trans_9 | Programming Needs You!

Anwei had combed her hair and brushed out her jacket, trying to look her best. For her, Jonas' red-and-green gleaming shape seated in front of a computer screen, was a sign of something familiar, someone she knew.

"Good morning," she said, coming up beside him and resolutely keeping her eyes from straying to his screen. "Or evening, as the case may be. Sorry I didn't come right here, I had to run an errand for Dr. Hussein. How have you been?"

"[I was about to ask if it was morning; and how you had figured that out,]" Jonas replied, setting down his omnicom and turning to face her. "[No need to apologize, 'your earliest convenience' meant exactly that.]"

He considered her question for a moment, then shrugged. "[I am reasonably well for the moment. I would ask you how you have been, but I assume you have been primarily unconscious.]" He gestured at a nearby chair, one of several apparently liberated from the Mess Hall. "[Have a seat.]"

"Unconscious, and then trying to adjust to people being gone. And to all the damage that's been done," she said, taking the offered seat with a nod.

"I hope I can get back up to speed without too much retraining. I'm inferring that SHODAN for whatever reason concentrated on physical destruction rather than virtual, else every computer-based system on board would be nonfunctional." Including, possibly, Jonas - although she held her tongue before saying that.

"[Yes, we have had an unfortunate number of people returned to the Pods in rapid succession,]" Jonas agreed, making a face. "[There's been something of a scramble lately as a result.]"

He shrugged his shoulders. "[Not much has changed on the omnicom system since you were taken, so I doubt that you will need to concern yourself overmuch with retraining -- though if you would be amenable, I might ask you to help me train any new volunteers who turn up.]" He intended to primarily go for a group learning environment, but some people learned better one-on-one, and the more quickly he could get as many people possible up to speed, the better.

"It makes me wonder if hiding in the Bleed is the best idea, if it is causing so much damage to the crew." If only there was some way to shield against this mysterious damage to avia.

Hopefully Stacy's soul was in no danger of falling out. It wasn't like she could repod herself, after all.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'd be happy to work with any new people. Of course Med Bay is also short on people, but I'm office support there, not actually working with patients. Maybe some more medical personnel will show up."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little thumb-sized block, covered with elaborate gold swirls. "I was wondering if you need any offline storage for training materials and such. Things that might be safer if they were not stored in Stacy, where they might be attacked. This holds about forty terabytes, and is pretty well hardened. You might want to take the gold off, though," she added, frowning.

"[I am not sure how much of anything about this ship is the best idea,]" Jonas said, wrinkling his nose as he remembered how many times something that the Daligig had put on the ship had tried to kill or enslave the crew.

He tapped a finger thoughtfully on the edge of his desk. "[There are several people in multiple departments,]" he said. "[I am sure that we can work something out to make sure that you have the time you need for Medical.]"

He took the block when she offered it, dutifully inspecting it to see if he could determine the era it was from -- or would be from if it were something out of his own universe -- then set it on his desk next to his omnicom.

"[I will put the important information we have gathered onto it, but then I believe it would be most useful in your care,]" he said. He tapped the side of his head with an index finger and gave her a wry smile. "[I do not forget much, and the omnicom system is entirely independent of Stacy, but having another back-up does not strike me as being a bad thing. I will leave the removal of the gold to you, if it needs to be done.]"

"The Daligig don't seem to be professional soldiers. Sometimes I wonder if they just started up their offensive as fast as they could, without thinking out all the little details, and have gone too far to backtrack and make repairs." Or maybe they cared so little for their Chosen that they didn't care if all their souls fell out.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to mirror a copy of my schedule with you so that you can keep track of me - as well as anyone can keep track of anything here." That with a wave of her hand indicating Stacy in all her baffling complexity.

"Backing up my data is a big part of my work habits, going way back. If anyone else might need similar storage media, please feel free to refer them to me. I only mentioned taking off the gold because it does make it a little more desirable to thieves." A wry smile. "And it marks it as being from the Ninth Empire, a civilization that was thorough detested by everyone not in it, and a few who were. I'd hate to see someone unfairly singled out because of their data backup plan." Not that this would happen on the ship, but she could see an alien planet, someone pulling out a datastore to copy some local library....and then rumors, mutterings, backs turned and so on.

