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Post by Mind Dive on May 28, 2008 20:07:13 GMT -5
The basement of the RedBrooke University's Computer Department is not what one expects of a basement. It is well ventilated, dry and with a set, constant temperature. That is because its the Computer Department. A large room, filled with a computer of enormous size; walls of metal that make it a maze, while inside each wall is hard drive after hard drive. In the center of it all, like a king on his throne surronded by loyal subjects, is the Operating System, a transparent box, full of flickering lights and the endless hum of fans as it works. Here we can see a cache, over there a memory buffer of enormous proportions for a computer. And, crowning the OS, is a keyboard and computer screen. It would probably look a little more impressive if said screen wasn't normal-sized.
It is evening, the entire basement has calmed down now, all the humans retired to their homes for dinner. Still the computer hums with thought and calculation, despite the fact that it has been given no new problems to solve. The cameras, set throughout the building, turn on their own to watch the humans that are left, marching down the halls as they check for invaders. The echo of footsteps goes unobserved, and something notes that some sort of audio surveillance would have been beneficial. In the building directly opposite of it - the Engineering Department - one of the practical rooms has come to life, the robotic arms there carefully having parts molded into shape and welded together, this being attached to that with the infinite patience of one who, maybe literally, has all the time in the world. Mind Dive can afford to take his time.
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Post by Rilla/Feedback on Jun 21, 2008 13:29:56 GMT -5
Rilla and Feedback pulled into the parking lot that was empty, except for one car. Probably a professor who had forgotten something and rushing back to get it. She smirked a bit. "Alright, where do I go?" she asked, patting the headboard.
"Straight to the basement. Then call his name, he knows you're coming." Feedback replied. It was strange, the womanly voice being mixed with the roar of an engine, but Rilla loved it.
"Alright. Be right back." she said, swinging out of the car and rushing down the stairs to the basement of the almost empty college.
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Post by Mind Dive on Jun 21, 2008 19:03:04 GMT -5
Above the human, from a dozen hidden places in the ceiling, cameras turned on their own accord to follow her - not even for a second after entering the building did her movements go unseen. It was in the same fashion that all the doors unexplicitly became unlocked when she came towards them.
But still Mind Dive made no indication to the girl that he was there - best to wait for her to call to him first. It was possible that this wasn't the human contact that one of his fellows had assurred they would send - after all, the humans all looked alike - but she was the closest cosemetic match to the image they had sent. It was worth the chance if it meant getting out of the box faster.
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Post by Rilla/Feedback on Jun 24, 2008 19:29:47 GMT -5
The hair on the back of Rilla's neck stood up, she felt like she was being watched. She shoved her hands as deep as she could manage in her pockets and felt for the lock pick that was resting there. Don't be ridiculous, no one's watching you. You're just being paranoid she chastized herself and pushed forward, finding the stairs with ease and going down. She walked down the 3 flights of stairs that got her to the basement and she looked around.
"My name is Rilla, I am an assistant of Feedback. I am here to help you Mind Drive." She called out, using the exact words that Feedback had told her.
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Post by Mind Dive on Jun 24, 2008 23:09:48 GMT -5
At least there were audio devices in this room, even if there weren't in the rest of the building. It was only a simply matter to adjust the settings to catch what the organic said. "...assistant of Feedback. I am here to help you Mind Drive."Mind Dive paused, and then the lights above, attatched to the ceiling flickered off. After a moment a few of them turned back on, illuminating a path through the metal maze of the supercomputer to the OS. A green square blinked on the black background of the computer for a second; My designation is Mind Dive, not Mind Drive. Regardless... Greetings, organic Rilla.He had the urge to also write 'Bah weep nana weep ninnybong', but it would probably mean nothing to her. ((It was the universal greeting in the original transformers movie. I tried to resist ))
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Post by Rilla/Feedback on Jul 16, 2008 20:11:56 GMT -5
((haha, no need to resist, it's absolutley hilarious))
Rilla flushed a bit at her mistake ((and my typo haha)) "I do apologize Mind Dive." she said. She stepped forward along the lit up path to be closer to the large green square displaying the messages. "I was sent to do whatever errands you need. Any help that you might require and I'll do my best or I will relay the message to Feedback."
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Post by Mind Dive on Jul 18, 2008 0:38:50 GMT -5
((I'm glad you think so. And I know it was a typo, but I couldn't help myself.))
"Apology accepted." Mind Dive agreed easily, and once he decided that Rilla was close enough he had the lights return to normal; apparently it was bad for organics to observe screens such as this computer one in a poorly lit room. Fans whirled as Mind Dive considered what sort of errands he had that were suitable to send a human on, "No doubt your assistance will become appreciated. Currently I am in the process of building a new exostructure for myself - collection and transport of materials will no doubt speed up the process remarkably."
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