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Vince enters New Phyrria from the monorail, and well, the first thing that he sees is not what he was expecting. He sighs and shakes his head. "Functioning my ass," he says and steps up to the scene. "Too many cars or did ya try to land on it?" He says as he approaches Vicky, having spotted her.
DS-3633 arrives from the landing pad. Having become aware of the collapse over the network, DS came to offer assistance. It quickly scans the area, takes note of Vince and Vicky and begins to head their way. "Unit Z02-352, are you directing this effort? This unit offers assistance and awaits assignment."
"It's the damnable /snow/," Vicky insists, struggling against the side of a large vehicle. "Some of these buildings simply weren't build for it. Lend a hand, would you? Ah, hello DS. Yes, if you want to help, we need to line these up outside of the warehouse before it threatens to fall over completely."
[Skill System] DS-3633 tests its Strength + Lifting at a modifier of 0. The result is 7.
Vince hmmmms, and finds a car, or something. Curious if his superior strength would be enough to pick the whole thing up. Getting underneath it, he positions himself, where the weight would be better distributed, and begins to push up with what he could muster.
DS-3633 nods to Vicky once. It moves towards a car. It bends its knees to get down low and begins to lift. Struggling, it signals a nearby tasker in binary. The tasker assist DS with getting the car off the ground. Once in this position, Ds is able to carry it, though slowly and carefully, towards the rest.
Vicky lifts a brow as Vince heaves an entire car above his head. DS manages to as well, with some help. The car she's working on appears to be caught under one of the tiers, and she strains to pull it free. She looks a little more than displeased as she's totally shown up by the other bots.
There isn't much to say. Slowly, but surely, Vince lifts the car comes up, rising into the air. As his large frame rises into the air, he bends a leg and puts a foot on the ground, and pushes up. With the car in the air. He hahs, and looks to DS. "Come on wussy, you can do it!" He looks to Vicky, and walks off to a better place to put this car. After some time of slowly moving, he heaves his arms forward, the car landing with a terrible crash as unbroken glass and mirrors breaks, and metal bends and breaks. Turning back towards the fallen warehouse, he approaches to Vicky having trouble with the car stuck under the tiers, and begins to help her pull it out.
After setting down the car, DS looks towards Vince. "This unit was not designed for physical labor. I am designed for social and intellectual tasks. Specialization is a trait common to tasker units that you should be aware of."
"...Oh DS," Vicky mimics a sigh. "That is not how you handle an insult." Vince drops his car off, and she winces at the shattering and warping of metal. "/TRY/ not to damage them! And yes, DS is not meant for hauling. Neither are you, really." But she can't say much as the other Sentinel lifts her car for her. "Hnn. Yes. Keep it up."
Vince grins at DS, "Of course," he says and looks to Vicky "I was designed for combative and strength," he says with a shrug, as he removes the vehicle. As the car is moved, he drags it out of the way. One might notice moldings of his hand and warping of the metal as he gets done. He looks to DS and then to Vicky, "Get 'er done," he says as work is done.
[Skill System] DS-3633 tests its Strength + Lifting at a modifier of 0. The result is 8.
DS-3633 shakes its head. "This unit does not intend insult. I am not capable of being offended. Your unit type does seem to suffer from pride and other illogical behavior similar to that of humans." DS moves to lift another car, this time succeeding on its own. Maybe Vince's words had some effect after all.
"Suffer?" Vicky frowns, "It's not suffering, DS. Though pride is something to avoid." This she says while narrowing her gaze on Vince. "I said be careful! Ah, there you have it DS, show him what's what." Turning to face the next big hover vehicle-looking thing, she makes another attempt.
[Skill System] Vicky tests her Strength skill at a modifier of 0. The result is 11.
A warehouse roof collapsed, and the berths holding vehicles have toppled, making a big dangerous mess. Taskers are working to clear it out.
Vince shrugs and nods, "Maybe, but I'm designed to be human...in any case, insult was more for motivation and not pride," he says with a shrug. He positions himself up to another car, and with a shrieking crushing of metal, he picks up the front end, and works his way underneath it to repeat the same thing as last time.
[Skill System] Vince tests his Strength skill at a modifier of 0. The result is 11.
DS-3633 slowly carries the car over towards the line of other vehicles. It concentrates on carefully moving with the massive car over its head. It sets the vehicle down slowly. "Suffer is an improper word choice. Your unit type is affected by illogical behavior, mimicking emotions."
As Vince haphazardly tosses vehicles around and DS treats the vehicles like precious china-ware, Vicky totes a car on her palms and /gently/ sets it down with the rest. "Yes. Well. Tell that to the Overmind. Question his logic. He's running this city, and if you deem him to be illogical, then we've a problem, don't we?" It's difficult to tell if she's joking or not.
With the car lifted over his head like He-Man, he takes it over to the other car he demolished, and practically tosses it on top of it. More crushing and breaking of glass can be heard, before the one on top of the other falls off, and more bending of metal can be heard. "Who needs these dang things anyways. They just break easy," he looks to DS, "you should grow emotions. They are so fun."
