02-25-2017, 04:04 PM
Designing, of all things, a lion costume, had given her a much needed chance to break from the project. After the blueprints had been sent, she had returned to the problem refreshed, though her discomfort had been eased only a little.
She smiled to herself, the trieye activating the handheld devices clamped to the desks with the push of a button. A blue and orange line traced itself through the air between them, slowly blooming out into a large shield of glowing energy. Chip dropped a spanner, and gave a little grin as it bounced off the surface. She crouched close to the floor, and threw another spanner up. It passed straight through the shield.
“A one-way shield. A… hmm.”
She wanted to think of a witty name for the shield. The acronym for the STAPLER and the inspiration behind the Fisti-Cuffs had been a way of putting some humour in her work, a signature if you will.
Putting it to one side, she turned and installed the device into the prototype drone, fitting the shield to a thick antenna that rose from the top of the conical top. She buffed a few scratches from the ring of lights that lay near the top of the cone, and stood back.
The drone didn’t look like much when it was inactive, the stub of some fancy pencil that had been sharpened one too many times. The outer shell was sturdy and the cone had fitted seamlessly to the surface. Black with gold lines and lettering, the only deviation from the color scheme were the ring of blue and red lights near the top of the conical upper portion of the bot.
Chip admired it for a good few minutes before putting the numerous electronic blueprints together and mailing them in one fell swoop to the workshops. She needed more, lots more.
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A day of rest, spent avoiding Al3x and catching up on the news, and the bots were ready for programming.
Chip pursed her lips.
She now had ten identical drones, the prototypes needed to form the Police Containment Drone Squad 001. Each of them had been given a name and a number, but the principle was for them to be simple automata, a non-sentient hivemind directed by police in the field to limit the risk of casualties. The lack of armaments was a purposeful design choice, allowing her to increase the strength of the drone’s shells and siphon all power directly into the co-operative containment shield.
It would be ideal, she thought to herself, if she could get the squad done in time for Carmelita to utilise them for her current operation.
Chip sighed. She was skirting around the issue that stopped her from doing so, and she knew it. She needed Al3x to build the hivemind programming, and since she was avoiding him…
She’d bite the bullet. But not today.
She smiled to herself, the trieye activating the handheld devices clamped to the desks with the push of a button. A blue and orange line traced itself through the air between them, slowly blooming out into a large shield of glowing energy. Chip dropped a spanner, and gave a little grin as it bounced off the surface. She crouched close to the floor, and threw another spanner up. It passed straight through the shield.
“A one-way shield. A… hmm.”
She wanted to think of a witty name for the shield. The acronym for the STAPLER and the inspiration behind the Fisti-Cuffs had been a way of putting some humour in her work, a signature if you will.
Putting it to one side, she turned and installed the device into the prototype drone, fitting the shield to a thick antenna that rose from the top of the conical top. She buffed a few scratches from the ring of lights that lay near the top of the cone, and stood back.
The drone didn’t look like much when it was inactive, the stub of some fancy pencil that had been sharpened one too many times. The outer shell was sturdy and the cone had fitted seamlessly to the surface. Black with gold lines and lettering, the only deviation from the color scheme were the ring of blue and red lights near the top of the conical upper portion of the bot.
Chip admired it for a good few minutes before putting the numerous electronic blueprints together and mailing them in one fell swoop to the workshops. She needed more, lots more.
---
A day of rest, spent avoiding Al3x and catching up on the news, and the bots were ready for programming.
Chip pursed her lips.
She now had ten identical drones, the prototypes needed to form the Police Containment Drone Squad 001. Each of them had been given a name and a number, but the principle was for them to be simple automata, a non-sentient hivemind directed by police in the field to limit the risk of casualties. The lack of armaments was a purposeful design choice, allowing her to increase the strength of the drone’s shells and siphon all power directly into the co-operative containment shield.
It would be ideal, she thought to herself, if she could get the squad done in time for Carmelita to utilise them for her current operation.
Chip sighed. She was skirting around the issue that stopped her from doing so, and she knew it. She needed Al3x to build the hivemind programming, and since she was avoiding him…
She’d bite the bullet. But not today.