trans_9 | Technical Difficulties [Open]

Yoshimi is passing a guy in a chair and plans on ignoring him like she is ignoring everyone else; her brain is about to explode as it is. Her eyes catch on his weird thingie, the one that he's drawing on, and she blinks, halting just behind him. She hasn't ever learned much about guns, but she has always been oddly compelled by their shininess and assumed menace.

After a moment of eyeing the sketches on the screen, she figures that a little socializing wouldn't kill her, especially if he's drawing such nifty looking machines of death. Not that she likes death. Or machines. Trying to put on an expression that wasn't a scowl, she edges around the side of his chair and taps the arm of it hesitantly. "Nice concepts," she says, nodding in the direction of the omnicomm and trying to smile.

It's only a shame he has no ruler; his straight lines are a little crooked, since he's never been the best artist. Perfectionism is gnawing at his heels again, and he's never really liked this particular dog.

His silent grumbling about the sloppiness of his work is unexpectedly interrupted. "Hm?" he looks up, momentarily broken out of wondering whether he should space the magnets farther apart or closer together. "Ah. Thank you." His answering smile is probably as awkward as hers is, because he's trying to figure out what to say. "I'm Kyle." He's banking on the thought that he's never met her before; perhaps they've seen each other in passing, but he can't recall her face.

She watches him twitch over his work for a minute, eyes flickering from the screen to his face several times. When he looks up, her smile becomes even more uncomfortable than it was before. "Yoshimi," she replies, dropping her attempt at looking pleasant in favor of her routine apathetic face. "Are you creating those in your head? I don't think I've ever seen someone make new guns before." Her awkwardness seems to increase by the minute. She ignores it, though, choosing instead to make sure she remembers his name; she's always been horrible with that kind of thing.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Seeing that they've given up on pretending to be normal members of society, he settles back into his usual seriousness. "I am. It's...a hobby. Luckily, I get paid for it." He smiles briefly, wryly. It wasn't pay in the typical, monetary sense of the world, but pay in the sense that he got a place to stay, food to eat, and people who would help him. "Did you use guns, in your world?"

If Yoshimi had manners or an overabundance of sarcasm, she would say 'Charmed, I'm sure.' Yoshimi, however, does not even pretend to have manners, and she only broadcasts her overabundance of sarcasm to the world when she's actively mad at it. Truthfully, she probably should be mad at it right now, what with the whole 'kidnapped' bit, but she was too tired to be mad. She settled for smiling faintly and dedicating herself to the more interesting part of the socializing. "The hobbies you get paid for are the best kinds," she says, smirking faintly at how relevant the statement is to her own life. She had found taking machinery apart to be fun before the rampancy virus, and look where it had gotten her: nearly-legal techno-mercenary. She blinks, and her smirk fades slightly. "A bit. I have this beautiful old SMG from the 1990's (I live in 2083 in my world's time stream), but it fails more often than not. Not because it's a bad weapon, though I wouldn't know. It's just kind of... difficult to destroy seven-foot robots with a gun. I usually resort to a weird combination of swordplay and martial arts." She has to forcefully cut off her train of thought, else she will continue babbling. "Anyway. Yeah. Antiquated SMG. I don't really know much about them at all; I just think they're pretty."

"Mmh, I have to agree." It appears that the conversation is going to become less strained soon, so he relaxes a little. Hearing that she has a gun, though, definitely piques his interest. "Was it in the Weapons and Possessions locker?" He sits up straighter. "I might be able to modify it so it can take down seven-foot robots, though that probably depends on the robot. Is that the hobby you get paid for?" He probably wouldn't mind babbling on this subject, truthfully.

