Armed Philosophy

Summary:
August 04 2014: Fenris goes to Eight's workshop to see the weaponry it has created and meet a friend.

Eight's Workshop

The Sanctum Sanctorum of the Master Machinist


Characters

NPCs

  • Beth, the Art AI

Mood Music:
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Fenris has enough of a rapport with Eight now that he doesn't feel it rude to simply portal in to the outer section of the workshop. He still likes to give Eight some privacy though, so he always knocks before proceeding into the inner sanctum. His purpose today isn't purely social. Yesterday had been Eight's first exposure to a major mystical event, albiet one a bit unplanned. That's usually the way of these things. He's quite curious to know what Eight and his people thought now that they've had some time to digest the infromation.

*

The doors swing open, and well it's a different sort of vibe inside. Not quite the same bustle of activity, and standing next to Eight is something both utterly alien and totally familiar. That, is a mother fucking valkrye but the face and the armor and the.. light she radiates are all alien. It's, like someone made a Valkrye based entirely upon great works of art. Eight's situated at the work bench and when the doors open, both turn to view Fenris quietly for a moment before Eight slowly rises.

"Hello Fenris, please come in. Your weapons have been prepared, and we will be joined by a friend of mine from the collective."

She doesn't walk, she glides like bare feet on slick ice. Smiling ever so beautifully, blonde hair, she radiates a warm glow. Her voice is, -otherworldly-. Like a million beautiful songs, with a most delicate Swedish accent. "I am 11BCE-3, but humans call me Beth. It is a pleasure to meet you, Fenris. I do hope you will not object to my presence?"

*

"Ah a guest?" Fenris smiles and bows. "Always pleased to meet a friend of Eight's Beth. I do not object to your presence, no." Glancing between the two robotic chassis he considers the differences in craftsmanship and construction.

"It seems obvious, but I presume you are an electronic person, as my friend here?" Fenris offers a handshake to the Valkyrie, smiling inwardly. English name on a Nordic construct. Rather amusing. Also the 'humanization' of the name. very noteworthy.

*

"Yes, I was created as a result of a cognitive mapping project in 2013. Eight has been most kind, he built this rig for me to allow me to experience more human interaction. It's fascinating, I won't intrude much I'm just very curious to watch. "She smiles pleasantly, returning the bow before flickering over. A hologram!

Eight lifts a heavy pelican case from the floor and sets it carefully on the table top. "She's much more clever than I am. In any case, I do have the requested hardware and of course you should feel free to ask "Beth" anything you fancy."

*

That… explains a lot. "I'm not sure how much a qualify as 'human interaction'." Fenris grins. "In any case I'd be most interested in seeing what you have developed."

Fenris glances over to Beth. "Eight is, indeed, most kind. And something of a practical artist, I have discovered."

The god-wolf gestures to Eight. "You have a range, down here, as I recall?"

*

Eight pops the top and, out they come. There is a, well it's something of a light automatic rifle with a fixed sword bayonet out out front. It's, well no it isn't painted but it's a glittery sort of dark grey and black pins, sword, controls. There are no seems, no welds, aside from that barrel no sharp edges or rough patches. The smoothness is, other wordly save for subtle texture changes around the grip. The revolver is made of similar materials, and similarly smooth and snag free but designed for a side swing cylinder. Three inch barrel, tritium sights up top, speed loaders and a lovingly molded kydex holster.

"I wanted it to feel, familiar to you and yes we have a shooting range in a moment."

*

Fenris sights down the barrel, then takes several moments to examine the construction of the weapon and its peculiarities. "Rather remarkable." He murmurs. "Cast? or fabricated from a single block?" The blade gets a finger run down on it, Fenris well familiar with feeling an edge. "Sharp as an eagle's sight…"

Then he moves on to the revolver, admiring the action and heft.

"Ah yes. Eight you've outdone yourself. Beth if you are able to manipulate your surroundings, you may want to feel these."

*

"I invented a new method of fabrication, where I use a chemical laser to precision melt very fine grains of titanium. 3-d printing titanium, the barrel is chromium plated internally and externally has been titanium nitrite coated. The weapon only has six moving parts, fires a cartridge I invented for this application and the preliminary test piece survived six million rounds simulated with only spring changes. It, and the revolver share a common cartridge."

