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| Topic Started: Oct 8 2014, 06:19 PM (95 Views) | |
| Beast | Oct 8 2014, 06:19 PM Post #1 |
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October 5th 5am Med Bay 3 It'd taken literally the entire weekend, from early Friday Morning to this late-early hour on Sunday, to get this thing finished, but now Hank was fairly sure it was set and ready to rumble. Engineering class had helped with the early bits, or rather, anyone who'd wanted some bonus credit, and the last two days had been spent on assembly and, finally, getting it all to work in tandem. In that second capacity, Miss Vale had been instrumental and appreciated. The device itself was simple; a small space that utilized miniaturized versions of the Danger Room's environmental projectors to allow a scanned copy of a patient to be magnified and traversed in virtual space. It was, essentially, a gigantic walk-in microscope, and he hoped to test out other applications with it, as well. As it stood now, it was an empty circular platform made of plastics and clinical metal. Exposed wiring gave it a haggard, digital jungle aesthetic that while it didn't particularly bother Hank, would need to be cleaned up and honed down in the event that someone with a more rigid sense of style were to complain. "Alright, Netty, dear." He barked from atop one of the main projector pylons high up over the base. "That should be the last relay installed." He swung down, flipping in mid-air to land on his feet, welding goggles hiding blue eyes behind dark lenses as he moved towards a large circuit stack, placing big-gloved hands on a throw switch. "Once the power's on, it'll be up to you to test our OS for any immediately apparent bugs so we can prepare any patch that's going to be immediately necessary. Immediately." He wanted this thing up and running and ready for testing and use by Friday, and they were officially ahead of schedule if they could get its maiden voyage out of the way on day one. The test object in this case was a large chunk of corkwood positioned under the bio scanner that would feed into the simulator. "Ready?" He asked. "Three. Two. One." There was a spark and a loud pop as the device began to hum to life, a pixelated mess blooming into existence where once there'd been the simple plain pylons and refractor systems. The image began refining its resolution until the bay itself began to flood with a holographic image of the cork's insides. Blurry and patchy in spots, but it was good to know that the mechanics were working. "Spotlight's yours, Miss Vale." he said, moving through the projected light, admiring their handiwork. |
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| Sarah Vale | Oct 21 2014, 10:02 PM Post #2 |
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Sarah had to admit, whenever Dr. McCoy came to her with a project and asked for her help, she got a little excited thrill. It didn’t matter that she was 21 now, legally an adult, not technically a student of his anymore. It was like the little kid in her just felt so special, so useful. And he always brought such wonderful projects. Like that Atlantean craft. Talk about feeling like a kid at Christmas. He was like a big furry blue Santa, chock full of fascinating devices. And…He valued her input, her design ideas, her recommendations. That was what meant the most. Someone she respected, someone’s who was one of the most intelligent people she knew, valued her opinion. Not just because of her powers, but because she was device-minded as well. The idea behind the walk-in microscope was quite simple, really. To magnify what was inside, to be seen and diagnosed more easily. Easier and less demanding than an MRI, far more detail, more ease to zoom into problem areas. As it stood now, it wasn’t the prettiest of designs, but that would come later, when they smoothed it out. From below, where the main control screen was situated, Sarah looked up to see Hank perched high, and grinned at his declaration. Half the fun of working with him was seeing him flip and jump and drop all around the devices. Her powers were already sinking into the device as it was connected, checking the wiring, stretching through it before it had even powered on, although she gave pause at his pose with the switch. “You’re giving me a Frankenstein moment, I can’t help myself.” With a bright grin, she flung her arm up, and shouted “Flip ze svitch!” Right before he flipped it, the fake accent so obvious that she nearly broke down in giggles as the power rushed into the machine. And fortunately, she didn’t need to be looking at the machine as she felt the power flowing through it, the system powering on and flickering just momentarily. The image wasn’t very clear at first, but as Sarah concentrated, her smile still lingering as her dark eyes flipped around the machine, seemingly staring at nothing, it started sharpening. “Hmm…” the thoughtful hum escaped her as she tapped a finger against the screen. Not for any purpose, just because…Well, it was just an absent movement. A few wires sparked, and Sarah marked them on the blue print pulled up on the screen, sweeping through the system a few times. It was relatively easy for her to reconfigure a few things while within the device, and the image of the cork came into sharper focus suddenly. The work she’d been putting in with her powers paid off, as a loose screw on one section of the device slowly screwed itself tighter, her eyes flashing green while it moved. “Looks pretty good from this end, doc. It’ll take some work to make the controls more streamlined, but nothing too difficult. There’s a couple of wires that don’t have the best connection, one spot that’s gonna be prone to overheating.” She pointed to near the top of one of the projection towers, where multiple projectors were clustered. |
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