[Maketh nods.] Information overload, or something like that?
[Probably. It can happen with certain pieces of technology, especially the ones with AIs. She sips her coffee for a moment, thinking.] The Empire had a problem with something like that when they were developing the prototypes for the TIE fighters - small air combat planes. The pilots were trained to ignore excess stimuli, of course, but it became an issue in combat. Whenever the TIEs took damage, the AI sent warnings to the pilots. It's standard protocol, of course, but many of the pilots had internal implants to help them with their flight calculations. The implants had a tendency to...well.
[Maketh grimaces. She heard stories in the Academy.]
It couldn't stand, of course. Eventually they upgraded the implants and the problem ceased, but before that point, the flight engineers developed something called a Survival Protocol. The system recognizes that an extreme situation is occurring and limits itself to releasing only relevant information. It allowed the pilots to utilize the full capabilities of their TIE up until the machinery finally gave out and ejected them manually. I wonder--could we engineer something like that with your system?
Hm. Maybe. I can't say I'm not envious of anyone who has something like that.
[Of course, he'd have to keep a close eye on his parts when in a dangerous situation, but it'd be better than his entire body shutting down when he's trying to convey important information. Humans have adrenaline to keep them going; he can only go as far as his programming will let him.]
Dr. Gottlieb was interested in taking a look at what makes me tick. He's no engineer, but he's got a lot of, er... enthusiasm for robotics. I might see what he can do. Him, or Rhys.
[And he already has other reasons he wants to speak to them about accessing his main programming.]
The technology was--blunt, in those days. [Though, to be honest, it still has a tendency to go wrong. Maketh rubs her forehead briefly.] I'd trust Doctor Gottlieb over Rhys, though we can't ignore potential information. Just...be careful, all right?
[To be fair, Nick would probably trust the eccentric Dr. Gottlieb over Rhys, too; however, the good doctor seems like he might have less know-how on what it'd take to crack into his hardware. Rhys, on the other hand, already has some of the proper equipment, and presumably enough knowledge to use it. He's definitely a character, but at least he might know what he's doing with that neural port.
Regardless of his lingering doubts, Nick offers her a wry grin.]
When am I not?
[Says the guy who had his arm ripped off by a deathclaw.]
[Maketh smiles just a little.] Perhaps it's foolish, but...I have people now. I--they could die. And that should not worry me. It shouldn't. I know better. But they cannot. You cannot.
[Though he knows what she's going through. He knows what it's like to lose people he cares about; he refuses to let that happen again. Not now, not here.]
We've just got to keep focused on what we're doing, and why we're doing it. We're making this place better, safer. For them, and for us.
For them, [Maketh echos. It's still difficult to add herself into that. So much of her still clings to old habits. A life is only important if it serves something greater. And yet--
Well.]
It's harder with an enemy you can't physically strike.
[Nick understands that sentiment. The only reason he includes himself is because he knows how much Rey depends on him from time to time... for now, at least.]
Yeah. And with people working against us every step of the way.
That's a start. [Better than nothing. Maketh has done impulsive things here. The scheme with the explosives for one. If Lilith hadn't talked her out of it...] Stars, there are too many people now that need to be watched.
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[Probably. It can happen with certain pieces of technology, especially the ones with AIs. She sips her coffee for a moment, thinking.] The Empire had a problem with something like that when they were developing the prototypes for the TIE fighters - small air combat planes. The pilots were trained to ignore excess stimuli, of course, but it became an issue in combat. Whenever the TIEs took damage, the AI sent warnings to the pilots. It's standard protocol, of course, but many of the pilots had internal implants to help them with their flight calculations. The implants had a tendency to...well.
[Maketh grimaces. She heard stories in the Academy.]
It couldn't stand, of course. Eventually they upgraded the implants and the problem ceased, but before that point, the flight engineers developed something called a Survival Protocol. The system recognizes that an extreme situation is occurring and limits itself to releasing only relevant information. It allowed the pilots to utilize the full capabilities of their TIE up until the machinery finally gave out and ejected them manually. I wonder--could we engineer something like that with your system?
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[Of course, he'd have to keep a close eye on his parts when in a dangerous situation, but it'd be better than his entire body shutting down when he's trying to convey important information. Humans have adrenaline to keep them going; he can only go as far as his programming will let him.]
Dr. Gottlieb was interested in taking a look at what makes me tick. He's no engineer, but he's got a lot of, er... enthusiasm for robotics. I might see what he can do. Him, or Rhys.
[And he already has other reasons he wants to speak to them about accessing his main programming.]
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Regardless of his lingering doubts, Nick offers her a wry grin.]
When am I not?
[Says the guy who had his arm ripped off by a deathclaw.]
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Though, to be fair, that's not exactly hard.] I worry. It's become a habit.
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I know you do. Someone has to, given this place could go to pieces at any minute.
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[Truer words never spoken.]
Anything in particular keeping you up these days?
[He's a worrier, too.]
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[She laughs unhappily.] I am losing my edge.
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[Though he knows what she's going through. He knows what it's like to lose people he cares about; he refuses to let that happen again. Not now, not here.]
We've just got to keep focused on what we're doing, and why we're doing it. We're making this place better, safer. For them, and for us.
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Well.]
It's harder with an enemy you can't physically strike.
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Yeah. And with people working against us every step of the way.
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[She doesn't pretend to understand how Bianca works.]
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[He rotates the mug in his hand, lightly whirling the liquid inside.]
Aside from all that worrying, you holding up okay? Not working yourself to death, are you?
[Says the guy who is the textbook definition of a workaholic.]
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You've got to take care of yourself, Maketh. You're not a machine, and we can't afford to lose you.
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[And even if they did, Hope would just bring her back again.]
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I'm gonna hold you to that next time I regroup with everyone and find out I'm suddenly in charge.
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