>>23524648
work on our ion boots?

>>23524648
Breakfast. Time to go get a big heaping pile of BACON.

>>23524648
Anna or Workshop

>>23524648
Breakfast, ask Summer if she wants us to bring her anything back.

Then we go to the workshop to see if the tools or anything else has arrived.

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>>23524686
waffle with fruit

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>>23524686

>Oh, right, I forgot to mention, but the Tips of the Day also include message logs, if you ever want to take a look at them.

"Summer, do you want me to bring you anything back from the cafeteria?" You ask.
She grumbled in response, rolling over and curling up. Her manifestation didn't even bother to pretend to wake up.
You go into the bathroom and take a short, hot shower, before going up to the cafeteria.

Anna and Jilly were there, Anna looking much less exhausted than last time she was here, and Jilly with a silver armband on her arm.
"Ooh, hello!" Jilly said, and waved, flashing yellow.

You stare at the waffles.
And then the bacon.
And then the waffles.
So you take both, and take a seat, next to the two. Jilly had what looked like an entire barrel of some sort of sludge, which she was courteous to keep off of the table as she dipped the tip of her tail into it.

"I want to apologize for being unnecessarily cold to you." Anna said, her own plate absolutely covered in bacon.

>>23524849
"Don't worry about it!"

>>23524849
Smile at her, "Don't worry about it."

>>23524849
"Don't worry about it... but really, no waffles? What is wrong with you girl?"

"Don't worry about it!" You say and shoot her a smile. You alternate between bacon and waffles between every bite, while Anna went back to her own food.
"But really, no waffles?" You ask. "What is wrong with you, girl?"
"I have a list of all the foods I want to try, that I've never had before." Anna said, with a slight smile. "Today is bacon. Next week is waffles."

>>23524987

"you can eat them separately?"

>>23524987
"A whole week of bacon? Good choice."

>>23524987
Nod, "That is a good strategy. Allows one to eat everything, and a lot."
"So um... what do you do besides reading and bacon?"

"A whole week of bacon?" You ask. "Good choice."
"No, tomorrow is cereal, and the day after is uh..."
She sighed, and pulled a wrist computer out of the folds of her dress, slipping on and waving her hand.

You felt it twinge as the personacom booted up.
"Eggs. And toast. some kind of toast-eggs." She said, and bit her lip. "Maybe I should try bread for lunch..."
"That is a good strategy." You say. "Allows one to eat everything, and a lot."
"Well, I missed out on a lot of things growing up." She said. "You can't exactly have waffles if the waffle batter is spherical and won't stick on the pan... thing."
She crunched at her bacon some more.
"So um... what do you do besides reading and bacon?"
She rolled her wrist, and the computer went into sleep mode.
"Whatever I feel like, usually. What do you do besides waffles and squeeing at tech?"

>>23525105
"Whatever I feel like, usually."

futurecraft

>>23525105
"More squeeing at tech and FutureCraft, I guess. I don't... really do much."

>>23525105

Futurecraft its an immersive highly competitive multiplayer game, which i am totally better at than my friend.

i do more than just squee at tech, i build stuff! (proudly)

"Whatever I feel like, usually." You say, and she shot you a small smile before going back to her everpresent neutral expression.
"Not sure I like this." She said, eating the bacon. "It's not crunchy enough in some parts, and in others it's so crunchy that it's charred."
"You could try my food, if you want." Jilly's translator synthesized, as she beamed at you two.
"Thank you for the offer, but your digestive system is way different than ours." Anna responded.
Jilly pouted, and her skin went a dark, purplish blue.
"I don't... really do much." You say, a moment later.
"Yeah, I need to find more things to do than just reading, now that I don't, uh..."
Anna trailed off for a moment.
"... uh, have as many things filling up my time. Maybe classes will be fun."

>>23525207
"Do you know FutureCraft?"

>>23525221
She will become superior to Prometheus.
Not that that needs much.

>>23525207
"I've got a game that might...interest you, if you'd like to hear about it."

"I've got a game that might... interest you, if you'd like to hear about it."
"A game?"
"Do you know FutureCraft?" You ask.
"I've heard of it." She responded.
"It's an immersive, highly competitive multiplayer game, which I am totally better at than my friend." You say.
"I'm... not very interested in competition." She said.
You recall yesterday morning's training, when she'd gloated when she won and got furious when she'd lost.
"Yes you are." Jilly said, and Anna frowned.

>>23525279

no harm is trying it out right? right?

technology has the answer!

>>23525279
"Well, nothing wrong with trying it, right?"

>>23525279
"Come on, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

>>23525279
Just give it a try!

>>23525279
"You could always stop playing it if you don't like it"

>>23525279
>she's a rager
do we really want her playing a high stress game?

>>23525365
We'll be there to soothe her out

>>23525365
Yes

"Well, nothing wrong with trying it, right?" You ask. "Right? Just give it a try, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
She sighed, and shook her computer, waking it up again.
"Go ahead and transfer it. I'll take a look."
You have Einstein start transferring the game to her while you finish up your truly enormous meal, and soon enough, it was done.

"There are a lot of options for what army you are." Anna noticed, flipping through the choices. Her eyebrows met. "This space marine army says that they're difficult to play, because they don't have diverse fighters. Can I still try them?"
You nod.
"Okay, then that's what I'll go with." She said, and took another bite of bacon. "The help file gave me the basics, so I'll try it out. You ready to play?"

>>23525382
"I was born ready."

>>23525382
"I think we have nothing but time today, so sure!"

since this is her first time we should pick an army we haven't mastered/played yet

>>23525433
>Implying we're not the Master of the FutureCraft

>>23525382
Heather obviously plays a Taucron army.