"[If they are not, it is rather hypocritical of them to expect professional soldier behavior from those they have drafted into this war,]" Jonas said, making a face.

He nodded agreeably, and tapped his fingers on the table. "[I suppose the most important thing for me to know is where you intend to spend your time during emergencies and attacks on the ship. Would you prefer to be in Medical for that, or will you be here in Programming?]" They could certainly use the Programmers, but Medical was not an unimportant department -- just because he did not particularly need to use it himself did not make him unaware of that fact.

"[I do not recall if my reality had a Ninth Empire off the top of my head,]" he said, and having been originally based off of the brain patterns of a history-buff, he probably would know if there had been. But that was neither here nor there. "But if anyone requires more storage space than we can spare or produce, I will certainly put them in contact with you."

"They may feel that they are employing people who can do what they cannot. Or they may feel - otherwise." As though the crew were disposable tools, or lesser being suited for the rough work of war while the Daligig flitter about in their enlightened state.

She dropped her eyes for a moment, then looked back up. "My work in Medical is primarily recordskeeping and database management; I'm not qualified to treat patients. In an emergency, I would probably be of more use in Computing." Her tongue ground against the inside of her teeth for an instant, remembering Lirath and being shot in Medical. Personally, she thought she would be a lot safer in Computing.

"I possibly come from the same reality as Doctor McNinja, if we accept as other than coincidence that I was Chosen, snatched, what have you, from his home town, of all places on Earth. But the Empire in my universe never found Earth; if they had, they would have invaded and conquered it. All those resources, abundant water and land and minerals - irresistible."

Also, humans are delicious.

Jonas pressed his lips together and shrugged. "[I would not,]" he said after a moment, "[call what the Daligig have done 'employing'.]" 'Shanghaiing', perhaps. That seemed a better descriptor.

He nodded and picked up his omnicom to make a note. "[All right, if I do not see you here in an emergency, I will attempt to contact you three times. If I am unable to get in contact with you, I will assume that you have been pinned down somewhere or captured, and I will make every attempt to recover you when I have the chance.]" 'When', not 'if'. Again, it was important to use the correct words.

"[Ahh, an alien empire.]" Jonas smiled thinly. "[My friends and I have had similar encounters.]"

"Perhaps that didn't translate with perfect fidelity - I meant, as one employs a hammer to drive a nail. If there was an actual working relationship between us and the Daligig, I would expect there to be more information exchanged. Instead they just - pound at the Ohm, with us."

And when the hammer breaks, lay it aside and un-pod another.

Anwei dipped her head in respect. "Thank you, Jonas. And if I am ever in a position to rescue you or yours in return, I will do the very best that I can." Which probably was next to nothing compared to Jonas' talents, but she would try.

"Yes, it's strange to discover that your universe is nothing more than a cliche. The all-devouring Empire, ruthless and unstoppable, ancient and corrupt, so on and so forth." Speaking as an ex-citizen of that Empire, she did not sound impressed.

"[I see,]" Jonas said with a nod. "[That does sound more accurate. But that's a discussion for another time and place, I think.]" He tilted his head toward the one of the walls nearby, hoping that she would get the message that he would be interested in further discussing it in some place where the walls could not listen to them quite as well as Stacy could here.

"[Thank you,]" he said with a nod back. He would not discount the offer just because she did not seem to have any other-than-baseline-human abilities. One never knew where Jonas would be knocked offline or something, or be unable to get to his friends.

"[I much prefer the ones that only think that they are unstoppable,]" he said. "[Hopefully, this threat is one of those rather than the truly unstoppable.]"

"Similes are so difficult to refine, and the possibility of misunderstanding is always a danger. Private discussions are usually best for going over all the nuances." She caught Jonas' head-gesture and mirrored it, to show she understood.

Anwei had never made use of Stacy's so-called 'blind spots' before, but she suspected she would be doing just that in the future.

"The Ninth Empire got where it was simply through first mover advantage: they managed to kill off a lot of aggressive races in their area of the galaxy." Often by making their meat 'fashionable' for a few years, and eating them beyond the point of genetic species-rebuild. "With the Ohm moving between universes as they apparently are, I don't even know if we know where and when they started. Although if we did, it would be useful information. If we could find out why they choose certain universes to be destroyed, we could warn and also defend - maybe."

Maybe.