She blinks. "Weapons and Possessions locker?" She thinks hard for a long second. "Oh, yeah, that thing. Uhm... maybe? I didn't look very hard; I was too distracted by the whole 'oh, hey, look, you've been abducted by a sentient ship and are now wearing a really weird pulsy plantsuit' thing. There was something bulky and in a bag, though. I think I put it in a bag the last time I used it... and it was by... my... chair... when I was - yes! It is in my Weapons and Possessions locker. So was a weird, shiny thing..." Her mind seems to have wandered as she lifts a hand to her ear and frowns. "Earring," she says, sounding enlightened before remembering that she was doing something before she noticed that her industrial earring was missing.

"Could you really modify it? That would be magnificent." She looks borderline fascinated with the idea of having her SMG actually work for slaying robots. "And yes, that is the hobby I get paid for. Thank the crazy AI's."

"Mm, that is rather distracting, isn't it?" He grins wryly. "I'll admit, it's not the first time I've been abducted, but I'd never seen a sentient ship before, or these weird -" he plucks at his own plantsuit, "things. It's a little unnerving to wear something that's still alive."

He watches curiously as her mind apparently wanders. "You didn't pick it up? If you wouldn't mind, I might be able to modify it - to shoot larger bullets, maybe, or different kinds...though I'm not sure what kinds of ammo there are here. What kind of robots do you fight?" There are no killer robots in Pelinor, although he's made anti-tank, armor-piercing, and explosive rounds before. It can't take much different from that.

"Crazy AIs?" Amusedly, he shakes his head. "There's a reason why my home city didn't bother researching AI. If you want something get messed up, put a person in charge. If you want it to explode and destroy a few blocks, put a computer in charge."

Yoshimi rolls her eyes. "Indeed." Not that distraction is really new to her. She only pretends to have an attention span.

"You've been abducted before? That can't have been fun. Of course, this isn't really Disney World, either. It might be a little more fun-filled if these suits were dead. Unnerving is kind of an understatement." She makes a face, poking her plant-enclosed midriff as her thought process continues in her head. "Anyway... I wasn't too hot on picking whatever-I-thought-it-was-at-the-time up. It looked kind of cumbersome as it was, and now I know that it's kind of cumbersome, seeing as I took the little carrying-strap thing that I attached to it off to clean it. Anything you can do for it will be highly appreciated; pardon my Cantonese, but it's kind of a piece of shit."

She felt a twinge of guilt for making fun of Cantonese, but gave up on it as Kyle drew her attention to a much more entertaining topic. "The crazy kind. Long story short, my society has pretty much put its life in the hands of AI's, giving them every job that the populace doesn't want to do. A group of anti-tech activists we call the Luddites, just for the sake of not-originality, created this virus that's making all of our bots go progressively insane, making them eat people, et cetera. It started off in the higher Classes, only infecting the bigger AI's that did things like construct buildings and coordinate mass transportation, but it's mutated to hit all the way down to Class D, which are the typical office workers and stock market machines. If it doesn't stop mutating, it'll get down to Class F and make our bodies all fall apart, since our vaccinations use synthetic antibodies and whatnot that are basically microscopic tech, not to mention the people like me with false limbs also run by software. It's kind of a sucky situation, and when people started finding out that I had skill with deconstructing machinery, I started getting hired under the radar to destroy the rampant AI's, and now I'm almost allowed to do my job legally, what with the big, fancy corporations hiring me and the occasional government job." And then Yoshimi realized that she has just given the not-quite-long version accidentally and stopped talking, as she now felt a jabbering idiot.

"Apparently, there's a market for resistance members." She's shared part of her past, so he figures it should be all right to share a little, too. "What's...Disney World?" Kyle does understand 'a piece of shit', though, and he gives a quick grin. "If it's broken, I can fix that, too." Well...hopefully it's a model close to what he knows, though it can't be all that different, right? Yoshimi called it a SMG, and they have SMGs in Pelinor. The design should be similar, at least.

