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Edited by TooFastForPat:
8/2/2015 11:53:16 AM
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Revy typed rigorously at her keyboard as she wrote a script for the medical droid as [u]Freak Machine [/u]by [u]Fit For Rivals[/u] played on a speaker. She was well over a few thousand lines of code but she knew she wasn't even halfway, this droid would still need a script like this for just about every tool she'd 'collected' from a local hospital. While she was there she managed to leak and retrieve a copy of a medical diagnosis protocol along with a few other useful programs, that alone knocked alot of the work out of the way. Even after that she and her partner still needed to make am artificial personality, but at least that would be the fun part. [i]Damn[/i] she thought, she'd programmed simple house robots before, but this droid with the task of healing was a completely different ball field.
Exhausted, she removed her ski goggles from her eyes and got up from the chair to stretch. She reached over to the speaker and turned down the music a bit before walking over to the droid, it still needed to be wiped of it's combat interfaces and stripped a bit to make room for the tools and equipment. [i]After that a paint job of white and red would add a nice aesthetic touch[/i] she thought. She took s step and heard something metallic get knocked on the floor. She looked and only then did she notice all the empty cans of sweet tea scattered across the floor. [i]How much have I drunk?[/i]Her client would probably disapprove of the mess she's beginning to make in the apartment. "I'll pick them up later" she told herself. In the mean time she got her coat and headed out a bit, a box of pizza sounded really good top her right about now.
((Waiting for Evo or robot))
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[spoiler]Wait how am I involved in this?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I put the wrong name, sorry[/spoiler]
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As soon as she returned to the apartment Revy put down the food in the table and sent a text message to her fellow hacker(Evo) also working on the droid: [b]Fućkin' nerd, where are you? I got pizza[/b]
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[b]Etana walks through the door[/b]
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You see Revy conversing with another girl. Revy turns to you and points at the other girl. "You know her?"
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"I know him"
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"Yeah that's Sam I don't know why she's here though." [b]He takes his hood off.[/b]
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"She just kinda followed me like a puppy. A food levitating puppy. At least you know her"
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"Yeah she's a psion"
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"Hey Etana"
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"Hey Sam"
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Revy points at two boxes of pizza and one box of wings on the table. "I brought food, and soda's in the fridge" She says as she walks over to the droid.
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"Mind if I stay?"
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She smiles. "Not at all" she says as she takes another bite of her pizza. "Just remember tho, it's not my place"
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"I won't break anything"
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"Alright cool." [b]He takes a slice of pizza then walks to the droid.[/b]
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"I stol- umm, took a good amount of data from a hospitals database, implement those into the droid and that'll knock diagnosis and treatment protocols out of the way" She says as she takes a slice of Pizza. " Got through most of the writing for the tools I also took, this droid needs to know when and how to use them" She takes a bite of her slice. "We still need to clear it of it's combat interfaces and other junk script, tell Allen he should sell that Krisboc" she says noding at the droids rifle.
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"Where did you get the Droid?"
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"Allen bought it, he hired us to re-program it into a medical droid"
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"I see well you guy do your thing I'm going to take a nap" [b]sits on the couch lays back and closes her eyes[/b]
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[b]He pulls out his power glove and tac pad[/b] "To clear its fighting database we need to find the encrypted code under the layers fighting steelers it has. Once we get to the base of it will erase all of its fighting functions. Leaving all the room for the doc."
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"He also said he wanted it to have a sarcastic personality, I can do that shit in my sleep, programming droid personalities is a hobby, hell it was my first part time job actually" She says with a hint of pride.
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[b]He begins looking through the droids script[/b] "Alright then you can do that and I'll do the rest of the encryptions"
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"Equipment is over there" she says pointing at a duffle bag full of hospital equipment. "The code I took from the hospital are in here, diagnosis and treatment protocols are obviously a must along with monitering" she says as she places and external hard drive on the work table. "I also took a bunch of other stuff, look through it, bunch of nifty things" With that she walks over to her own labtop and begins writing a personality interface.
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"I see that your a thief as well." [b]He erases the droids fighting interference.[/b]
