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While Stephen had been expecting Alex to perhaps return for another game console, he hadn't planned on it being so soon. Luckily for him, he'd made a few copies of the prototype after he'd finished the first, and left them in his lab as well. So it hardly put him out when he'd gotten the message that Alex needed another.

For the moment, he was puttering about in his lab. This meant he was standing in the center of the work floor, glaring up at the walls. Seems that there were things going on that meant he needed soundproofing.

That is, if he ever wanted to get any work done while that long-winded, blowhard Overlord was in the City as well.

Until he got the soundproofing up, on the other hand, he was relegated to blasting heavy metal music at high decibels, just to drown out the sound of...dare he say it...dorking.

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Alex peaked his head into the lab, holding a terrified rat cupped in his hands, shielding her ears. "S-S-Stephen?" he said softly- no where nearly loud enough for the man to hear. He attempted a few more times, growing increasingly louder, until he finally shouted over the music, "Stephen!"

His voice, not used to that sort of strain, cracked, and he coughed into his shoulder a bit. He was standing in the doorway, the only part of Alice visible being her tail, staring pleadingly at Stephen, attempting to cover at least one ear with his shoulder since his hood was clearly not blocking enough sound even though he had it pulled up over his head.

In that case--once he finally heard poor Alex yell his name--he turned it down. He'd just have to get...some sort of revenge...or something, against Zetta later. Probably much later.

"Mr. Furest, what can I do for you?" It was a rhetorical question, really. Though maybe there was something else besides the game he could do. Stephen had no idea. May as well ask, right?

The lack of loud music was a relief. Both he and Alice relaxed, though Alice decided to play it safe and hide in his sleeve.

The question took Alex off-guard though, and he stood there a little bit like a deer in headlights. Did he somehow get things confused? Didn't he know that he was here for the new system? Was there anything else that he was supposed to be there for? "I... u-uh, jus' the g-game s-system... I-I think..." He scraped at the floor with the toe of the shoe, putting his hands in his pockets, as much out of feeling awkward as to allow Alice to move some place she would be moved around less.

He moved and took a vacant chair not far from him, just because his legs where doing that thing where they felt sort of fuzzy but not numb, and maybe like the knee joint was just a little too loose, and that it was having trouble supporting the lanky kid. That, and a deeper part of him was finding a great deal of comfort in the soft whizzing and shushing sounds made my the machinery. It sounded like a bunch of computers, running peacefully. God, did he miss his laptop.

"No, no. Just making certain. I do better when I'm doing things, after all, but programming, as you know--not my forte." That said, Stephen reached into a shabby looking cabinet he'd hung on the shelf and pulled out one of the aforementioned game systems.

"I took the liberty of making a couple extra, like I said. I have a few more discs if you need them for other games, too." Stephen didn't have a bag, per se, but he arranged two of the discs on the top of the game console and offered it towards Alex with care.

Alex smiled and took them, putting them safely in his Alice -and Alice-food- free pocket. He was amazed by all the machinery around him. "W-what sorta things a-are you making, I mean... a-aside from game c-consoles?" Alex might have been standing still, but his eyes were running all over the room, briefly investigating each object.

"Well, before you came in I was working on what basically ends up as a power cell," Stephen said. To anyone with a high school level of science, it probably sounds like he's speaking some other language as he rambles on about particle theories leading into nuclear cold-fusion.

This is probably why he ends up looking sheepish as he finishes. "Erm. Sorry about that. Anyway, it's meant to power a combat unit." Ending up vague on purpose. If Asuka wanted everyone to know about what he was building for her, she'd have announced it. Stephen isn't going to.

"That over there synthesizes the ammunition for my goop guns. I'm trying to work up a computer console as well to hold some of my other theories, but I'm not finished yet. And programming isn't my forte, so I'd have to find someone to do that for me."

He let that last sentence dangle like the bait on a fishhook. Come on, little fishie...

Alex stared at Stephen as he rambled, but as soon as he heard 'progrmming' he perked up. Give him a chance to program something or otherwise get lost in his familiar world of 1's and 0's, and of course he will bite. "I-I'd be happy to! The OS on my l-laptop is meant for a-a more advanced user b-but with a f-few modifications, I c-could make it simpler ta use. O-or I c-could write a n-new one based on your specific reqirements from the system. Of c-course if it's for advanced sciences I can inclued an easy acres funtionality for 3D graphs oh, and automated charts so that you need only imput the data, and an onboard AI to automate similar possible outcome or to point out possible mechanical errors in the data imput based on the norm. That would be able to be swithed off but the memory strain might be high if it's kernal memory isn't like that from my world."

It seemed that Alex would be getting Stephen confused as he rattled on about memory and code, occasionally spouting some strings of code, or even short bits of binary. At least as he went on about it his stutter seemed to fade for the most part. Instead he seemed to practically forget Stephen was there.

Finally he realized that Stephen was the person he had been talking to, and his words crashed, "p-proces-in-m-matri-er-uh... S-s-sorry..." he had gotten rather animated while he spoke, but now pulled back, his familar, self-conscious demeanor once again taking over.

"Well, at least we're experts in our respective fields, eh?" Stephen said, chuckling. "I don't understand half of what you've said"--mostly the binary and actual code-strings, really. "But if you can do any of what you've said for the functionality aspect, it sounds wonderful."

"So, what do you think you'd need for materials, or are you leaving the precise building to me? If it's the latter, I can probably do it with little trouble. I just need to know so I can do it."

Alex scratched his head and thought a moment. He then took out his omnicomm and began writing something down. When he was finished he sent the file in a private post to Stephen and said, "anything that Has th-those minimum specs, though I s-suggest you make it a-as good as ya c-can, so I c-can improve as much as needed." He gave off the specs of his computer, which was actually an old computer from his world, even with the top of the line hardware upgrades. There were definitely processes that he could program that his laptop wouldn't be too happy about.

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I need to finish that icon with him at his laptop...

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