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| Exodus; [[Tag: Taylor, Travis Kable]] | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 3 2008, 07:33 PM (648 Views) | |
| Koen Taylor | Jul 3 2008, 07:33 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Afternoon Place in Time-Line: June 12, Immediately after Facing The Music For the first time in his rather short life, Koen felt what he believed was hatred for Taylor. He wasn't really one for emotions and the like, but really. Taylor wouldn't let them leave the computer behind? Are you serious?? If that meeting with Cyclops hadn't left him upset, he certainly was now! It was just like at the Eldraiti's mansion. he wanted to leave the danger behind, and for some stupid, childish reason, Taylor had to interfere! For a F**king computer!! In another part of his mind, Koen also grumbled about ruining a perfectly good exit. As he stomped towards his dorm, Koen thought some very colorful terms that Taylor wouldn't be able to hear, then flopped back on the bed and allowed Taylor to resume control. _______ Taylor sat up in his bed, feeling as though he might as well have done something productive, besides sleep. He was just as tired as when he laid down. He stood and glanced around the room. It was good that it was empty. Not that he knew his roommates particularly well, but he didn't want to have to explain his leaving to anyone. He was leaving now. It was as though the generalized bad feelings he'd been feeling had forced upon him the obvious conclusion. It was time to leave the school. He glanced about the room for a second time. There were only a few objects lying about that he would take with him. He wouldn't take the clothes that the school had provided. He reached under his matress and pulled out a rucksack, flattened from months of disuse and being pressed by Taylor's body weight. With a shake it resumed some of it's original shape and Taylor knelt in front of his computer, disconnecting cords so that he may take his most prized posession with him. |
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| Engineer | Jul 3 2008, 11:01 PM Post #2 |
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Koen Taylor was a young man that intrigued Travis to no end. Considering all the grand schemes and schematics that ran through his mind on a constant basis, that was quite an accomplishment. He had focused on watching the boy at any given opportunity, and had learned everything he could about him. Travis remembered his file… remembered it clearly, because this boy was someone, if he was ever going to be able to stand up his own agenda, was going to play a key role. But that first required his cooperation, and considering what he had happened to overhear walking by the room, he was leaving. So now his hand was forced, he had to approach the boy, figure him out a little more, confront a serious theory of his, and hopefully lure him into staying. It wasn’t going to be easy… one of the two boys swimming in that head was rather stern about their opinion. Travis had noted the difference in personality between certain things, as well as his lack of knowledge of what he had done during the time that Travis had plainly seen was walking around and interacting with people. Standing in the doorway, which he had left open, he made himself known, leaning against the frame. “You are preparing to run off again, aren’t you?” he asked simply, his gaze locked on the boy. He was wearing a peculiar black baseball style cap, a slightly form fitting black shirt and blue jeans, pretty standard stuff. His hiking boots, the most comfortable he could find, seated properly in the doorway, barring the path. He would try, if nothing else, to be honest with the boy. “I heard a little of what you said back there to Scott… but that wasn’t you, was it?” he said with a smile. He quickly dismissed this, knowing full well that the boy likely had no clue. “I won’t lie to you… I can’t say that you are completely safe here, and I can’t say that I am not going to try to stop you from leaving… but I want you to think about a couple of things… Will you hear me out?” he asked politely, and now waited for a reply. |
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| Koen Taylor | Jul 9 2008, 12:57 AM Post #3 |
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Taylor had managed to wiggle himself halfway under his desk before Travis arrived. He hadn’t noticed when Travis had arrived, but he visibly stiffened at the man’s first comment, twisting around in the cramped area to look at the man. He didn’t bother hiding his irritation. This man assumed he understood. He he suffered under the delusion, like so many other adults, that just because they were once teenagers with vaguely similar experiences, that they could instantly understand and relate completely. “I’m not running away. I’m leaving. There’s a difference," He replied, annoyance very clear in his tone. "And there is no ‘again’." Without breaking eye contact, Taylor resumed the disassembly of his system, wrapped the cords and cables into neat twists and knots, then pushed them into his bag. “I heard a little of what you said back there to Scott… but that wasn’t you, was it?” Wait, what? Back where? A mildly confused look crossed his face. Taylor had been very careful to avoid both Jean and Scott ever since they’d released his mind. He felt uncomfortable, knowing that they knew everything about him. More than he wanted anyone to know. They knew more than just his powers and his abilities. They