Flap flap flap. The lights of the city reflect dimly off of the scarred membrane of Fauze's wings, the flapping of which announce his presence slightly less then his loud, out of tune singing. "Yar har fiddly dee! Being a Pirate is alright with Fauze!" He butchers a song he's probably heard somewhere. Tis a silly song. No doubt the sound of cars being moved about has attracted his attention, as he glides in to get a bit of a goosey.
DS-3633 nods its head, "I have chosen to follow Overmind Dean. He does however seem to make illogical decisions based on emotion at times." The unit pauses in its step, then says, "I do not believe it is a serious problem at this time for New Phyrria. Very few units in this city can be considered true Phyrrian Taskers in any case, due to programming limitations." It turns to watch Fauze, tilting its head to the side.
"Stop, damnit, STOP!" Vicky abandons her work in favor of flailing at Vince. "Do you /want/ to start a fire? Either practice some tact or go clean something," she mutters, turning back to DS. "Do you think you'd make a better Overmind?" Fauze gets a wary glance as well, but little more.
Vince tips his head down. "Alright alright," he says. He goes to another car, and DRAGS it out carefully from the pile. Of course, for now, he's avoiding the stuck ones. A glance to Fauze is all the comes from him for now.
Fauze perches on one of these cars, shuffling to find a proper foothold in the metal. "Yargh?" He chirps, looking about at the Phyrrians. "Fauze is tupai!" He exclaims loudly. He seems to be the only one present. "Are is doing the... sal... salivating... salvationing... salvaging?" Fauze seems to be doing a bit of salivating himself, and has no interest in picking anything up for the time being.
DS-3633 shakes its head to Vicky. "This unit is not designed for such a task. I am a Diplomatic/Scientific unit. I do not believe that any unit, however versatile, is able to completely fill the role of the Overmind. I understand the necessity of Overmind Dean's decision to attempt the role, and will continue to assist him and New Phyrria in its goals." It looks towards Fauze, "Greetings. I am DS-3633. We are currently undergoing a salvage and clean up operation."
Vince looks to Fauze, and blinks, "You are two pies? Well, that's a first." He shakes his head, and throws his arms up, "I'm going to find something to do." He walks off to the monorail. This douchebag is outa here!
Vicky keeps an eye on Vince, who then suddenly decides to take off. "..." The next car she comes to has Fauze perched atop. "Your Terran Standard really needs some work, Fauze. Yes, what DS said." DS is given a rather tired look. Hard to really pick an opinion out of that!
A warehouse roof has collapsed under snow, and sizable vehicles are scattered from the tiers they fell from. Vince's has made a smoldering pile of wreckage from the cars he's 'saved'. DS has his in perfect order. Vicky hasn't gotten much done at all. :(
And Fauze is perched on one, salivating or something.
"Greetings! Dee sess!Three sess tree tee!" Fauze gives a cheerful little flap of his wings. "Fauze is like salvage. Except when brains involve, yes? Was one time, Fauze is to collect all shiny from broken ship. Broken ship was very smelly, many bitter bug inside, and little worm, yes? Yes. Is brains, too! But not in head like Fauze is remember. Fauze is show boss, who wasn't very happy. New boss, hasn't seen Fauze brain yet! Fauze is impress her, yes?" He shifts his footing to give Vicky the old once over, which is considerably less intimidating given his tongue is lolling freely out the side of his mouth. "Thssabpht! Fauze bit his tongue!"
Leucohyle steps off of the monorail from Paintedheart Spaceport, accompanied by Iota, the multi-legged conveyance bot, and Omicron, the multi-legged security bot. Apparently, the little clone is keeping Scientist's Hours, which is, 'I am awake when I have Things to Do and asleep when I do not.' She looks over the wreckage with an expression of concerned puzzlement and curiosity, and also an unmistakeable urge to Clean That Up, and then spots the sapient beings interacting with said wreckage. "Oh! Good good evening, Miss-Vicky! Also DS-3633... and." Pause. "Young Mister Fauze. Hello. So, er. Wh-what happened here? Some manner of of structural-failure?"
[Skill System] DS-3633 tests its Strength + Lifting at a modifier of 0. The result is 5.
DS-3633 nods to Fauze, "Understood Fauze. New Phyrria has many units devoted to clean up, salvage and repair. It is unlikely we will require outside assistance. I do not object to you observing. It is important for other races to observe the workings of New Phyrrian society." DS begins to lift another car, however as it tries to lift, a heavy *whirr* can be heard coming from its arms. The car lifts a foot or so from the ground, then is lowered back down. "Unable to continue at this time. Minor repair of lifting servos may be required." It turns to Leucohyle and nods, "Greetings."
Vicky never thought she'd hear the phrase 'understood Fauze'. In fact, she hasn't the slightest on what he's going on about, and just lets DS handle him. Were Fauze a more humanoid race, she might be creeped out by his tongue-lolling stare. "Oh, hello Leucohyle. Yes, structural failure. It was a building that was fairly makeshift, and had not been worked on. DS, don't break yourself." With a binary chirp, she summons Basil and Thyme to finish hauling DS's load.