Apparently, Kyle didn't consider her a jabbering idiot. He looked very interested in all that she was saying. "Interesting. Robots control a lot of your people's life, don't they? They aren't so much trusted where I'm from, not even for jobs the populace doesn't want. I guess part of it is overpopulation - there's enough people that someone is going to be willing to sweep the streets." Synthetic antibodies for vaccination - false limbs? That's currently out of Pelinor's technological range. "Do you mind explaining how your false limbs work? I'd like to make notes, if you don't mind."

"Disney World is a fun-filled magic kingdom for kids. It's a crazy-big corporation. Just go with it." Truth be told, Yoshimi has a bit of a soft spot for Disney World. "Anyway, it's not broken so much as it's just really, really old, and therefore unreliable. Not that old things are unreliable... it's age has rendered it unreliable. Oh, whatever..."

"Interesting and horrifying. Most people don't even pay attention to the fact that they rarely communicate with real humans anymore. It's like some kind of futuristic nightmare. The only good thing that technology has given are the vaccines and the false limbs. I should know." She grimaces and lifts her right leg up to knock on her shin. If one listens hard enough, they can hear an almost-metallic ring coming from it. "Their systems are actually pretty cool. They're made out of this lightweight organic element that was discovered about half a century ago, so once it's installed, it grows with you. They engineer the limbs to cooperate with the connectivity chip inserted into your brain at birth, so it's basically computer-operated. I don't know the specifics, but after the body adapts to the new system, the nervous system relays commands for the new muscles and pneumatics. If it's a hand that's been replaced, full range of motion and dexterity takes a couple of years, but as far as legs go, it only takes about six months to get used to it. I've had mine since I was one, so I don't really remember the process. I've heard it's pretty traumatic, though. I don't even want to think about how long it takes to get the skin implants to take." As she talks, she taps her artificial foot against the floor a few times, eyes fixed on it. "It's a pretty cool system, though. Really efficient after adaptation."

Fun-filled magic kingdom. Definitely not something the government would bother spending money on. "If it needs updates, I might be able to do those. Depends on what the problem is, and what engineering and metalworking facilities this ship has." A miniature factory is probably too much to hope for, but he's sure he'll figure out something.

"That's...awful. Probably worse than my world, actually." Kyle can't imagine surrounding himself with robotic companions and slowly cutting off human contact. Robots couldn't compare to Nike's charisma, or Limos' sarcasm. Even thinking about them makes him miss them, so he cuts that thought off right there.

He can't help leaning in a little, fascinated by the leg. "So...it's organic, not metallic? And it's capable of growing with you?" Via a linked nervous system, and a chip inserted into the brain. "It would be really bad if those rogue AIs were to attack those 'connectivity chips', wouldn't it? What do the chips control?" From what he's hearing, it's not too different from other kinds of transplants, only much more drastic. "Does it work any differently from your other limbs, or is the musculature similar?"

She ponders this for a moment. "Well, considering that I've only been here... well, some short time compared to most of the people I'm assuming are here, I don't know of anything. We could ask Stacy if we need to, though, right?" It occurs to her as she follows this train of thought that she hasn't even given thought to the potential size of the ship. And the fact that she had no idea now to navigate said massive, meaty ship.

An internal grimace of combined horror for her eventual confused wanderings of pulsing hallways and habitual disgust for the systems back home crosses her face. "It really does suck. I'm one of the few people who tries to actually remain in contact with people, but I also live in a poorer district, so it's a bit easier for me. I only have two or three people that I can get in contact with sans robots, though, which is pretty depressing when you think about the number of people in one's address book pre-quantum revolution. Also, it probably helps that the two or three people are about as anti-tech as I am..." She thought of Sayori briefly, her tall realism and bluntness, Takaomi and his deadpan humor. And Chief, of course, but he was a cat, so she wasn't really sure that he counted.

