Gone Phishing [Invite] Oct 29, 2022 13:40:58 GMT -5
Post by Curie on Oct 29, 2022 13:40:58 GMT -5
|Gone Phishing| - Curie's PL: 35,000 (Antisense)
Calling Curie's ramshackle, ruins-laden workshop a "lab" would've undoubtedly upset some Tuffles, but for all intents and purposes, that's what it was. Besides, Curie enjoyed making Tuffles upset.
Begrudgingly, however, Curie had to admit that the lot of them had a point; getting work done in such an unpleasant localle was no easy feat, but unfortunately, she was quite short on options. The enviornment of the Destron Crags was ideal for her work, after all; the dense, destron-laden air was ideal for her research purposes, and couldn't be so easilly replicated. Nonetheless, Hatchi City didn't exactly welcome her, and obtaining the equipment she needed was proving to be a real pain in the processors. Theft could only get her so far; she needed infrastructure, and for the most part, she needed to build that infrastructure herself.
Seated upon a chair fastened out of her nanites, Curie bent over her workstation, her fingertips removed and replaced with more delicate tools. Some kind of engine was present on the table, pulsating with an eerie green glow. It was the result of the research she'd ventured to undertake for the past year-or-so, spurred by the death of her dear friend, K414. Before his passing, boredom was, at the least, tolerable; unpleasant and something to be avoided, certainly, but tolerable.
But now, boredom was but an invitation for grief, for the passing of her one and only friend, perhaps the only one who'd ever ventured to understand her. She had been alone ever since she left Satsuma Labs, but now, it was different; now, she knew what it was like to be something else.
She'd even failed to accomplish his last request, to be put to rest at a set of exact coordinates on this very planet. So close, so easy, yet left undone. Some friend she was.
There was complications, certainly; the Saiyan side of the planet was far from cordial with beings of her ilk, and while she shared the sentiment in full, she couldn't exactly roam around Saiyan territory with such leisure. Secondly, there was another name she needed to investiage, in regards to tying up his loose ends- Vocado Bonemoon. He wasn't exactly a difficult man to learn about- or find, even -but the man seemed to spend about as much time in healing pods as he did out of them. Striding into the medical bay of the Saiyan Kingdom was out of the question, so she'd have to wait for a more opportune moment to appraoch. Such was her luck.
The third complication, however, was perhaps the most hindering; she hadn't found his brain, that day. There was a chance- however small -that he was still out there. It was a dangerous possibility to entertain; after all, if he had been salvaged, there was every chance he was now a machine much unlike the one she once knew.
That, of course, was assuming that he'd been salvaged at all, and that the blue stain in the middle of that battlefield wasn't what remained of him.
In any case, Curie was paralyzed into inaction, and to occupy her brain, turned to engineering. It was as good a pursuit as any, and one that Curie could justify; improving one's own systems was only logical, after all. Even if that improvement required the synthesis of a new, stronger gas to create a new, stronger core; she would be undettered. The ethical implications of her science was, at best, fifth on the list of things she needed to process; more then anything, she needed something to do. Something to distract herself.
Little did she know that a distraction was about to present itself; and it wasn't nearly so attractive as tinkering.