Brainstorm (
universebeware) wrote in
destinystrings2013-04-17 12:38 pm
Entry tags:
Help Unwanted
Who: Brainstorm and You!
Where: Brainstorm's Workshop, which is in a slightly-quieter portion of the Cancer district.
Summary: Come Bother the Giant Robot: The Entry.
Warnings: Brainstorm is a jerk.
Unlike most of the inhabitants of Hinoto-Ri, Brainstorm is a touch too large for the given apartments. So he's acquired himself a space that looks more like a hangar than a house, but for someone like him, it works. Most of the time, the door is shut, but today, it is open. It's not that Brainstorm wants company - it's that he expects the other visitors to break their new toys at some point or another. Organics are clumsy things, and much as he loathes to interrupt his own work and research, well. Some things just have to be done, whether he likes it or not.
That, and with spring getting into swing, it's getting warmer, and some days it's easier to just keep the door open.
Those who approach would hear the sound of tools in use - and perhaps be unlucky enough to step up when he's welding, and get a eyeful of terribly bright light. Whatever he's doing when someone draws near, though, he's too busy to notice them.
At the side of the open hangar door is sign with an arrow pointing to a roughly human-scaled stairwell. It zigzags up to a platform that will put anyone who climbs it roughly at Brainstorm's chest level - high enough to not strain their necks, but low enough to still be looked down on. There's a panel on the safety railing with a large palm-sized button on it. A digital display above it displays "Press For Assistance" in multiple languages. It appears to be considerate, but it's mostly to cut down on what he considers annoyances.
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OOC: Do come bother Brainstorm! Need something built, repaired, or if your character's curious/nosy, or whatever you wanna do!
Where: Brainstorm's Workshop, which is in a slightly-quieter portion of the Cancer district.
Summary: Come Bother the Giant Robot: The Entry.
Warnings: Brainstorm is a jerk.
Unlike most of the inhabitants of Hinoto-Ri, Brainstorm is a touch too large for the given apartments. So he's acquired himself a space that looks more like a hangar than a house, but for someone like him, it works. Most of the time, the door is shut, but today, it is open. It's not that Brainstorm wants company - it's that he expects the other visitors to break their new toys at some point or another. Organics are clumsy things, and much as he loathes to interrupt his own work and research, well. Some things just have to be done, whether he likes it or not.
That, and with spring getting into swing, it's getting warmer, and some days it's easier to just keep the door open.
Those who approach would hear the sound of tools in use - and perhaps be unlucky enough to step up when he's welding, and get a eyeful of terribly bright light. Whatever he's doing when someone draws near, though, he's too busy to notice them.
At the side of the open hangar door is sign with an arrow pointing to a roughly human-scaled stairwell. It zigzags up to a platform that will put anyone who climbs it roughly at Brainstorm's chest level - high enough to not strain their necks, but low enough to still be looked down on. There's a panel on the safety railing with a large palm-sized button on it. A digital display above it displays "Press For Assistance" in multiple languages. It appears to be considerate, but it's mostly to cut down on what he considers annoyances.
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OOC: Do come bother Brainstorm! Need something built, repaired, or if your character's curious/nosy, or whatever you wanna do!

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No, no. If others learn how to fix these things, then I suspect other Visitors will become less careful, since they will have options for repair that aren't the 'big cranky robot'--
[His irritable, bitterness-filled tirade is cut off as he catches just what Tachikoma said, and he crouches down to get a closer look.]
...what's all this about 'when you were a tank'?
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But I use to be an urban combat tank back from where I originated from! Well, an AI that controlled such a tank for Section 9, but really, it was practically my body since my AI always resided there.
Oh, do you have a cable with an IEC 76610-5-203 compliant connector on the end of it? I could share some of my memories so you can see what I looked like!
no subject
So... What, are you in a human-shaped body now like some of the other AIs here, or what?
[That's important, because even if he did, if she's some kind of bio-mechanical hybrid thing, he's not going for it.]
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Oh, but I do have a cyberbrain like most humans do where I'm from. It's just a normal brain with electronic enhancements that allows people to connect to the net or other electronic devices directly via their brain! It's done mostly through nanomachines. Look! See! I have the outlets like others do!
[She turns around and shows Brainstorm the back of her neck, where four round openings are. They vaguely look like S-video outputs or other such cable connections one might see on a computer or TV.]
Actually, if you think about it, a cyberbrain works a lot like the COMP and watch this town provides works. Except it's internally in our brains instead of outside our bodies.
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I believe I will have to decline that connection offer quite vehemently, as I have no desire to interact with any sort of biomechanical things unless necessary.
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...Well, okay, a Tachikoma in a human body. But where I come from, almost everyone has a cyberbrain! They're not things at all! They're humans! With their own ghosts and everything! Even fully cyberdized humans still have parts of their brain intact as well as their ghost.
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If you're quite finished flaunting your terrible state of being around, then I ask that you leave my lab quite hastily if you don't mind.
[Yeah someone's a little bit racist against cyborgs.]
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[Tachikoma hasn't quite catch on the tone of racism just yet, because she thinks Brainstorm is only referring to her, and she's only one Tachikoma, not a whole race of them.]