I'm not going to address the title suggestions yet. I'd like to see if I can get a few more ideas in first. I do like two of CD's ideas, though, and have one of my own.
As for some of the others, well...
I'd like to see somebody write UDW. Could be interesting.
"Friend Request" implies a certain amount of masochistic sociability that I'm not all that pleased with. Why would I *want* a befriending? Would I even be offered one, or just a KWEP?
Seraviel: One too many slogans, methinks... and what's with the pressure cooker?
I'm now imagining JS in front of a barbecue, wearing the traditional 'Kiss The Cook' apron. Thank you *ever so much* for that. >.<
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The thing about planning, brainstorming... whatever you want to call it... is that it's not a definite process. There's a beginning, but no real end point.
Because of that, I was finished with my planning session well before the door opened... and yet it was still an interruption.Oh, look. Herr Doktor Fraunkenshtein himself. Wonder which approach he's going to take?
"Ah, you're functional! Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" From where I was- and it was so weird having to look up at the guy- Scaglietti looked like Christmas had come early.
"What did you think about your little adventure, hmm? How did it feel to escape DEATH ITSELF?!" The doctor was doing his best impression of a medical scanner suite, looking me over from what felt like every direction at once. It was starting to make me feel claustrophobic, actually. Everywhere I looked, there he was.
"Doctor!" Both of us stopped what we were doing (trying to escape, and attempting to do... something... with a tool that looked entirely too cold and metallic for my dignity, respectively) when we heard Uno. "If you want him to talk, then let him talk! Give him space to breathe!" Surprisingly enough, he backed off at this. I got a chance to catch my breath, calm down a bit, and prepare an answer.
Okay, Uno is officially Best Number. Why didn't she get more time on the show?
I cupped my chin with one hand, tapping my cheek with a finger as I thought. "I remember the procedure you performed yesterday- more accurately, I remember being subjected to a procedure yesterday. More importantly, I don't remember any lapses in consciousness until after the procedure, and yet I'm currently inhabiting a different body than I started in.
Would I be correct to assume you're attempting to document the effects of your consciousness-transfer process, and not, say, the emotional impact of surviving what felt like the mother of all
heart attacks?" At Jail's eager nod- he looks like a puppy begging for a treat!- I smirked. "Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you, then. I was in no condition to take accurate stock of my own senses. The crippling pain sort of made that difficult."
Jail's face fell. For a moment, he actually looked sad... before I decided to cheer him up a bit. "I did notice one phenomena that may have been related to the consciousness transfer. The best description I can give is that it felt like my mind was larger than my head. I couldn't say for certain, but that sounds like it's probably related." I thought for a second, trying to stoke a beard I no longer had. "If there were any other effects, I couldn't distinguish them from the aftereffects of that test the day before."
I pressed on, taking the conversation for my own before he could respond. "Speaking of that test, what was that? Why did it feel like it was tearing... me... apart...?" I trailed off, the implications of my own statement hitting me like a freight train made of brick walls.
The doctor nodded. "It seems you figured it out. I had to give you a new linker core," he explained, nonchalant as can be, "and the old one was in the way. So I got rid of it."
I was a bit shocked by this. Understandably, I think, since Scaglietti had just casually admitted to wiping out what little magic I'd had. Given that, losing my inner monologue for a little bit while I reevaluated the situation was eminently understandable. Really, it was... as was the pacing to and fro. At least, that's how I hoped they'd rationalize it.
"...destroying a linker core almost always results in death. Proven fact. Linker core attached to body- cause of death would be from effect of destruction on body. I'm in a different body, so not connected to old core, so not dead." I stopped muttering, stopped walking for a bit, and looked up at the doctor, watching him watching me. "Artificial mage?" He blinked, and nodded.
That said, I went back to my pacing and my 'thinking'. "Connected to new core in new body, so mage. Core destroyed before transfer. Plan from the beginning. Not a dead child, so core works. Always seem to know time, have no problem looking at lights... must be augmented." Still pacing, I looked back over to ask another question. "Cyborg?" Again, the doctor nodded.
"Okay with that. Sensible. Growing a clone anyway, going to send it into combat- why not make it better? Plenty of time- plan scheduled for sixteen years later- why not make young?" I stopped pacing, turned to face the doctor entirely, and smiled up at him, swinging my arms forward and back a bit. "Great. Where do we go from here?"
"...what?"
My grin got even wider. "You know- in your plan for me. What's the next step?"
If I'd had to guess, Doctor Scaglietti wasn't used to having people around who could think through things at even a fraction of his speed- or people who could fake it, even. I'd put him off-balance a bit, figuring out what had happened in front of him. My question, though, seemed to put him back on track, judging from the grin and chuckling.
