Though Nick knows that any insistence of I'm fine from Rey is generally cause for doubt, especially when she has a wire shoved into the back of her skull, there's no going back now. The numbers on the screen move and change as the terminal recognizes her as its user. Looks like she and Undine really did manage to make it work for her. Strange how even technology from other worlds can connect; it's just a reminder that they're not so different, him and Rey.
With his own port at the back of his skull, just where his neck connects to his head, Nick hands Rey the wire so she can plug him in whenever she's ready. "Undine happen to tell you what you oughtta be looking for when a synth's memory starts going haywire?"
He certainly hopes it isn't as bad as he put it just then.
"She might've made a few suggestions regarding output limitations. I'd like to take a look at that just to make sure, though." She casts him a sidelong look, but continues typing. "Don't suppose that Institute of yours was able to produce anything like a quantum board."
More of a statement than a question. It took decades for the team that made her to create such a thing -- and that was with more complicated equipment than a terminal like this.
"Hell if I know," he replies quietly, his eyes back on his bare hand. "I don't even know why they built me or how I got out of there in the first place, remember?"
Though Nick tries to keep any degree of bitterness from his voice, it's hard, especially when he's having to doubt his own memories. When it comes to that brother he might have had, he can't even blame his faulty memory on the gods -- that's all him. Maybe a wire got crossed, maybe he took some damage at some point that got his processor mixed up, or maybe he's just always been like this, but whatever the reason, it's clearly been weighing on him for some time.
Though she can make a few guesses as to 'why', Rey has a pretty good idea on 'how' Nick escaped. That's assuming that what she saw in his head was real, even if there's no reason why he would imagine his own departure from this Institute like that.
After a moment, she falls quiet, focusing on both the information matching the keystrokes and Nick himself.
"It's... probably going to take me a while longer to figure some of what I'm seeing out. Don't think it'll be possible to do in one sitting."
There's an instant of relief that crosses Nick's face, something he'd rather Rey didn't see. For all the times he's told her to come talk to him if she has a problem, here is his putting off his own. He wants answers, there's no doubt about it... and yet, he's a little afraid of what they're going to find in there when they start delving into his muddled memories. He has to know, but how much does he really want to?
It's a conundrum, and one that makes Nick uncomfortable even in his own synthetic skin. That's something he hasn't felt to any strong degree in a while, but damn if he can't help but feel it now as his mind wanders, still focusing on half-faded, half-fictional memories of times and lives he never truly lived.
He nods. "Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot to go through. Just take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Frustrated as Rey is that there's still so much she to learn, she sighs. Nick is visibly relieved, though, which means he's probably about as ready for this as she is. Which is to say that they're not prepared for this at all.
"Right." She tried not to point out the futility of his statement, and just would rather that it be true. There's only so much that she can handle weighing on her mind before it gets to be too much. "Well, wouldn't want to scramble up your brain because we got too eager to dive in."
Or her own brain, for that matter. But that's a given concern, knowing how Nick thinks.
"Not sure how much worse it could get up there," Nick says, his light tone and soft smile belying the utter truth in that statement. He gets back on his feet, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading out of the room, leaving her to parse through the numbers scrolling across the screen.
As much as he wants this dealt with, he can't deny the apprehension he feels at the notion that something might be wrong up there. Maybe he's taken too many knocks helping people in the Colosseum, or maybe the gods really have managed to make a mess of it with their meddling; it could be that his processor is just getting worn out. Whatever the cause, he just hopes there's a solution for it. It didn't matter before, back in Diamond City -- he had his job, had friends, but nothing to really lose. Folks could find another detective, had other help if they needed it.
But Rey might not be able to find another synth like him -- family. And who knows how she'd take the loss. If there's one thing Nick doesn't intend to find out, it's that.
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With his own port at the back of his skull, just where his neck connects to his head, Nick hands Rey the wire so she can plug him in whenever she's ready. "Undine happen to tell you what you oughtta be looking for when a synth's memory starts going haywire?"
He certainly hopes it isn't as bad as he put it just then.
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"She might've made a few suggestions regarding output limitations. I'd like to take a look at that just to make sure, though." She casts him a sidelong look, but continues typing. "Don't suppose that Institute of yours was able to produce anything like a quantum board."
More of a statement than a question. It took decades for the team that made her to create such a thing -- and that was with more complicated equipment than a terminal like this.
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Though Nick tries to keep any degree of bitterness from his voice, it's hard, especially when he's having to doubt his own memories. When it comes to that brother he might have had, he can't even blame his faulty memory on the gods -- that's all him. Maybe a wire got crossed, maybe he took some damage at some point that got his processor mixed up, or maybe he's just always been like this, but whatever the reason, it's clearly been weighing on him for some time.
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After a moment, she falls quiet, focusing on both the information matching the keystrokes and Nick himself.
"It's... probably going to take me a while longer to figure some of what I'm seeing out. Don't think it'll be possible to do in one sitting."
Of course. That'd be too easy.
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It's a conundrum, and one that makes Nick uncomfortable even in his own synthetic skin. That's something he hasn't felt to any strong degree in a while, but damn if he can't help but feel it now as his mind wanders, still focusing on half-faded, half-fictional memories of times and lives he never truly lived.
He nods. "Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot to go through. Just take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Not if he can help it, at least.
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"Right." She tried not to point out the futility of his statement, and just would rather that it be true. There's only so much that she can handle weighing on her mind before it gets to be too much. "Well, wouldn't want to scramble up your brain because we got too eager to dive in."
Or her own brain, for that matter. But that's a given concern, knowing how Nick thinks.
It's a start, at least.
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As much as he wants this dealt with, he can't deny the apprehension he feels at the notion that something might be wrong up there. Maybe he's taken too many knocks helping people in the Colosseum, or maybe the gods really have managed to make a mess of it with their meddling; it could be that his processor is just getting worn out. Whatever the cause, he just hopes there's a solution for it. It didn't matter before, back in Diamond City -- he had his job, had friends, but nothing to really lose. Folks could find another detective, had other help if they needed it.
But Rey might not be able to find another synth like him -- family. And who knows how she'd take the loss. If there's one thing Nick doesn't intend to find out, it's that.