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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:11 pm
"Good!" smiled Doc, consulting the folder again. "My notes say that you've been selected as the parent of a child from my project? Designation Rohan, but it say's you've selected the name Eowyn?"
That all seemed very familiar to Doc. Did it have to do with Lord of the Rings? He hadn't read those in a long time.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:17 pm
Selected as a parent? Wait a minute...
Amyla dug deep into the depths of her brain and surfaced with no memory. No, not true, she did have some remembrance of filling out a form, so... well, apparently she had. Anyhow, why not? They had an open bedroom now anyway, and she loved children. "Yes... Eowyn. Reminds me of some good books from my childhood," she said truthfully. It really did, and the more she thought about it, the more bells began to ring in the back of her busy mind.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 5:50 pm
"Well, since I have your signature on file, I can't exactly withdraw your acceptance. There's a transition period to adjust to the idea," he assured her, reaching into the folder and taking out the chip. He held it out towards her.
"She's hassle-free at this point. Just don't play ping-pong with her and don't let her get smashed."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:28 pm
He must have realized she couldn't remember, Amyla noted. Her expression must have told it all. "Oh, it's no worries. I'm more troubled about the fact that I didn't remember," she confessed, stretching out the hand that was not holding Yana to take the chip. It looked... like a computer chip. Interesting. "I'll make sure she stays safe. I have enough kids to know where breakable things should go. Is there anything else I should do at this point?" she queried, very carefully shifting Yana's weight on her hip.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:03 pm
"Not everything that is aware can speak," Doc said cryptically before striding back into the lab.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:09 pm
And she had thought Shy was bad. Amyla snorted at the retreating doctor's back and looked down at the chip. So, it was aware, then. Very well. She could deal with that. "Hello, Eowyn. Time to go home," she said, turning to stride back out the door. This was going to be interesting, especially since Yana kept trying to grab the chip to investigate. Yes, it would be interesting indeed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:09 pm
Perri strode into the lab, small and full of purpose. She'd learned long ago that they key to getting in anywhere was to appear that you were meant to be there, whether or not this was entirely true. The fact that she for once actually had a valid excuse for entry didn't mean she shouldn't practice her bluffing skills. And since she'd obtained this high tech, personalized computer legally and all by her lonesome, the swagger wasn't fabricated in the least.
Setting her sights on a person with an official-looking ID badge, the business-suited woman walked over and introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Perri Indiya and I'm one of your clients. I just recieved a notice from Doctor Brune that my unit is ready for pick up. May I speak with him?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:23 pm
Doc, who was somewhat surprised by the slightly agressive manner in which the woman had approached him, looked down. "That would be me," he informed her with a smile. "I believe you're here about Zeta? Or Blue, as you may be familiar with her as?"
He produced a folder from inside his labcoat and flipped through the information sheets. Yes, everything checked out. He looked at the chip taped to the inside and was somewhat taken aback, though. Where had this design come from? He knew Sophie had done the building, but this was odd! Oh well, it seemed to be a pretty standard base with modifications. He'd have to ask about it later.
Might as well hand it over, he figured, plucking the chip out of the adhesive grip and holding it out for Perri.
"Now, you are aware of what the project entails, correct?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:25 pm
They call it Zeta. The woman repeated silently to herself, memorizing as quickly as she could. She'd never been very good with that part of the con, so she smiled in a sweet-but-flustered manner to stall while she commited things to memory. "I believe so. It's an advanced unit that needs care and education, correct?"
Be nice, Perri. People liked nice. Nice was a little bumbling and almost always mistaken for honest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:27 pm
Doc had never heard it described as such, but it seemed about accurate. "Yes. And it takes the form of a child." He studied Perri momentarily, though trying to be subtle. Something was fishy here...
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:36 pm
"Of course. What better interface is there to ensure care?" she said with a smile, carefully looking over the card. When she had sent in her specifications this was not what she had expected. She wanted a slick laptop or an overpowered desktop - who said she signed up for a kid?
"I know how to see to a child, but how does one care for this chip? Keep it away from dust and static and all that?" Perri asked prettily, exuding genuine concern.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:55 pm
"Not quite what you expected, eh?" Doc asked, noticing her disappointment. "But you're exactly right. No dust, no water, and absolutely no playing ping-pong with it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:26 pm
"Ping pong?!?!" she snarled, clutching the chip protectively. "What sort of fool do you hand these out to?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:04 pm
Doc winced. "It was the very beginning of the project. And the child turned out just fine. It's just as a precaution. So, I'll see you in a week or so?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:10 pm
"As long as you can promise no similarly deranged indiviuals will bring harm to my charge, yes." She said with a huff, making use of her high ground. Kid or no, this was delicate tech, and ought not to be in the hands of those who couldn't or wouldn't handle it properly.
"Come Blue, we're going home. Good day, Doctor."
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