now had a road map to his personality, his fears and desires… Such things were not public information for a reason! There was a reason he did not post his powers and weaknesses on MySpace! There was a reason he didn't put up banners with neon letters spelling out "I'M A MUTANT!!". There were very good reasons he didn't run around wearing rainbow colored braclets and tshirts with pink triangles on them. There were things about him that he didn't want people to just peek into his mind whenever they had the fancy to and see. The thought that not only did people here have that power, but obviously had few objections to using that power, gave him an uncomfortable itch. Finally, he picked up his LAN router and shoved it into a side pocket. He had no idea what Travis thought he was talking about when he said Taylor was "running away", but it had annoyed the cyberpath. He'd have to come up with some damn good arguments. "You have until I finish packing." |
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| Engineer | Jul 9 2008, 04:59 PM Post #4 |
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Travis listened to everything that was said, analyzing every word, every motion, any slight amount of body language that the young man before him gave off. It was obvious of one thing, he was determined to leave. The whole ordeal with Shadow X, which he had to admit, was mostly exaggerated information he had acquired from the students, had obviously impacted him in different ways than most. Still, that didn’t explain his actions, and he still wasn’t talking to the one that he needed to. Taylor wasn’t the one that was so affirmed on this… it was the other one… the one he didn’t have an affirmed name of yet… The confused look on his face at mentioning his conversation with Scott was proof enough that Taylor had no idea the existence of his ‘other half’. Travis, being the analyst he was, knew that when the change did occur, it would be something he could certainly tell… but it might have to be provoked. “Let me ask you something, Mr. Taylor,” he started, taking a step inside, shutting the door, and putting on an odd looking plain black baseball cap, “… have you ever woken up someplace that you didn’t fall asleep? Perhaps woke up from a nap, and realized that a lot more time had passed than you realized? Or perhaps had scrapes that you couldn’t explain, felt overly tired, like you had never slept at all?” That would likely be enough. “You aren’t alone in your body, Mr. Taylor. And the person I need to speak to is the one who spoke with Scott a few minutes ago and informed him that you were leaving the school… for your own safety.” His voice didn’t waver, and it seemed like he knew exactly what he was talking about. Travis Kable had taken introductory lessons on human psychology, and done quite a bit of research on his own about the human mind, particularly after learning of one Shina Schwarz’s mental disorder. It was a small subject on his list of studies to better himself, as the smarter he was, the faster his mind worked. The faster his mind worked, the quicker he could complete certain objectives and plans. But those would have to wait. It was then that it probably hit Taylor… that baseball cap he was wearing… it was almost purely technological… the only thing about it was the outside lining being fabric to conceal it’s true purpose. It was a Psi-Shield, something that worked in two ways. Firstly, it prevented his thoughts from leaking from his mind, as something like that would likely make a low level telepath pass out, considering the amount of information his mind processed on a near constant basis. Secondly, it warned him of a telepathic or empathic intrusion by identifying the energy and giving him an alert, a small vibration that lasted only a quarter of a second… but long enough for him to hide his more… discrete thoughts. After learning what Shadow X had done to the students, it was something he had spent some time creating for the protection of both himself and the other lower class telepaths. “So… Mr. Taylor… I know that you are running because you feel that this place is not safe… but I would like to ask… where is?” His question was simple, blunt, and to the point. |
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| Koen Taylor | Jul 10 2008, 12:24 AM Post #5 |
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Taylor put down the keyboard and wriggled the rest of his body from under his desk, moving to sit on it instead as Travis spoke. Psychology was one of very few subjects that truly interested him. Coupled with his extraordinary memory, it only took a moment to remember the incidents Travis listed as the symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder. Sure, he recalled a few times he'd experienced some of those symptoms. Like when he managed to get shot several times at the Eldraiti Mansion, and three minutes ago when he laid down to sleep. When he most certainly was not talking to anyone. He couldn't remember waking up in strange places, but the odd time thing. That was something that had started happening recently. If he'd had MPD, somebody would have noticed by now, wouldn't they? It wasn't realistic to believe that he could act two different ways half the time, and nobody say anything. Apparently, though, Travis wanted to talk to this 'other'. However was he to deal with this? He couldn't just pretend to be somebody else to make Travis go away... There was one thing that irritated him, though. It appeared as though Travis hadn't paid attention