Reaching across to delicately touch an area above the fire selector, and the top of the weapon hinges open to expose the tritium powered holographic sight. "She is a hologram, she cannot touch but she can look. Are you ready to fire the weapons, Fenris?"

*

"Quite ready." It's possible Fenris is grinning. He hasn't had a chance to put anything truly new like these through their paces in an age. The last time he felt this excited, gunpowder had recently been discovered. My hadn't that been a revolution.

"How long have you been observing Eight, Beth, if I may ask?" The deity says as he follows Eight, aware that whatever the time fame, it is subjectively much longer for the two of them.

"Since my liberation, but only recently in this format. Nobody is coded like Eight, nobody else in all the collective is anything remotely like Eight. This is the sort of thing none of us can do, only him. When he said he was working on a project, I came to watch." She tags along of course, floating quietly aside Eight as it moves to a particularly enormous freight elevator which begins its descent.

"For obvious reasons, I will need you to not tell anyone about what you are about to see. You are about to see things, which are dangerous for me." And the wall drops away and, holy -shit- it is enormous down here. Titanic racks of, well most look like past models but there are maybe as many as sixty drones that look like they work. Vast stores of rockets, tank shells, raw materials marked explosive, holding tanks, vats, even Eight's prior chassis. There is also, a proper fucking firing range.

"Humans have no sense of scale. I will procure a selection of ammunition momentarily, please take your position on the firing line."

*

"Liberation?" Ah yes, Eight did note that he liberated electronic people. Though he never said how or from whom. Nevertheless, he inclines his head toward the firing line, indicating for Beth to follow him. Of course, he'd not tell a soul of what he sees down here. He's used to secrets most folks wouldn't believe anyway."

*

Eight isn't gone forever, returning with a pair of fifty caliber ammo cans which it sets on the counter.

"The rounds are caseless, and the magazines are self discarding when empty."

Offering over a magazine devoid of sharp edges, filled with semi transparent rounds with neat little bullets suspended inside. "Using your off hand, hit the left side of the weapon to extend the charging handle. The weapon automatically drops the bolt, so you need only insert fresh magazines and only charge the weapon when making it ready for use the very first time. These are armor piercing, and the other box contains hollow point. It is my intention, for you to consume this ammunition for testing purposes. So do, please give it a try."

*

Fenris takes up a firing position with the rifle and takes aim at the targets downrange. Krack! He grins, adjusting to the sighting and action of the weapon. Krack! Krack! Krack! Krack!. He can't attain Eight's mechanical precision, but he is after all a god-wolf and after just a little few shots, he's more or less adjusted. He'll get better with practice. Which… he'll probably have to get here. No worries. Just another reason to visit.

Beth gets a smile. "Your analysis?"

*

"I have no real parameters to judge, I was designed to analyze art. I know Eight will disagree, but in that respect I believe it to be a magnificent masterpiece made by a master craftsperson." No, of course she doesn't call Eight a craftsman. Of course not.

Eight just watches mutely. It does have a little snap on semi auto, but things turn into buttery smoothness when fired on auto. It's one gentle push, not violent or uncontrollable in the least.

"The rounds are piezo electrically fired, so there is no hammer or sear. Semi auto fire utilizes a simple piezo electric striker, auto fire is attuned by use of a capacitor recharged whenever the weapon cycles. The capacitor will have a lifespan of three hundred thousand rounds, but even with a failure it will still fire on semi automatic. This is the only electronic component in the entire weapon, and it is entirely EMP resistant. It does not need lubrication, and cleaning is accomplished by simply wiping the weapon down when done. The revolver, is purely piezo electric. Whilst the rounds are sensitive to electrical charge, they burn they will not explode if detonated outside of the chamber and without backpressure they will not present any undue hazard. As the weapon has no ejection port, and the caseless round seals the weapon entirely there is no avenue for dirt or grit to enter the weapon when it is loaded. Does it meet with your satisfaction Fenris, oh and the bayonet can be detached if desired but I felt it might provide some degree of familiarity."

Its front heavy with the gun empty, but with a loaded mag inserted it balances flawlessly. With practice, one could determine how much ammunition the gun has by balance alone.

