[ti]Flashback[/ti]Harder, Better, Faster, Drunker! [Sparks n Suni]
Jul 9, 2020 16:03:41 GMT -5
Post by Sparkplug on Jul 9, 2020 16:03:41 GMT -5
"You know, I do like a challenge," Sparkplug agreed. "I'm no racer, but proving myself around here? That's a feat of endurance. Okay. As much fun as it would be to design some variable elements, you're going to need a solid frame that won't need too much maintenance, long-term. That's where the elite have you beat, of course. They can afford to operate on the edge, and be refitted after every race."
Sparkplug's optics narrowed, her gaze focusing distantly for a moment. She knew, all too well, the hardships of struggling against those with an unassailable advantage from the very beginning. Busying herself at the main terminal, the engineer opened the raw map dataset, the holo tank flickering into a three-dimensional map of the terrain and course, then she overlaid the vectors per racer, each in a different colour. A smeary rainbow bent and warped around the track, the clean white line of the average vector flowing effortlessly around the curves and twists.
"So that's what you're aiming for. New motors, custom housings. Check. Better actuators. Check. I'll rerun the adaptive design based on this course, and generate a new set of plating. Check. Autonomics update, tuned for the new actuators. Check." Glyphs flew down a display field at the edge of the tank. "This is going to take a while to put together - you're going to have to be patient for a bit. I'll fire you updates from my private terminal now and then, so you'll know when to take time off and book the bay."
She looked up, and broke into a smile. "That should get you to striking range of those over-privileged slag buckets. The rest will be down to you."
Flicking displays away left and right, Sparkplug dismissed Sundance's data into her own private storage, carefully cleaning up after herself, before restoring the research displays from earlier that day. If she left even one window out of place, she'd be called out for 'inconveniencing senior researchers' and that was the start of trouble that she really didn't need.
"When you message me from now on, call me Nitro. Better to keep my real name out of it. Besides," she added with a grin and a raised brow, humour flickering through her field, "I kind of liked it when you called me that. Now let's get out of here, and go somewhere we can talk."
Sparkplug's optics narrowed, her gaze focusing distantly for a moment. She knew, all too well, the hardships of struggling against those with an unassailable advantage from the very beginning. Busying herself at the main terminal, the engineer opened the raw map dataset, the holo tank flickering into a three-dimensional map of the terrain and course, then she overlaid the vectors per racer, each in a different colour. A smeary rainbow bent and warped around the track, the clean white line of the average vector flowing effortlessly around the curves and twists.
"So that's what you're aiming for. New motors, custom housings. Check. Better actuators. Check. I'll rerun the adaptive design based on this course, and generate a new set of plating. Check. Autonomics update, tuned for the new actuators. Check." Glyphs flew down a display field at the edge of the tank. "This is going to take a while to put together - you're going to have to be patient for a bit. I'll fire you updates from my private terminal now and then, so you'll know when to take time off and book the bay."
She looked up, and broke into a smile. "That should get you to striking range of those over-privileged slag buckets. The rest will be down to you."
Flicking displays away left and right, Sparkplug dismissed Sundance's data into her own private storage, carefully cleaning up after herself, before restoring the research displays from earlier that day. If she left even one window out of place, she'd be called out for 'inconveniencing senior researchers' and that was the start of trouble that she really didn't need.
"When you message me from now on, call me Nitro. Better to keep my real name out of it. Besides," she added with a grin and a raised brow, humour flickering through her field, "I kind of liked it when you called me that. Now let's get out of here, and go somewhere we can talk."