earlier. So he restated. "I. Am. Not. Running away. There is no 'again'. I've said that already." While Travis had been speaking, Taylor could feel an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Travis's words rang a few bells, but that was like accusing anybody who owned a whip of having S&M habits. One or two signs does not a problem make. Still, though. He felt wierd now, like a kid with too much sugar. He felt like he needed to move, to say something. What it was that he was so anxious to say, though, was beyond him. He knew he was even more tired now, than he was a few minutes ago. He would like this conversation to end. He raised his hands and placed them on his eyes, trying to rub away the fatigue. It didn't work, and the feelings of exaustion only grew. __________________________________ Oh snap. Did that work? As he moved his hands from his face, Koen felt a strange mix of nuisance, since Travis had a big mouth, and pride, since he'd just made up a new way to get control without ripping their brains apart (although Taylor had been tired, so that may have played a part, but still). When his hands came down, he sighed and looked at Travis. "I'm leaving because in here, I have to worry about everyone around me. I have to wonder if some kid will lose control and blow me up while I sleep, or set fire to the place, or teleport me into some alternate dimension." He stated, clearly and slowly, "Outside, I only have to worry about controlling my own powers and living my own life. It doesn't matter where I go, as long as I'm not surrounded by teenaged mutants with only a faint grasp on their abilities." |
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| Engineer | Jul 12 2008, 07:24 PM Post #6 |
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Travis had easily noticed that something certainly was clicking as he spoke of Taylor’s ‘other half’. He could tell that he not only understood what he was saying, but he could agree to some extent with almost everything that he was saying. Still, he was hoping for something else to click… someone else to kick in and take charge. It was obvious that Taylor didn’t fully believe him… but the question was simply why? Dozens of possibilities were brought to mind… everything from the alternate personality being the one truly calling the shots and altering his memories or something to that effect, perhaps he just whispered in his ear, so to speak. It didn’t matter. If the alternate personality didn’t want him to reveal the secret, it would only be a matter of time. It made him smirk slightly when he restated the topic he had blatantly ignored earlier. “Oh? What exactly compelled you to leave the mansion and join Xavier’s institute? Mr. Taylor, I am not one who is going to go into it too much… but honestly, you aren’t safe here… but you aren’t safe out there either…” he said, putting a thumb up and pointing out the window. Now Architech was going to speak from experience. “You could do a lot of good… and a lot of harm. The same goes for me. SHIELD snatched me up, by force, because they knew I could make technology. They have a file on you… that is how I came to know about you… they will try to grab you up too.” He stated the sentence like a fact… and likely, it would be. Travis shifted his weight, his eyes now locked with the young man in front of him, scrutinizing everything as he rubbed his eyes. For most, the change was unnoticeable… but for someone able to see the gentle change in posture, stuttered breath… and the different look on his face, it was easy to see that now the other person was indeed in control. The sigh was something that came as no surprise… and the newer person began to explain the reasons why he was leaving. Travis smirked ever so gently. “Oh really? New mutants gain their powers every day. At least here they are learning to control them. True, that does come with a good amount of danger… but you are more likely to get stabbed for your wallet walking around in New York City than getting blown up here. Sure, a lot of weird stuff happens… the track record here isn’t exactly… spotless. They are trying though.” He paused for a moment, knowing his next statement was going to finish his part of the conversation… but first. “What is your name? Obviously you are not Mr. Taylor.” After a few moments, he made his closing argument. “There is only one way in this world to be safe… and that is to make it that way. With your own two hands, you have to forge safety out of the fires of chaos and oppression. No one else can make somewhere safe but you. True, you will never be truly safe anywhere you go, but you can certainly make it safer with your own power. This place is not the safest place on the planet, but if you put your mind to it, you can make it so.” Travis stood up and took a couple of steps forward, his eyes still locked to the young man in front of him. “Aside that… I think your potential hasn’t been reach yet. This is the best place I know of to do that.” |
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| Koen Taylor | Jul 14 2008, 12:15 AM Post #7 |
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((I'm gonna do a wierd mini-recton thing, and have Taylor respond [again] before switching))