"It's... weird. It has a lot of traits in common with metals, but it's atom structure is a lot different, mainly that it's compose of carbon and others that I'm not really sure of so I'm not even going to bother guessing. It's a pretty recent acquisition, all things considered, so the publicly known stuff about it is pretty small compared to what I'm assuming there is to learn. Hell, I don't even know its name. For some reason that's not in the public release information. We all just call it growing metal." Which is an appropriate name, since she's only had the leg looked at once, yet she's watched it transform from a wee little baby's limb to a rather average sized adult one (her legs take up most of her miniscule height). She sighs. "Yeah, that really would suck. It would suck a lot. I'm not really sure what anyone plans to do if they alter the virus to attack us personally, but it probably has something to do with curling up and dying. Once they're in our heads, there's nothing we can do about it. That's one of the reasons I dislike the chip system so much, but that's just me." A shrug, a long-suffering look. "They connect us all to our version of the Internet, which is more of an altered plane of reality than anything at this point. The chip is placed in a part of the brain that gives easy access to sight and sound centers, so you can use external stimuli for searches or record them, relay them to other people, et cetera. It really just gives us a fourth dimension. Other than that, it'll freak out if you get hurt or sick beyond the help of the antibody tech and shouts your position to the nearest hospitals and police outposts, and it connects false limbs to the nervous system. You can also order take-out, but I still use the phone because I insist on being anachronistic." Which is true, because she's a walking anachronism. "It's built to be a mirror image of a natural limb, except that nothing is made of tissue, and there're a few pneumatics anchored along with the muscles to help them if they fail, which actually makes it a lot stronger than other extremities. I've had to work really hard to keep myself symmetrical as far as strength."

"Mm. I still need to find the engineering lab, or whatever equivalent they have. I'm sure the previous crew of this ship had some facilities." An interesting thought strikes him. Since the objects in the Sensorium can be affected by real, physical objects, like a person, would it be possible to replicate a miniature factory in the Sensorium, and use that to do whatever metalworking he needs to? This will require some asking and testing; perhaps a little later, when he actually has something to test with.

"Is there a low population density where you're from, or do robots just outnumber humans many times to one?" The idea of seldom interacting with other people, and only being able to reach a few without robotic intermediaries, is so very difficult to comprehend that he has to stop before he hurts himself thinking about it. He has no idea how something like the resistance would function without real, breathing people to propel it forward.

All that takes a backseat to fascination with her explanation. "An organic, metal-like carbon-based molecule," he muses, along with a few indecipherable chemistry-related mumbles. "I assume all that information would be bad in the wrong hands, which is probably why all of it remains untold." The name fits well enough, in lieu of a proper name.

"I'm supposing that someone out there has probably also thought about this, and is making an antivirus or something of the sort." His knowledge of computer programming is rather weak in comparison to everything else. "I suppose they're also too useful to give up, though." The medical function is also rather interesting, but he would wager a guess that sometimes, people would prefer not to be found. Her comment about the take-out elicits a brief, rare smile. "Anachronism can be good. At least you still remember how to talk to people."

"So 'muscles' made of this growing metal can contract, the same as organic muscle?" He pauses for a moment. "I'm sorry. Stop me if I'm asking too many questions." His curiosity can be incessant, given something of interest and a person willing to ask questions, and they might be here all day if he's allowed to just keep asking.

She snorts. "Low population density? In Japan? Sure, they instituted birth rate controls the likes of which you couldn't imagine, but limiting families to one child each only does so much. There're just crap loads of robots running around. It's insane." A real life horror story, in Yoshimi's opinion.

"Yeah. Kind of crazy, no? I don't even want to try thinking about how they figured that out, but it's sure handy. Let's just pray that malicious people don't get their hands on the tech blueprints. That wouldn't be good at all."

A sigh escapes and she stares across the room, thinking. "You're damn skippy that they're working on an antivirus. The problem is that we don't know anything about the basic virus, especially with the rate it mutates. It's like some kind of superbug for robots, mutating just enough from specimen to specimen to keep it from being stopped. Whoever engineered the original blueprint programed the subsequent strains to alter quantum completely. It'd be a bit easier if we still used binary, I think. The whole thing gives me a headache; better to push the big red 'Destroy All Class B-F Robots' button and get it overwith. 'Course, that'd make me obsolete..." She smiles. "Talking to people in my day and age isn't that fun, though. They all say the same thing."