The crew had been working diligently on mapping Stacy's blind spots. Even if one was not inclined to use them to be sneaky, knowing their locations was a good idea. If something happened to another crew member and they lost control of themselves -- as had happened before -- you definitely did not want to encounter them in a blind spot.

"[Something to look into,]" Jonas agreed. "[Perhaps we can ask GIA for more information; they might be more inclined to share what they have with us than our guests are.]" He tapped his fingertips against the tabletop. "[Ah, one more thing -- if you can think of practices or processes that would improve the efficiency and usefulness of this sub-department, please don't hesitate to suggest them. I want to make sure that everyone feels that they can make suggestions, assuming it is not actively during a crisis situation]"

Anwei would certainly memorize that map as soon as she found it, so as not to be caught unawares in one. Growing up in a high-surveillance society, she was more aware than most of the dangers of things happening out of sight.

"I will certainly go through what I know of Vizsnunishne procedures, and see what could be adapted. I suppose the most immediate thing is to make certain that people don't take all their knowledge with them if they are repodded," or killed, she did not say. "Back up your data, encrypted if necessary, and make sure someone else has the decrypt key."

"[As I said, something we are already endeavoring to do,]" Jonas said with a smile. "[Though I suppose I ought to spread some of mine around a bit more. I shall check and see that the others in Programming do so as well, and suggest it to the other department heads if they are not already doing so themselves. Anything else?]"

She touched the corner of her monitor with one finger. "No, I think that is all. If I think of more, I will let you know as soon as feasible. Thank you for letting me return to work. I do better when I can feel that I am doing something."

"[Not at all,]" Jonas demurred. "[The help is more than welcome. I will let you know when I begin training the other volunteers.]"

Despite how often she stayed squirreled away most of the time, MF had been keeping up things on the ship...which was really how she ended up here. She had been trying to find a place to stick herself--at least so she wouldn't go crazy with all the free time on her hands. This fit perfectly.

So, she'd left her fortress of hermitude in the city and ventured forth to meet 'Jonas' in hopes of respite from the dragging days (weeks? months?)

She didn't say anything when she arrived--only offered up a small wave in greeting.

Jonas glanced up when he caught the motion of her wave out of the corner of his eye, and set his omnicom down to turn to face her.

"[Hello,]" he said. "[Are you here about joining Programming?]"

The visor she wore reminded him a bit of Cyclops, and he wondered momentarily if she was an alternate universe version of the mutant before dismissing the thought as improbable. Visor aside, she did not look like him, and there were undoubtedly millions of reasons to wear a visor like that aside from controlling a mutant power.

As he set his omnicom down, she raised hers up. Her fingers sped over the little device with practiced haste, and when she was satisfied with her message, she turned the omnicom towards him.

[Hi! This is a bit strange, I know, but my only method of speaking with others is through telepathy. I've found that here, it's often rude to sneak that up on people.]

She didn't seem bothered by his appearance at all. In fact, it was par for the course with where she'd come from.

Jonas leaned forward to read the message and let out a little 'ah' of understanding, which he followed up with a shrug. "[Well, I cannot say that I have not seen weirder. Thank you for letting me know. I do not know if my mind can be 'read' by telepaths, but I should be able to hear you, I think, if that is how you would prefer to communicate.]"

He gestured to a nearby chair, apparently set out for the interview-ees. If it looked as though it had been filched from the Mess Hall, that is probably because it was. "[I am Jonas, as I mentioned on the invitation. And you are?]"

After running into Punchy during the meet and greet, Spinelli had already decided he was going to see about getting involved with Programming. So it wasn't too long after the message was posted that he showed up, the messenger bag holding his laptop slung across his body. He blinked in surprise as he saw the figure behind the screen of the workstation, and wound up staring for a few seconds before managing to recover enough to speak.

"Gracious greetings. Might the Jackal inquire if this would be the correct location to speak to someone in regards to lending his assistance to the Programming department?"

Jonas waited until the new arrival spoke before setting down his omnicom and turning toward him. His was the first face that Jonas did not at least vaguely recognize, so he was willing to chalk down the gaping to his being unfamiliar with synthetic intelligences.

"[You would be correct,]" he said, completely unphased by the volunteer's speech pattern. It was unusual on this ship, true; but it almost triggered his nostalgia for home. "[I am Jonas.]" He gestured to one of the chairs that Programming had liberated from the Mess Hall. "[Or the Vision, if you would prefer codenames.]"

