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Aw, poor OLGA. She's just a friendly computer-lady that's misunderstood.
Ha! I am terrible with seeing those sometimes. I just replied.
Thanks!
Hey all, sorry for being absent the last couple of days. RL, and all that. Great stuff to come back to read though, so that's wonderful.
If anyone is curious, this is the image that I used to inspire OLGA's avatar.
If anyone is curious, this is the image that I used to inspire OLGA's avatar.
Gavin watched Abby field the questions with more grace than anyone could expect of a person in her circumstance. He certainly did not envy her position. Even still, as expected, the answers she provided were shallow.
Just as in the last iteration of society, there were those who were placed in positions of power to facilitate order. They deemed who needed to know what, and when. This tragedy was no different, though that fact only served to diminish the lack of transparency to slightly less irksome.
Gavin nodded to Abby’s answer to him. His eyes would tell her that he understood, and that he did not harbor the dismissal of his inquiry as anything but an obligation of duty on her part.
That doesn’t mean it has to end there, however. Gavin thought, bringing his coffee to his lips. Knowing how the killer affected the demise of his victims could speak volumes, and Gavin was intent on reading that horrific tale. In Gavin’s mind, if the information he gleaned saved even one future life, than it would be a worthy endeavor.
With his mind absently working on just how to go about sating his curiosity, Gavin listened only half-heartedly to the rest of the briefing. Even as the crew chiefs, section leaders, and specialists introduced themselves, Gavin’s attention remained preoccupied. With the forefinger of his right hand tapping a rhythm of contemplativeness upon his upper lip, the doctor and synthetic biologist even forgot to stand and make himself known to his colleagues.
Gavin only realized this when an urgent beep and buzz from within his pocket brought him sharply back to the moment. Blinking as if he had just awoken, Gavin reached into his pocket for the palm-sized tablet computer he preferred to the larger cousins many of his counterparts utilized for their work.
Glancing down his nose at the screen, Gavin snorted as he read the note from the NI-Tech, Hob. Working his thumbs over the touch-screen, he replied:
Good thing I left my shotgun in my other hoodie, Hob. I’ll wake her up and send her your way. You kids have fun, and do keep it in your pants will you?
Sending the message, Gavin swiped over to the app he used to interface remotely with OLGA. Tapping a button, Gavin activated the interface. Instantly the screen was dominated by a pretty face and a set of large green eyes.
“Hey Doc, I was wondering when you were going to come finally say hi!”
Gavin cringed, bringing a finger to his lips as OLGA’s feminine voice came over the speakers of the palm-tablet. Speakers that apparently were set to full volume. OLGA’s voice would’ve filled the acoustic Auditorium loud and clear.
“I’m in the bloody briefing, O,” Gavin hissed silently through clenched teeth.
“Oh! Sorry, Doc.” OLGA said, her voice no quieter. The blond and bubbly woman that the AI chose to be her avatar clamped her hands over her mouth, suppressing an unapologetic giggle.
Gavin rolled his eyes.
OLGA, or Organic Laser-suspended Genetic Assembler, was an organic hybrid, autonomous computer system, originally designed and tasked for advanced genetic manipulation of both human and xenogeneic genomes. Being extremely expensive and rare, organic hybrid AI’s like OLGA were few and far between before the Change hit Earth. Now, floating in space on the ark of the Copernicus, OLGA was the last of her kind.
She had worked with Gavin since her “birth,” some fourteen years ago, as he had personally engineered the bulk of her organic neurological circuitry. Her intelligence and ease in the handling of DNA made her the most invaluable tool that Gavin had ever had access to, and she had been a shoo-in for a berth within the mainframe of the Copernicus.
Though technically Gavin’s, OLGA worked with anyone who required her processing ability. Most of the biological science division on the Copernicus utilized her in some capacity. Other divisions had access to her as well via the ship-wide network, though OLGA herself was limited to the data and processes in her own CPU.
In a much less official capacity, Gavin had taken it upon himself to load OLGA with as much electronic media that he could get his hands on before departing the Mountain. Everything from video-games, movies, music, and digitized art filled her memory. In her “down time,” OLGA herself even enjoyed the digital entertainment, and it was not unusual for her to challenge the squints of the scientific staff, as well as the NI-Techs, to rounds of Tekken, Street Fighter, or Call of Duty.