She wiggles her foot, flexes her calf muscle, points her toes. "Well, so it appears. One has to remember that a lot of the movement is performed by this bizarre, really complex series of pneumatics. Part of it is muscle, yeah, but the underlying parts are pretty basic." Being as far into the conversation as he seems to be, her brain whirring at an irritatingly slow rate, she forgets to assure him that yes, she's fine with the number of questions he's asking.

Yoshimi says 'Japan' like he ought to recognize it, so he assumes it's just a big place with a lot of people crammed into a small area. "What's the ratio, or your estimate of it?" Kyle is wondering whether there's tens of robots per person, or possibly hundreds. It certainly sounds more like hundred than anything.

'Damn skippy' is an expression he's not familiar with, but he assumes 'skippy' means 'right' and works from there. "So it's like a living computer virus?" Fascinating. It obviously doesn't work the same way as a biological virus, because he knows how the scientists in Pelinor got rid of those. The few computer viruses he knows of are fairly basic, compared to that, and it doesn't seem hard to get rid of them. Even the resistance's own hackers, who are more malicious than the general populace, have never thought up anything like that.

He wishes he could take apart that leg and look at it, then steps on that thought. There probably isn't a way to do it without hurting Yoshimi, and that's not worth satisfying his curiosity for. Still, the idea of using pneumatics to approximate muscular motion was something he would have to think on. When she doesn't say anything about his questions, though, he figures it might be a good idea to wrap it up - only he has no idea how.

"Mm... something like 150:10. It could be worse, I suppose." The truly sad thing was the fact that, if you went into the streets in the mornings during her era, you didn't see humans flocking to work. You saw robots, each doing its masters job so that the master can sit on his ass all day and drink martinis. The level of human laziness frequently astonishes her.

She shifts, wishing vaguely that she had a chair, settles for putting her weight on her false leg. "It's a lot like a living computer virus. Mind of its own, though it does basically the same thing to every bot. Turns all the operational lights to emergency colors, makes the gears scream, convinces the robot that eating people is the way to go, and has it step on more than a few small animals. It's pretty... terrifying, actually. The first one I ever saw berserk was a crossing guard that decided it was going to crush a second grader. I freaked out and broke it up. The damn thing wouldn't stop struggling with me until I'd completely dismembered it." She shudders, shaking her head. "Fortunately, the later mutations made it a bit easier. The robots have comprehended the dire situation that the virus puts us all in, so they tend to give up a lot easier these days. They don't have much of a sense of personal outrage; a good thing, I think."

It wouldn't be the first time that she has been asked to have her leg taken apart and examined. And yet, it would hurt; her skin and nerves therein are real, it's just the underlying structure that's artificial. She doesn't mind the conversation at all - wrapping it up would force her to return to the reality that she now lives on a large, squishy ship with a bunch of total strangers. Not something she wants to think about.

"Worse? That's a pretty high ratio." For him, thinking about it as 15:1 puts it in a little better perspective, and he has to shake his head. "So they take care of everything that humans don't want to do? Is it the same everywhere?" Sure, there's times when he doesn't want to do this menial task or clean up after that explosion, but he does it anyways, and now he knows how to hand burning foamed polystyrene.

"That's awful. If these - Luddites - wanted to destroy technology, I think that there might have been a better way to go." The hypocrisy of his own statement makes him want to grimace a little. In a sense, the movement he is - was - a part of, is a lot like these Luddites. Using force to get their point across. At the same time, though, they started the war over the mass executions, so maybe it's not entirely the same.

A slight change of subject is probably in order. "When would you like me to look at that SMG?"

