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Double-Double-Checking (Open; bendytimed before Devil Wouldn't Recognize You)
Who: Anwei Ayles
Where: Engineering
Summary: Anwei settles down to check her equipment for tampering, and get caught up on ship news
Warnings: None
One look at Engineering, and Anwei mentally threw away any inventory that she still had for the place. Everything had changed, moved, been rearranged: and that was before the damage that SHODAN must have done.
She had to start with the basics. She went over multiple shelves before she found a laptop – the screen was cracked and it wasn't holding power very well, but it had a USB port and that was all that mattered. She found an out-of-the way spot and went to work with wire mesh and cables connectors, writing a quick testing program, hooking one of the modified datastores to the laptop to check, then chaining it to the others. So far everything looked fine, untouched since she had put these datastores into her locker: but better safe than sorry.
Beside her on the workbench was her flashlight-laser; that was going to be hand-recalibrated and checked even more thoroughly, before she tried using it. But while the numbers ran, she could just sit back and stare at the ceiling (it looked like at least some of Static's equipment was still there) and think about what she needed to know, about what was going on, before she came to any decisions.
Care to come over and chat?
Where: Engineering
Summary: Anwei settles down to check her equipment for tampering, and get caught up on ship news
Warnings: None
One look at Engineering, and Anwei mentally threw away any inventory that she still had for the place. Everything had changed, moved, been rearranged: and that was before the damage that SHODAN must have done.
She had to start with the basics. She went over multiple shelves before she found a laptop – the screen was cracked and it wasn't holding power very well, but it had a USB port and that was all that mattered. She found an out-of-the way spot and went to work with wire mesh and cables connectors, writing a quick testing program, hooking one of the modified datastores to the laptop to check, then chaining it to the others. So far everything looked fine, untouched since she had put these datastores into her locker: but better safe than sorry.
Beside her on the workbench was her flashlight-laser; that was going to be hand-recalibrated and checked even more thoroughly, before she tried using it. But while the numbers ran, she could just sit back and stare at the ceiling (it looked like at least some of Static's equipment was still there) and think about what she needed to know, about what was going on, before she came to any decisions.
Care to come over and chat?
no subject
Doc had stopped in to Engineering on the hunt for something to tinker with. Improvisation was a skill he liked to keep sharp and there was a fair degree of nostalgia for him in just mucking about with things to see what he could build.
He couldn't help saying something to Anwei however when he looked up at the ceiling and found that she was staring at what seemed to be... nothing.
no subject
"No, I'm pondering the meaning of memory, actually. I remember cleaning these datastores, and putting them away," one hand drifted over the thumb-sized golden oblongs scattered over her area, "but I have to check, because maybe my memory is false, or maybe someone tampered with them while I was away. Or both."
Of course in theory the only person who might tamper with them was Stacy herself, and why would she put a program into Anwei's datastores - because she was forbidden from running it herself, and would use me to work around that limitation. Come on, Anwei; you've seen AIs tweak their orders before.
late tags because I am made of sick this weekend sorry!
"All the scary things I've learned about what kind of shennanigans the human brain pulls with our perception of time and memory and sensation just really make me wish I could haul out my various lobes and check them for bugs sometimes. Are your stores checking out okay so far?"
Everyone's sick, no worries
"Oh, if I was back home my AI friend would go on and on about that particular organic weakness. For some reason my universe never really seems to have gotten into the mind/metal arts; you were organic, or you translate yourself fully into software. No half-measures, and no jumping back." Weird, when you thought about it.
She pulled one datastore away from the one hooked to the laptop with a tiny tack noise, and replaced it with another. "Everything clean so far. I don't want to hand them around to people who might need to store things offline, if there's even a slight chance that I could be spreading a data infection. On the other hand," the corner of her mouth slid way WAY up, in her version of an ironic smile, "no messages from Stacy saying 'Push the green button on this corridor to download a full pod passenger list', or anything."