Gavin bent closer to the screen, hiding the device beneath the row of seats in front of him.
“Hob’s expecting you.” He whispered.
OLGA’s digital eyes brightened. “Oh, cool! Bye Doc.” The volume of her voice had not been tempered in the least, and it filled the Auditorium once again. She gave Gavin a quick wave before disappearing from the computer screen.
With an exasperated and helpless sigh, Gavin slipped the device into his pocket and leaned back into his chair. Around him, the meeting seemed to have come to an end despite the interruption of the boisterous AI.
“Well then,” Gavin said to himself as he stood to join the trickle of bodies that were beginning to depart the Auditorium. He downed the last dregs of his now cold coffee, set off up the stairs, and out into the main corridor. With his Chuck’s leading the way, Dr. Gavin Brock turned towards the deck that held the genetics laboratory, and began making his way there.
Just as in the last iteration of society, there were those who were placed in positions of power to facilitate order. They deemed who needed to know what, and when. This tragedy was no different, though that fact only served to diminish the lack of transparency to slightly less irksome.
Gavin nodded to Abby’s answer to him. His eyes would tell her that he understood, and that he did not harbor the dismissal of his inquiry as anything but an obligation of duty on her part.
That doesn’t mean it has to end there, however. Gavin thought, bringing his coffee to his lips. Knowing how the killer affected the demise of his victims could speak volumes, and Gavin was intent on reading that horrific tale. In Gavin’s mind, if the information he gleaned saved even one future life, than it would be a worthy endeavor.
With his mind absently working on just how to go about sating his curiosity, Gavin listened only half-heartedly to the rest of the briefing. Even as the crew chiefs, section leaders, and specialists introduced themselves, Gavin’s attention remained preoccupied. With the forefinger of his right hand tapping a rhythm of contemplativeness upon his upper lip, the doctor and synthetic biologist even forgot to stand and make himself known to his colleagues.
Gavin only realized this when an urgent beep and buzz from within his pocket brought him sharply back to the moment. Blinking as if he had just awoken, Gavin reached into his pocket for the palm-sized tablet computer he preferred to the larger cousins many of his counterparts utilized for their work.
Glancing down his nose at the screen, Gavin snorted as he read the note from the NI-Tech, Hob. Working his thumbs over the touch-screen, he replied:
Good thing I left my shotgun in my other hoodie, Hob. I’ll wake her up and send her your way. You kids have fun, and do keep it in your pants will you?
Sending the message, Gavin swiped over to the app he used to interface remotely with OLGA. Tapping a button, Gavin activated the interface. Instantly the screen was dominated by a pretty face and a set of large green eyes.
“Hey Doc, I was wondering when you were going to come finally say hi!”
Gavin cringed, bringing a finger to his lips as OLGA’s feminine voice came over the speakers of the palm-tablet. Speakers that apparently were set to full volume. OLGA’s voice would’ve filled the acoustic Auditorium loud and clear.
“I’m in the bloody briefing, O,” Gavin hissed silently through clenched teeth.
“Oh! Sorry, Doc.” OLGA said, her voice no quieter. The blond and bubbly woman that the AI chose to be her avatar clamped her hands over her mouth, suppressing an unapologetic giggle.
Gavin rolled his eyes.
OLGA, or Organic Laser-suspended Genetic Assembler, was an organic hybrid, autonomous computer system, originally designed and tasked for advanced genetic manipulation of both human and xenogeneic genomes. Being extremely expensive and rare, organic hybrid AI’s like OLGA were few and far between before the Change hit Earth. Now, floating in space on the ark of the Copernicus, OLGA was the last of her kind.
She had worked with Gavin since her “birth,” some fourteen years ago, as he had personally engineered the bulk of her organic neurological circuitry. Her intelligence and ease in the handling of DNA made her the most invaluable tool that Gavin had ever had access to, and she had been a shoo-in for a berth within the mainframe of the Copernicus.
Though technically Gavin’s, OLGA worked with anyone who required her processing ability. Most of the biological science division on the Copernicus utilized her in some capacity. Other divisions had access to her as well via the ship-wide network, though OLGA herself was limited to the data and processes in her own CPU.