>>23525443
She will be our successor.

>>23525443
>implying we're a master at every army when they have widely divergent play styles

"We have nothing but time today, so sure!" You say. "I was born ready."
"I wasn't ready!" You respond, not long after. Her small deathsquads of heavily armed, armored, exosuited marines moved in ways you'd never seen, using their ion jetpacks to flank your hordes of cute robots, and sabotage your production buildings. Even the few times you played in official matches, you'd never seen anything like it. It was just a long battle where she kept cutting your supply lines, destroying resource miners, and, for the most part, avoiding the main mass of your army.
"That's war." She said, and shrugged.

Then she turned off her computer, and put it away.
"Not sure I like the game, but it'll kill time."

>>23525464
Yes, all thirty seven of them

>>23525485
Don't like it? But you're so.. good!

>>23525485
But
My robots
My cute robots
How could you?

>>23525485
"Hmm...I don't think you should play just to kill time. Wouldn't that be time better spent finding something you enjoy doing?"

>>23525485

we unleashed a monster!

"But... My robots." You say, pouting. "My cute robots. How could you?"
To her credit, she was actually able to meet your eyes for two whole seconds before she started to feel guilty at your teary, frustrated expression.
"... I uh... I'm sorry." She said, and awkwardly patted your shoulder.
Jilly's hands clasped together, and she flashed yellow at the both of you, before giving her bucket to the lunch ladies and leaving the cafeteria.
Then you saw her peek in through the doorway, trying not to be seen.

>>23525608
Politely pretend not to notice and ask Anna if she knows what that's all about.

>>23525608
I'm up for checking out our new workshop. Or whatever anyone else wants to do.

>>23525608
Pretend not to notice. Inquire with Anna.
Maybe Jilly also wants to play?

>>23525608
I need to watch fewer Chinese cartoons...

>>23525608
"Oh hey, I've got a workshop up. Sort of. Do you want to come and check it out?"

>>23525608

"all silliness aside, you are really good at it."

"do you have anything in mind, which i could try?"

"All silliness aside, you are really good at it." You say. "Do you have anything in mind that I could try?"
"Did you read that book I lent you?" She asked.
You don't respond.
"Then you could do that." She said.
"... Maybe Jilly wants to play?" You ask.
"No, she's decided that I need more friends, so she's trying to leave us alone. She's just so curious that she wants to watch. " She said. "She reads way more romance novels than an asexual creature should."

>>23525733
"Maybe she wants someone to teach her what we humans call...love?"

"Also I had no idea their race were asexual."

>>23525733
"Haha, well it makes some sense, I suppose romance must be a fascinating concept from her point of view. Still, we can be perfectly friendly while she's around I'm sure."

>>23525733
"Good on her, she's trying to help you."

>>23525733

"I'd like us to be friends and so does Einstein."

>>23525733
oh is THAT what's going on...well I suppose it makes some sense.

>>23525733
"So she likes to play matchmaker? Well we can play along a bit. Let me show you my workshop?"

>>23525733
"Well, I can't fault her for her enthusiasm."

>>23525733
Blink.
"Right... Do you want to see my workshop?"

"Haha, well, it makes some sense, I suppose. Romance must be a fascinating concept from her point of view. Still, we can be perfectly friendly while she's around, I'm sure."
"As long as you don't annoy me, at least." She said with a wry expression.
You blink.
"Right... do you want to see my workshop?"
"I'm not interested in tech stuff, but I might as well." She said.
The two of you made your way up to the dorms again, taking it slowly so Anna didn't exhaust herself, and eventually you reached the large, empty room that had become your workshop.
It matched,maybe even surpassed your mom's shop, except the fact that this workshop only had two maintenance drones instead of the dozen. Parts covered shelves in the walls, and you even had a bank of chemical cells, and a rack of nuclear cells for power, phaeron gas canisters set into the wall, flourescent lights and a small compartment that was EM-shielded...
And it was beautiful.

"Looks like they actually moved a lot of stuff in for such a short amount of time." Anna said neutrally. Her lack of proper reverence was almost... blasphemy.

>>23525914
"oh man oh man this is gonna be great. I can't even think of the amount of things I could build with all this."

>>23525914
squeee loudly lovingly stroke nearby equipment while talking...

"so I had this idea when you mentioned turning the asteroids into electromagnets; what if I could build a remote controlled electromagnet you could throw at the asteroids, activate and use it to pull you EVEN FASTER?!"

>>23525914

time to let our enthusiasm overflow while we explain what we're going to do with all this space, equipment and parts!

throw in that we could potentially build useful stuff for everyone, eventually.

>>23525914
Scare off anna with our enthusiasm without meaning to.

"I wonder if the lights can change colors! Or.. maybe I can make them change colors."

>>23525914
Oh my! All things I can build...

>>23525914
"That's it? Seriously, this place is awesome!"

>>23525914
"Ah, you're just not seeing the POTENTIAL here, Anna. So many cool things to make..."

"Oh man oh man this is gonna be great!" You squeal, and lovingly stroke one of the dormant maintenance drones. "I can't even think of the amount of things I could build with all this!"
You proceed to *prance* across the room, skidding toward the boxes of parts, and tools. You take a ratchet in hand and just start twisting it so it made the noise.
"I wonder if the lights can change colors?" you ask.
You glanced at Anna, and she saw something in your eyes, and took an involuntary step back.
"Or... maybe..." You say. "I can make them change colors."
Anna edged toward the door, ready to flee if need be.
>OH GODS, YOU CAN BUILD ANYTHING EVER THIS IS THE BEST. WHAT BUILD?

