Posted Aug. 17, 2020, 11:19 a.m. by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) (Charles Stevens)
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Posted by Civilian Tock (Bartender) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
(snip)“I’m sure we all know what the legal books say on artificial life.” He waved a stiff hand. “Obviously I aint that.”
“Would you mind a ‘boarding physical’ down in engineering some time Mr. Tock?”
Bog
This time Tock leaned back slightly as the bartender eyed up Bog. “I ‘spose I coulda been damaged in transit. Good idea Mr. Bog!” Tock raised a hand for a high five.
-Tock-
Casela nodded turning around to look at Tock, “Not a bad idea, Tock. We need to make sure you stay healthy. And we’d need a baseline for that.” She glanced at Bog. “I’d be happy to lend a hand. We could get your boarding psych eval done too, Tock.” Because there was something creepy about his personality she’d like to examine.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
He may be many things but a bigot wasn’t one of them, Bog met the raised hand with his own. “Counselor you might not be what I would consider pretty but your a hell of woman otherwise. I will enjoy working with you this tour.” Turning to the lieutenant he extended his hand.
Casela reached out and shook his hand, “I as well Mr. Bog. You are going to do exceptionally well here. I am looking forward to you keeping the engineering crews on their toes.”
He didn’t care about the law, destroying artificial life or imprisoning genetically modified ones didn’t sit well with him. As far as he was concerned Tock was crew, so was the doctor for that mater.
Bog
Casela knew the laws about artificial life, she’d been drilled in them before using an AARM the first time. Life was life and she didn’t like the idea that the Federation thought they had the right to decide. But…so many factors. The best she could do is to make a judgement on her own each time she was faced with the decision.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Tock’s glare returned to Casela. There was no expression to read however the delay before the words came suggested some kind of puzzlement. “If it would please you counsellor. However, I should be clear, I am a memory storage unit with a veil of personhood present to make myself approachable.”
-Tock-
“Of course Tock, but it would help to know, then if something happens to your program we would know. Just like Mr. Bog here taking a look at your physical/engineering health. But it would be totally up to you, Tock.” If he was simply a memory storage unit he wouldn’t display puzzlement over the request. He would have a protocol for it and would state what it was and then continue with his program. She had a feeling there was much more to Tock than he realized. She glanced at Bog and raised a brow in Tock’s direction.
Bog just shook his head and chuckled. “Careful Tock she will make a real little boy out of you” he agreed there was much more to the clock work man than he let on.
Casela raised a brow, “Mr. Bog I am not a magic fairy, nor am I cute, kind, and caring. I can not wave a magic wand and turn Pinocchio here into a real boy.” She turned to look at Tock. “Besides, Tock, if I could you wouldn’t be yourself anymore, and I think that would be a loss.”
“So Bog, another one to celebrate your lack of escort?”
Downing the dregs of his beer, he sat it down. “ A wonderful idea, dear lady.” Eyeing Tock, another my good man!” Calling him a man was plenty of an insult in Bog’s mind.
Bog
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Tock simply looked blankly between the comic duo. “Each of you can send me a date and time for when you want to check the vigour of my cogs and the psychology of my processor units respectively.” With that he sunk behind the bar to begin fiddling with some mystic array of bottles.
-Tock-
“I say Bog that we should maybe do both at the same time. No telling how interconnected the systems are.” Casela then watched as Tock disappeared behind the bar and shook her head. He was going to CREEP the captain out. Oh boy. “Have you met the captain yet, Mr. Bog?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
“I have, he met me when I beamed aboard. I think you may have your hands full there, Counselor. All and all tho he strikes me as a good man.” Watching the bar tender work, “As to Mr. Tock, I think that is a wonderful idea, I imagine you can learn a lot from your patients buy observing them interact with others. And having some one virtually vivisection you might prove stressful enough to illicit some interesting responses.”
Bog
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