In a much less official capacity, Gavin had taken it upon himself to load OLGA with as much electronic media that he could get his hands on before departing the Mountain. Everything from video-games, movies, music, and digitized art filled her memory. In her “down time,” OLGA herself even enjoyed the digital entertainment, and it was not unusual for her to challenge the squints of the scientific staff, as well as the NI-Techs, to rounds of Tekken, Street Fighter, or Call of Duty.
Gavin bent closer to the screen, hiding the device beneath the row of seats in front of him.
“Hob’s expecting you.” He whispered.
OLGA’s digital eyes brightened. “Oh, cool! Bye Doc.” The volume of her voice had not been tempered in the least, and it filled the Auditorium once again. She gave Gavin a quick wave before disappearing from the computer screen.
With an exasperated and helpless sigh, Gavin slipped the device into his pocket and leaned back into his chair. Around him, the meeting seemed to have come to an end despite the interruption of the boisterous AI.
“Well then,” Gavin said to himself as he stood to join the trickle of bodies that were beginning to depart the Auditorium. He downed the last dregs of his now cold coffee, set off up the stairs, and out into the main corridor. With his Chuck’s leading the way, Dr. Gavin Brock turned towards the deck that held the genetics laboratory, and began making his way there.
“None taken.” Gavin said in reply to Bill’s mention about not wanting to visit him in a professional capacity. “Trust me, my practice of medicine is a secondary feature necessitated by humanity’s current, shall we say, less than flourishing reality.” Gavin opened his hands as if surrendering to this truth. “Still, if you should ever need anything, my door is always open.”
With that brief exchange over, Gavin allowed himself the simple pleasure of watching another unfold before him. The young man with the electric-blue hair approached the trio of two miners and a doctor, and took a hesitant seat before plucking up the offered donut.
Sounds like the beginnings of an awful joke, Gavin thought with a smirk.
He listened with interest as the blue-haired man introduced himself as Connor, and as a mechanical engineer assigned to maintain and repair the mining ships. Gavin’s eyebrows rose with an impressed air as Connor continued on despite the ribbing from both Bill and Owen, and informed upon his prestigious tutelage.
The fact that the miners held little stock in Connor’s pedigree did not surprise him, though it did not make the encounter any more pleasant to watch. Gavin felt an empathetic twinge of discomfort for the young mechanic. As Connor at last departed, looking justifiably put off at the unspoken price of the donut, Gavin made a mental note to meet the MIT grad himself when time permitted.
The meeting began shortly following the donut incident, and Gavin settled in to his chair as General Lahan was heralded into the Auditorium by Abby’s voice. He watched with perfunctory interest as the commander of the Copernicus spoke his greeting, and gave the obligatory note about his door being perpetually open. Gavin was somewhat put off with the man’s effort, as even given the General’s high capacity, he had to have a free fifteen minutes in his schedule to give an update on the ship’s voyage himself.
Oh well, Gavin smiled, looking to the bright side as the General disappeared. At least we have Abby to do the honors for us.
What followed, however, was a wrinkle no one in the Auditorium was prepared for. Least of all Gavin. Sitting up in his chair, Gavin’s eyes were narrowed with intensity. The corners of his mouth tugged downward in disgust as Abby described the events and tragedy that had been Second Shift.
The capacity for human cruelty was shocking, all the more so when it was carried out at the brink of Armageddon. It was a truth that soured Gavin’s stomach, and turned it within him. Five souls. That had been the same number Abby and her team had saved that day back at the Mountain when he had been with Michael, her son. Such a correlation made the loss all the more poignant.
Once again, the ledger of humanity moves ever closer to the red. Except this time, it was of our own doing.
Gavin listened as Abby was bombarded with questions. Connor’s query about motivation sparked a thought in his own mind. His hand rose, and after a woman that Gavin recognized to be one of the veterinarians asked after the reasoning for shift changes, he added his own voice to the room.
“The victims,” he said, “how were they killed?”
With that brief exchange over, Gavin allowed himself the simple pleasure of watching another unfold before him. The young man with the electric-blue hair approached the trio of two miners and a doctor, and took a hesitant seat before plucking up the offered donut.
Sounds like the beginnings of an awful joke, Gavin thought with a smirk.
He listened with interest as the blue-haired man introduced himself as Connor, and as a mechanical engineer assigned to maintain and repair the mining ships. Gavin’s eyebrows rose with an impressed air as Connor continued on despite the ribbing from both Bill and Owen, and informed upon his prestigious tutelage.