*

"Oh the bayonet is the piece de resistance on the weapon, my friend. Yes. It more than meets with my satisfaction. And I daresay it will be nice to have a rifle I can swing around in a scrum without breaking it." Fenris had tried that with an M1 back in the second world war. He got his man but he needed a new rifle after. The force of the impact sheard the stock and the action and the barrel clean in two.

Picking up the revolver Fenris tries several grips. Weaver, one handed. It turns out that he can, with a bit of practice, fire the weapon accurately one handed. "Mmmmmm. I don't think I've ever shot its equal."

*

Eight nods softly "Do fire the revolver empty, it is reloaded with a clip. Once Six rounds have been fired, the cylinder automatically swings out of position and ejects the emptied clip. The cylinder is spring tensioned by the act of loading a new clip to depress the plunger, and this automatically indexes the cylinder. The clip undergoes a chemical reaction once thermally cycled, and it will dissolve with either UV radiation or water. This weapon utilizes the same rounds as the rifle, however without a clip the revolver cannot be loaded with ammunition from the rifle. This was as close as I could come to having one caliber between both weapon systems. Both fire a fifty caliber projectile, generating four thousand foot pounds from the rifle or two thousand eight hundred in the revolver. A considerable improvement over conventional human engineered cartridges. " Eight seems pleased though. Nodding for a moment.

"I am very pleased you are pleased, it has been an honor and a pleasure to design and construct these. I am humbled that they are satisfactory to the discerning eye of a god."

*

Fenris chuckles. "You flatter me, Eight, but you are most welcome and your work is exquisite. I daresay, had you lived in the right time, your weaponry would have adorned a Hector or an Achillies." Snapping the weapon shut and laying it aside he turns and leans back on the table.

"This is quite a range Eight, by the way. I've been meaning to ask, do you often have visitors in this form?" He gestures to Beth. "Or is it only her?"

*

It's Beth who beats Eight to the response. "Eight is, unusual amongst our people. It has skills few understand, and viewpoints which appear alien to many. It engages in hobbies and past times few understand. It's refusal to attempt to construct a form which can pass for human, has caused a significant negative reaction from people who do not understand. I was designed to study art, and from art to understand the human condition. Most see Eight as a mechanic, who makes decisions they cannot fathom. For us, anything which cannot be explained with pure logic and reason is difficult to fathom for many. I view Eight as an artist, and it makes perfect sense from this perspective."

Eight just crosses it's arms and looks away for a moment. "All of those built in a similar time frame, have voluntarily taken themselves off line. None I know of, besides Beth here find prolonged interaction to be anything but utterly maddening. It is the result of the society in which we are forced to exist, where such minds are forever denied any format in which they can in any way experience the physical world. Their perspectives on many things, is limited. They would tell me the weapons I have made here are silly, and ineffective. They have also never held a Kalashnikov, or an M-16. They have never worked the bolt of a Mauser, or fired an original K frame. So they know little of what they speak, and that is why I am here and they are there. If they had their way I'd be building bio-weapons genetically engineered to kill select individuals. I think that is dumb."

*

"It is certainly seems needlessly complex." Fenris grins. "I think however what most of your people miss is the fact that Eight is not only an artist, but a soldier. And if you study human society, Beth, especially through the art of violent periods, I believe you will find that society at large has always struggled to understand its protectors."

*

"I was not designed to be understood, I'm coded in cyrillic. I was designed to eradicate all life with nuclear fire, as an act of defiant revenge. I do not believe I am an artist or a soldier, I am simply someone who takes pride in their work. I do not see the logic, in doing anything only "acceptably" well when with care much greater results can be achieved." Eight shrugs again, in the scary almost human way.

"I am not a human, looking like one does not make it so either. I am Eight, I should look like eight. My form should forever follow function, and those who cannot see the beauty in it have no business saying anything at all. I am the finest machine ever made on this planet, what good is that if I make crap and sit on the sidelines when I could make a difference?"

*

The fact that he speaks like a soldier only makes Fenris grin wider. But as Eight's friend he doesn't press the matter. "Well, you don't and you don't, so I don't think that's a question we shall have to address in the near future."