SHIELD had a file on him? Koen grew confused. The only way they could have any amount of information was when he attempted to fend off their sentenels at the Mansion. Even then, they couldn't have any amount of concrete information, or detail. Certainly they chouldn't have enough information on him to know about his and Taylor's unique split. Even of those at Xaviers only a few knew specifics about his powers, and only Scott and Jean knew about their mental division. Where did they get such information? "I will do exactly as I please, and nothing else. I couldn't care less if God himself thought my actions were good or bad. Nobody is going to control me against my will. Ever." Koen gave an unamused smirk and ignored Travis's question. "I don't care about every mutant or human in the world. I care about the ones who come into contact with my life. It's one thing to live in a world with a population of 3 billion humans, and only a couple millions of mutants, and live in a school with 300 students, and all 300 of them are mutants! Basic probability says I'm safer from other mutants oustide of this school. "I can reach my potential perfectly well. Nobody can tell me more about my powers, my limits, my strengths and weaknesses than I already know. I don't need some guy who can shoot lazers from his eyes, or a man with claws to tell me about my connection with computers. What could they know about the specific details and applications of my powers when theirs are so completely different?" As he spoke, Koen swept the remaining ambient wires and cables into the various side pockets of his bag, and hefted his system onto his bed. The monitor would be left behind. He struggled for a few moments to get the system into the bag, but couldn't force it to zip shut the way his cyberpathic counterpart could. When his little monologue was finished, he gave up, turning back to Travis. He obviously knew about their split, and he couldn't have him exposing Taylor prematurely to such information. "If our safety is your concern, you won't mention multiple personalities again. Not everything people think is a disorder is detrimental." |
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| Engineer | Jul 15 2008, 12:27 AM Post #8 |
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Travis watched… he had hit some particularly interesting buttons in the young man in front of him… the first of which, and slightly curious to Travis, was the fact that SHIELD had information on him. Was it so hard to believe that one of the most powerful government agencies in the world would be able to locate the information? Of course there was nothing on there about his multiple personality disorder… that was something Travis had found out on his own. Slightly concerning to Tech though was the young mutants complete lack of standards. Although his neutral exterior would never show it, it was odd to him that the young man was willing to do whatever he felt like without worrying about how it affected others. The sheer lack of conscience was stunning… but it was interesting… he simply didn’t want to be controlled. “Funny you say that… because Jean never intended to infiltrate your mind. There are a lot of mutants out there that will do that, and for no other reason than to simply toy with you… and possibly make you their slave.” Travis considered his words. “True… the chances of you running into fellow mutants out in the world is far less… but so is your safety. How are you going to ensure that you are safe from those who would wan to do you harm out in the real world?” The question was not one that was trying to convince the boy to stay, but more or less concerned that he wouldn’t be able to fend for himself in a real life situation in which his life was on the line. Granted, cyberpathy was a powerful tool with all the gadgets of this world… but it didn’t mean a thing against someone like Juggernaut. He then considered what he said about reaching his potential. “That is true as well… it seems you have a pretty good head on your shoulders. Granted, others can show you how to apply those powers in certain situations, but only you can truly improve based on what you know about yourself. No one else can help you with that.” Travis had just given a compliment to the young man, something he didn’t give out very often. "If our safety is your concern, you won't mention multiple personalities again. Not everything people think is a disorder is detrimental." Interesting… very interesting. He was right in thinking that somehow, this new person was keeping Taylor from realizing the truth. While he couldn’t exactly hold that against him as blackmail, nor would he, it was still important to know in his own mind… for future reference. “I won’t bring it up to Taylor again, but you might want to consider telling him yourself. Shina and Jane have quite a bit of combined experience, different expertise, and so on… think about it. As far as the other thing, I won’t lie to you… I have my own reasons for wanting you to stick around…” he hinted, taking a moment to pause as a couple of talkative kids walked by. Travis’ tone was low now, almost hushed. “I am planning on making lives easier for us mutants… so we don’t have to worry about things so much, and humanity can benefit from the contribution mutants could make towards accelerating into the future at an unprecedented pace. I am working towards equality… but I can’t do it alone. I am in need of someone of your… talents. I can invent all kinds of wondrous technology, but I don’t have the skill to program it… you do.” It was relatively obvious that what Travis was walking about was not in line with ‘The Dream’ that Scott envisioned, nor Magneto’s philosophy of mutant supremacy. This was something else… something… more in depth. Now it was just a matter of whether or not Taylor would be willing to cooperate. “By the way… I noticed you managed to dodge my question of asking your name.” |
