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kore_logs2014-07-24 03:21 pm
narcissistictendencies) wrote in kore_logs2014-07-24 03:21 pm
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Let's take a make-believe vacation
Who: Tony Stark and You (meaning, whoever wants to stop by)
When: 216?
Where: Tony's Lab
What: Tony in his lab doing Tony things. ...the age appropriate Tony things.
Warnings: None that I can think of? Just shenanigans.
Tony has actually been pretty busy and probably very scarce lately. The mechanical genius has been keeping to his lab and only leaves when he's forced to do so by splitting migraines. Those following his work would know he had found, modified, and reprogrammed a few nanites to delve under his skin and use them as an interface to reprogram the micro computers also under his skin that had once been used to summon his suit. Well, that little skill isn't very necessary here, and though the prehensile suit had been a terrific idea for back home, he had a better use for those computers.
Most of them had been re-purposed into monitoring his vitals, short-range sensors, wireless data-transfer to his phone--usually info sharing between his vitals and JARVIS--among other little basic Tony Stark needs with the help of the nanites. He had other intentions for them, but those were more in depth and time consuming, so they could wait.
From time to time, he likely had one or two young lab assistants, but to be completely honest, he lost track of when they came and went. He also lost track of what day it was, when he last ate, if he'd slept recently, or who was actually in the room when he started babbling. Fortunately, if he was alone, he had that mobile mini JARVIS app to respond to him, so he seemed less like he was losing his mind. Unfortunately, when he actually didn't expect a response, sometimes he got one and it would drag him from his head space to blink around at the world like a dazed deer caught in headlights.
At the moment, he was working on a strange piece of tech that the lab so graciously dumped on him while he slept. Hey, he wouldn't turn down gifts of weird technology, but he would appreciate someone at least leave a user manual with it. Or a Terms of Use. Maybe an EULA... Something! With that thought of frustration, the device discharged some kind of current--conducted through the tool in Tony's hand--to deliver a rather startling jolt up Tony's arm. The tool clattered to the floor as did the chair he'd been sitting in when he jumped up from it, muttering irately and pacing a small semi-circle away from the table.
"See? This is why I need my workshop! Do you hear me?!" He shouted angrily, looking up at the lights in the ceiling while rubbing the remaining jolt out of his arm. Oh, he was talking to the Machine, but it probably didn't care. He had angry outbursts from time to time when things didn't go his way. It was... normal. But if anyone were to walk in on him, or already be in the same room, this had been his first outburst after hours of silence. It was time for a break before he broke something. Someone might take this moment to distract him with conversation.
When: 216?
Where: Tony's Lab
What: Tony in his lab doing Tony things. ...the age appropriate Tony things.
Warnings: None that I can think of? Just shenanigans.
Tony has actually been pretty busy and probably very scarce lately. The mechanical genius has been keeping to his lab and only leaves when he's forced to do so by splitting migraines. Those following his work would know he had found, modified, and reprogrammed a few nanites to delve under his skin and use them as an interface to reprogram the micro computers also under his skin that had once been used to summon his suit. Well, that little skill isn't very necessary here, and though the prehensile suit had been a terrific idea for back home, he had a better use for those computers.
Most of them had been re-purposed into monitoring his vitals, short-range sensors, wireless data-transfer to his phone--usually info sharing between his vitals and JARVIS--among other little basic Tony Stark needs with the help of the nanites. He had other intentions for them, but those were more in depth and time consuming, so they could wait.
From time to time, he likely had one or two young lab assistants, but to be completely honest, he lost track of when they came and went. He also lost track of what day it was, when he last ate, if he'd slept recently, or who was actually in the room when he started babbling. Fortunately, if he was alone, he had that mobile mini JARVIS app to respond to him, so he seemed less like he was losing his mind. Unfortunately, when he actually didn't expect a response, sometimes he got one and it would drag him from his head space to blink around at the world like a dazed deer caught in headlights.
At the moment, he was working on a strange piece of tech that the lab so graciously dumped on him while he slept. Hey, he wouldn't turn down gifts of weird technology, but he would appreciate someone at least leave a user manual with it. Or a Terms of Use. Maybe an EULA... Something! With that thought of frustration, the device discharged some kind of current--conducted through the tool in Tony's hand--to deliver a rather startling jolt up Tony's arm. The tool clattered to the floor as did the chair he'd been sitting in when he jumped up from it, muttering irately and pacing a small semi-circle away from the table.
"See? This is why I need my workshop! Do you hear me?!" He shouted angrily, looking up at the lights in the ceiling while rubbing the remaining jolt out of his arm. Oh, he was talking to the Machine, but it probably didn't care. He had angry outbursts from time to time when things didn't go his way. It was... normal. But if anyone were to walk in on him, or already be in the same room, this had been his first outburst after hours of silence. It was time for a break before he broke something. Someone might take this moment to distract him with conversation.
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But that - whatever it is Tony was yelling at - that's new. Leo takes a few steps inside, giving it a curious look. "What's that?"
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"Not a clue." He replied somewhat irately, rapping a knuckle off the dark alloy shell of the device. "Well, that's not entirely accurate. I think it might be some form of bio-tech. And if I'm right, then my next assessment is some kind of electronic brain. A hard drive. But that's about as far as I've gotten."
"Sir, there is no evidence to suggest there is anything biological about the components of the device."
"And you know this because your scans have been able to penetrate that impenetrable outer shell? Oh, right! No, they can't. Butt out." He ran a hand down his face in frustration and turned his attention back to Leo. "Look, I'll show you what I mean." He picked up the small pocket knife off the ground and walked back to the device on the table. "It's damaged--not my fault. It came that way. And if you..." He wedged the blade into one of the cracks, prying it apart just slightly, Leo would be able to see past the shell and into the inner workings... which seemed to writhe away from the light shortly followed by another discharge and Tony cursed, dropping the knife again in favour of rubbing the jolt out of his arm.
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When it's pried open, Leo craned his neck to see what's inside... but there it went, shocking Tony again. "Maybe it just doesn't like being torn apart like that. It only shocks you when you try, right?" Could be some kind of automaton, he figured, and they usually did have opinions about that stuff.
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"It worked. For a second. A massive burst of data made it to the computer in a language I've never seen before, then it not only fried the computer, but I lost half the nanites working with my micro computers." He motioned to his arm. Nearly half the nanites under Tony's skin were 'dead in the water' so to speak, wiped clean of their programming. "That one knocked me on my not-so-iron ass. In other words, it shocks me whenever it damn well feels like it!" No, Tony. It shocks you when you tamper with it. But he was far too riled up to admit that.
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But this thing might be different, considering it had just appeared and looked intent on keeping Tony away from it.
"What if I just..." His voice trailed off, all his focus going to the device before them as he reached out to touch it. Maybe he could get something that way.
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When Leo spoke again and seemed to concentrate, Tony refrained from talking, opting to just watch instead. The boy was extraordinary, so maybe he really could do it.
As soon as Leo's hand would come in contact with the device, it hummed to life, as if being brought out of sleep-mode. Okay, that was irritating in Tony's opinion. "Great. It likes you better." He huffed, but was interested despite himself. A small holographic screen was projected above the device, showing some kind of interface, but everything was displayed in a strange alien language. The screen rippled and warped with short spits of static, likely due to whatever damaged it before it arrived in Tony's lab.
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"I... I guess it's a computer? I don't understand it - it's not in any kind of language I've seen before." Even Ancient Greek made more sense than... whatever this was. "It's broken - I guess you know that, but maybe it can still be fixed..." Concentrating, he silently asked the machine what they could do to fix it.