True, synthetic intelligences were not something that really existed outside of fiction in Spinelli's world...but there they ran rampant. Especially in the pages of comic books, something that had been near and dear to his heart for many years now, including ones containing a certain superhero team that began with the letter 'A'. So the staring, in this case, was entirely a outward expression to cover the internal reaction to of a very, very happy comic book geek. Fortunately for Jonas, he had at least realized by now that there were going to be people (and synthetic intelligences) here that were close approximations to ones from his world, and he managed not to actually blurt any of that out.

Instead, he nodded, although it was maybe a little too fast, and groped for the chair, finally managing to pull himself over and sit down in it.

"Damian Spinelli, otherwise known as the Jackal, especially in the realms of cyberspace. Or, well, I would suppose cyberspace as it relates to my individual version of Earth. I have been given to understand there are perhaps more of those than I have previously been aware of prior to waking up on Stacy."

((OOC: Sorry I'm late with this. Let me know if you need me to dampen down some of the internal squee? Apparently he's going to have a bit when it comes to Avengers. :D ))

Edited 2012-04-29 04:53 (UTC)

"[Good to meet you, Jackel,]" he said, assuming for the moment that it was Damian's preferred form of address. He also did notice that Damian was staring in a somewhat star-struck fashion, but he put that down under the "first encounter with synthetic intelligence" category.

"[Yes, there are a very wide variety of Earths, among other planets, being represented in the crew on this ship.]" He drummed his fingers against the edge of his desk. "[Unfortunately, that means I am entirely unfamiliar with your body of work. What sort of things are you known for in the cyberspace back in your reality?]"

((OOC: No problem! And feel free to let the squee go where it will -- I don't know how familiar Spinelli is with the Young Avengers verses the Avengers, but I'm sure this can go nowhere but awesome ;D ))

He was talking with the Vision. The Vision. Granted, from his appearance, Spinelli would surmise that it was the version from Young Avengers and not the main team...but that didn't really matter. All he knew was that he was somewhere where he was getting to talk to the likes of his childhood heroes, and he was more than a little giddy over the prospect.

"Oh. Oh! Yes, of course, that would make things most difficult. One moment, and I can show you some of my work."

The easiest way to do that was to retrieve his laptop from his bag, and power it up. There was still some battery life left, enough at least to demonstrate.

"Of course, there would need to be some adjustments made once I have been able to study the current level of encryption available on board, so this may seem a bit primitive by your standards, but..."

While had no doubt they would seem quite simplistic to Jonas, they were certainly ones that the average person in the early decades of the 21st century would have difficulty getting through. His fingers flew over the keyboard, disabling the elaborate protections he had in place as easily as he had put them there to start with, inputting algorithms that would automatically generate new protections that would render what he had typed in useless on a second go-round. It was a shifting, mutable piece of code, as secure as he could make it.

"The Jackal assures you that his skill is such that no firewall of his time is an issue, the most difficult of codes can be broken, and that security devices everywhere are a simple matter to access. In fact, for a time there was some...ah, government interest in his work."

Finally he brought up a splash screen for a video game, the words 'The Saga of Stone Cold' written across it. It looked to be fairly decent graphics-wise, although not top-end, at least not depending on when he was from. He grinned, pleased. "And about four years ago, I created this small game, which I must say did quite well considering I only spent a week putting it together for Stone Cold."

A little symbol flashed across the screen, putting the game as copyright 2007. Here he hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Would that be a sufficient demonstration or would you perhaps prefer something more specific to Stacy's systems?"

Jonas moved over to get a look at Jackal's work, though he also took the opportunity to inspect the laptop to get an idea of the technology that the new volunteer was familiar with. It seemed to be from a similar era to the one from which Stacy had taken Jonas -- well, assuming that the technology in question was that which the average person in the United States could get their hands on. Good, Jonas knew how to teach from that point in technological know-how.

"[Engineering can manufacture you a more easily-recharged battery that you could connect to your laptop,]" Jonas suggested when he saw the levels left displayed on the screen. Other than that, he watched silently as Jackal worked. "[Impressive,]" he said. "[Very impressive. If you would like to demonstrate something on Stacy's systems, I would not say no to it. Though if you are referring to the omnicom systems, they are actually independent of Stacy; they were developed and created by a member of the crew.]"