>>23526091
Build something for Anna.

>>23526091
"Anna. What do you need, besides escape? Oh, I know, something to make the escape faster? Oh yes yes yes"
ROLLERBLADES

>>23526091
WE'RE GOING TO BUILD FREAKING TENTACLES FOR EINSTEIN SO HE CAN PICK UP SHIT AND CARRY OUR STUFF.

>>23526125
>ROLLERBLADES
I think you mean SCIENCE ROLLERBLADES

>>23526091
Yes! >>23526119 Let's build her that exoskeleton whether she likes it or not!

(If she doesn't appreciate it, we can modify it to fit us, because exoskeletons are awesome.)

>>23526091
"Tell you what, anna. I'll build you the first thing you can think of. Right now."

>>23526129
And this.

>>23526091
Attachable manipulators for Einstein!

>>23526125
>>23526136
Rolling? How passé. JETBLADES!

>>23526145
I like that,
"Anna, say something, anything, the first thing the comes into your head and I WILL MAKE IT."

>>23526091
Work on the Ion boots, add stabilizers to the sides so it's more difficult to fall.

>>23526165
SCIENCE ROLLERBLADES that can TRANSFORM into SCIENCE JETBLADES

>>23526091

start simple, Anna has been pretty nice to us, playing the game we suggested, borrowing us her book, following us even though she'd rather not.

ask her if she wants/needs something.

"Tell you what, Anna." You say and whirl about. "I'll build you the first thing you can think of. Right now."
"A sandwich." She responded.
Your train of thought- which was currently whirling around with the word 'SCIENCE' and 'rollerblades' and 'manipulators' completely halted.
You... you can't make a sandwich with these materials.
"One with ham." She added.

>>23526243
Our brain fizzles.

But then Idea!

We shall make a sandwich making robot/machine! With inbuilt toaster!

Alternately, giving Einstein arms would let him make sandwiches.

>>23526243
"Does not compute."

>>23526243
Ok we can work with this.
Build a grill+toaster, that can flip them into a sandwich.

>>23526243
"But... but..."
sigh
"Well then, let us go and take over the cafeteria then!"

>>23526243
CREATE A DEVICE THAT FORCES HER TO TASTE HAM

>>23526243
"Haha You are funny. If I had bread I would make you a metal sandwich filled with bolts! But since there's no bread here...."

>>23526243
Build the greatest sandwich maker the galaxy has ever seen!

>>23526243
manifest her a a ham sandwich

>>23526243

our wonderful tech induced bliss, broken by ham.

psionic up a ham sandwich.

>>23526262
This.

Arms.

>>23526243
Blink. "I don't have food in here. You're right, I need to fix that. I'll need to build a refrigeration unit, I can use the annealing oven for an oven and the bunsen burners for a stove! Hmm. Later, though. To the cafeteria!"

"But... but..."
You sigh, and Anna started giggling.
"It's fine, I was joking. I don't need anything made." She said, quietly giggling, covering her mouth. "Least of all those boots or exoskeleton you were babbling about."
She rubbed at her temples. "I don't even know if you were actually babbling or if you were just telepath... telepathising? We need a better word for that. Broadcasting."
She shook her head, and giggled some more.
"But the look on your face..."
You sigh, and then grab the parts to make some manipulators, and get to work. Anna was still giggling, almost unable to stop, as she took a seat not far from you, watching you work.

>>23526342
"Yeah, I know you don't *need* them, but I also have a tendency to think of ways to solve every conceivable problem. Usually with ions. Also I like helping people. Again, usually with ions."

Rolled 78

>>23526342
"All this psionic stuff is so strange. It really does have a mind of its own."

Rolling for building, I suppose.

>>23526342
"I bet einstein would like these arms I want to make. You know, if he could like arms."

>>23526388
This
"I wonder if I can find a way to make ham sandwich with ions."

>>23526342
as we work we should sing out some of the things we're doing:
"Come here little bolt~"
"Flip it over, tighten three quarters, then flip back."
etc.

"I didn't think I was saying it aloud. Maybe Dr. Manus will have something to say when I see him, but that will be later and now I am busy!"

Also the end result has to be presented to her with a "Ta-da~~!"

Rolled 15

>>23526342
a backpack with manipulators...

>>23526342

"i'll find something to make for you yet."

>maybe a bit of a long shot but who remembers ZED from Swat Cats?
>i sure as hell do.

"Yeah, I know you don't need them, but I also have a tendency to think of ways to solve every conceivable problem. Usually with ions. Also, I like helping people. Again, usually with ions."
"Well, the reason I don't need an exoskeleton is I already have one." She said. "Somewhere around here."
You open your mouth to speak.
"And no, you don't need to see it. It's just for emergencies." She said. "I'd get in trouble if I turned it on."
"I'll find something to make you you yet." You say.
"I'll look forward to it." She responded.

>>23526529
Build her a personal sandwich making robot.

>>23526529
"A ham warm sandwich machine. That cooks it with ions."

>>23526529
"Okay then, Is there anything you want to do? Anywhere you want to go? I have a message from Max so maybe we could go and see him if he wants anything"

>>23526529
"How about something like Einstein? But for sandwich making?"

>>23526529

focus on Einstein for the moment, let's test our pretty tools.

>>23526529
>"I'll find something to make you you yet." You say.
make you you?

Plan to make her a sandwich making machine.

>>23526529
"Surely they wouldn't have an issue with a low-powered version? Or are you trying to acclimatize?"

>>23526646
Yeah, ask this. Otherwise I can't imagine they'd deny her the improvement in quality of life it would provide.

