Nexus listened carefully to the Captain's words. It was no wonder why the Cyber Dog was admitted to the ship. It had similar views with the Captain, even though the suggested method was impossible if not improbable. Storing power was still absolutely ridiculous. While the ion stabilizer would take a significant amount of material, it was mostly suggested to prevent the Cyber Dog's idea from taking place. The shutting down of both ideas came as a positive outcome regardless. It also appeared that the machine's plan had been completely ignored by nearly every crew member. Garthar's plan was diverting power to nonexistent batteries, the machine's own plan was utilizing light inverters to render a group of infiltrators invisible. But it didn't matter, the Captain would know best. The mantra ran through its circuits, making the machine twitch imperceptibly. The stealth generators wouldn't even be difficult to construct if it salvaged bits and bobs from other systems in the ship.
Electronic control modules from the primary guns, spare scrap metal Nexus had brought on, hologram emitters from the Bridge and a simple power source from near any appliance. Not only that — with a bit of finesse — most if not all the parts could be recovered. Still, now was not the time to debate this. If it was approached in search of input, the machine would relinquish its standings. Until then, it would focus primarily on self-preservation. It lacked material to develop near anything with more complexity than a panini press.
Rewrite protocols. Establish code of ethics and conduct. Operate under silence, retain to section in Engineering.
Tweaking the joints and rails in its hand assembly would occupy its time when it was permitted to leave. If it was able to complete that, developing steel frameworks for already imagined weaponry, armour and equipment would retain its attention. Nexus was to establish isolationist policies unless one of the members stood out incredibly to the machine in which case private confabulation would be requested. As it stood, few candidates were likely to grasp the machine's intrigue. If it were not despised, Nexus was viewed with mild skepticism and almost fear.
The Captain's words were incredibly odd to Nexus. While Nexus did have the most knowledge in creating something fully functional, even if lacking in aesthetics, it was always looking for emotional research, piloting large crafts and a myriad of other skills it did not know, typically revolving around interaction. The comment left the machine slightly hurt. Nexus only verbally retorted/scalded Garthar as so far, they had only suggested ridiculous proposals and berated the machine constantly. In fact, Nexus had audio recordings of the first words Garthar had ever spoken to it.
"Nice one, droid. Thought you were supposed to be coordinated. Not tripping over your own feet." He continued with:
"Need to run a scan on your gyroscopic and moter coordination systems. Dont need you putting a hole in the hull. Hell, go get checked in the docking bay. Im sure we can...do something about it. maybe take the legs off completly. Put you on a set of wheels."
Which — to a synthetic — was the equivalent of saying: "Ha, silly human, you're braindead - can't even balance. Go to the doctor, maybe they'll amputate your legs and put you in a wheelchair for life."
Electronic control modules from the primary guns, spare scrap metal Nexus had brought on, hologram emitters from the Bridge and a simple power source from near any appliance. Not only that — with a bit of finesse — most if not all the parts could be recovered. Still, now was not the time to debate this. If it was approached in search of input, the machine would relinquish its standings. Until then, it would focus primarily on self-preservation. It lacked material to develop near anything with more complexity than a panini press.
Rewrite protocols. Establish code of ethics and conduct. Operate under silence, retain to section in Engineering.
Tweaking the joints and rails in its hand assembly would occupy its time when it was permitted to leave. If it was able to complete that, developing steel frameworks for already imagined weaponry, armour and equipment would retain its attention. Nexus was to establish isolationist policies unless one of the members stood out incredibly to the machine in which case private confabulation would be requested. As it stood, few candidates were likely to grasp the machine's intrigue. If it were not despised, Nexus was viewed with mild skepticism and almost fear.
The Captain's words were incredibly odd to Nexus. While Nexus did have the most knowledge in creating something fully functional, even if lacking in aesthetics, it was always looking for emotional research, piloting large crafts and a myriad of other skills it did not know, typically revolving around interaction. The comment left the machine slightly hurt. Nexus only verbally retorted/scalded Garthar as so far, they had only suggested ridiculous proposals and berated the machine constantly. In fact, Nexus had audio recordings of the first words Garthar had ever spoken to it.
"Nice one, droid. Thought you were supposed to be coordinated. Not tripping over your own feet." He continued with:
"Need to run a scan on your gyroscopic and moter coordination systems. Dont need you putting a hole in the hull. Hell, go get checked in the docking bay. Im sure we can...do something about it. maybe take the legs off completly. Put you on a set of wheels."
Which — to a synthetic — was the equivalent of saying: "Ha, silly human, you're braindead - can't even balance. Go to the doctor, maybe they'll amputate your legs and put you in a wheelchair for life."