DT1: Refueling

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Jul 27, 2015 8:15 pm

Miriam could work the clay like it was...well, clay in the hands of a potter. She now had one old-timey-esque metal detector!

And it was beeping like CRAZY, though the indication wasn't so much that it was "down" so much that it was "off to the left, in one of those large buildings".

...This metal detector apparently ran on Plotonium.

by **Miriam Bell** » Mon Jul 27, 2015 9:31 pm

It's a detector and it's, presumably, pointing her at metal. Regardless of how one would work in reality, this one does exactly what Miriam needs it to do. She floats over towards the indicated building, looking for a good way inside.

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Jul 27, 2015 10:47 pm

Now, THIS is strange. Most of the buildings here are ruins, but this one has an actual padlock on it. Not one of the fancy locks that the mysterious wooden box has, but an actual, factual padlock.

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...had these signs always had spaces?

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 12:03 am

"Now this is different." she muses and scoops out a handful of clay. Pressing it against the lock she tries to will it into the correct shape to open the lock. No reason to question her approach to most problems in here when there's a sea of seemingly limitless potential all around her.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:02 am

It took a few tries, but she could get it open. What a useful substance Will was! It was just a regular lock.

Now, most of the buildings Miriam had encountered were, as a rule, empty. This one was anything BUT. It would definitely explain the metal detector going like crazy.

Row after row after row after row of switches, tape machines and the like were whirring away like crazy, where they stood out from the clay. The room was filled with stack after stack of reels upon reels of tape. What the heck WAS all this?

Unlike most of the rest of this, THIS room didn't feel "wrong" or "out of place"--this seemed more or less like a normal mindscape.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:10 am

"Finally!" She moves over to one of the tapes to pick up the reel. Holding it she tries to see if she can gleam what is on it, or at least what kind of thing. Her immediate assumption is memories, but with Will it's hard to tell.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:44 am

It's a big ol' roll of computer tape, like the kind the used in ancient history. It was dusty as heck, but intact.

There were a TON of these reels here, only some of them intact.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:52 am

"How do you even use these?" she mumbles as she looks to the consoles and the countless buttons and switches. She tries to find some kind of monitor or maybe at least a speaker, anything that might play what's actually on these reels.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:10 am

An input device or something? There was tons, but Miriam had no idea how to work this sort of equipment. She needed a guide.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:16 am

She frowns and reaches down into the clay once again. This time she makes a column rise up along with her hand so she has a bit more volume to work with. Without moving her hand much she begins willing it into a rough humanoid shape, her hand still resting on it's 'head'. It's maybe 3 feet tall and taking on more and more definition until it looks like a tiny, clay-y version of Will.

"Can you talk?" she asks her creation.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:38 am

"My head is filled with things to say," Will confirmed, nodding.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:39 am

"Great! What can you tell me about this room?"

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 4:36 am

"Without going out of my door I can know all things on Earth."

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:20 am

"So... memories?" she tries to make sense of this. She's good at metaphors, not necessarily riddles.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:24 am

"There are places I remember, all my life--though some have changed," Will nodded.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:28 am

"How do I access these?" she asks, holding up one of the reels.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:37 am

Will, sadly, shook his head

"Everybody knows there's nothing doing. Everything is closed, it's like a ruin."

Nevertheless, he walked back into the room, beckoning Miriam to follow him.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:38 am

"I can see that." she says as she follows the little ClayWill. "But everything's still working. In a way."

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:55 am

Will shrugged, as they walked back inside the room.

Will walked through rows of switches, flipping some and twisting some dials, before removing the cover of a chair in front of an old typewriter-style keyboard. Next to it was a reel-to-reel player.

"You can talk to me."

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:56 am

"By typing on that thing?" she asks, sitting down in front of the typewriter.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:01 am

"It's a thousand pages, give or take a few. I'll be writing more in a week or two."

So....yes?

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:03 am

"Are you talking in Beatles lyrics?" she asks, then goes to type a similar question into the typewriter.

Code: Select all: Why is he talking in Beatles lyrics?

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 8:10 pm

A screen lit up, in all it's green-and-white, '80s computer glory.

Code: Select all: 001>> Error. "Why" command not found. Attempting to compensate...

A blue line of text appeared under it, apparently attempting to answer Miriam's query:
"You're talking to a computer?"

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 8:49 pm

"I hate computers." she mumbles and types in:

Code: Select all: What's your purpose?

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:12 pm

Code: Select all: >>002 "Purpose" undefined. Please define.

The reels of tape spun and lights flashed, as the computer tried to make heads or tails of Miriam. Another blue text line popped up.

"Purpose for what?"

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:35 pm

Code: Select all: Memories, reasoning, emotional center. This has to correspond to some function.

she types into the console.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:38 pm

Code: Select all: >>003 Memories: 0.05% online. Reasoning: 100% functional. Emotional center: 100% functional

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 9:52 pm

"What the bloody hell? Point oh five percent? Memory like a sieve. Let's see..."

Code: Select all: Load additional memories.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:12 pm

Code: Select all: 004>> Attempting... Attempting... ERROR. Memory corrupted. Stack overflow.

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:16 pm

"Hmm..."

Code: Select all: Locate corrupt memory reels.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:24 pm

Code: Select all: >>005 Corrupt memory files have been stored in accordance with emergency protocols

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:29 pm

"Fine." she groans.

Code: Select all: Show me the emergency protocols.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:31 pm

Code: Select all: 006>> ACCESS DENIED. Requires Tri-Level Code Authorization

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:58 pm

"Fine then, be that way." she says and decides to try something else.

Code: Select all: Load information regarding recent shape modifications.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 11:06 pm

Code: Select all: 007> Loading Recent Modifications Form AL325B: X-Team Vehicle Form QR942C: Sam's Friend

by **Miriam Bell** » Tue Jul 28, 2015 11:43 pm

Code: Select all: Load Form AL325B details

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:08 am

Bam! The screen started flickering through a ton of information, going into insane detail on the composition and structure of the vehicle in question. A metric assload of data cycled through here, with pictures from all possible angles flashing up on the screen almost too fast to monitor.

On the bottom a progress bar was stuck at...well, it didn't have a number ahead of it, but it was about 2/3rds? And ever-so-slowly going up.

by **Miriam Bell** » Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:12 am

"I wonder if you can input things here and make new forms..." she wonders, but puts the thought aside for a more pressing concern for now.

Code: Select all: Requesting information on progress bar.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:21 am

Code: Select all: 007>> Progress bar indicates progress of integrating form into central matrix

by **Miriam Bell** » Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:34 am

"Shouldn't that already be the case if he can turn into it?"

Code: Select all: Elaborate on integration.

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