Who, unfortunately, was still being held prisoner by his evil mother somewhere on board the ship.

Artoo was actually somewhat reassured by Jonas' appearance - if the department was headed by another android, perhaps that meant that he wouldn't be overlooked. He entered, greeting the mechanoid seated at the workstation with a curious whistle.

Jonas glanced up at the whistle and actually smiled.

"[You,]" he said, rising to his feet, "[definitely woke up recently.]" He would certainly have remembered seeing R2-D2 around!

If Artoo was hoping for something familiar from home, though, he would be disappointed. Jonas moved with the same fluidity as a human would as he kicked a couple chairs aside to clear an easier path from the door.

"[I am Jonas,]" he said. "[Though I imagine that you gathered that from the announcement on the com channel. Does the ship's translation system work for you, or are we going to need to create a work-around?]"

The little droid rolled closer, beeping cheerfully in response to Jonas' remarks. He had to admit to being pretty impressed with the other android's fluidity of movement, but he kept any comments about that to himself. What he did say was something along the lines that he didn't think the ship was automatically translating his speech, but since this was in fact true and he was utterly incomprehensible at the moment his actual words were somewhat superfluous.

"[Work-around it is then,]" Jonas said. It seemed as though it ought to be possible to figure something out. He paused a moment. "[My apologies, you are here about joining Programming, yes? If you are not, we can still find you a work-around, of course.]"

He assumed that Artoo was here to join the department, but it was possible that he was here for another reason entirely. Probable, but not completely certain.

Fuu still felt rather uncertain about her programming abilities. She did have excellent grades, and she had to admit to being proud of her ability, but that was on Earth in 1993. Now she was on a ship that was more advanced than anything that had been in the Universal Century or Star Trek or any other science fiction she could think of.

So, she had been working steadily to improve her skills and bring them up to speed. Jonas' invitation over the omnicomm had come as a surprise, but if he was willing to work with someone who was still very much in study, Fuu was glad to volunteer.

When she peeked into the doorway, she was half-surprised to see someone who looked like a robot. The other half thought oh, how fitting. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Jonas?" she said, putting on a polite smile. "I'm Fuu Hououji--I came about your request for programmers."

Jonas glanced up at the girl's voice and rose to his feet with a smile.

"[I am,]" he answered. And, because he had taken a peek at her profile on the omnicom, he bowed politely in the manner he had picked up when he had been in Japan. He figured that it was a safe guess for a person who had a name like her's and mentioned her friends' blood types in their descriptions.

He gestured to another nearby chair. "[Would you prefer I call you Ms. Fuu or Ms. Hououji?]"

Fuu's smile became something more genuine at the bow, and she returned the gesture before taking the seat that Jonas indicated. She also noted that there was a definite mechanical harmonic to his voice, rather unlike Atom's more natural tone.

"Ah--Ms. Fuu would be fine," she said after a second or two of consideration. Despite this being a ship of 'chosen warriors,' things seemed to be less formal than Fuu would have expected of a military group, though the disparate nature of the recruits made that more understandable. "What would you like to know about my skills?"

"[Ms. Fuu it is then,]" Jonas said. It sounded a little awkward in English, but his Japanese still sounded like he had eaten a textbook and code-switching seemed to cause several moments' confusion between his language programming and Stacy's own.

He sat again and folded his hands in his lap, interlacing his fingers.

"[Approximately what level of technology are you familiar with?]" he asked. This part was a little difficult, since what he wanted to ask was "what year are you from?"; but alternate realities made that question near-useless. A member of the crew could be from the B.C.E. era and a time-traveler, or they could be from a post-technology forty-first. "[Are personal computers common when you are from, for example, or cellular phones?]"

"Hm..." Fuu lapsed into silence. It was hard to remember--not hard because she couldn't, but to think back to a life that had been obliterated. Her parents' computer collection had been wiped from existence... she tried to put the thought out of her mind and just think of what it had been. The Powerbook 140. That came out this--this summer. It was primitive compared to the paper-thin notebooks of the 2000s, as she had discovered in her research. She kept her mind firmly on that point.

"They're becoming more and more common," she said. "Programming is being taught in schools; that's where I began learning it. Cellphones are as well, but they're more of a novelty right now. They haven't yet become ubiquitous. Most people who need one still use a pager."