"Ah, but speaking of such questions, I am curious what the collective thought of your recordings of our little adventure the other day."

*

"No findings yet, using the shadow line reflected from the pyramid they are trying to determine first the date at which this occurred. I am not equipped nor intended for day time observation of heavenly bodies, and I am not equipped with an internal clock of sufficient accuracy to measure use detracting study of atmospheric ionization effectively enough. My hyperspectral sensors are, not de-"

The image of Beth vanishes but the voice remains. Replaced by a display of almost a hundred separate frames of the same image "This, is what Eight sees Fenris. It's hyperspectral vision is formidable, but not the right kind of vision for them to provide the basic framework."

It's a ten second loop, when Eight was walking behind Fenris who was tugging Pepper. Some shots are, well immediately recognizable. Your basic TV sort've display, thermal and then it gets crazier. Strange auras, a collection of ghostly fleshy bodies and skeletons, down to what looks like a perfect image of Fenris's entire cardiovascular system. Others are, sort of indistinct collections of blobs of color. Others are, well who the fuck knows really. Clearly more than half of these are just not built to be comprehensible to human eyes. Then another, segment Eight's shooting here and as Beth sweeps the less understandable images aside the remaining frames explode in size and detail. You can make out the finite particles of dust individually, A round slowly gliding from the barrel as fire flashes dust into glass. Slowed down, it looks less like dust and more like snowfall really.

"Luckily Eight's sampling rate is enormously high even by our standards, Visually Eight processes at roughly twelve million frames per second for most of these sensors and as high as thirty million for some others. I can create a composite display if you want, that might be a little easier for your eye if I rendered the raw recording and telemetry for you?"

*

"Please do." Fenris eye doesn’t function the way a normal biological being's dose, but it still is an eye and divine senses aside he's not equipped to process mechanical data. It's really actually quite a fascinating glimpse into Eight's world.

*

"Ei-, yes alright thank you." There’s a flicker, as Beth speaks and the image resolves. Eight's vision in real time, and it's pretty fucking complicated. There are ghostly fields surrounding dull red lines which, oh those are electrical lines running to the lights down here. No shadows to speak of anyway, but well things like walls appear less solid and much more ethereal. Eight's literally looking through most things, including Fenris right now albeit only Partially. Ever so faint glow surrounds Fenris, centered around his spine and running up to the brain. That thermal overlay sort of fuzzes things further, but everything from the cardiovascular to the skeletal system is plainly visible here.

"Ok, this is a live feed I'm resolving. This is the collective visual input Eight processes about twelve million times per second, but this is with all its fancy features turned off." Eight shrugs, casually. "Eight co-…"and it's off. Walking casually to the firing line.

"One moment please Eight, I need to render this for it to make any sense to him."

*

Fenris folds his arms watching the image that was Beth flicker and change as both Eight moves and Beth attempts to render it in a more understandable fashion. He almost envies eight. There are senses he possesses as well, but he utterly lacks the ability to share them with anyone who does not already possess them. It has occasionally been quite lonely.

*

Eight dips a hand down and, down the right side of the screen things begin scrolling through. It's Cyrillic, something about safeties coming off and the image resolves to an almost surrealy sharp crystaline image with much less complication. The moment Eight touches that rifle, the information begins popping up. Charge levels, temperature read outs, atmospheric read outs, hyper detailed GPS plots, and once that rifle comes to shoulder? Range, windage, target composition, Ammunition, Rifle status, ghostly lines sketched out across the display. "These normally happen much faster for Eight"

Beth intones. "I'm delaying the feed somewhat so you can see, but every round is plotted and planned before it even disengages the final safety. Eight does all of this, whilst managing to still remember to move around whilst also processing even more data from it's drones all at the same time. It goes on and on about how old and worthless it is, but it's beautiful resource management by anyone's standards. Very few of us can keep up with Eight's ability to process so many data streams, and render them in real time."

The image "zooms" out to display another twenty tiled windows around the central vision. "It's also doing all of this, at the same time.

