Let me rephrase. The designs are too anime, and not robot enough. I like mecha that have a bit more obvious functionality to their design.
Incidentally, when you get your budget computer figured out, I'm going to have to brainstorm with you at some point. You've read my mind enough that I'd like your input on some spoilery things.
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The Doctor wasn't kidding when he said it'd take a while to make. Over two weeks, and not a peep out of him? Almost unnatural, that is.
The last seventeen days had not been wasted. Since I knew I had a Device on the way, I'd shifted gears; instead of reading about magical theory all day long, my last few dozen books had been on spell creation.
I've not absorbed all the information I've read as of yet. A lot of it is stuff I didn't even 'read' in the classical sense; now that I have optical scanners and holographic memory, it's easier to flip through each book once, commit them to memory, and just study the book in my head.
So there I was, flipping through the last few pages of Schwartzwald's The Structure of Magic (in the original Belkan; I'd not yet learned to speak it, but I could read it just fine by now), when
Uno walked into the room.
That's unusual. Uno's not usually on Blue-catching duty. I looked up from my book just long enough to give her a respectful nod, then turned my eyes back to the conclusion. "Good morning, Uno. Did something happen to Tre?", I asked, all the while committing more pages to memory.
She smiled- not broadly, but the same sort of small, reserved grin I tend to prefer. "She's out on a mission at the moment. I was asked to convey Father's compliments, and ask that you attend him at your earliest convenience."Funny how that phrase means 'right the hell now', no matter where you are.
The final page (not an index, but a rant from Old Schwartz on the liberating insanity of knowing the truth) slid from my fingers. Finished, I stood up, and gave Uno my most elaborate courtly bow. "As Milord Doctor commands, so shall it be!", I said in my most pompous manner, before abruptly dropping it. "Will I find him in the primary lab again?"
She chuckled -actually chuckled!- a bit, before recovering her professional demeanor. "Not today, Ford. He's actually down in the containment lab, waiting for you."
In the most overly-dramatic voice I could muster, I intoned "Then it's to the containment room I go! Though the path may be long, and filled with obstacles, I shall not rest until I reach that most sturdy of rooms!"
{grumble}
Scowling at my traitorous belly, I continued without missing a beat. "...and maybe a breakfast somewhere along the way." With that, I marched out of the room, already plotting a route that'd take me by the kitchens.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Incidentally, when you get your budget computer figured out, I'm going to have to brainstorm with you at some point. You've read my mind enough that I'd like your input on some spoilery things.
**********
The Doctor wasn't kidding when he said it'd take a while to make. Over two weeks, and not a peep out of him? Almost unnatural, that is.
The last seventeen days had not been wasted. Since I knew I had a Device on the way, I'd shifted gears; instead of reading about magical theory all day long, my last few dozen books had been on spell creation.
I've not absorbed all the information I've read as of yet. A lot of it is stuff I didn't even 'read' in the classical sense; now that I have optical scanners and holographic memory, it's easier to flip through each book once, commit them to memory, and just study the book in my head.
So there I was, flipping through the last few pages of Schwartzwald's The Structure of Magic (in the original Belkan; I'd not yet learned to speak it, but I could read it just fine by now), when
Uno walked into the room.
That's unusual. Uno's not usually on Blue-catching duty. I looked up from my book just long enough to give her a respectful nod, then turned my eyes back to the conclusion. "Good morning, Uno. Did something happen to Tre?", I asked, all the while committing more pages to memory.
She smiled- not broadly, but the same sort of small, reserved grin I tend to prefer. "She's out on a mission at the moment. I was asked to convey Father's compliments, and ask that you attend him at your earliest convenience."Funny how that phrase means 'right the hell now', no matter where you are.
The final page (not an index, but a rant from Old Schwartz on the liberating insanity of knowing the truth) slid from my fingers. Finished, I stood up, and gave Uno my most elaborate courtly bow. "As Milord Doctor commands, so shall it be!", I said in my most pompous manner, before abruptly dropping it. "Will I find him in the primary lab again?"
She chuckled -actually chuckled!- a bit, before recovering her professional demeanor. "Not today, Ford. He's actually down in the containment lab, waiting for you."
In the most overly-dramatic voice I could muster, I intoned "Then it's to the containment room I go! Though the path may be long, and filled with obstacles, I shall not rest until I reach that most sturdy of rooms!"
{grumble}
Scowling at my traitorous belly, I continued without missing a beat. "...and maybe a breakfast somewhere along the way." With that, I marched out of the room, already plotting a route that'd take me by the kitchens.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.