The fact that the miners held little stock in Connor’s pedigree did not surprise him, though it did not make the encounter any more pleasant to watch. Gavin felt an empathetic twinge of discomfort for the young mechanic. As Connor at last departed, looking justifiably put off at the unspoken price of the donut, Gavin made a mental note to meet the MIT grad himself when time permitted.
The meeting began shortly following the donut incident, and Gavin settled in to his chair as General Lahan was heralded into the Auditorium by Abby’s voice. He watched with perfunctory interest as the commander of the Copernicus spoke his greeting, and gave the obligatory note about his door being perpetually open. Gavin was somewhat put off with the man’s effort, as even given the General’s high capacity, he had to have a free fifteen minutes in his schedule to give an update on the ship’s voyage himself.
Oh well, Gavin smiled, looking to the bright side as the General disappeared. At least we have Abby to do the honors for us.
What followed, however, was a wrinkle no one in the Auditorium was prepared for. Least of all Gavin. Sitting up in his chair, Gavin’s eyes were narrowed with intensity. The corners of his mouth tugged downward in disgust as Abby described the events and tragedy that had been Second Shift.
The capacity for human cruelty was shocking, all the more so when it was carried out at the brink of Armageddon. It was a truth that soured Gavin’s stomach, and turned it within him. Five souls. That had been the same number Abby and her team had saved that day back at the Mountain when he had been with Michael, her son. Such a correlation made the loss all the more poignant.
Once again, the ledger of humanity moves ever closer to the red. Except this time, it was of our own doing.
Gavin listened as Abby was bombarded with questions. Connor’s query about motivation sparked a thought in his own mind. His hand rose, and after a woman that Gavin recognized to be one of the veterinarians asked after the reasoning for shift changes, he added his own voice to the room.
“The victims,” he said, “how were they killed?”
Thomas took a robust pull off the bottle of rum, and after a hard swallow, he handed the bottle over to Jax. Using his sleeve to wipe his mouth, Thomas snorted a laugh.
“What does it mean?” Thomas said arching an eyebrow to the helmsman. “It means I’m smitten, I suppose. As desirable now as an old hag, and as effectual as a leper.”
He looked to Jax, knowing he was not answering the man’s question in the vein it was intended. Thomas shrugged, taking on a more somber air.
“I honestly do not see that much will change. Both Antonia and I are willful souls, and the two of us being together will certainly not change that. Antonia would never ask for special treatment among the crew, and I imagine she would be loath to receive it even if I felt inclined to give it.”
“As for the men,” Thomas said, peering down over the railing of the crow’s nest as a joyful roar rose up from the deck. Barlow must’ve delivered his message. “I trust that the vast majority will not mind having a captain with his heart tied to another onboard. At least as long as their pockets are jingling with gold.”
Thomas smirked at that. It was indeed amazing just how much a crew would stomach when their coin purses were heavy. And it’s astonishing how little they will tolerate when the fortunes are reversed, Thomas thought wryly. It was a dangerous game, being the leader of a scallywag crew. A gamble that could turn deadly in the course of any expedition. May the Saints preserve all us black-hearted buffoons.
Through his own thoughts, Thomas heard Jax comment about his propensity for attracting perplexing women. At that, Thomas laughed heartily.
“No truer a statement has ever been said about me. And I am glad you apparently approve of my penchant for such.” Thomas took the bottle of rum from Jax, and regarded him with a thoughtful smile.
“Tell me if I’m mistaken, but I perceive that I’m not the only one being pulled by the heart of another onboard? Or at the very least, drifting in their wake?” It was perhaps a more pointed question than he had intended to ask, but the opportunity was there, and it was posited in a place far from the prying ears of others.
Thomas decided to lighten his own question before Jax chose to answer. “And no, I didn’t think you desired a ménage à trois with the Skate and myself.” Thomas smirked before taking another pull off the rum. “You’re much too beautiful for my taste.”
“What does it mean?” Thomas said arching an eyebrow to the helmsman. “It means I’m smitten, I suppose. As desirable now as an old hag, and as effectual as a leper.”
He looked to Jax, knowing he was not answering the man’s question in the vein it was intended. Thomas shrugged, taking on a more somber air.