As much as she tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, Fuu couldn't shake the alien feeling of talking about the future of a place that had been destroyed.

Jonas nodded once. "[It sounds as though you are not particularly far off the technology commonly available in the era I was taken from,]" he said. Well, not too far in the sense that a decade and a half was not much when the mind Jonas' brain patterns originated had traveled a thousand years into the past. "[Good starting point. Have you looked into programming at all since you woke up on board?]"

"Really? Oh, that is a relief," said Fuu, cupping her cheek in one hand as her face heated slightly. "I've been feeling quite behind the times with all the talk of Internet and the like, on top of the ship's own systems."

She nodded quickly at the question. "I've been doing my best to catch up, so I have been studying quite a lot about programming since pod release," she said. "I haven't been sure if my skill level was enough for the department, or I would have asked to join earlier."

"[Technology moves very quickly in that era,]" Jonas said. At least, it had in his reality. It was hard to say how other realities had fared without the likes of Tony Stark, Reed Richards, and Hank Pym running around. For better or for worse. "[But most users of the technology do not understand it very well either.]"

He smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders. "[I suppose that is my fault, at least somewhat,]" he said. "[I should have made an earlier announcement about our willingness to take on people no matter what level of familiarity they have with technology. I will make more of a habit of it in the future. We are certainly glad to have you now, and I will be happy to teach you what you need to know if you do not know it already.]"

Ever since she had been a child, Naoto had dabbled in programming. She was part of a linux group and had built her own computers, along with her detective and knowledge skills. Learning the various languages and mathematics involved had almost been a game for her. She was certain that her talents could be put to good use here, and thus had arrived in good form a short while later.

This ship still continued to surprise her. Of course the head or programming could have been possibly an android, but it had not crossed her mind until she walked in.

"Greetings," she told him nonchalantly, tipping her hat. "I am Naoto Shirogane, and I came to inquire about the open positions in programming, if you would have me."

Jonas nodded in return, setting down his omnicom and gesturing to the chair he had been using for the interviews.

"[You are in the right place,]" he said. "[We could always use an extra hand. I am Jonas. Do you have a preferred form of address? Surname, given name, a title?]" As an opening gambit, the question had been working fairly well for him so far. It put people at their ease, and he knew he was not going to start their professional relationship by putting his foot in his mouth.

Eventually after her own message, Veronica shows up clad in power armor, save for her hood, and stares for just a moment at the synthetic man before grinning.

"...not what I expected, but definitely neat."

"[I really do not think that I am the strangest crew member on this ship,]" Jonas said drily as he rose to his feet. "[Welcome to Programming, my name is Jonas.]"

Power armor, always interesting. He wondered, like he always did when he encountered a new suit of it, if it were also capable of supporting synthetic life. Ah well, a question for later -- first he ought to determine if she was a prospective Programmer or the new head of the Science department.

Veronica chuckled a little awkwardly. "Well, no - just never met someone like you before, but that's not what this is about." She cleared her throat. "I'm Veronica - we spoke over the omnicomm. Looking to possibly join up and possibly get some advice on the whole 'being a department head' thing."

"[Ah, yes,]" Jonas said, smiling a little to put her more at ease. He was not really that offended by her reaction, after all. "[I thought you might be the new head of Science. Please, take a seat; I will do my best to answer what questions you have. Is there a particular place you would like to begin?]"

The offered seat is taken, and Veronica considers the question for a moment. "Guess I'm curious as to what I ought to do. Or what's expected. Do I just go out and find people interested in 'science' as a vague concept and have them join up and look over what projects they come up with, or do I guide them, or both?"

There's a pause. "The only comparable group in my life that I'd look to as an example is...kind of a terrible example for this kind of thing."

"[Both, I would say,]" Jonas said after a moment's thought. "[The departments tend to work together a great deal, and most of the projects are either things necessary to the smooth running of the ship, things requested by other members of the crew, or some combination of both. There should be a list of previous and on-going projects somewhere, I would suggest that you locate the list and go over it to make sure that nothing falls by the wayside.]"

He tapped a finger idly against the desk. "[In the past, Science has collaborated primarily with Medical and Engineering. I would also suggest introducing yourself to the head or heads of both those departments and seeing if they have any suggestions or requests.]"

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