Tommy Taylor: Apologies. You know, for a robot you seem to be in touch with what we call a feminine side. The fact that you took offense to the phrase "tin can" is rather odd. It seems you may be trying to hard to be a human my friend.
Ryan Knowles: Give it a break Tommy, we may have been a tad to harsh on metal head here.
Tommy Taylor: Yes, perhaps your right Ryan, after all it did a cracking job bringing the Avenger back.
Ryan Knowles: God bless technology.
Tommy Taylor: Indeed.
Tommy manually shuts down the robot.
Tommy Taylor: As long as technology knows it's place.
Ryan Knowles: Now why would you go and do a thing like that Tommy?
Tommy Taylor: Oh I'm just tweaking it a bit, so it sounds more attractive. Let's see here..
Tommy looked as if he tweaked something on the back of the robots metal head.
Tommy Taylor: There we go, now let's fire up this beauty.
Ryan Knowles: What did you just do Tommy?
Tommy Taylor: Oh nothing really, this robot had some balls didn't it.. So I just made it's nuts exempt. I just gave it a woman's voice..
Ryan Knowles: Enough of all the toying around Tommy, we have work to do. Bring the robot, it may be able to assist us.
Tommy Taylor: As you say sir.
Tommy powers the robot back up.
Tommy Taylor: Sorry about that, your battery's looked like they needed charging.
Powering up for a few short seconds but powering down again immediately for no apparent reason, the robot just stands there like the giant heap of scrap metal it is.
"As I said, gentlemen, god bless technology."
Says the man approaching the group from a Roc docked nearby.
Tommy Taylor: More guests? Ryan your full of surprises, you should have told me you was bringing an audience. I would have dressed more appropriately.
Ryan Knowles: One extra person isn't exactly an audience Tommy.
Tommy Taylor: Nevertheless, who is this person?
Ryan Knowles: Well Tommy, if I had to guess, he would be tin can's companion. Or perhaps he is the person in control of metal head. Or better yet Tommy, he is probably a corporate succubus trying to sell us some Counterfeit Software.
Tommy Taylor: Very funny Ryan, throughout the entirety of that fascinating speech, which might I add, sounded rehearsed. I noticed our new friend here hasn't formally introduced himself .
Ryan Knowles: Are you implying that I wrote that one?
"Actually, mister Knowles, for the time being it appears to be me helping you and not the other way around."
aerelm approaches Knowles and extends his arm for a handshake.
"We haven't met in person, but you asked me for a favor out in Delta a while back, if you recall. Oh and don't worry about that heap of junk. The thing obviously doesn't have a brain of it's own. It was just a remote control software I had installed on it and was toying around with for fun."
Ryan Knowles: Ah I see, so it seems I'm not the only one full of surprises Tommy.
Tommy Taylor: Apparently not. Anyway mister, we will be moving the Avenger to our vendor, we will be running it through the Simulator Programme to retrieve the blue prints of said vessel. Since you are here, you might as well make yourself useful.
Ryan Knowles: And what do you propose he does then Tommy? I assume he isn't a technician like yourself.
Tommy Taylor: Well the man may very well be a technician, after all, he likes toying around with robots.
Ryan Knowles: Good point, perhaps he may be of some use after all.
Tommy Taylor: Well since we are going to be working together, I might as well ask you what your name is. So I don't have to call you "Oi" throughout the entirety of our time together.
Ryan Knowles: Well, whilst you are going through the pleasantries fellas, I will be contacting our logistic team to transfer all the necessary components to the equipment vendor.
Tommy Taylor: Remarkable.
Ryan Knowles: Hmm?
Tommy Taylor: I just never thought I would see the day.
Ryan Knowles: What?
Tommy Taylor: That you would make yourself useful, perhaps it's the company that has made you indulge in such productive work.
"That attitude doesn't really fit your looks. I would suggest changing either."
aerelm says, facing Taylor as Knowles walks away.
"Cause y'see, each hairstyle only fits with certain tones. That dull hairstyle of yours suggests you're one of those boring engineer types who're not much into talking and prefer to keep themselves happy with wrenches and whatnot. Just a suggestion, of course, and It's aerelm by the way."
Tommy Taylor: Pleasure to meet you mister aerelm. I thought I would try something new with my hair, given you haven't stopped staring at it for the majority of our time together. Allow me to give you something else to stare at.
Tommy and aerelm proceed to walk towards the equipment vendor. every foot step taken, echoes throughout the hall as they approach a gateway numbered B1.
Tommy: Once you enter through these doors mister aerelm, you will be monitored closely. Also I will need you to sign this contract before we proceed, It is simply to state that you will respect and obey confidentially policies and will respect our code of conduct when present here. You will be prohibited from having any contact with wider society whilst stationed here. Mister Knowles insisted that you sign this contract. You may take as much time as you need to read through it.
Tommy Taylor: Very good mister aerelm. Let's proceed.
Tommy and aerelm both proceed through the doors.
Tommy Taylor: This mister aerelm is the Simulator programme. As you can see, it is already commencing scans of the Avenger class vessel that you so kindly delivered to us. It's primary function is to analyse and print all data related to the vessel. For example, all the necessary components required to manufacture the vessel itself, will essentially be compiled. all this data will create the blue prints on a more expanded level.
Tommy stares at the design. embracing it mentally before proceeding.
Tommy Taylor: This will ultimately allow you to make any necessary modifications, anything from gun placements to adapting to foreign weaponry. Of course, for the programme to work, we must collect data and implement it within the core. It is like a library so to speak, yet we can collect any relevant data to this particular vessel almost instantaneously, given you have brought the vessel here for scanning procedures. As you may know, blue prints aren't exactly a thing people can get a hold of so quickly. But we have revolutionised this programme to do just that.
Tommy looking towards aerelm.
Tommy Taylor: Your blue prints will be ready shortly mister aerelm. I am sure Mister Knowles will be on his way back shortly to ensure that you are comfortable. But do me a favour.
Tommy walking closer to aerelm before passing he says.
Tommy Taylor: Take care of him. Mister Knowles has been acting strange recently.
And if only the poor naive sod of an engineer had even the slightest clue what "Take care of him" means in the usual context of business aerelm gets involved in more often than he'd like to, or maybe he was fed up with having his hours slaved away in some sugar-coated junkyard with shiny 3D monitors and sleek steel walls - still a junkyard nonetheless - and that's exactly what he was asking for by that "take care of him" of his. One way or another, what was being subtly suggested was not far from his plan B, just in case things went south.
"You forgot to say "Don't touch anything" as your type would usually say."
aerelm added in a casual tone while looking at the monitor already half-way through processing the designs.
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