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thebastion2014-10-21 01:45 am
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2014-10-21 01:45 am
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Day 241 | Open
Who: Rob, Anyone
Open: Open
When: 241
Where: Near the donut bush and the cubic oak tree, then heading over to Colin's workshop.
What: The Bastion now has a cart to move big stuff around with.Along with sandpaper plants/"gritleaf" but shush those aren't important right now.
Format: Will match
Warnings: None yet
Rob hasn't made a big deal about the project he's been working on for the past ten days. Actually, he hasn't made any kind of deal about it, and there are maybe three people in the Bastion who he's mentioned it to, aside from anyone who might've wandered by in the meantime and seen him at work. But now he's finally finished it: a two-wheeled cart that a person (or some sort of draft animal if someone knows how to rig up a harness system) can use to move heavy or bulky items around with. With the exception of nails and a few fittings, the cart is entirely made of wood from the cubic oak tree. What? It's not very impressive for ten days of work? You try turning logs into planks with only a handsaw and see how long it takes you. (Rob's note to self: make a lumber mill at some point.)
Entirely unrelated are the foot-tall plants with rough undersides to their leaves that popped up on Day 238 in a fair-sized clump near the cubic oak tree and in singles here and there around the rest of the Bastion, leaves from which Rob's been using as sandpaper.
But the cart's done now, and after a final sanding of the handles to remove a rough spot he missed, he hefts half a square log from the cubic oak tree onto the cart and takes it for a partially-loaded test pull. He has no idea how this is supposed to feel, but it seems like it's working all right, so he'll call it a success for now. He heads over to Colin's workshop with it, pausing midway to mop the sweat from his brow and toss his sodden tank top on the cart. Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on... pasty white flesh, tan lines from the tank top, and a slight gut. ...Okay never mind.
In any case, he'll be knocking on Colin's door once he arrives, and he can be accosted at any point along his journey.
[For reference, let's say the cart looks something like this.]
Open: Open
When: 241
Where: Near the donut bush and the cubic oak tree, then heading over to Colin's workshop.
What: The Bastion now has a cart to move big stuff around with.
Format: Will match
Warnings: None yet
Rob hasn't made a big deal about the project he's been working on for the past ten days. Actually, he hasn't made any kind of deal about it, and there are maybe three people in the Bastion who he's mentioned it to, aside from anyone who might've wandered by in the meantime and seen him at work. But now he's finally finished it: a two-wheeled cart that a person (or some sort of draft animal if someone knows how to rig up a harness system) can use to move heavy or bulky items around with. With the exception of nails and a few fittings, the cart is entirely made of wood from the cubic oak tree. What? It's not very impressive for ten days of work? You try turning logs into planks with only a handsaw and see how long it takes you. (Rob's note to self: make a lumber mill at some point.)
Entirely unrelated are the foot-tall plants with rough undersides to their leaves that popped up on Day 238 in a fair-sized clump near the cubic oak tree and in singles here and there around the rest of the Bastion, leaves from which Rob's been using as sandpaper.
But the cart's done now, and after a final sanding of the handles to remove a rough spot he missed, he hefts half a square log from the cubic oak tree onto the cart and takes it for a partially-loaded test pull. He has no idea how this is supposed to feel, but it seems like it's working all right, so he'll call it a success for now. He heads over to Colin's workshop with it, pausing midway to mop the sweat from his brow and toss his sodden tank top on the cart. Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on... pasty white flesh, tan lines from the tank top, and a slight gut. ...Okay never mind.
In any case, he'll be knocking on Colin's door once he arrives, and he can be accosted at any point along his journey.
[For reference, let's say the cart looks something like this.]
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Rob nods and heads to the handles.
"'Kay. Be back," a faint smirk, "in two shakes of a dragon's tail."
He strains a bit to get the cart to start moving, but once it's in motion Newton takes over and he's on his way.
Obviously even Paar isn't that slow. But the Bastion isn't big enough that Rob's gone that long, and he soon returns with a 15-foot long, one-foot-square log in the cart and dripping with even more sweat. The log is longer than the cart, so it hangs off the end, but that doesn't seem to have caused any major issues.
If Colin went back inside while he was waiting, Rob knocks on the door before calling out. Kind of quietly, as is usual for him, but Colin's expecting to hear from him. If Colin's still outside, Rob will use his normal speaking voice, which is still pretty quiet.
"Back."
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He reaches out to grab the log, and after a moment of testing its weight, he lifts it out of the cart with only a little effort. He doesn't just work on light materials in his workshop, so he's gotta have an appropriately rated piece of equipment.
He smiles at Rob, and beckons for him to follow into the workshop. "Come on, we'll figure this out in no time at all," he says, heading in and over to a large spot of floor, where he sets the log down.
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"Not that I was planning on it," he says as he follows Colin inside, "but remind me never to challenge you to arm wrestling."
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He moves to the display for the scale and starts to poke at it.
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"You're a cyborg?"
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He watches Colin poke at the scale display.
"How does maintenance work here? Can you do self-repairs?"
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He points to his cybernetic eye. "This thing, for example, isn't designed to need more maintenance than a pair of biological eyes. A trip to the opthamologist a year or so. It might be a little tricky, but with the monument, I can get the supplies I need easily. As for the muscles and bones, that's basically biology at this point. My nanites take care of that stuff as a matter of their programming, and they self-replicate inside me so I won't ever need to switch 'em out."
He beams proudly then, and gestures towards Rob then. "Don't knock the desk cybernetics, though," he says. "Plenty of workstation interface cybernetics make desk work a breeze."
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"But desk cybernetics - does that mean mind-machine interfaces of some kind? If they're permanent installations how do you handle security? A hacker getting access to someone's brain is a bit more serious than getting access to a government database, and no security system can be 100% foolproof once you add in human error."
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He grins then, and he steps over to the log to straighten it on the scale's platform. "Unwieldly little thing, ain't'cha?" he mutters, giving it a disapproving glare.
"Anyway, for desk cybernetics, I meant things like control points implanted in fingertips, visual outputs patched directly into the eyes, interface inputs tied directly to the brain. Outputs to the brain are regulated heavily for just that reason, actually," Colin says, laughing quietly. "I should know, I've hacked more than a few of them myself."
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"I'm having trouble imagining a scenario where directly accessing someone else's brain without their permission is okay."
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Yes, he's still completely nonplussed about his life experiences.
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"Some means can't be justified by any ends. I'd like to think I've got enough morals to be able to tell when something's so absolutely wrong."
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"Got a weight yet?"