Practice makes Perfect

[heartofasun]

"Tails."
"Tails."
"Tails."
It didn't take an astute observer to realize she wasn't just beating the odds of probability, she was calling them correctly before they landed. Time, after time, after time. The coin she was flipping might look familiar to any Andromeda crew still on board. Dylan had given it to her, back when she was purple. And still had a tail. It was a fun game she played. Messing with the right influence at the right time. Only this time it was with a coin and not people. That way Dylan wouldn't get mad at her.

He didn't understand. How could he, he was organic, mortal, trapped within his own limited perceptions and understanding. Still, that was part of the reason she needed him. He wasn't just any ordinary mortal. She needed him. All the possibilities, all the best possibilities, circled around him. She just had to get him to understand her methods were necessary. He needed to trust her. "Tails."
"Tails."
Trance flipped the coin onto the back of her hand, the motion practiced and almost boring. "Tails."

Comments

[heartofasun]

"Do you think that may be a problem for you if anything happens to you and the medics here revive you? What can be done for this revivification mania? Besides the straps. Would a sedative work until the chemicals and reactions are balanced out?

[agathaheterodyne]

"If the sedative were tailored to take into account the glandular output, perhaps," she said, thinking about that. "but to get the kind of data you would need to create the correct mix, you'd have to kill and revive me once first, to be sure...."

She wasn't crazy about that idea, however the science to allow someone to be revived without the revivification rush all but obliterated any hesitation.

Really, this was why she needed Maxim...

[heartofasun]

"Alright, I don't think we'll kill and revive you. But you're okay with nanobots? Nanotechnology? I can tailor the bots to take care of any excess glandular output and heal any necrotic or injured tissue."

Trance gave her a smile. "Let's just try not have you die or get injured, alright?"

[agathaheterodyne]

"Nanobots?" she asked, fascinated. "I would like to see" and study, and improve "these, if you would, before we use them on me. How do you tailor them? How exactly do they work?"

Her eyes were getting that peculiar light to them, that first breath of madness...

[heartofasun]

Trance took a step forward toward Agatha and stared at her, her eyes glinted a peculiar orange glint for a moment. "Not until you take a breath." She recognized that look. Maybe not on Agatha, but on Harper. Not just when he was in the midst of a new, probably dangerous experiment, but when he had been overloaded with the information from the Archive. When his brain couldn't handle it.

"Tell me what you're feeling right now?"

[agathaheterodyne]

"like I want to build, to work, to study, to improve, to create. I'm feeling GREAT!" The light increased in her eyes, she was in a borderline fugue state. This was a central part of what being a Spark WAS.

She rolled her shoulders, and whistled. A small army of Dingbots came rushing to her from the vents and ducts. "Prepare my lab, there is SCIENCE AFOOT!" They all raced off happily to do their master's bidding.

"Now!" she said, turning to trance, madness in full control of her eyes. "These nanos, where are they?"

[heartofasun]

"I don't think so."
Trance was stronger than she looked. A lot stronger. Strong enough to hold a planets in orbit. The Sun Avatar whirled around to hit Agatha. Thankfully Trance was hoping for unconsciousness rather than complete dismemberment.

This was far too much like Harper's experience with the All Systems University Database. She didn't like it. That had almost killed Harper.

I need to fix her icons, best I have for the moment....

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha went sprawling, face first, into the carpet.

All the Dingbots that were still in the room stopped dead, and turned to face the two of them. They made no noise other than the clack of their various metal carapaces, they said nothing, made no overt threat, but somehow the army of them looked just a bit menacing, just then....

Re: I need to fix her icons, best I have for the moment....

[heartofasun]

Trance spent a moment looking at the woman, before reaching down to pick her up and put her somewhere more appropriate. Like a nearby chair. Then she arched an eyebrow at the little army and smiled.

"Bring it."

[agathaheterodyne]

All the Dingbots snapped to and grimly advanced on the person who dared to hurt Agatha.

The sad thing, Agatha had no recollection of building half of them, HADN'T built all of them. She was just so used to this, it hadn't registered.

Mind, they are small, each about the size of a pocket watch with limbs to scale. They advanced - slowly.

[heartofasun]

Trance watched as the little army of what, at least compared to her, looked like toy parts, advanced on her. And she let them. For a while. In fact, Trance looked amused.

[agathaheterodyne]

So clanking along, the small army advanced on Trance. They each pulled from somewhere a small tool, most scaled to their size, a few were full sized tools though. Wrenches and screwdrivers. One of them had a full sized awl which could have been an issue for someone... except that the main issue seemed to be that the thing had trouble walking and carrying it at the same time... The others seemed more or less competent.

[heartofasun]

They might have been cute if it wasn't so pathetic. But Trance was a bit spoiled by Harper and his inventions. His inventions tended to be larger and more destructive. Like Rosanne. Rosanne was a Nova Bomb, but not just any Nova Bomb. Not the kind that could only destroy planets and stars, this one was more powerful than that. Harper got a little carried away.

Trance let out a tiny little static pulse, just enough to disrupt the little bots--and hopefully not enough to disrupt the entire ship. That had happened before. She was really trying not to fry the ship, really.

[agathaheterodyne]

The pocket clanks stopped, then fell over like dominoes, harmless, deactivated.

Agatha was slumped in the chair where she had been left, unaware of what happened to her little dingbots. If anything... she seemed to be.... was she snoring?!