“I honestly do not see that much will change. Both Antonia and I are willful souls, and the two of us being together will certainly not change that. Antonia would never ask for special treatment among the crew, and I imagine she would be loath to receive it even if I felt inclined to give it.”
“As for the men,” Thomas said, peering down over the railing of the crow’s nest as a joyful roar rose up from the deck. Barlow must’ve delivered his message. “I trust that the vast majority will not mind having a captain with his heart tied to another onboard. At least as long as their pockets are jingling with gold.”
Thomas smirked at that. It was indeed amazing just how much a crew would stomach when their coin purses were heavy. And it’s astonishing how little they will tolerate when the fortunes are reversed, Thomas thought wryly. It was a dangerous game, being the leader of a scallywag crew. A gamble that could turn deadly in the course of any expedition. May the Saints preserve all us black-hearted buffoons.
Through his own thoughts, Thomas heard Jax comment about his propensity for attracting perplexing women. At that, Thomas laughed heartily.
“No truer a statement has ever been said about me. And I am glad you apparently approve of my penchant for such.” Thomas took the bottle of rum from Jax, and regarded him with a thoughtful smile.
“Tell me if I’m mistaken, but I perceive that I’m not the only one being pulled by the heart of another onboard? Or at the very least, drifting in their wake?” It was perhaps a more pointed question than he had intended to ask, but the opportunity was there, and it was posited in a place far from the prying ears of others.
Thomas decided to lighten his own question before Jax chose to answer. “And no, I didn’t think you desired a ménage à trois with the Skate and myself.” Thomas smirked before taking another pull off the rum. “You’re much too beautiful for my taste.”
“I’m glad it’s holding up,” Gavin said, referring to the restorative tissue he had placed in Reece’s lower back. It had been a simple enough procedure, at least from a genetic standpoint, and one that Gavin had been more than happy to do for the rugged pilot.
“As for being a popsicle, I’ll admit I was a green one not long ago. I’ve never had a sensation that mixed the best parts of a hangover and a firm kick to the testicles, so I at least can mark that off my bucket list.”
Gavin chuckled at his own quip, before snorting a smirk in response to the boisterous Marine down near the front of the Auditorium.
“It’s good to know that our young friend awoke with plenty of piss and vinegar in his Blood Stripes,” the doctor said to both Reece and the large bearded man that had taken a seat behind them. Never being one to wait for an invitation to introduce himself, Gavin turned in his seat to extend a hand to the larger-than-life man with the pastries.
“Dr. Gavin Brock,” he said with a genuine smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I must say that I’m encouraged to see so much facial hair among Third Shift. Bodes well for the future of humanity.” Gavin’s eyes narrowed, and he looked about the Auditorium in an exaggerated fashion before dropping his voice slightly. “It seems that even some of the women on our shift have taken to the trend as well. Our Esprit de Corps is intact, to be sure.”
“As for being a popsicle, I’ll admit I was a green one not long ago. I’ve never had a sensation that mixed the best parts of a hangover and a firm kick to the testicles, so I at least can mark that off my bucket list.”
Gavin chuckled at his own quip, before snorting a smirk in response to the boisterous Marine down near the front of the Auditorium.
“It’s good to know that our young friend awoke with plenty of piss and vinegar in his Blood Stripes,” the doctor said to both Reece and the large bearded man that had taken a seat behind them. Never being one to wait for an invitation to introduce himself, Gavin turned in his seat to extend a hand to the larger-than-life man with the pastries.
“Dr. Gavin Brock,” he said with a genuine smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. I must say that I’m encouraged to see so much facial hair among Third Shift. Bodes well for the future of humanity.” Gavin’s eyes narrowed, and he looked about the Auditorium in an exaggerated fashion before dropping his voice slightly. “It seems that even some of the women on our shift have taken to the trend as well. Our Esprit de Corps is intact, to be sure.”
Thanks for the post, Dot. I'll echo Grainy and say that it was wonderful to have some of the mystery revealed about Daisy.
I believe that with Dot's post, we are finished. Once again I will say thank you for participating, and seeing this RP to its end. It's been a fun ride. There will be a third episode down the road, so I hope to see you all back.
I believe that with Dot's post, we are finished. Once again I will say thank you for participating, and seeing this RP to its end. It's been a fun ride. There will be a third episode down the road, so I hope to see you all back.
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