It was rare in the american midwest to experience the smells of Colombia, Honduras, and Ethiopia but Joseph Tabriski knew it fairly well as upon every stop on his daily run he just had to drop by the best little coffee shop in all of Rapid City. However, calling it little was to say completely incorrect as "The Little House of Coffee" was the largest and most popular shop for lunch, coffee, and tea in the entire city. Tabriski liked it as he took a seat at the same table, unlike the majority of the morning rush Tabriski had nowhere particularly to rush to. He was self-employed and coupled with a decent inheritance he found himself enjoy the ambience before his day really began.
"Just another day in Rapid City." he commented as he drank his coffee; an arabic blend from northern Ethiopia, probably the only thing Ethiopia had. As he did so he took a glance at the surrounding bustle, men and women sorting their affairs as they got their drinks and moved on. Little did the young man know that it was going to be a little less than normal in the coming hours of the day. When he was done he stood up, grabbed his coat and moved to the door and the early morning hustle of downtown Rapid City. The streets were typical, everyone was typical. Tabriski took a large breath as he placed his hands in his pockets of his jacket as he walked onward.
Kim sighed. How in the world was she able to create some of the best genetically modified battle lizards, but couldn't figure out some simple robopsychology? She took a drink of her coffee and turned the page. Her dork eyebrows furrowed as Kim tried to figure this out. "The denial properties of servant bots are characterized by what the moral core decides what is decidedly amoral or unjust, or otherwise against the Three laws." She read aloud. "Uuuugggghhhhhh. Why can't they talk straight!" She muttered a bit too loudly for a place like this. Her pile of books around her were all about robotics and A.I, this week's new favorite topic. She tried to open another one and try to read about circutry simulating brain nodes, but she couldn't pay attention today.
If she could get hands on at her lab, it might help. Yes. work. Science. Go. She gobbled the rest of her cone and grabbed her books in both arms. Science. Go. Go. Her black hair fluttered as she spedwalked out. It was a great, warm day: Kim was wearing a sleeveless top with gloves going up to nearly her shoulder. She always wore her gloves out. As Kim sped walked to her car, thinking science go go go, she didn't notice the young man in front of her. She bumped into her shoulder, spilling her books.
"Shit." Kim muttered, crouching to pick up the books. "I'm sorry. I was just in a hurry." Her brain snapped back into reality. As she was reaching for a book, her glove slipped down an inch, showing the slightest bit of machinery and prosthetics.
As Joseph attempted to move forward he was bumped, much like people to be always not paying attention. He hated that about the mundanity of people as he glanced behind looking at the girl who was sporadically reaching for a book she had dropped. He recognized her from the coffee shop, though all he could figure is this girl really liked to read. However, that is when her long gloves (an odd thing to wear, but it was one of the colder springs he had experienced in Rapid City) drooped and revealed some sort of cybernetic objects. He didn't get a focused look at it, but it was the first interesting thing all year. Well, outside of the usual metahuman "heroics" that happened day to day which was interesting and new once but not after sixty years of it. He decided that managing words would be ideal as she stammered her apology.
She nodded, and gathered up her books. "Well... Bye." She blushed and walked off quickly, trying to avoid all contact. In her rush, her dress fluttered up, revealing the slightest showing of a robotic leg. Kim, in her rush to not talk to Joseph and conduct science, left behind one of her books, The basics of Robopsychology, at his feet. Kim walked further, and turned into the alleyway, trying to lose Joe. "I hope he didn't see my augments." She counted the amount of books she had. "...Shit. Guess I lost a book. Lost cause." She jogged off.
The Basics of Robopsychology as written by Alexander Angotti. The words rung out to Joseph as he picked up the script and once could've been relevant to the man had he not of went in a different direction in robotics theory. It did however remind him of another book that he had read ages ago, Practical Robotics by Bill Burnwick, written in 1967. But it wasn't the book that made him intrigued, the girl's cybernetic augments (or what appeared to be) were things that just kept his mind going back to her running off. He began to thumb through the book itself, perhaps there was some reference to a library or an address of a residence. If the former he would have some research to do to pinpoint another chance encounter, if the latter he was lucky to have it so easy.
Irregardless, he didn't have much to do today so it was something, unless he decided to get to work.
On the front cover was a few things written:
Property of Dr. Kimiko Ross, PhD
If this book is found, please return to:
445 Gyroscope Road
New Missoula, MT
New Missoula was a town a half an hour out of town. Gyroscope road was a dirt road outside of the town. Kim lived in a secluded mansion. If Joseph went, he would see a large estate, with a house that at least attempted to be normal. Technology, transport tubes, and telescopes stuck out of the house.
Half and hour for coffee, plus traffic. This girl certainly didn't lack for being interesting that was for sure or at least the is what Joseph was thinking at the moment as his car pulled into the gravely rural roads in this part of New Missoula. The house or manor more like reminded him of his own, outside of the fact it had technology rearing out of it like it didn't even perceive what was "code" which was not necessarily a bad thing. He opened the door of his automobile and stepped out, straightening his jacket with one hand while the other held the textbook this girl had lost. The young man then with everything in order went over to the door of this manor and decided it'd be best to knock or something so he did so. "The seclusion is most intriguing... I'd say." he muttered as he waited.
After 15 seconds of waiting, a girl that is rather not Kim opened the door. She was petite, with blonde hair and a T-shirt with a lightning bolt on it. Her blue eyes sweeped him over, then focused on his book. "Oh, hey, that's Kim's. Come in. She's working. Would you like a drink of anything?"
"Whiskey, straight!" A girl called out from a distant room. "Please?"
"NOt you, Kim! Visitor. He brought your book!" The blonde girl called back. She turned to Joseph. "I'm Sam. Kim's housemate. Please, come in. So, once again. Drinks?"
"I STILL WANT MY WHISKEY!" Kim called out again.
"Yeah. Come on, Kim, you have a visitor!" Sam went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water and a tumbler of whiskey. "So, what's your name? What you do for a living?" She walked back into the living room and gave Joseph his water.
Kim walked in, her long black hair in a frayed bun and her arms dirty with grease. She was wearing a tank top, one a bit too small, and some tight pants. Her right arm all the way to her shoulder was robotic, as was her leg. Her right eye was a slight shade lighter than her left one. She sat in a recliner and took her whiskey. "The alcohol helps with focusing. Not so much with logical thinking."