Leucohyle waves to Vicky, rising onto the balls of her feet for a moment, and then blurts a little "Ohmyword your -servos-, are are you okay?" and predictably goes pelting (as well as one can pelt in full bundled up Ungstiri grade winter gear) over to DS. Omicron and Iota go scuttling off behind. "Ohdear," she pipes. "Primary or secondary? Socket joint jam? Loss of lubricant viscosity? W-would you like me to take a er, look?"
DS-3633 nods to Leucohyle, "This unit is still able to operate within 89% of optimal. Repairs can be undergone at a later time." It looks towards Vicky and nods, "Agreed. This unit will refrain from heavy lifting." It pauses, then says, "What are your thoughts concerning Overmind Dean? You may have a different perspective unavailable to this unit."
"Oh Creator, DS, just let her have a look." Vicky visibly twitches at the question. "My thoughts? You want to know them, truly? ...The Overmind should not be mobile. We need to work with programmers to help establish a stationary Overmind. Dean simply cannot manage the workload. Unfortunately, he refuses to let organics in, in that manner," she answers rather freely.
Leucohyle flutters a little bit, obviously somewhere between solicitous and 'want to fix now now now'. After shifting her weight, fiddling her fingers together, and even offering a very agreeable beaming smile when Vicky speaks up, she settled down. Then, she looks between DS and Vicky, and nods in agreement. "I I mean my interactions with Overmind-Dean have been -delightful-, but er, we've really only spoken for an approximation of three to four total hours. His duties, as they are, are a er, noticeable-strain. Also I I would suggest that a non-emotional mind would be m-more suited for the necessary processing. N-not that I'm trying to to tell anyone how to r-run their society but it is a logical suggestion."
DS-3633 tilts its head slightly to the side, then nods. "Please examine my left arm. Secondary servo. I am not aware of the exact injury." It nods towards Vicky. "That seems logical. Organics created the original Overmind. Another alternative would be for a consensus government composed of all fully sentient tasker units."
"I believe that was his aim, at some point," Vicky nods to Leucohyle, folding her arms. "And... as much as I'd hate to admit it, a non-emotional processor would likely work best." A small smile slowly graces her features. "What do you say, DS? You up to the task?"
[Skill System] Leucohyle tests her Engineering + Repair at a modifier of 0. The result is 15.
Leucohyle's eyes go out of focus for a moment. Iota scuttles over to her side, and she snaps back to attention to open the spheroid bot's back and dig out her tool kit. "It it -sounded- like a a bearing-slip," she murmurs, hopping slightly on the balls of her feet as she beelines for the robo-booboo. The mittens are stripped off, and the holographic specs start flashing magnified images. She even flips a little tarp across the ground in case of falling parts. Pale fingers flutter, tools go tink tink and ping ping, and mechanical Science happens. The focus is locked; she does not add any commentary to the conversation. Although, she does hum. It's terribly out of tune, but a happy little noise, like a tone-deaf baby cricket.
DS-3633 holds its arm out to Leucohyle, perfectly still. As it does, it looks at Vicky for a moment. "I agree that a logical, emotionless mind is preferable to act as Overmind. I do not believed that I would be well designed for the task. I also do not believe Dean would agree to such a change. I am designed to act as an individual, not as a collective mind. I would like to further posit the idea of a democratic government. If decisions were made through the network among all fully-aware units, rather than falling with one unit, the stresses would be reduced and more logical choices would be reached.
"The trick there is 'fully-aware'. That's something that takes time," Vicky notes, watching Leucohyle repair that slipped bearing like no tomorrow. "But... I don't know how pressing of a matter it is at the moment." Vicky, DS and Leucohyle are just outside a warehouse with collapsed roof. Leucohyle's accompanied by her two Limbic robots.
Leucohyle finishes her work, spraying a little bit of silicon-based lubricant in DS's arm servo housing before closing up, and uttering a little 'ta-da' noise. After a brief pause, she rummages a clean shop rag out of her coat and gives the surrounding area a little polish. The entire issue of governmental procedure, organic, non organic, etc, just goes right over her head while she works. "There," she perks. "Sh-should be all better now!"
DS-3633 nods to Vicky. "Affirmative. At present, I have only come into contact with 3 units that may be considered fully aware: yourself, Dean and the ship unit M4x-VN6. The unit known as Vince may also qualify, as he appears to be finally accepting his current situation. At times he appears to be malfunctioning however. A ruling counsel of 4 or 5 would still be preferential to one unit not designed for the task." It turns to Leucohyle, testing its arm. "Thank you for the repairs. I must attend to other matters. Farewell." It offers one more nod to Vicky before turning and heading towards the spaceport.
"Over the network from DS-3633: Unit Z02-352: the Overmind Dean seems more likely to listen to you than this unit. If we approach him together with our concerns and suggestions, he may be receptive."