Damiann47 Member


Yeah join us.

I'm getting my day started.

Herold seemed to be very excited, and even then only to say he was excited would have been an understatement. Whatever was running through his head, it had to be grand to fuel the passion that was almost pouring from him. Thisa had to admit she has never met someone who was so interested in her work, there have been plenty of others who gave encouragement but nothing more. Another thing to consider its not like she had anyway to give a robot "real" life, the best she would be able to do is pull up simple protocols from a database online, having someone like Harold to lend a hand would be very helpful. Thisa broke out into a broad smile and laughed, "Don't do any hacking quite yet, really the last thing we would need is for you to end up in prison. Tell you what if I can't find a legal way to some space and resources then we'll go down the dark road of black markets or theft." She held out her hand, "Also I can't make the best imperfect robot myself, so I'll be more then happy to accept you as my partner in creating a robotic masterpiece. I build the body and you build the mind, deal?"

"Well I haven't looked around for any shops in the school, but... maybe if I were to cut a deal with some local mechanics around here I might be able to get a workspace. Short of that, uh heh maybe smuggle some equipment into my dorm, might be hard to mask the sound but hey if push comes to shove I'll find the way to get something." Herold shifted his focus from his laptop, seemed he was looking at the playboy and his "companion" she must of slapped the guy, but Thisa wasn't able to see what happened, although yet again brave sir playboy was running away. Thisa did stop to think about if he really deserved whatever treatment he gets, don't know maybe the guy was just really bad at social settings and was not a sleazebag in reality. "Huh is that the guy from earlier? You know the one who wanted to lend a hand when I fell? Wonder what happened to those two, although I don't know if we should find out I don't like pushing into someone's business like this."

Thisa couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle to herself, Harold really did have a weird of speaking, but still easy enough to follow him regardless. All the same saying 'Today was normal, and the lectures were not very memorable' would have gotten to the point a whole lot faster. Still there was something endearing about it so Thisa didn't mind. "They're fine, I just have to keep shifting things around." Thisa pointed to the page, "Like here I'm tying to solve a problem of the arms tearing themselves from the chassis, its the speed and size of motors I'm using. While needless to say I can't run real tests, I can run the numbers and do simulations, so from what I've done the setup I have now doesn't work. There is a lot to work with here, power sources can only be so heavy before being impractical, because I keep changing the sources the amount of power I have to work with changes, and since that changes I have to swap out electrical components that would fit in the power budget. There are other issues I'm tackling right now, but right at the moment I'm focusing on getting the arms working."

Harold seemed to be at ease, and even more importantly not annoyed at her ignoring him, so no real damage was done. Thisa scooted to the side, "Here I think there is an outlet back there, should be able to reach it." Interesting for her to run into Harold again, as just barley acquaintances its not like they really knew each other, she had to wonder did he come find her on purpose or was this really only a chance encounter as before. Whatever the case is, Harold was good for talking tech so Thisa thought better than to bring this up, may cause him to run off or something. "So... how was your school day? Mine wasn't really eventful, normal class work and normal lectures as always really."

Thisa pondered over her piece of paper, she was considering many things, for one how to keep the arms from literately tearing themselves from the torso. Problem with imperfection as a design constraint was using imperfect materials and imperfect construction, would take some very clever engineering to keep the robot natural while also still in one piece. Harold unknown to Thisa approached her and even asked a question, however as normal when in design mode the world may as well not exist to her. Seconds passed into minutes as Thisa still didn't notice Harold, needless to say the situation was becoming awkward. It was only by chance when looking slightly to the side that Thisa finally saw Harold from the corner of her eye, and also someone suddenly appearing to pop into existence was surprising to put it in a way. Thisa jumped in her seat and nearly dropped her pencil, "Oh uh, oh sorry I guess. Heh don't know long you been standing there, I kinda really get engrossed when scribbling in this book. So, provided you didn't forget while waiting on me, need something?

Well classes came and passed, for Thisa some quiet time was alright. Other then her brief meeting with Harold and Timothy from earlier she had not spoken with anyone else, why would she? She didn't feel like going back to her dorm room yet, besides lot of the students been talking about a meeting later that day, while Thisa didn't care about what the self-proclaimed rulers of the school had to say, a meeting would be interesting to watch at the very least. In the end Thisa decided to sit visit the cafeteria, the large room had a lot of healthy sunlight which made it a decent place to wait around in. The area wasn't completely empty, two students were already there, in fact she recognized one as Mr.Playboy himself, well if he was that kind of guy, the other one was a girl Thisa didn't know. Their presences didn't matter so she ignored and found a table in the far corner from the entrance to settle down in. Without a second thought Thisa searched in her bag to pull out the notebook, after all she had more then enough free time to make a few changes to her designs.

Hmm real quick was there anyone in or gonna be in the cafeteria? I could look back and check... but laziness won me over.