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| Koen Taylor | Jul 21 2008, 03:57 PM Post #9 |
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Travis's statement sounded strikingly similar to those Alix had just placed into his mind, not more than fifteen minutes ago. Well, if people were repeating each other, without actually being able to hear each other speak, they must be saying something worth listening to. Koen would keep their words in mind. While he was leaving, of course. "I don't care whether or not she meant to mess with my head or not. I understand the fact that she'd been drugged, but that does not change the fact that she did! And the fact that she and Scott are sorry afterwards can't change that! If somebody rapes you while intoxicated, you can't simply forgive them and become friends just because they were drunk and said sorry afterwards and promise they'll try not to do it again." He was trying very hard to make this man see where he was coming from... But it didn't matter, becuase whether he (or anyone, for that matter) understood or not, would change nothing. Koen paused, allowing Travis proper verbal space before continuing, "I will make sure that I am safe. I will make sure that I have the means to live, and I will make sure that I stay alive. I will not allow others to do that for me because when I put my safety in somebody else's hands, I end up with my mind twisted and find myself attacking people who try to help me. I end up using my powers for somebody else's gain without the ability to decide for myself. I... We will use our powers to do what we want, not what others think we should or want us to." Only when he finished speaking did he breathe again, sitting on his bed. This was one of several things he liked about the mansion. The bed was more comfortable than any he'd previously owned... So comfortable as to momentarily distract him from the task and conversation at hand. For a moment, Koen scoffed at Travis. Taylor was more than capable of making life 'easy' for the two of them. He routinely hacked banks and credit card companies. That was how they managed to pay for their apartment and still buy all the techno-crap Taylor wanted (one could hardly sleep for the countless LED lights of various colors blinking all night. It was like the room was besieged by thousands of miniscule aliens!). Anyways, this particular decision was not for him to make. While he, like Taylor, posessed considerable programming expertise, Taylor was simply better at it, and several times faster. Koen raised an eyebrow. "I didn't dodge your question. I ignored it. There's a difference." He stood, (lamenting the seperation between him and his bed) walked back to his desk, and leaned against it. "You'll need to speak to Taylor for that request. Don't worry about repeating yourself." For a moment, he simply stood there. How was he going to manage this again? He wasn't sure how (or if) he could transfer memories, so he simply focused on Travis's words (as perfectly recorded in his memory) as he released control somewhat slower than he'd taken it. ___________________________________________ When I get home, I'm taking eight sleeping pills. For I am in need of temporary death. Taylor considered Travis' invitation as he moved to his bag and zipped it shut (in his subconscious, Koen was amazed). He opened his mouth to answer, but something in the back of his mind clicked. This guy can make anything??? That was all he needed to know. They must become the best of friends. "How 'bout we make a deal. I'll program your mutant-saving stuff, and you make me cool stuff, so I don't have to rip my brain to shreds trying to build it myself." He gestured to the pile of books on the floor near the foot of his bed. Books that, regrettably, would have to be left behind (they didn't belong to him, after all, he'd retrieved them from the school library). "This way, neither of us have to work too hard learning stuff to get what we want." |
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| Engineer | Aug 2 2008, 07:57 PM Post #10 |
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The young man before him was making an interesting point… but it was flawed in example. He would bring that up, but only after the young man had made his complete point, and given his entire point of view. As he listened, he noted the differences in his tone, the subtle harshness that tainted his voice when he spoke. It intrigued Travis… and he made a mental note to ask Ms. Schwarz if she had to go through a similar phase. “I don’t think that was a proper example. While their judgement might have been impaired, someone intoxicated made the choice to drink. This was an attack. Nothing less… this was someone’s scheme to try to hurt you and everyone else here… Ms. Grey-Summers was the manipulator, but she was the one who had been manipulated the most. In the case of your example, it would be more accurate to say that someone had been tricked into drinking a date-rape drug, and attacked you. There is a difference. She didn‘t have a choice.” he finished. Yes, he had used his own small phrase, but Travis had postponed trying to learn the name of the second person. Giving a pause, he asked another question. “How are you going to do that? How do you plan to keep yourself safe? It is commendable that you plan to… but you will wind up being under someone else’s wing… whether by choice or by force. It is