Ep 0 - To Create a Mech -- Closed
Dec 8, 2011 16:35:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2011 16:35:56 GMT -5
((Soundwave, Shockwave, maybe MindRazor))
The incident with Sniper opened Soundwave's optics significantly. He'd always taken pride in his work, his coding clean and elegant, his monitoring and logging through to the point of almost being stalker-ish. He'd never considered there would be a mech brazen enough (well, other than Blaster, but his security was tailored to watch for THAT mech) to actually attempt to muddle though his systems and networks, much less succeed infiltrating them.
Once the traitor had been dealt with, the specialist had spent several days holed up in his comm room, scanning his grid with a metaphorical fine tooth comb searching for any and every flaw or gap in his security, anything that might be exploitable. What he'd found caused his ire to boil.
His system was perfect, its security flawless. The only gap, and it was a BIG one, was the fact that ~he~ needed to be constantly monitoring it, something that was becoming increasingly difficult to do now that his Master's heath had become a sort of...responsibility for him.
Soundwave wasn't a mech to complain. He LIVED to serve and he'd been built to scan massive amounts of information simultaneously, but he was also only one mech, with two hands and eight tentacles. There was just only so much he could do while not braided into his network and the amount of time he was having to spend at his master's side had seriously started to cut into his ability to monitor everything. Cutting back however, on any front, was not an option. He simply needed longer hands.
He had actually already been considering options for the Nemisis's security--an advanced AI, a sophisticated drone--but all of his researched indicated that nothing but a fully sentient mind, one brimming with the same sort of experience and knowledge in his own, would ever be enough for the tasks he wished to delegate. What he needed, was a clone. And that's when he'd come up with the idea for a symbiote.
A symbiote would perfect! It would be him but not, something that he could allow to tap into his own knowledge and experience without actually having to constantly control and monitor. Simultaneously dependent and independent and able to learn and information gather on its own, even add to his own databanks.
Symbiotes weren't actually that uncommon among their kind, but generally they symbiotic relationship was forged at the time of spark-kindling--I mech came into the world either a Host Mech or a symbiont. Turning a spark already millions of vorns old into a Host Spark generally was practically heard of and something Soundwave simply did not have the expertise to even think of attempting on himself.
However he knew someone who might.
The dark, lanky mech stalked though the bowls of the Nemesis into areas rarely trespassed upon by any sane mech, self aware mech. Even those slightly less than self-aware avoided the area as certain doom seemed to waifer in the air and hover in the corners. Soundwave, on a mission, wasn't concerned. He found the mech he searched for bent over a large, energon splattered berth, elbow deep in what might have been the remains of a vehicle.
He clicked, announcing his presence, and waited for Shockwave to look up
The incident with Sniper opened Soundwave's optics significantly. He'd always taken pride in his work, his coding clean and elegant, his monitoring and logging through to the point of almost being stalker-ish. He'd never considered there would be a mech brazen enough (well, other than Blaster, but his security was tailored to watch for THAT mech) to actually attempt to muddle though his systems and networks, much less succeed infiltrating them.
Once the traitor had been dealt with, the specialist had spent several days holed up in his comm room, scanning his grid with a metaphorical fine tooth comb searching for any and every flaw or gap in his security, anything that might be exploitable. What he'd found caused his ire to boil.
His system was perfect, its security flawless. The only gap, and it was a BIG one, was the fact that ~he~ needed to be constantly monitoring it, something that was becoming increasingly difficult to do now that his Master's heath had become a sort of...responsibility for him.
Soundwave wasn't a mech to complain. He LIVED to serve and he'd been built to scan massive amounts of information simultaneously, but he was also only one mech, with two hands and eight tentacles. There was just only so much he could do while not braided into his network and the amount of time he was having to spend at his master's side had seriously started to cut into his ability to monitor everything. Cutting back however, on any front, was not an option. He simply needed longer hands.
He had actually already been considering options for the Nemisis's security--an advanced AI, a sophisticated drone--but all of his researched indicated that nothing but a fully sentient mind, one brimming with the same sort of experience and knowledge in his own, would ever be enough for the tasks he wished to delegate. What he needed, was a clone. And that's when he'd come up with the idea for a symbiote.
A symbiote would perfect! It would be him but not, something that he could allow to tap into his own knowledge and experience without actually having to constantly control and monitor. Simultaneously dependent and independent and able to learn and information gather on its own, even add to his own databanks.
Symbiotes weren't actually that uncommon among their kind, but generally they symbiotic relationship was forged at the time of spark-kindling--I mech came into the world either a Host Mech or a symbiont. Turning a spark already millions of vorns old into a Host Spark generally was practically heard of and something Soundwave simply did not have the expertise to even think of attempting on himself.
However he knew someone who might.
The dark, lanky mech stalked though the bowls of the Nemesis into areas rarely trespassed upon by any sane mech, self aware mech. Even those slightly less than self-aware avoided the area as certain doom seemed to waifer in the air and hover in the corners. Soundwave, on a mission, wasn't concerned. He found the mech he searched for bent over a large, energon splattered berth, elbow deep in what might have been the remains of a vehicle.
He clicked, announcing his presence, and waited for Shockwave to look up