"A ham warm sandwich machine. that cooks it with ions."
"I don't even know what ham sandwiches taste like, and it was a joke." She said. "Maybe if I end up liking them."
"How about something like Einstein?" You ask.
"That would be pretty interesting." She said. "I'd like that."

Some time later, you whirl around, the two manipulators in hand, and sing a 'Ta-da~'... just to find Anna was sleeping, sitting back in her chair, arms crossed.
From here, with her head leaning back, you could see the knotted flesh of a long scar going down her collar-bone.
"Hm?" She asked, and suddenly jerked forward. "What was that?"
"... Ta-da." You say again, weakly.
"For your assistant drone?" She asked, and you nod.

>>23526684
"So he can pick up and grab things."

"Come on, let's get you back towards the hub."

>>23526684
So, what would you like it to be like?
Hover, quad, wheels, legs, legs with wheels?

>>23526684
"Yep! He can now manipulate things with his manipulators."

>>23526684
This
>>23526715
And then, "I'll work on a drone for you - with manipulators - the next time I have some free time. Which...will probably be pretty quickly."

>>23526684
make the manipulators go pinch-pinch at her.

>>23526684

let's not ask about the scar just yet.

"he'll be fetching my tools for me within the next day!"

"thanks, for coming along. any place you need to be or want to go?"

"So he can pick up and grab things." You say, and pull off Einstein's plating, connecting the manipulators in. He chirped, downloading the necessary drivers to learn to use them, and started wiggling his fingers and hands.

"So, what would you like it to be like?" You ask. "Hover, quad, wheels, legs, legs with wheels?"
"Hover would probably be best." She said. "I spend so much time in zero-G, anyway..."
"Then I'll work on it - with manipulators - next time I have some free time." You say, and get to your feet. "Come on, let's get you back toward the hub."
"Right, okay." She said, and the two of you continued to walk.

When you get to the top of the elevator, to the hub, you saw Sarvesh standing there, the elbows of his upper arms jutting out, eyes closed. He buzzed slightly when the elevator hissed.
"Oh, hello." Max said, nodding to you and Anna.
"Mm." Anna responded.

>>23526802
"How is your day today?"

>>23526802
"Special training?"

>>23526802
"Hi Max! How do you spend time before lectures?"

>>23526802
Shakes hands with einstein's manipulators.

"Hey Max. Your fur looks awfully nice today. You should try that look more often. So fluffy. And Sarvesh, you too. Looks like someone polished your shell."

>>23526802

"look, hands." while grinning like an lovestruck teenager

"Hey!" You say, accidentally bouncing on your heels -which, in zero G, wasn't a good idea. Stopping yourself with telekinesis, you set yourself back down.
"Special training?"
"Indeed." Sarvesh responded, his eyes still closed.
"How do you spend time before lectures, Max?"
"Chasing my own tail, watching the Extranet... normal things." Max said. "Sometimes I visit the researchers."
Then, suddenly, a floating plastic ball you didn't notice before started quivering... and shot across the room, bouncing off the walls until friction slowed it down.
Max sighed.
"You need to focus more." Max said. "Stop leering at the girls."
"I'm sorry." Sarvesh responded. "Also, my eyes have been closed this entire time."

>>23526978
I suggest that we start feeling funny now that we suddenly realize Sarvesh apparently finds us attractive.

>>23527005
and the funny feeling will, of course, be covered up with bubbliness and questions.

"What are you doing? Telekinesis training? Are you trying to throw the ball? Dodge it?

>>23526978
"That doesn't matter with ESP!"

>>23527005
No. I don't want Heather to get attracted to Sarvesh.

I vote crab battle

>>23527045
Well I do.

>>23526978

"ESP. Damien's eyes don't work but he can see just fine."

>>23526978
"I'm sure he wasn't leering. His eyes were closed, I saw it myself. But.. why are you shooting balls around.. right next to the elevator?"

>>23527005
>>23527045

Yes. But funny in a bad way. Not a good funny.

>>23526978
have Einstein catch the ball

>>23527063
>Yes. But funny in a bad way. Not a good funny.
that's fine then.

"That doesn't matter with ESP!"
"Damien is the only one that can see without eyes, I believe." Sarvesh said. "I cannot. I believe that's because my eyes can see on a much greater bandwidth than human sight, so it's more difficult for me."
"What are you doing? Telekinesis training? Are you trying to throw the ball? Dodge it?"
"I'm trying to duplicate the action I did when I first lost my arm." Sarvesh said. "It was something done in desperation, but I did it perfectly then."
He took a deep breath, his face-flaps widening as large as possible, and focused... and the ball popped, bits of plastic shooting everywhere.
Max sighed again, and pulled the plastic bits to him, loading them into a vacuum disposal. "Fine, we'll get another one."
Max pulled out another ball with his mouth, and nudged it toward Sarvesh.

>>23527122
Must...resist urge...to play catch with Max.

>>23527122
"Is that not what's meant to happen?"

Rolled 4

>>23527122
manifest a ball and mimic the motion we saw in the dream in the sense-dep chamber (or did we?)

>>23527122
"What did you do?"

>>23527122
Uh.. what did you do?

>>23527160
epic fail.

Rolled 72

>>23527160
well that roll was no damn good...

>>23527122

"what should be happening?"

>>23527160
rolling for you

>>23527122
"You know Sarvesh psionic work best when they are needed the most. For example when your life is in danger. I guess this is how most of the psionics learn of their gift. But keep on trying. Remember : Practice makes perfect!"

