[Tony waves his hand in dismissal.] Ongoing project. Nothing pertinent to your, uh, extremely unique situation, which... [he drops into a swivel chair in front of one of the tables and half-spins toward Simon,] I can't help but notice you keep putting off talking about.
[He swipes a hand over the console next to him and a hologram fritzes to life beside him, about the size of a flatscreen monitor, except with a little more depth of field. He swipes past a couple icons of folders and windowed menus until he finally taps a user icon and brings up a 3D model. Rough-around the edges, like it was sketched in z-space rather than scanned from a real-life model, but definitely not dissimilar to Simon's unique silhouette.]
Like. I could think about a million ways we could shore up your situation, starting with a quality of life increase from that particular-- [he gestures vaguely at the suit,] -- casing, but first you gotta give me an idea where to start.
[Tony would be lying if he said he wasn't keen on cracking the dive suit open ASAP to see the wiring inside, but he's also got a feeling from the cautious way Simon steps through the lab that he might not be the first one who's had that thought -- and definitely not the meanest.]
[ Simon is startled to see the prep work Tony's already done for (what he assumed to be) the problem. He's even more startled at the suggestion that he be put into another... "casing" entirely, and his eyes snap to Tony's as soon as the sentence is out. He's less keen on that than ever, and he wasn't keen on it the first time, when Catherine brought up the idea that he could be scanned again to traverse the abyss.
But it's good news, right? He could build Catherine another body... what kind she'd want, Simon has no idea, but. ]
Thanks, but it's not for me. [ He pulls the cortex chip out of the Omnitool, small and clunky, with its reaching tendrils of the same chitinous hardened glop that forms the bulk of Simon's antlers, when they exist. He holds it up. There's an entire person inside something this tiny. ]
I need to get the data off of this. Angela — the blonde woman who runs the clinic — she tried, but she's not an AI specialist, so I figured... [ He turns the chip over in his hand. ]
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industries) wrote2019-05-15 09:19 pm
so sorry for the wait aaaahh!! real life.... rip
[He swipes a hand over the console next to him and a hologram fritzes to life beside him, about the size of a flatscreen monitor, except with a little more depth of field. He swipes past a couple icons of folders and windowed menus until he finally taps a user icon and brings up a 3D model. Rough-around the edges, like it was sketched in z-space rather than scanned from a real-life model, but definitely not dissimilar to Simon's unique silhouette.]
Like. I could think about a million ways we could shore up your situation, starting with a quality of life increase from that particular-- [he gestures vaguely at the suit,] -- casing, but first you gotta give me an idea where to start.
[Tony would be lying if he said he wasn't keen on cracking the dive suit open ASAP to see the wiring inside, but he's also got a feeling from the cautious way Simon steps through the lab that he might not be the first one who's had that thought -- and definitely not the meanest.]
no worries!! id wait forever for you booboo
But it's good news, right? He could build Catherine another body... what kind she'd want, Simon has no idea, but. ]
Thanks, but it's not for me. [ He pulls the cortex chip out of the Omnitool, small and clunky, with its reaching tendrils of the same chitinous hardened glop that forms the bulk of Simon's antlers, when they exist. He holds it up. There's an entire person inside something this tiny. ]
I need to get the data off of this. Angela — the blonde woman who runs the clinic — she tried, but she's not an AI specialist, so I figured... [ He turns the chip over in his hand. ]
I just need to know if she's still in here.