch topics when he sees it. "That worries me. I'm aware that crew members are forbidden to harm each other, but regard for rules is hardly universal. The situation could escalate, especially if the crew is under stress."
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He chuckles. "Yeah, I learned that lesson a few times myself. Not from monsters, I mean, more from rain and kids playing and stuff. Government-secured testing labs are better for that sort of stuff anyway. Much less pleasant than the park, but with fewer ambient Frisbees."
"Yeah, I anticipate a few blowups." Allen looks mildly concerned for a moment, but shrugs it off. "I sincerely doubt Stacy's programming will allow her to let any crewmembers inflict too much damage on each other without interference, but hopefully the peacemaking types on board can keep everyone chilled out long enough for that to be a problem for later. And personally, I haven't got a lot of regard for Stacy's rules in regards to her wiring." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steel contraption that looks like a pocket knife on steroids, and deftly flips it into a pair of pliers before spinning it on his fingers and returning it to his pocket. "Energy tentacles or not, I'm here to void some warranties."
He returns the Supertool to his pocket. "I gotta say, between all the pyrokinetics and Kryptonians, it's nice to run into another science-minded human. What's your area of expertise? Or areas, if you're a polymath."
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Billy just nods mutely in regards to Allen's opinions on Stacy's rules. He's not exactly the subversive type, and even if he were, he believes Stacy is monitoring every conversation and would be wary of discussing plans like that. But his determination's admirable!
Oh hey, there's a safer topic! "I mentioned my inventions before. I've worked with electronics, communications systems, environmental analysis, and simple mechanical devices, in addition to the flying car. I attempted to build a thought transfer device that would emulate 'mind-reading', but it malfunctioned and caused my friend Kim and I to switch bodies. That was a unique experience."
"I've also taken to studying chemistry, but I'm far from an expert in the field. I manage the Science Club at school, so I'm expected to be knowledgeable in all fields and tutor the other students. Biology's my weakness, though."
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The primal bond is echoed in Allen's expression. What red-blooded man doesn't love his soon-to-be-airborne DeLorean?
"Wow." And that leads to an entirely inappropriate line of thought, and Allen has to spend a good second or two ordering himself not to ask if Billy used that opportunity to look at the Pink Ranger naked. "That sounds . . . wacky." Power Rangers are pure and After School Special! Even if Kimberly was Allen's first love, succeeded a few years later by Xena.
"And awkward." He scratches the back of his head. "Well hey, don't let this get in the way of your intellectual pursuits. There's a media library with pretty much every biology textbook you could ever want, with the option to list them in terms of accuracy." He knocks gently on one of the meatwalls. "Who better to teach biology than a meatship?"
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Billy drifted back into his memories for a moment. He and Kim hadn't been able to face each other for a few days because they had changed clothing. They didn't quite feel comfortable without at least some article of clothing in their Ranger color. This made Billy sorely wish that the pulsating leafwraps came in blue. "Awkward doesn't even begin to encompass that situation. The bugs were worked out, but I put that particular experiment on hiatus."
That reminder about the library resulted in what might just be Billy's biggest smile yet. "That's very true. I'll have to locate the library as soon as possible and resume my studies. Does it cover other subjects as well?"
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Not that Allen has sold out. Not all that badly, anyway. Enough to buy his beautiful wife an equally beautiful house, and a pony, which is not horrible.
"Eh, I think telepathy is somewhat over-rated. Would you really want to know what people were thinking about you? You might hear some uncomfortable things." Like that you're from a 90's television show!
Allen sees Billy's smile and counters with one of his own. "Dude, follow me. I will show you the way myself. As far as I can tell the computers will tell you anything except the history of this ship or region, and it keeps Stacy's diagnostics to itself, naturally. But as far as the sciences go? Dude. Alien physics." If his grin gets any wider, his face is going to split. "How often do you get to see that? I mean seriously. And if you need help with bio, I can tutor you. I've got a Masters in bio."
He turns to walk down a fleshy hall, waving for Billy to follow him. "Plus, there's Guitar Hero. What year are you from? Have you gotten Guitar Hero yet?"
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Billy's not really a video game enthusiast, and if he does have anything, it's more than likely a Super Nintendo. "I'm from 1994, and negative. What is this Guitar Hero?"
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"It's been a while since I've tried a video game. I'm assuming it utilizes music?" Yeah, Bill's not really a music guy. He has much to learn from the master.