Rolled 96

oops

"Is that not what's meant to happen?"
"What's meant to happen is the ball's supposed to move." Max said.
"So he's training telekinesis, then." Anna said.
"No, he's training for the translocation of matter." Max said. "At least, that's what the researchers call it."
"... Impossible." Anna said.
"It was caught on camera. You could watch it on the Extranet, if you wish." Sarvesh said. "As most wargames are."
"Why is that?" Max asked. "That they're all put online, I mean."
"Tradition. The entire tribe is supposed to watch each wargame between two warriors." Sarvesh said, as the ball wobbled and turned bright green. "And since we view the entire UPA as our tribe, it was simplest to record them with cameras."

>>23527210
Why's that impossible, Anna?
>Not sure if I want to rewatch the whole armremoval thing.

Rolled 97

trying to teleport!

>>23527210

"I think I saw part of the wargame while i was in the deprivation chamber. I don't think i want to watch it again..."

>>23527235
She doesn't think teleportation is possible.
"Now now Anna, to the rational mind nothing is inexplicable; only unexplained."

>>23527210
have Einstein get a copy

so like this ? lets try it what do we roll?

>>23527210
"Not impossible, just a bit unlikely that's all."

>>23527210
"Hmmm Technically speaking all you are trying to do is to tore the ball into atoms and then reassemble it elsewhere right? Try to make the ball pop and then make him whole again. Then just pop him into smaller pieces"

>>23527210
"Huh. I'll have to have Einstein grab it for me, then."

"You know, Anna, it makes just as much sense as pyrokinesis. Or the weird technopathy thing I did in the isolation chamber."

>>23527252
This guy, but don't steal his target, teleport ourselves.

>>23527320
I think that'd be a little too much to be honest, even with a 97.

"Why's that impossible, Anna?"
"Because there's no force, or.. hyperspace, or other dimension that can teleport things." Anna said, exasperated. "And if you tell me that Sarvesh here can open, I don't know, wormholes or-"

Then the green ball suddenly flashed, and appeared in front of Anna.
Her first instinct was to punch it, and it bounced across the wall.
"Now now, Anna." You say. "To the rational mind, nothing is inexplicable. Only unexplained."
Anna squeaked.
Sarvesh's mandibles twitched as you've seen them twitch quite a bit, and then you realize... he's laughing. That's how he laughs.

"Well, the researchers will by happy with that." Max said. "Either of you want to try?"
".. No, I'm fine." anna grumbled.
You made your own way into Sarvesh's position, and Max nudged a ball next to you.
You closed your eyes, and focused on moving the ball, pouring all your will into it...
And you heard a bang, as it exploded.
"... Hm." Max said, pulling the shards closer to him. "Even I couldn't get it to do that when I tried. Maybe you could specialize toward transference, too. You might want to tell your counselor when you meet him."

>>23527346
"Transference is a silly name. I don't want any part of that."

"Besides, I learnt my own trick I want to work on."

And when he asks: "It's a surprise!" "Or it will be, when I get it working."

>>23527346
"I'll be sure to. I lament the death of the laws of thermodynamics now.

Though I'm more interested in the tech thing I did with Einstein, I think it has potential to be really interesting.

Sarvesh, how did you do that? Did you just imagine it not being at point A and going to point B?"

>>23527406
Yeah, this sounds good.

>>23527406
heh this.

>>23527406
Yeah well why the hell not

>>23527406

it's probably not a good idea to withhold any information we can give them.

so do tell him about it if he's persistent about it.

"Transference is a silly name. I don't want any part of that." You say. "Besides, I learned my own trick I want to work on."
"Oh, that's good to hear!." Max said.
... You expected him to ask, but he didn't. You start to pout.
"What trick?" Anna asked.
"It's a surprise!" You say. "Or it will be, when I get it working."

You turn to Sarvesh. "Sarvesh, how did you do that? Did you just imagine it not being at point A and going to point B?"
"Yes, but... not exactly." He said. "I have no words for what I did."
He tilted his head, and then closed his eyes, and another ball flashed next to him, and then away, and then into his hand.
"... I do think I have figured out the trick to it, though."

>>23527470
Dr Manus knows about it, and Max can always ask him.

>>23527493
Bah, we need to get better at telepathy so you can just think the concepts at me.

>>23527493
Give Sarvesh an excited hug.

"That's so cool! So very very cool.

You should teleport something into an asteroid and see what happens later, it might all explode so we should be behind cover when it happens. Which would be bad if you did it inside because you might blow us all up."

>>23527532
Lets not.
There is a limit to how bubbly Heather is.

>>23527493
So we waiting here for something? Aren't we going to cafeteria?

>>23527493

"that's pretty cool, it would be interesting to see what more it is capable of." (have to be near the object you want to move, can you choose to only move a specific part. that sort of thing.)

>sleep time.
>goodnight gentlemen.

>>23527563
There is?

And hugs are always appropriate, we hugged a tiger yesterday, how could we not hug a giant crabman?

"That's so cool!" You say. "It would be interesting to see what it's capable of."
"It would, but I'm actually starting to get rather tired." Sarvesh said. "I think I've strained myself enough for today."
You sigh. "Bah, we just need to get better at telepathy so you can just think the concepts at me."
"Now, that's an intriguing concept." Max said, and pushed himself to the elevator. "I'm going down. Is anyone else going?"
"I'll stay up here." Anna said, while Sarvesh stepped onto the elevator, his magnetic boots clasping to it.

>>23527715
Let's head back down. We can see if Summer's up, talk with Sarvesh, and/or preform unspeakable acts of engineering.

>>23527715
Let's head down. Bid Anna farewell.

Rolled 75

>>23527715
Technopathy practice!

