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trans_92009-04-23 08:52 am
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92009-04-23 08:52 am
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Seated rigidly at the Observation Deck is one Billy Cranston, tightly gripping a stylus as he sketches out a rough blueprint on a datapad. The image staring up at him is somewhat messy, as though the engineer was unsure of the general design until inspiration struck halfway through.
His proposal, as impractical and impossible to build as it is, bears the following label:
Automated Laboratory Productivity Heightening Assistant
Observers will see an inefficient and frankly silly-looking sort of bipedal robot that would likely never pass for a serious design attempt in the scientific community. The robot has a thing that resembles two cymbals glued together for a head, a stylized lightning bolt on its torso, and armor that looks vaguely like a hockey player's uniform. The side of the display is marked with possible material suggestions, construction methods, and wiring information from his memory, rather than exact plans.
He finishes and takes a moment to observe his work. That hadn't gone as planned---he'd intended to create a viable lab assistant and ended up with a trip down memory lane. Groaning, he buries his head in his hand.
"My efficiency level is being adversely affected by nostalgia", he mumbles irritatedly.
His proposal, as impractical and impossible to build as it is, bears the following label:
Automated Laboratory Productivity Heightening Assistant
Observers will see an inefficient and frankly silly-looking sort of bipedal robot that would likely never pass for a serious design attempt in the scientific community. The robot has a thing that resembles two cymbals glued together for a head, a stylized lightning bolt on its torso, and armor that looks vaguely like a hockey player's uniform. The side of the display is marked with possible material suggestions, construction methods, and wiring information from his memory, rather than exact plans.
He finishes and takes a moment to observe his work. That hadn't gone as planned---he'd intended to create a viable lab assistant and ended up with a trip down memory lane. Groaning, he buries his head in his hand.
"My efficiency level is being adversely affected by nostalgia", he mumbles irritatedly.
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Too innocent? Billy frowns a little at that assessment. He understands perfectly well any number of taboo and uncomfortable topics...on a conceptual level in the realm of relations, but definitely practically in the realm of violence.
He's lost for words for a moment, and finally says playfully, "I understand...or rather, I don't understand. And that's fine."
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>.< ack sorry I accidentally deleted the notif email
"Though I'm not certain I would participate in a relationship if offered the chance. I have more productive and urgent things to do than engage in issues of the heart. Our gadgets won't fix themselves." Billy smiles slightly and gets to his feet---but perhaps the smile's not entirely easygoing. He suddenly has something important to think about.
"I apologize, but I must go. I'd promised to assist with engineering's workload today."