Post by Patchwork on Sept 5, 2023 2:17:32 GMT -5
Patch had a complicated relationship with the Planet Namek. On the one hand he enjoyed the nature, the locals and he liked to study the dinosaurs that dwelled here. Making notes on their similarities and differences to the ones back home.
On the other hand there was far too much water in his opinion. And there were so many network deadspots it was frankly ridiculous. Their signal infrastructure for the extranet seemed practically unfinished. Patch hated being in a deadzone, it made him feel isolated...uninformed...alone.
All that said, it wasn't as if he planned to stay here forever. He had flown to the alien world with a specific purpose in mind. And apparently this was the address of the person who could help him accomplish that purpose. The sibling of the Guru apparently, some being known as Pankaa.
As he tried to navigate himself to Pankaa's residence the signal dropped out for a seventh time and the Android let out a mechanical noise of displeasure somewhat akin to a sigh as he attempted to find the signal again. There were quite a few houses around here and he would rather avoid knocking on doors randomly.
He walked along the dirt roads trying to find a signal spot again when finally his navigation re-connected, and his destination was...right in front of his face.
"Oh..." He exclaims flatly, bringing up the script file to remind him exactly what he was supposed to say as to not be awkward. It was foolproof it was flawless it...hadn't been saved.
Patch was sure he had manually saved it, and yet there in his storage was a blank text document staring him in the face. Hours of work on from running numerous conversation simulations...gone in an instant...it was highly distressing.
Nonetheless, Patch would have to push on. His cortex was constructed with adaptability in mind, he could do something as simple as have a conversation...right?
He knocked on the door, and to whomever answered he would stare at them blankly for a few seconds while his brain buffered, only to open up with the most natural line ever. "...You do parts?"
On the other hand there was far too much water in his opinion. And there were so many network deadspots it was frankly ridiculous. Their signal infrastructure for the extranet seemed practically unfinished. Patch hated being in a deadzone, it made him feel isolated...uninformed...alone.
All that said, it wasn't as if he planned to stay here forever. He had flown to the alien world with a specific purpose in mind. And apparently this was the address of the person who could help him accomplish that purpose. The sibling of the Guru apparently, some being known as Pankaa.
As he tried to navigate himself to Pankaa's residence the signal dropped out for a seventh time and the Android let out a mechanical noise of displeasure somewhat akin to a sigh as he attempted to find the signal again. There were quite a few houses around here and he would rather avoid knocking on doors randomly.
He walked along the dirt roads trying to find a signal spot again when finally his navigation re-connected, and his destination was...right in front of his face.
"Oh..." He exclaims flatly, bringing up the script file to remind him exactly what he was supposed to say as to not be awkward. It was foolproof it was flawless it...hadn't been saved.
Patch was sure he had manually saved it, and yet there in his storage was a blank text document staring him in the face. Hours of work on from running numerous conversation simulations...gone in an instant...it was highly distressing.
Nonetheless, Patch would have to push on. His cortex was constructed with adaptability in mind, he could do something as simple as have a conversation...right?
He knocked on the door, and to whomever answered he would stare at them blankly for a few seconds while his brain buffered, only to open up with the most natural line ever. "...You do parts?"
WC: 364
TWC: 364
TWC: 364