Yoshimi shrugs, running a hand through her hair. "Worse. There was a point when I was younger when AIs were a dime a dozen. You could buy a housekeeper for about 700 yen, so consequently even the poorest of people had two of them. They were all heaps, though, so they broke down completely in five years after their owners paid back the original cost by ten in repairs, and the cheap AI industry died pretty quickly, replaced by the quality stuff. The number of them has increased over time, and it's gotten dire in the last five years or so. It took people a while to gather enough money to afford them, so it was a lot better for a while." Of course, her income has increased drastically in the last five years, too, so she's not completely heartbroken about it. It still disgusts her, though.

"Anyway, they're not looking for a fast and easy solution - they're looking for something that lasts. I'm enough of a Luddite myself to know what's going through their minds. If they just made all the AIs blow up in one go, people would stop caring about how shocking and traumatic it was to have their maid spontaneously combust, have the Internet that has come to run our lives cease to exist, have planes explode with hundreds on board, and the whole thing would start over again. This way, they're making a solid point: There're enough of them to destroy the human race if they so desire. It makes a lot of sense; it just sucks." She has to admit, though, her respect for technology experts and computer programers has increased tenfold since the rampancy virus appeared. It was such a solid plan that it was nigh on ineffable.

She blinks, remembering the initial interest point. "Uhm... well, I could run and grab it for you now, if you like. It's just hanging out in my locker with only my earring for company."

700 yen must not be that much money, then. "Isn't that always how it is? There's a reason quality parts are more expensive." They were usually better, too. Kyle preferred to fabricate a good gun the first time around, rather than deal with a steady stream of repairs - his time was pretty valuable, too, considering the ideas still bouncing in his head. If he didn't have time to sit down and work them out, the resistance wouldn't have gotten any new toys to play with.

Hm. Yoshimi certainly has a point; he's not familiar with the fine workings or ideas behind that kind of terrorism (he's part of an organized resistance, not an indiscriminate terrorist cell). It does really make sense, if people have gotten so lazy and complacent while allowing robots to do all their work, that turning the robots against their masters will have more of an impact.

"Sure. Do you know where the engineering lab, or something similar, is? I've been looking for one." And failing, miserably. This ship confuses him.

700 yen really isn't that much money. "Exactly. The point of the cheap AI industry was to draw in more income. If the companies make an effort to not make an effort, and they covertly monopolize the manufacturing companies that produce the parts needed to repair the bots, then they get more money in constant repairs than in the single installment required for the quality stuff. I'm not sure whether it's good or not that people figure out the scheme and effectually boycotted it. From my point of view, the world's sense of indignation has grown, so when they all figured out that they were being conned, they all set fire to their tech and started doing things on their own, knowing (or assuming) that AIs would make a come back in a more reliable form." She shrugs again, looking faintly amused. "I guess the world has made a little bit of progress if the public can figure out schemes like that. It only took them about two centuries of post-industrial revolution plotting."

Yoshimi, unfortunately, is far too familiar with the fine workings of indiscriminate terrorist cells. Not really by choice, though; it's just the way her brain works. Working for the side that needs saving is more lucrative, therefore she obstinately refuses to give her talents over to the opposition. No matter how much she agree with them.

She blinks, turning her thoughts away from robots to the complex inner passages that make up Stacy. "Uhm... no. But I do know where the white rooms with the thinky-powers are. We could ask someone else, I suppose." Honestly, Yoshimi believes that the ship was built to be confusing.

"It does make sense, although all it does is advance their own greed." Companies in Pelinor were prevented from doing the same thing by the government that essentially owned all of them. Plans like that had been derided as harmful and greedy for so long, no one in business even thought about trying something similar.

"The Sensorium? Yes, I was wondering if I could use it to approximate a small metal-working factory. I doubt that even the engineering lab has the kind of equipment I need, but - all that probably depends on the state of your weapon. May I go down to the Weapons and Possessions locker with you, so I can see it?" Fixing guns. That's something he knows all about, more than killer AIs, and he's itching to help.