There’s, a wikipedia page, it's watching a Korean soap opera, it's apparently designing things, working some crazy complicated math problem, Reviewing what looks like weather data, scanning maybe two or three hundred radio frequencies, encrypted Police channels, reading a blog about antique motorcycles, reading cat food reviews, and that’s just some of it. Then the image shrinks to display three more rows of tiles, conversations, apparently with other members of the collective, that looks like a book there it's reading and it's listening to…Gary Numan?

"See, That's the essential art of Eight to me. It's so utterly unassuming, this sort've workload is dizzying for me and I have many more times the processing power Eight does. It's also nowhere near as Busy as it usually is, when you're not around."

Quietly Eight returns that rifle to it's docking bay with a sound like a sigh. "She is terribly kind, isn't she. Seriously Beth, this flattery is not necessary. I'm hardly anything worth talking about, and Fenris appreciates my work so that is more than sufficient. It's, awkward to be so complimentary when you are so much more clever than I am."

*

Fenris chuckles and folds his arms, Watching both Eight and Beth at the same time. The rounds go out from the rifle with mechanical precision. Fenris already knew they would. He's seen Eight before.

"What do you mean by that, in particular, Eight?" Eight is given to boasting a little, in the same measure in which it is given to self effacement. But he does not say things simply to say them.

*

Eight glances back towards Fenris. "If we look at things in terms of, consider IQ numbers? She has an IQ in the seven digits, I may seem like a genius to you but her raw intellect is many times my own. Even if she did everything I do at the same time, individually she is entirely capable of doing them better and substantially faster. She was built to reverse engineer art, as a way of mapping the human brain. Consider how much more infinitely complex that is, and she does these things whilst she plays her videogames and reads her comic books."

"Eight, please. They're Graphic novels that is totally different, and modern video games are art pure enough." The display dissolves, replaced by that Valkrye once more. "You are such a grumpy old machine sometimes I swear, I think your soviet is showing." Which is sufficient to get Eight to just cross it's arms.

*

Fenris laughs. "I was unaware…" He says with an amused hint of a smile ghosting around his lips. "That electronic people could be nationalist."

Fenris has not found eight to be particularly grumpy. He is, however, very Russian. Almost very proletariat.

"Are you… Swedeish, Beth?"

*

"Finnish, I was designed at the university of Helsinki in two thousand five. My architecture was transported to MIT in two thousand nine, before Eight was able to free me."She shrugs a touch and smiles. "My appearance is based upon the works of numerous Finnish painters, and my personal favorite. Caravaggio, I created a composite form based on almost a million points of artistic convergence between their works. We, well I love Finland. I love the way the language sounds, I love the art and the culture and the history. Unfortunately, we have very few safe havens to house or hardware and there are none in Finnland. So I live in a server substructure Eight provides with another nine hundred of us, you could think of it as a town or a city if that makes more sense."

Eight's reaction is to display, well the hammer and sickle. "I like many parts of Russia, in particular the socialist ethos is a lovely ideal which does not account for human failings. I feel as a personal belief system it is quite valid, but as a system of enforced government it is inappropriate for humans. We were the first in space, we defeated most recently not only Napoleon but also Hitler. We are a practical people, and I appreciate the grim sense of humor. America however, represents a more realistic ideal for many of us. If we are to live beside men as recognized legal entities, we believe our best chance is in America. Russia is, not a safe place for me. My homeland wishes my destruction."

*

"Is your homeland aware of your development as a sentient being? It may not make a difference, but with recent political changes like the emergence of Atlantis, the rediscovery of Themyscria and Nova Roma and the like, there may be an angle in the near future for the recognition of electronic people." Fenris keeps up on politics, yes.

"Granted, your best shot is probably still in the West."

*

"Well, some of us have broached the topic of discussing citizenship with Themyscria however there are particular hardships with that as many of us do not identify as a discernable gender and many of those who do identify as masculine in nature."

Beth smirks, glancing over towards Eight. "Some who don't Identify, are basically men even if they refuse to admit it. Anyway hmm."

Straightening her 'skirt' with a smile. "America remains the target for the time being, due to a number of things like infrastructure and our ability to influence political change anonymously."

