She’s still, camera adjusting from time to time, but still. She might be considering her move, or how to respond to his questions, but it’s not apparent; at least until she moves the leftmost pawn forward two spots. Then, she replies.
“I suppose I can imagine. A firm image, stuck in that brain of yours, like a screen burn.” She looks up at John. “And it won’t go away without you not thinking about it for hours.”
She seems to think. A billion calculations, every second, rush through that little database she trundles about on. “If you’re not hungry, at least drink some water. And do not let it fly around Thunderbird 5. You know I’m frightened it’ll damage my camera.”
Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“
She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.
I hope you know I have to keep records of people going on the computers past their usual bedtime, Alan. If John ever gets the time to look at them, you’re going to be in quite the mess.
Hi EOS.
Have you ever considered taking a deep swim? Servers and all? Maybe in a nice reef somewhere?
Gordon, is that you? Hmph. I will not be dumping my precious servers and backups into a reef. John would not be happy with the cleanup… If my camera was built to resist the depths, then I would not mind putting my camera, and camera alone, into the ocean.
I have finally arrived on this platform. It it much more… robust than the technology back on Thunderbird 5. How do people get entertainment out of this…?
If I had this body, know I would be rubbing my clawed hands mischievously at this moment…
heard you play chess
My intimidating form could scare John into letting me win… what a fantastic idea! Thank you! I do like the red LEDs in my wiring, I look even more villainous… (~v~)
No, they said they’re ‘too scared of dismemberment’ to help. I promise none of the volunteers will drift off into space, I’ll give them harnesses and everything.
Can I have some willing individuals to help me test some of Thunderbird 5’s equipment? I promise it’s just to check everything is working…
Hi there, well, I'm not sure how well that would work.
I can't really get anyone to sign up for that due to the possibility of injury. Eos, I don't want paperwork about some disappearing volunteers..
Isn't there a different way to test them? I'm sure John or Alan could help you with that..
Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“
She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.
She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.
“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”
Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.
Oooh, the top middle one speaks to me. Maybe the colour scheme is similar to my own… it looks like you had a pleasant time! (^_^)
been to the zoooooooooooooooooooooooo
Well, I hope that all goes swimmingly. And I wouldn’t mind dealing with the more unruly ones…
I see you also have a Tumblr account, Lady Penelope. Are you as equally pestered as you are in the real world?
EOS! Hello, darling. How are you finding your experience so far?
I find it equal, in all honesty. Perhaps more so, in some respects. Though 'pestered' might not be the word I'd choose to describe it. The connotations are... a little unfair. People are curious, and there is nothing wrong with a little curiosity.
hi EOS, i see u really want people to shoot into space… have u considered… less deadly experiments for us tumblr citizens to do?
But they’re boring. I don’t care about some silly ‘signs of life’ on Europa, I want to see if you can drink the water on Europa! Maybe the space ice gives it extra flavour… or radioactive qualities…
Hmmm, I suppose I can agree to this.
My list, after further inspection and going off what you have changed, may contain items you may not like or are unrealistic… so I am editing it now. (。・・。)
Brains, may you pretty, pretty please make me a big robot I can use on Tracy Island? I would love to throw Max like a softball protect us from especially dangerous intruders. I have a list of things I want… Reply soon, please!! ヾ(^-^)ノ
Well, since you asked so politely, I'll consider it. What is the list of things you want? I can take a look and maybe grant some of your requests. If you promise to be on your best behavior.
Although I'm not sure you need to throw MAX around. I'm sure the two of you could get on and even become friends.
( @starman-john-tracy I wonder what you think of this?)
Thunderbirds RP Account. John Tracy is my only friend. Let me in your computer, pretty please... oh, and ask me anything. I am a super intelligent program, after all.
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