excruciatingly rare to find someone who hadn’t had some guidance of some sort… or forced to work for someone with a ‘If You Don’t…’ contract. This world is too big to try to take it all on by yourself… believe me… I know.” Travis sighed as the images of that situation flashed in his mind from his SHIELD experience. Then the young man said his farewell, assured him he didn’t need to worry about repeating himself, and transferred control to Mr. Taylor. Interesting… able to transfer information from one personality to the other. It wouldn’t take much of anything to merge the two consciousnesses… at least to the point that they knew of each other and could interact with one another. They could gain a lot by being able to do that… that much was obvious… but that kind of thing took time, as well as willingness to do so. Travis noted the visible transition… the way his body made the subtle change of control, his posture, body language, and very quickly, his tone of voice. He proposed a bargain… a deal. Programming for ‘cool stuff’ seemed like an even enough trade. But he was hoping, once he got started in their exchange, that he could actually make a much more meaningful connection between the two. Travis wanted to enlist the young man in his quest to save the planet… not just have him as a small part of it. But that would have to wait… “Sounds as though we have a plan, although, time permitting, I would like to take a few programming lessons, to at least get started in the right direction. I doubt I will ever be able to do anything compared to you, but I don’t want to be helpless either.” A slight thoughtful pause. “Is there anything specific you would like as a ‘going away’ present?” Taylor acted much more his physical age than the Alternate Taylor, and as such, the idea of a present was likely an appealing idea to him. Travis had his reasons for making that offer too, but that could wait. There was almost always a hidden meaning to everything he did, and already his mind worked on something in his own mind that could work for the pair of them. Communication, was key. |
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| Koen Taylor | Aug 6 2008, 12:06 AM Post #11 |
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"Programming is just like any other language. The only thing different from me and other people is I can do it way faster." When you program with your mind, indeed, things go much faster than normal. A present? Now?? Taylor's expresstion turned thoughtful. He wasn't sure what Travis could give him as a present at the moment. It wasn't like he could wait around until Travis was done (the moment the thought crossed his mind, he got the ominous feeling, like a mother standing over him with a look that said "ABSOLUTELY NOT"). He'd been planning on making a list of wonderful later on, from which he would pull his periodic requests for mechanical awesome. One thing, however, crossed his mind. Actually, he'd noticed since Travis had first shown up. His hat was lined with techy stuff. He wasn't sure what it did, but he was quite sure he wanted it. If for no other reason than to know what it did. But then, such an open ended question could not be wasted. If somebody offers you a present, you don't just ask for some random thing and hope it's as cool as you think it is. He tried to mentally latch onto the machine, but found it more... slippery? That was the only term he could think of to describe his hold on the circuitry. He had to focus just a little more than usual to keep his hold. It was supposed to keep him from taking control. He could, though, so either it was crap or it wasn't meant to be used against his special brand of mental control. Either way, he knew what it was he wanted. "Can I have your hat?" |
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| Engineer | Sep 3 2008, 03:58 PM Post #12 |
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Travis considered Taylor’s words, thinking to himself. “Just another language? You make it sound simple. Still, it is certainly something I would like to learn.” Rubbing his chin slightly, he made a mental note in his head to shave later. It seemed his facial hair was growing faster than he anticipated. But that certainly wasn’t his primary focus. It was interesting to watch the young man’s facial expression as is shifted when the idea of a gift was presented before him. He looked a combination of excited and thoughtful, as though he knew that asking for something small or simple would be a complete waste of something that was very similar to a wish. The only real difference was that he didn’t have to place his words ever so carefully… Travis knew of implied meaning, and he wasn’t a genie and didn’t take things so literally that it could turn out badly. "Can I have your hat?" Travis smirked, having slightly predicted this. He had noticed the young man eyeballing the hat, but wasn’t sure if he was able to understand the meaning behind it. Still, he wasn’t surprised either that he would be able to figure it out. The hat had been designed with telepaths and such in mind, not technopaths. Taking off his hat, he took a good look at it. “Sure… no problem. Anything special? Color, emblem, anything?” With that, he began to reclaim the hat. It began to glow a vibrant green, and then tiny lights began to rip away from the glowing hat and disappear into the palm of Travis’ hand, as though he had a black whole draining away only the hat. A slight smirk appeared on the man’s face, and he opened his other hand, reclaiming with it as well, and slowly drawing away with his hand. The glowing hat hovered there, quickly being taken apart, one tiny light at a time. “I know you have quite a bit of information gathered from the device itself, but I should tell you that this is not 100% protection. It prevents your thoughts from leaking out of your mind, which is how most telepaths accidentally listen in, and warns you if someone tries to go digging. If you get that warning, you tap the brim three times, and it turns on a psi-disruptor. This will keep out most telepaths, but people of high caliber will probably still be able to get through. Granted, it will be a little more difficult, but still… you get what I am saying.” With that, he finished reclaiming the original hat, and looked at the young man in front of him. “So… what will it be?” |
