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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 2:59 am
Cosine took the laptop from Endiovar and inspected the outside casing for erosion or damage. It was in pretty good condition, only the wear and tear from its previous owner aparent on the outside, a few faded letters in the keys within. She looked at the stickers, they were not familiar to her, though they were intriguing, geometric shapes, almost triangular in appearance.
"Someone may be able to work it. The refugees are using generators to power things. There are plenty of displaced people from races with considerable technological advancement."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:02 am
 What was this thing ?
It was hard for him to imagine was this 'computer' was supposed to be used for. It did not seem to do anything - but then it was broken, wasn't it ? "What did people use this for ?" The boy looked at Endiovar, the glimmer of barely restrained questions easily seen in his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:07 am
"Ah, in that case I leave it in your hands...please feel free to make use of it, I am certain Colin would have been pleased to see it put to good use." 'I only ask that when you are done it be returned to my possession.' Endiovar didn't have any length of time assigned to his lending of the machine; he knew very well that Cosine would see that it was taken care of and used well to further their purpose. It would be quite exciting to have a catalog for the Library once more...Endiovar could only imagine that Gianfar would have been quite pleased to know how far they'd gotten his beloved work space after Gehenna had nearly destroyed it.
As for Akakios' wide-eyed wonderment towards the laptop, it just made Silence smile more. "Once, mortals used these as a means of communicating with people across the planet - text, voice and video - as well playing various games on it, typing up various forms and documents and also to waste time. My host spent many hours working on that laptop...as well as many hours just "browsing" the various pages that were stored digitally and made available thanks to the "internet". He wished that he could clarify things more easily for Kios, but he definitely gave it "the old college try"; the child deserved that much. Likely, Kios would have enjoyed the internet a great deal, had he been able to utilize it during it's heyday. Google. Cracked.com. CNN. Reddit. So many pages with so many different purposes! Unorganized Random Chaos...something that had once made it possible to interact with other people without actually interacting...the death of personal privacy and 'normal' connections between folks.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:20 am
Computers, the internet were faded memories for Cosine, of course she must have known them well in the past. The foundation of all things computer were numbers. They 'spoke her language'.
"Many people would have found it hard to imagine life without it." Kios certainly would have enjoyed it. "Imagine, any information you want right at your fingertips, all contained in this little box." Though sadly that had meant less of a need for the old systems, libraries, bookshops and books.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:19 am
All the information one needed, into a box as small as this ? It seemed... well, hard to believe. really. Where was all the information on this thing ? How did it all fit ? He had half a mind to see how one could open this strange box, but Lament simply looked, instead.
"Do you think you can fix it ?" He looked at his aunt. He really wanted to see how it worked now !
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:07 am
As much as they spoke, mere words would ever leave the godling-child wanting for more of an explanation, an idea of just what the internet had been; the full "glory" of the thing - as it were. Mouth tightened to a thoughtful line, Silence moved closer to Akakios, wondering but that he could share a bit of the idea, the thought - the memory or memories of the thing.
'A vast network of machines and information held the whole. Think of it as a spider's web - each machine holding it's own information a strand that combined to create the whole. Thus, the "world wide web" appellation.'
As Endiovar unspoke, he reached out to touch Kios' temples with delicate fingers; sure in what he wished to do and in how to do it now that the thing was presented. Words unspoken merged with memories and images brought forth from the history of Host and shared that Lament might understand and know.
Had Gianfar once mentioned sharing ideas in this manner? Was that how he was able to bring the matter to mind and action? Yet more unknown to him, yet it felt right and true - an extension of not-speak, more picturesque than usual, relying more upon his own innate mana than another's. That he did not share this with Cosine was no mean thing; if she looked to the pale pair with enough energy, she too could have shared in much, but not all, of what he presented to Akakios. It was more that he had felt the woman grasped the concept and execution thereof far better.
Once done, Endiovar dropped his hands from the child's temples and sought strange eyes with curiosity, "Does that help, my young friend?" As for fixing the thing, by the lay and lines in Silence it would be plain that he believed the machine could be fixed...but perhaps not soon. After all, Cosine was to Numbers what he was to things stillquiet...she was not Forge, not Mechina, not a Goddess of technology nor science. Programming languages would be fine, yes, but had he not expended the energy to keep it from becoming as dust would it be possible?
Would it yet be possible with the decay or ruin that had happened? Time would tell."We shall hope it can be brought to working order...I have reservations. Electricity does not run here, nor anywhere I know of save those that you have so recently mentioned to me. Some have have survived that carry the knowledge of such things, but facilities to generate en mass, the very machines that process, store and hold such things have long found ruination. It is...fortuitous that we need only a small amount for such a device." Words of dismay tinged with hope - for he did have hope, if nothing else. Perhaps more would come together to begin working towards re-industrializing this world, other worlds. Mortals were endlessly inventive, after all. Cosine had already noted that.
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