>>23527715
Down, down, down to the bottom of the sea. You and me and spongebooob~

You wave to Anna, and step down on the elevator, as it starts to lower.
Sarvesh simply sighed, and closed his eyes.
"You're likely going to watch that, now, won't you?" He asked, meeting your eyes.
His mandibles stuck themselves into his mouth.
"Afterward, if you have questions, I will do my best to answer them." He said. "It won't bother me too much."

>>23527860
I, ah, may have already seen the beginning of it.

I stopped when he grabbed your arm, I couldn't bear to watch.

>>23527860
Watch that? No, there is no need to.
I already saw it in a vision.

>>23527860
"Actually...I have to admit, I already saw the first half of it. When I went into the isolation chambers yesterday, I began to get flashes of other peoples memories.
I managed to stop watching when he grabbed your claw though. I don't enjoy watching people I like get hurt."

I don't think we should specialise in Techopathy. It's neat and all, but I don't think it's worth the hit that we'll take to all of our other psionic talents, TK in particular.

We should by all means unlock it and figure out what it can do, but we shouldn't make it our sole focus.

>>23527860
"I already saw the beginning of it when I went into the isolation chamber. I couldn't keep watching, it looked painful."

Hold onto his metal pincer and squeeze a little bit.

>>23527860
"I saw it in a vision altough It was unbearable to watch it. Such rough way your arm was torn off. You are a great warrior Sarvesh of UPA tribe. I am sure that when you see all you want to see and know everything you want to know you will become one of the greatest of your kind."

>>23527940
The way I read it, it's hard to not specialize. If you use any particular talent too much, it becomes specialized to the detriment of all the others.
It's better to purposefully specialize in something we actually choose to than accidentally specialize in something we happen to use a lot.

"I, ah, have to admit, I already saw the beginning of it." You say. "When I went into the isolation chambers yesterday, I began to get flashes of other peoples' memories. I managed to stop watching when he grabbed your arm."
You touch his cybernetic pincer, and gave it a slight squeeze.
"It looked painful. I couldn't bear to watch."
"It was." He said. "In... in more ways than one."

Then the elevator stopped, and he walked down toward the dorms, apparently going back to his room. He almost seemed to be retreating.

>[] More engineering
>[] Talk with X
>[] Go to X
>[] Mail home
>[] Other?

>>23528003
Mail home, then SCIENCE!

>>23528003
>>[] Mail home
Duh, we can't forget that.

>>23528003
Mail and science at the same time.

>>23528029
This.

>>23528003
Catch up to Sarvesh and give him a hug.

Then look at his cyberarm and think of how we could improve it.

>>23528003
>>[] More engineering

>>23528003
>[] Mail home
Man I'd bet Mom is furious right now that we didn't write anything past few days.

>>23528003
Mail, then get started on Einstein mk. 2 for Anna.

>>23527986
I can understand that reasoning, and if we must specialise then it isn't a bad choice, I guess. But Max said anything was possible, and compared to the ability to read minds, or cause emotions in people, or perhaps even possess them, compared to the ability to simply make robots out of thin air, the ability to turn machines on or off is... dull. You can do that just by walking over to them and flicking the switch.
And sure, I've oversimplified here, but unless technopathy lets us do something we can't actually do already...

>>23528003
Mail home, then talk to Summer!

Rolled 8

>>23528003
"I have a workshop now sarvesh could I take a look at that arm some time? might be able to make some modifications....

>>23528003
Let's go chat with Prof Manus.

>>23528003
Ask Sarvesh if he'd like to come with us to our workshop and do SCIENCE with us.

And a hug.

>>23528077
no, I'm sure he is busy with his own stuff.

>>23528061
I'll second that.

>>23528053
>unless technopathy lets us do something we can't actually do already...
think to the little glimpse we had in the chamber.
We could potentially control ANY machine, in range. No need to have line of sight (or any physical sense) to them.
We could probably manifest materials as well, etc.

First thing you do, of course, is you spend some time writing an email home, telling dad about the interesting people there, and mom about the way the space station works, and then you write two whole pages gushing about the workshop to her - you knew she'd gush back just as much.
Once you get back to your workshop, you finish and send the mail, and get to work on the frame for Anna's drone.

Time passed, and eventually your stomach growled. It was nearly noon. You set down the frame and half-completed ion control, and then hear the door to your dorm room hiss open, as Summer padded out, her manifestation rubbing at her eyes. Summer gave you a meow that said 'hi', and then turned, still tired, toward the cafeteria.

>>23528114
For me, if we can make rare/unique materials to use is what will be the decider.

>>23528139
Let's go get some lunch. Walk alongside Summer, pet the kitty as we walk.

>>23528139
"It's food o'clock!"

"Did you sleep well?"

>>23528139
Might as well get something to eat.

Also pet the furry ears.

I wonder if it's possible to build ion boots for a tiger.

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>>23528139
time to get some food

"It's food o'clock!" You say, rinsing the grease and iridescent phaeron off of your hands, making sure to scrub, before you caught up with Summer.
"Did you sleep well?"
"For the most part." The Manifestation said. "I forgot the blanket, so I woke up cold."
"I slept well too, except I had a nightmare." Damien said, stepping out of a hallway and walking alongside the two - or three, if you count the manifestation. He shrugged. "You two didn't show up at dinner. Did something happen?"

>>23528249
"I was hugged by a savage beast which quickly fell asleep on me."

>>23528249
"Tigers are heavy and soft."

>>23528249
pinned by a massive cat

>>23528271
I'mma go with this.

>>23528249
I couldn't resist the furry bed.