"Greed is the favorite of the seven deadly sins these days. That and sloth. People try their hardest to achieve both simultaneously." Yoshimi again looks disgusted. If one were to choose one of the sins, she believes that you should at least pick one of the passionate ones, like wrath or lust. The other ones are a waste of time.

"Sensorium..." She tries to catalogue the name so that she doesn't have to resort to calling it 'the white rooms with the thinky-powers' again. "Ah, well, the least we can do is try, neh? Sounds good to me."

"They are the easiest to indulge," he points out. Get more of something or another, while lying around all day. Sounds pretty easy, given the right tools.

"All right. Let's go." Rising, he tucks away the omnicom, with a touch of regret for the half-finished concepts, but more anticipation. Finally, something he can do.

She shrugs, nodding faintly. She hadn't thought about it like that, really.

Yoshimi has to orient herself, frowning faintly as she does. It doesn't help that she has a bad sense of direction; everything is confusing enough as it is. When she think she knows where she's going, she glances at Kyle, and starts walking.

Kyle's mental compass is utterly useless in a structure such as this, so he trusts that Yoshimi knows better than he does, and follows her. "Not used to the ship's structure?" he asks, wryly.

Yoshimi grimaces. "Is anyone? If the disorientation wears off, I'll be happy," she mutters, pausing to check their surroundings, trying to remember where in the hell she's going.

"I think it's..."

With a faint feeling of smugness, she finds the lockers and opens hers. "Tada," she says, her tone not nearly as enthusiastic as the interjection necessitates. With a not-really-at-all-flourishy flourish, she pulls the bag-clothed gun out, hearing the clink of the few loose bits rolling around as she lifts it. Removing the bag and throwing it back into the now empty locker, she offers Kyle the antique, rather broken (now that she thinks about it) gun. She blinks, looking confused for a minute before making a face that says clearly 'oh, right!' before frowning faintly. "Yeah, you know... its is broken. I'd forgotten about that. The last Class C I fought threw a tire at me, and I dropped it while I was dodging. Knocked a few bits loose." The loose bits are in her hand. "I had no clue where anything went, so I just kind of... let it lie, you know?"

"Yeah, it's not exactly like there's maps lying around." That'd be nice. Really nice. Kyle just hopes that growing up in a grid-like city doesn't mean he can't find his way around in a curving, twisting labyrinth like this.

He trailed Yoshimi to the lockers, eyes brightening slightly as she removed the gun. There was a telltale clink - something loose, either from damage or time. "Can I see those?" Holding out a hand, he turned the gun over with the other hand, examining it.

"Hmn...It looks rather old. Would you mind if I could somehow find a way to melt this down and remold it? I might be able to use some of the excess metal to make something else for it - a silencer, maybe. This one has a lot of kick, doesn't it? My guns - the guns I used to make - are designed to direct recoil downwards." Mumbling something under his breath about wishing Tarios was here, he turned the gun over again.

"Maybe someone made one or something. 'Course, that'd make things too easy..." She wouldn't be surprised if anyone attempting to make a map had been pinned down and mugged by tentacles. Those pesky tentacles...

Yoshimi plops the parts into his hand, watching as he examines her rather dead antique, eyebrows lifted. Really, it was kind of stupid to even think to ask for it to be repaired. The thing was decimated.

"Feel free; all I want is something that shoot bullets rapidly. Anyway, I'm sure you know better than I do. In my dimension, our guns these days are weird air guns that pack one hell of a punch, but don't do much else. They eliminated bullets for common use about forty years ago, after they developed the new tech. I only got my hands on this one through an antique shop owner who looked to be as old as his merchandise. The bullets came in a fairly steady stream from the government after they figured out that I couldn't take down seven foot robots with my hands, but other than that, I haven't gotten any help with the thing. It took me a month to figure out how to disassemble it." Not my fault that I don't know how to work a normal gun; blame the anti-violence squads, she grumbles inwardly, shoving her hair out of her eyes.

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