Post by Maj on Feb 8, 2007 0:21:20 GMT -5
**Hope this works. I am Dan's brother. Here's some input.*
Whilst this conversation was underway, Fighter's lab at the installation was not going undisturbed. The man at the door wore a simple gray suit and tie, and was fumbling with his card-keys.
"Come on, come on... which one- there we go." With a swipe and a click, the door's red security light flicked to green, and the man pushed it open. He groped for a light switch and flipped it, squinting his eyes against the light. He had orders to get in, record anything out of the ordinary, and get out.
The first thing he noticed was Fighter's computer terminal. It was glowing a dull blue, with a message reading "Terminal locked; please insert password." No way getting around that, he thought. But what was this? A folder was sitting atop Figher's desk. The man approached it and opened it gently and began to read the paper at the top of the stack.
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Interface
I. Title
A. Electronic Video Assistance [Eva]
B. Adv. Supplemental Aritificial Intelligence and Reflex Assembly
[ASAIRA]
II. Purpose
A. Direct interface
1. System Specs
2. Damage Reports
3. Logic reference?
B. Control
1. Enhancement of reflexes
2. Electronic lock-on system
3. Works in tandem with visor
III. Mounting and Storage Medium
A. Storage: 2 sq cm, .2 cm thick crystal diskette
B. Mounting
1. Port in visor
2. Port in wrist
3. Port at thigh
4. Enclosed in metal sheathing once inserted
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The man read this, utterly stupified. This fledgling professor hoped to develop some advanced AI to assist in the operation of his project? Rediculous. He flipped the outline back nevertheless to view the next series of papers. Most of it was comprised of schematics and equasions he could not understand, but the last paper he understood fully well.
He looked at Fighter's apparent direct interface visual- the keen and pretty face of a young woman with sharp, glowing blue eyes and an intelligent smile. Her name, the man thought, was either going to be Eva or Asaira.
If Fighter succeeded, the man's superiors would be impressed.
Whilst this conversation was underway, Fighter's lab at the installation was not going undisturbed. The man at the door wore a simple gray suit and tie, and was fumbling with his card-keys.
"Come on, come on... which one- there we go." With a swipe and a click, the door's red security light flicked to green, and the man pushed it open. He groped for a light switch and flipped it, squinting his eyes against the light. He had orders to get in, record anything out of the ordinary, and get out.
The first thing he noticed was Fighter's computer terminal. It was glowing a dull blue, with a message reading "Terminal locked; please insert password." No way getting around that, he thought. But what was this? A folder was sitting atop Figher's desk. The man approached it and opened it gently and began to read the paper at the top of the stack.
----
Interface
I. Title
A. Electronic Video Assistance [Eva]
B. Adv. Supplemental Aritificial Intelligence and Reflex Assembly
[ASAIRA]
II. Purpose
A. Direct interface
1. System Specs
2. Damage Reports
3. Logic reference?
B. Control
1. Enhancement of reflexes
2. Electronic lock-on system
3. Works in tandem with visor
III. Mounting and Storage Medium
A. Storage: 2 sq cm, .2 cm thick crystal diskette
B. Mounting
1. Port in visor
2. Port in wrist
3. Port at thigh
4. Enclosed in metal sheathing once inserted
----
The man read this, utterly stupified. This fledgling professor hoped to develop some advanced AI to assist in the operation of his project? Rediculous. He flipped the outline back nevertheless to view the next series of papers. Most of it was comprised of schematics and equasions he could not understand, but the last paper he understood fully well.
He looked at Fighter's apparent direct interface visual- the keen and pretty face of a young woman with sharp, glowing blue eyes and an intelligent smile. Her name, the man thought, was either going to be Eva or Asaira.
If Fighter succeeded, the man's superiors would be impressed.