>>23527940
Ahem.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18870957/

"Tigers are heavy. And soft."
"I was tired!" Summer said, pouting, and Damien chuckled.
"You're always tired." Damien said.
"That's because I'm always using my power." Summer said.
"I do too, you know."
"Yours is mental! It's easier!"
Damien adroitly stepped around the stone pillar that appeared in front of him, and Summer pouted... at least until Damien put his hand on her head.
"Yeah, I know." Damien said, quietly, his look intensely personal. "Hey, things'll get better, okay? I don't even need to see the future to know that, but I can, and I have. Things will get better."

>>23528379
Shoo off Damien, quit bothering my roommate!

>>23528379
Shrug and continue on. Let's see what's for lunch today.

>>23528379
Pet the kitty, scritch behind the ears.

"I don't know what I can do to help. Do you want jet boots? Jet boots make everything better."

>>23528379
"Hey, I wasn't complaining, Summer."

Give her headrubs, because hugs are hard when you're walking.

>>23528344
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18870957/
So... you want to replay NFCQ with a slightly different feel?

Let's do something new, with psychics.

>>23528379
"Better? Better how? Will we learn some insane stunts? Will we get paid more? Will we explore the galaxy's wonders?"

>>23528379
"It's ok Summer"
pet the kitty.

"Hey, I wasn't complaining, Summer." You say, and give her a pat.
Summer- and her manifestation- were both quiet as the three of you walked. At least until you heard a dull purr coming from the six hundred pound tiger.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the three of you, and Damien scratched his head.
"Thought Sarvesh would've been here." Damien said, and then chuckled. "Guess something pretty important happened recently, else he'd be here."
You look toward the cafeteria ladies, and think about what to get for a while, and then you turn to Damien.
"Better how? Will we learn some insane stunts? Will we get paid more? Will we explore the galaxy's wonders?"
"The last one." He said, with a slight chuckle. "Though it's vague as hell, and you were the only one there for certain."

>>23528418
>A tiger with jet boots
I don't care whether she wants them, that's happening.

>>23528492
"Well that sounds kind of lonely, hopefully everyone can join me whenever it happens."

>>23528492
Well that can't be right. Sarvesh still has a long life ahead of him.

How often are your predictions wrong?

>>23528492
"Hmph. Then I'll just make it my goal to make sure everyone else makes it there too."

>>23528492
"I don't want to go exploring alone. It sounds lonely.

All of you guys are going to come with me, I'm not taking no for an answer."

Rolled 19

>>23528492
sarvesh figured out his specialty he's resting now I think...

>>23528492
"Can you see what I'm going to get for lunch?"
If he tells us what we're going to decide we can just get it and not have to go through the whole decision process.

"Well, that sounds kind of lonely. Hopefully everyone can join me whenever it happens."
"Oh, you weren't alone." He said. "There were other people there, I'm just not sure where. It was a massive spaceship..."
He shrugged. "I hate vague visions."
"Can you see what I'm going to get for lunch?" You ask.
He thought about it for a moment, and then gave you a malicious grin. "Yes." He lied. "You're going to get just a large bowl full of cauliflower."
You give him a glare.
"Hey, I'm not letting you use me to skip making decisions." He said.
You sigh, and go get a truly enormous sandwich instead, specifically to prove him wrong.
The three of you were sitting at the table, Summer munching on some sandwiches of her own, and Damien with some sort of incredibly sugary sludge.

>>23528611
Where are you from Damien? That's no lunch anyone from Heaven's Jewel would ever be caught eating.

>>23528611
"That any good, Damien?"

>>23528611
We should get Anna that sandwich.

>>23528611
Is he eating ice cream for lunch?

>>23528611
"Damien, what is that? I'm not sure if it's sugary sludge or sludgey sugar."

>>23528611
After eating, get a ham sandwich for Anna.

"Where are you from, Damien? That's no lunch anyone from Heaven's Jewel would ever be caught eating." You say.
"I'm from Helegoth." He said. "Big, big planet. One point five gees, enormous sun. Hell, it has a moon with an atmosphere."
"Is that any good, Damien?"
"It's delicious." He said.
"What is it? I'm not sure if it's sugary sludge or sludgy sugar."
"It's oatmeal." He responded. "And it's delicious. I even added raisins."

>>23528736
"It confuses me on a deep and personal level. Like a segfault on a maintenance drone.

Can I have some?"

>>23528736
"Even the name sounds terrible."

>>23528768
Nothing I can say can top that. Seconded.

>>23528768
Ahahaha
"I still don't know why mother did that. Likely to give me nightmares."

"It confuses me on a deep and personal level." you say. "Like a segfault on a maintenance drone."
"Like a... what?"
"Even the name sounds terrible."
"It's delicious." He responded.
"Can I have some?" You ask.
"Sure, go ahead." He said, and slid it to you.

You took a bite.

It was sludgy... but it had so much sugar it crunched in your teeth. It was like eating goopy sugar, and you were sure it was a mouthful of cavities in bowl form.

You set it back down quietly, not sure what to think about it.

>>23528873
See if our stomach agrees with our tastebuds. We might have to run off to the bathroom.

>>23528873
"You disturb me Damien, it's not your powers, but your taste in cuisine is stranger than that of the aliens who live here.

Summer, could you second me on this? Is Damien a strange man who eats strange food that will turn his teeth into swiss cheese."

>>23528873
No! Protect the precious teeth.

