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thedifferencebetween) wrote2017-10-03 09:42 am
thedifferencebetween) wrote2017-10-03 09:42 am
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Depends on what you're accessing.
[ Because he's got panels out the wazoo. A panel on his right arm flips open with a readout of his heart rate, O2, and energy stores before requiring another meal. Beneath the gauntlet of his opposite arm, a panel flips open to read a basic list of tasks and assignments in the form of commands. The text is orange and 'retro' and the command in the PRIORITY spot reads internal order #214 β LISTEN TO JACK. ]
If you're trying to get into what passes for my guts, [ he says once both displays are open for Jack to see, ] they're under here. The scalemail opens. Don't know whose design this is. Doesn't look anything like Ikon's suit.
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[Jack is distracted, looking over Slade's...everything. Interesting, pretty easily accessible readout screens.]
Mine unscrews, he was all 'hey, let's have some fun, I'll put on a show if you take it off and lemme have it!' and I, benevolent and horny fool that I am, handed it over. Asshole bolted out the door laughing into the night.
[But hey, it's a fun story, and Jack found his physical form as it ought to be when the fog came back in so it's not like he'd had to go and get it back or anything.]
And yeah, I wanna get a look at your insides. Cuz you're a whole different kind of sim that I've never seen before - which goes for like every one of us, really.
[The vast differences are staggering, as he mentioned to Slade earlier.]
Sleek design though, pretty streamlined exterior. I can dig it.
cw: a lil body horror
I imagine he's gone now. The guy. He vanished?
[ Leave it to Slade to slap on a downer ending. He'd say he's here to get his hardware checked out, not for entertainment... but there's also a new inquisitiveness about him that doesn't allow him to leave stones unturned. He still needs to figure out where people go when they leave. And, if it's somewhere good, how he can join them. ]
...Serves its purpose. [ A solid body meant for solid kills, not too unlike his look from back home.
He sits back down for this one, gets about as comfy as one can for a man about to have his insides poked and prodded at. Once he's settled, the silver access panel swings open to what looks like wire-laden 'muscle' laid above a synthetic rib cage. The bones aren't actually bones, but polycarbonate constructions meant to simulate the structure of human anatomy. Everything is light and transparent. Through the rib cage, one can see synthetic lungs, a synthetic heart, and a cache of wires, processors, and memory banks housed where his stomach should be. What passes for blood is deep orange and flows all throughout each of these interacting systems. ]
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[Best two hours of his life, or so he thinks sometimes. But right now...he lets out a sound like a whistle, the light in his eyes flashing as he gets a look at Slade's insides.]
Well look at that. Yeah, see....I don't look anything like this inside. Opening me up's like opening up a computer's mainframe....oh god damn it.
[Why did he say it? Why? He has no one to blame but himself. He pushes his attention to the job at hand, but some little electronic part of his brain just keeps playing the same song on repeat in the back of his head. He hums along while he leans in close, taking in all the details of Slade's insides. It's a whole 'made in our image' deal going on, synthetic organs and everything. It's something Jack's familiar with, in theory, but it's the kind of thing that takes so much work and serves no real purpose that nobody in his time bothers. Plus they've learned their lesson about making robots too human.]
And look at that...some kind of liquid...coolant? Or is that part of your power system?
[He's already reaching for his screwdriver.]
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What is that? Hey. Knock it off. [ Tolerance for cheery machine music is zero, apparently! If Slade is the one having his body intruded upon, he at least gets to chose the playlist. And this ain't it. ] You don't have a radio down here?
And I couldn't tell you.
Didn't come with an instruction manual. 'S probably something important.
[ Yes, now is the time for second thoughts. ]
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[Jack shakes his head as though he could dislodge it. There's a reason he had wiped its existence from Claptrap's library, but it lives on inside his head. And a number of local novelty covers.]
No radio, I got my music player. Pick your awesome lady crooner of the golden age! Which is the late twentieth and early twenty first century. If ya like Taylor Swift - which everybody should - I got ya covered!
[Okay, Jack needs a few more things in this case. He ducks down to rummage through his bag and coming up with a syringe and a vial.]
Plus...I been backwards engineering shit since I was kid, I'll figure out how you work. Might get a liiiiitle uncomfy, but you're a big boy, you can handle it!
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You got... [ Time for an old man to rack his brain for post-80s music. ] Lady Gaga?
Disclaimer's fine, but you can't shake me, Jack. Take notes and try not to fuck anything up.
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[It's a whole different ballgame. But Jack puts on Bad Romance and nods to himself before getting to work. First things first, a sample of that fluid that Slade's got running through him!]
But do me a favor and keep up the convo while I'm doing this. That way I'll know immediately if I do something that fucks with you super bad! Cuz I might fuck you up, I dunno what the hell kinda bot you are or how you work. Here we go!
[With no other warning, he plunges the syringe into Slade's synthetic tube-veins to extract some liquid.]
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[ Slade wasn't planning on sharing just how familiar he is with strange experimentation, but Jack asks him to keep a conversation going, and that's not something he can say no to. Literally. If Jack checks, Slade's latest directive says as much, TALK TO JACK. ]
Took up with the Armed Forces before I learned to sign my name in cursive. I was good. They fast-tracked me to a beta-tested super-soldier programβ [ Oh, that's a needle in his tit, all right. The liquid flows with a viscosity similar to water. It's not like his face can move in a way indicative of a wince, but there's a chance he wouldn't flinch even if this wasn't the case. He broke his own arm, once, to escape from a trap. He's fine. ]
Strapped to a table for days. Pumped full of chemicals. Think I died once or twice, if I recall correctly.
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[Still, impressive, and worth making a note of. Definitely good info to have on the guy.]
Which is pretty damn finite, actually! Like me. I can take a beating, I'm pretty tough, and I come from a place where human life has literally no value. None. Like...negative value, basically. Everybody's always killing everybody cuz there's no laws against it in most places. And I had the particular luxury of growing up during a double military occupation! Two corporations were fighting for my planet, and fuck any civilians just trying to live their lives....Not that there was much life to live on Tantalus.
[Jack transfers the sample and seals it, setting it aside for the moment.]
But depending on your processor and how your body transmits info, you might feel shit you've never imagined a system can feel! On the other hand, it goes both ways. Awesome stuff can feel extra awesome - sim on sim sex is the best friggin sex I've had! Okay, keep talking, we're gonna interrupt this liquid flow here and see what happens!
[No fancy tools, he just reaches in to squeeze shut the most important looking tube. Science!]