I think I just signed myself up for more SCIENCE!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As for some of the others, well...
I'd like to see somebody write UDW. Could be interesting.
"Friend Request" implies a certain amount of masochistic sociability that I'm not all that pleased with. Why would I *want* a befriending? Would I even be offered one, or just a KWEP?
Seraviel: One too many slogans, methinks... and what's with the pressure cooker?
I'm now imagining JS in front of a barbecue, wearing the traditional 'Kiss The Cook' apron. Thank you *ever so much* for that. >.<
**********
The thing about planning, brainstorming... whatever you want to call it... is that it's not a definite process. There's a beginning, but no real end point.
Because of that, I was finished with my planning session well before the door opened... and yet it was still an interruption.Oh, look. Herr Doktor Fraunkenshtein himself. Wonder which approach he's going to take?
"Ah, you're functional! Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" From where I was- and it was so weird having to look up at the guy- Scaglietti looked like Christmas had come early.
"What did you think about your little adventure, hmm? How did it feel to escape DEATH ITSELF?!" The doctor was doing his best impression of a medical scanner suite, looking me over from what felt like every direction at once. It was starting to make me feel claustrophobic, actually. Everywhere I looked, there he was.
"Doctor!" Both of us stopped what we were doing (trying to escape, and attempting to do... something... with a tool that looked entirely too cold and metallic for my dignity, respectively) when we heard Uno. "If you want him to talk, then let him talk! Give him space to breathe!" Surprisingly enough, he backed off at this. I got a chance to catch my breath, calm down a bit, and prepare an answer.
Okay, Uno is officially Best Number. Why didn't she get more time on the show?
I cupped my chin with one hand, tapping my cheek with a finger as I thought. "I remember the procedure you performed yesterday- more accurately, I remember being subjected to a procedure yesterday. More importantly, I don't remember any lapses in consciousness until after the procedure, and yet I'm currently inhabiting a different body than I started in.
Would I be correct to assume you're attempting to document the effects of your consciousness-transfer process, and not, say, the emotional impact of surviving what felt like the mother of all
heart attacks?" At Jail's eager nod- he looks like a puppy begging for a treat!- I smirked. "Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you, then. I was in no condition to take accurate stock of my own senses. The crippling pain sort of made that difficult."
Jail's face fell. For a moment, he actually looked sad... before I decided to cheer him up a bit. "I did notice one phenomena that may have been related to the consciousness transfer. The best description I can give is that it felt like my mind was larger than my head. I couldn't say for certain, but that sounds like it's probably related." I thought for a second, trying to stoke a beard I no longer had. "If there were any other effects, I couldn't distinguish them from the aftereffects of that test the day before."
I pressed on, taking the conversation for my own before he could respond. "Speaking of that test, what was that? Why did it feel like it was tearing... me... apart...?" I trailed off, the implications of my own statement hitting me like a freight train made of brick walls.
The doctor nodded. "It seems you figured it out. I had to give you a new linker core," he explained, nonchalant as can be, "and the old one was in the way. So I got rid of it."
I was a bit shocked by this. Understandably, I think, since Scaglietti had just casually admitted to wiping out what little magic I'd had. Given that, losing my inner monologue for a little bit while I reevaluated the situation was eminently understandable. Really, it was... as was the pacing to and fro. At least, that's how I hoped they'd rationalize it.
"...destroying a linker core almost always results in death. Proven fact. Linker core attached to body- cause of death would be from effect of destruction on body. I'm in a different body, so not connected to old core, so not dead." I stopped muttering, stopped walking for a bit, and looked up at the doctor, watching him watching me. "Artificial mage?" He blinked, and nodded.
That said, I went back to my pacing and my 'thinking'. "Connected to new core in new body, so mage. Core destroyed before transfer. Plan from the beginning. Not a dead child, so core works. Always seem to know time, have no problem looking at lights... must be augmented." Still pacing, I looked back over to ask another question. "Cyborg?" Again, the doctor nodded.
"Okay with that. Sensible. Growing a clone anyway, going to send it into combat- why not make it better? Plenty of time- plan scheduled for sixteen years later- why not make young?" I stopped pacing, turned to face the doctor entirely, and smiled up at him, swinging my arms forward and back a bit. "Great. Where do we go from here?"
"...what?"
My grin got even wider. "You know- in your plan for me. What's the next step?"
If I'd had to guess, Doctor Scaglietti wasn't used to having people around who could think through things at even a fraction of his speed- or people who could fake it, even. I'd put him off-balance a bit, figuring out what had happened in front of him. My question, though, seemed to put him back on track, judging from the grin and chuckling.
I think I just signed myself up for more SCIENCE!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.