>>23528873
Make sure to stare at it and look deeply confused

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>>23528873
>pic related
Why does this exist

You stare down at the goop for a few minutes. Then you wordlessly look up at Damien. then back down at the goop.
"You disturb me, Damien." you say. "It's not your powers, but your taste in cuisine is stranger than that of the aliens who live here."
"Thank you." He responded.
"Summer, could you second me on this? Is damien a strange man who eats strange food that will turn his teeth into swiss cheese?"
"Yes." Summer said.
"Well, think about it this way." Damien said, and arched his eyebrows. "Sugar is high in glucose. Which means that it's more carbs and energy for me to use for psionic powers. Which means I'm going to end up with the most energy."
Then he took a spoonful from it and then coughed.
"Okay, um. I added too much to this." He said, drinking a glass of water. "I'll dump this out and get some with a lot less sugar."

Summer giggled as he got up and dumped out his bowl.
"I don't think he did that on purpose." She giggled.

>>23529058
"Aw, I feel bad now."

Rolled 2

>>23529058
think he was showing off to impress me?

>>23529058
"But he's clairvoyant. Couldn't he see that he was going to add too much sugar?

Now I feel bad."

>>23529058
"Bleargh. If I have to choose between a few hours of sleep too many every day and not having any teeth, I'm going to choose to keep my teeth."

What about you, Summer? Your Manifestation has a sandwich, but you aren't eating anything.

"But he's clairvoyant." You say. "Couldn't he see that he was going to add too much sugar?"
Summer's manifestation giggled, as the tiger chomped up another sandwich. "I distracted him when he was pouring his sugar. I planned to pounce him, and then decided not to. He didn't notice."
"Now I feel bad." You say.
"Don't feel bad." Summer said. "He hides sweets everywhere in the station and never tells me where. Chocolate isn't bad for tigers, but he still won't tell me where his stashes are."

>>23529019
Oatmeal is fine when you don't put too much crap in it.

>>23529126
So if we both plan to, say, hold him down and tickle him when he gets back he'll know and try and run away?

>>23529126
"You're a devious person, it takes a lot of work to mess with a Clairvoyant that way."

>>23529126
"Can't you just get your own sweets?"
She has ridiculous amounts of cash and the ability to requisition anything from anywhere as well, right?

"You're a devious person." You say. "It takes a lot of work to mess with a clairvoyant that way."
She grinned.
"But can't you just get your own sweets?"
"If I did, then Damien wouldn't learn his lesson." She said. "I mean, I don't even need to buy things. Watch."

She focused... and a small chocolate bar appeared in your hand.
"There, see? It's still the fact that he doesn't let me know where they are, though."

>>23529267
"Is it alright to eat?"
Savour it.

Try to make that fluffy kitten plushy thing to show her.

>>23529267
Try the chocolate.

>>23529267
Try the chocolate.

"Well I'm guessing the reason he doesn't tell you is because once he tells you the game is over, it stops being fun."

"Is it alright to eat?"
"Of course." She responded.
You crunch down, and it was full of caramel. It wasn't very sweet, but very rich. You savor it for some time, licking your fingers.
"Well, I'm guessing the reason he doesn't tell you is because once he tells you, the game is over. It stops being fun."
"Maybe..." She said.

Damien took a seat, and started eating from the bowl again.
"Oh, I had a question!" Summer said.
"No, I'm not telling you." Damien said, with a slight grin.
"No, no, I wasn't asking about the snacks. I'm asking about your nightmare."
"Oh, right." He said. "It was just some black haired kid running from a girl, climbing fences, that sort of thing, planetside. Then she stabbed him. It wasn't a good dream."
Your gut suddenly clenched tightly.
You had a bad feeling about this.

>>23529424
"...That doesn't sit well with me."

>>23529424
"I feel a disturbance in the force."

>>23529424
Black haired? Can you describe him?
What did Alex look like again?

>>23529501
"I feel a disturbance in the Science."

"... That doesn't sit well with me." You say.
"Hm? why?" He asked.
"Can you describe him?" You ask.
"Uh... he had a thick jacket, spiked hair, and green eyes." He said.
"... Einstein, pull up that picture of Prometheus." you say.

Einstein projected the picture of Alex against the wall. He had short black hair, twinkling green eyes, and was grinning.
"Oh." Damien said, and his expression fell. "Then I suppose that wasn't a dream, then."
Quietly, unspoken, you clearly heard his thoughts.
Then I suppose that I get to fail again.

>End of thread!
>My twitter is @futureexabyte , and I'm always on the IRC (#Exabyte on Rizon).

>>23529617
dun dun DUUUUUUN

>>23529617
He said Nat broke his leg with her car. How long would that take to heal?

>>23529617
didn't he have his leg broken? how long does something like that take to get fixed in the future?

>>23529680
>how long does something like that take to get fixed in the future?

With all of the advances in medical science, it's usually between a few weeks to a month. And that's if he doesn't want to go with an incredibly invasive surgery that essentially welds his bones together, which would heal in a matter of days.

I wonder if the girl is Nadala. I hope not. Stabbing isn't indicative of a good relationship.

>>23529768
Excellent news.

>>23529921
We have lots of warning, he speaks the same language, and he believes us when we say we have psychic powers. So far so good.

>>23529997
Lets hope this doesn't follow the Novikov Self-Consistency principle.

>>23530136
We warn him away from Nadala, she takes the rejection badly and stabs him?

I hope that's not the case.

>>23530175
Perhaps that, or our attempts are utterly thwarted by a series of unlikely events, as dictated by the Novikov principle.

>>23529424
>"Oh, right." He said. "It was just some black haired kid running from a girl, climbing fences, that sort of thing, planetside. Then she stabbed him. It wasn't a good dream."

HAH
HAHAHA
LOOK AT ALL THIS BLOOD
You know who I am.
AT LEAST IT WASN'T A KITCHEN KNIFE.

>>23530136
While it seems to normally work out like that, he said he managed to save somebody once so there is hope.