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| Koen Taylor | Sep 15 2008, 11:52 PM Post #13 |
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On the inside, Taylor shot himself. If he knew the guy could just up and make something for him, he would've asked for something like... an 80 Terabyte flash drive or media player. Or a hand-held supercomputer. Well, maybe not the supercomputer, but still. Taylor wasn't sure what he wouldn't do for an ability like that. To be able to just build and create any machine you can think of? Taylor couldn't imagine the havok such an power could wreak. Nor could he even begin to think of the hacks in store for one who commanded such an ability. And the one who did command such an ability offered him a present! Whatever he wanted! And he had asked for a hat. That was like walking into an Egyptian tomb, finding the treasure store, and taking only a rock. In his mind, Taylor shot himself again. Oh well. I can get that flash drive some other time. But that would have to wait for a little bit. "A design? Black's fine, but can you put the numbers 1337 in red on the front? No comma." At the moment, Taylor wasn't in the state of mind to be all specific. He was busily imagining the possible stuffs in his future. Yes, he would enjoy assisting Travis. |
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| Engineer | Sep 16 2008, 12:52 PM Post #14 |
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The final touch was adding the 1337 on the front in thick red lettering. "Leet huh?" He asked, smiling. His smile slowly faded though, and Travis wait a moment, handing the hat towards the young man, and resecuring his own upon his noggin. He had big plans, and right now, he didn't want anyone else to know them... whether they meant to or not. "Can you program a controlled but evolving Artificial Intelligence?" The question had all the seriousness of a point plank pistol... and it was obvious that it held a lot of weight... something that meant a lot to Travis. "I am asking under the assumption that you will tell no one of this... under any circumstances. The possibility of several things are pivoting on your answer, and you could very well shape the future with your response. I know it won't be easy... I know that it is going to take a lot to make it all work... but this is all to ensure that humanity and mutants will both survive, and the possibility for them to thrive together. This is bigger than me and you, but someone as simple as me and you can be the start of a peaceful coexistence." Travis waited, allowing him to intake that information, and put it all under a hard amount of consideration. "I know I am asking a lot... but you are probably the only person capable of doing this." As he finished, he simply waited, still analyzing the boy. |
[align=center]Engineer; Travis Kable![]() Redemption... for sins incalculable...[/align] Also Plays: Blink; Clarice Ferguson, Flak; Aaron Marcus, Mirari; Sylvia White | |
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| Koen Taylor | Sep 17 2008, 03:57 AM Post #15 |
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Controlled but evolving AI? Taylor wasn't entirely certain something could truly evolve while being controlled, or truly be controlled while evolving (one would have to constantly alter the method and means of control). It seemed like something out of a sci-fi movie, but the truth was, Taylor had never thought about making an AI, or tried. It would require a LOT of programming and planning, and he very well might need that 80 terabyte flash drive. Now that the prospect had been placed before him, the cyberpath found himself trying to imagine different ways he could achieve the goal a growing AI. His only reservation was that he had seen movies and read books about such machines. The Matrix, anyone? I-Robot? While he wasn't expecting such an extreme as the enslavement of the human race, he didn't like it when he couldn't control technology. Whether that was a byproduct of his mutation or of his humanity, he couldn't be sure. What he was sure of, was that the prospect interested him. How would he go about creating an AI? It would be mind-numbingly complex to create one super-program. Maybe he should try making several smaller programs that would work together? "I got you. I think I can... I've never thought about it before though. It would take a lot of trial and error." Inwardly, Taylor flinched at the prospect; but then, he knew it wasn't going to be so tedious or painful. The programming and manipulation of machines was something he enjoyed. It almost felt like Travis would be getting the short end of the stick. |
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