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goneawayworld2020-04-30 08:08 pm
cachedout) wrote in goneawayworld2020-04-30 08:08 pm
Can You See Me Now?
Who: Cayde-6 and, quite possibly, you
What: Scouting the rig's security systems
Where: Anywhere your heart feels
When: The pre-mission days after the first sheetcake party
Warnings/Notes: If you do brackets with me that is 100% fine I'll come do brackets too
One of the local robot people is out and about. Cayde is pushing boundaries, which is to say that Cayde is having a pretty typical day since he found himself in Jorgmund's loving corporate chokehold. If he has to be stuck in a frosty tincan with a bunch of strangers, he's going to make the best of it and figure out what that "best" just might look like. A key part of that is getting a grip on where he can and can't go, and how much security is going to limit his movements and activities.
Right now, he's playing with security cameras.
"Alexa," Cayde asks the ceiling, pleasant and casual, orange throat lamp lighting up as he speaks, "Can you see me on the cameras right now?" He's making eye contact (well, glowing blue optic contact) with a shiny black security camera lens as he says it. He gives it a little wave.
She processes for several silent seconds, then a sweet and chirpy reply rings out:
"No, Cayde-6, you are currently outside of visual monitoring!"
"You'd recognize me if you could?"
"Yes!"
"Is there anybody under...." he takes a few steps closer to the camera and squints up at it to check it for identifying marks, then gives her the camera number.
"Not currently!" Alexa reports brightly.
"That's very interesting. Thank you, Alexa."
"You are welcome, Cayde-6!"
He repeats this test throughout the rig. While he's careful to avoid actual world-resident Jorgmund staffers, he's less careful about other new hires. Each time, he feels like his heart (or whatever Clovis Bray gave him instead of one) grows another size. It's hard for a robot with no lips to grin from ear to ear, but the subtle shift in the plates around his eyes conveys some of the expression as Cayde figures out just how many great and nasty ideas he is probably going to be able to get away with here. The company can't visually track him. That doesn't mean they haven't planted a tracker of some kind on him, he'll have to find a way to test that later, but as long as he's within acceptable crew areas? This is an absolute game changer.
PROMPT A:
Cayde finishes another round of camera checking, asking Alexa if she can see him, and confirming that she can't. Someone else nearby might have some opinions on seeing this situation develop, no?
PROMPT B:
Cayde notices another new hire is conveniently nearby the latest camera. Wherever they are on the rig, someone finds a robot man asking them: "Hey, wanna help with an experiment I'm doing?"
What: Scouting the rig's security systems
Where: Anywhere your heart feels
When: The pre-mission days after the first sheetcake party
Warnings/Notes: If you do brackets with me that is 100% fine I'll come do brackets too
One of the local robot people is out and about. Cayde is pushing boundaries, which is to say that Cayde is having a pretty typical day since he found himself in Jorgmund's loving corporate chokehold. If he has to be stuck in a frosty tincan with a bunch of strangers, he's going to make the best of it and figure out what that "best" just might look like. A key part of that is getting a grip on where he can and can't go, and how much security is going to limit his movements and activities.
Right now, he's playing with security cameras.
"Alexa," Cayde asks the ceiling, pleasant and casual, orange throat lamp lighting up as he speaks, "Can you see me on the cameras right now?" He's making eye contact (well, glowing blue optic contact) with a shiny black security camera lens as he says it. He gives it a little wave.
She processes for several silent seconds, then a sweet and chirpy reply rings out:
"No, Cayde-6, you are currently outside of visual monitoring!"
"You'd recognize me if you could?"
"Yes!"
"Is there anybody under...." he takes a few steps closer to the camera and squints up at it to check it for identifying marks, then gives her the camera number.
"Not currently!" Alexa reports brightly.
"That's very interesting. Thank you, Alexa."
"You are welcome, Cayde-6!"
He repeats this test throughout the rig. While he's careful to avoid actual world-resident Jorgmund staffers, he's less careful about other new hires. Each time, he feels like his heart (or whatever Clovis Bray gave him instead of one) grows another size. It's hard for a robot with no lips to grin from ear to ear, but the subtle shift in the plates around his eyes conveys some of the expression as Cayde figures out just how many great and nasty ideas he is probably going to be able to get away with here. The company can't visually track him. That doesn't mean they haven't planted a tracker of some kind on him, he'll have to find a way to test that later, but as long as he's within acceptable crew areas? This is an absolute game changer.
PROMPT A:
Cayde finishes another round of camera checking, asking Alexa if she can see him, and confirming that she can't. Someone else nearby might have some opinions on seeing this situation develop, no?
PROMPT B:
Cayde notices another new hire is conveniently nearby the latest camera. Wherever they are on the rig, someone finds a robot man asking them: "Hey, wanna help with an experiment I'm doing?"
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"My list of people I trust so far? Pretty short. I can guarantee Saint-14 won't sell me out, but he's not exactly a stealthy fellow. Sticky Ben I got a good feeling about, but haven't said anything to him yet. You?"
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Saturday ticks off her fingers as she goes.
"That guy Loken is some kind of military, and seems to have some experience with guerilla rebellions; he looks likely and has expressed an interest. The problem with Bunny is gonna holding him back, not getting him going. And there's Cain, who - well, he's got problems with anything that doesn't look like vanilla homo sapiens, but it seems like where he's from, literally everything humans have ever met that wasn't them has immediately tried to kill them. And he's a good face, better than me, maybe. Definitely better than me right now. So far he's kept his shit together, and he's a 'phobe more than a supremacist. Not gonna side with Jorg because fuck the muties, dig?"
She shrugs.
"Anyway, that's who I like of who I've met so far."
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He can do paranoid for a good while, it's a survival trait like any other, but Cayde's also... Cayde. He can only stand lining up a shot for so long before he takes it and lets the consequences come.
"Plenty of friends who might be up for a little grab and run," he says. "Not exactly a high profile target you're after here, good test case."
"I haven't been graced with the opportunity to hobnob any, they seem to agree some with that Cain fella about guys like me."
Robots aren't popular with Jorgmund. He's not sure how much of it's genuine and how much of it's just being petty because they know they have the leeway.
"That said, I'd relish the opportunity for a little visit. See what nice stuff they've got that could be our nice stuff."
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"Can't be too tight up there. There's going to be maintenance access, and if they think we haven't noticed the cameras are blind they're going to lean too far on those as a deterrent. That or we all get busted, but we knew that."
He looks off along the dark space into the unknown for a moment, then shakes his head.
"But what am I doing running my mouth? Absolutely."
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