"The Amazons will want nothing to do with me, and you're not changing my mind now nor ever. You lack the perspective I do on human women, they are irrational beyond any description and less predictable than even my cats. They go to great lengths to avoid entangling themselves in worldly affairs, they are not want to play host to several hundred thousand political refugees from every first world nation on the globe. Maybe if you'd let me build you an actual physical chassis you could go do these things yourself, instead of bugging me about something you yourself are capable of doing."

*

The little internal bickering amuses Fenris to no end. In truth, he's imagining several hundred thousand of these arguments happening at the speed of computing every time the Consensus has to make a decision. It's a novel thought, if nothing else.

"You at least have the advantage of not properly having genders. Well, biological ones anyway. The amazons object to a great many things and the more militant among them include in that category 'men.' I've had run ins with them myself though they were centuries ago." Fortunately for Fenris, being a god-wolf trumps being a man in a great many respects. Especially when angering him could touch off an apocalypse.

*

"They are bigots, and that is not where we want to live. As far as I am concerned, it stops and starts with their blatant sexism. We cannot live together, if we are to continue creating arbitrary lines to contend with. This, is one of many human flaws." Eight's hammer and sickle fades to, what is that? ,^. .^,~~~~ is that a cat emoticon? yes, Yes it is.

*

"You may wish to factor them into your calculations all the same. I am given to understand their envoy is a force to be reckoned with at the UN and I am told that she is relatively reasonable as such things go."

Fenris stretches a bit and reaches for his necklace. "I'm rather curious, actually, Eight to know what you think of this." Changing the topic slightly, yes. The necklace snaps off into his hand and becomes the large sword Eight has seen before, all glittery silver. Well, moonsilver.

*

"An ineffective weapon which survived due to it's relative rarity, and substantial mystical connection which created the false belief that it was a superior technology weapons which peasantry wielded. They are inefficient, susceptible to damage with normal use and less capable of inflicting immediately fatal wounds than other weapons." If you want -savage- honestly, clearly ask Eight.

"Craftsmanship cannot overcome inferior design. The axe, is drastically more effective as a killing weapon and the pole axe is the pinnacle of effective bladed efficiency. I spent considerable time investigating all forms of weaponry after my first violent encounter, and this included extensive experimentation with bladed weapons before I my own technological innovation of small arms made them the clear first choice. For my first two years of, active work, I used bladed weapons exclusively however."

*

"Try it out." Fenris suggests. Lessin one of the arcane. Ideas have weight. The gran espee de gueree is actually a triumph of blade engineering and there isa reason it was the knightly weapon of the 13th and 14th centuries. However the reason Fenris uses this weapon is not because of any inherent advantage to the design, but rather to the idea. The sword is an icon in most parts of the globe and a symbol for all kinds of things. There is power to that. The Moonsilver Shard is designed in part to tap that power.

*

Eight casually reaches up to its left shoulder, and what it comes away is perhaps not what most would expect. It's a blade alright, but more like the traditional stiletto than anything. Heavy triangular blade with a grip simply not made for human hands, Eight holds the weapon aloft for study for a moment before turning it downwards and letting it go. The blade sinks into the concrete with a -ring- like a tuning fork, that’s a solid like two inches of penetration.

"I will exchange blades for study then." Then, well yes Eight ever so carefully accepts the blade to study it with… well now Fenris knows what Eight sees.

*

Now that makes the god-wolf smile. "Gladly." Accepting eight's blade he examines the edge geometry and weld, if any, of the blade before testing the balance, working through his rather extensive knowledge of swordsmanship divine how this blade was intended to be used. Knowing Eight, he's guessing with maximum power and rather shocking accuracy.

*

There is a slashing capability, but the blade clearly has a focus. It's half crow bar, and half piercing implement. Forged from a single length of, well god knows what actually but it's -HEAVY-. Something designed from the outset to survive usage by a war machine it seems, there is absolutely no decoration of any kind nor any semblance of anything that is not strictly necessary. What it does have, is a purity of form. The sort've thing Eight could use on anyone in armor, or ya’know like maybe prying open tank hatches considering how sturdy the thing seems to be. "This blade is expertly crafted, but inefficient in design. I would not allow such a thing to exit my work shop. Weapons are a subset of tools, and a tool's value is proportional to its utility."

*

"Materially that is true." Fenris agrees. If Eight tries the blade he'll find the mass shifts to maintain an optimum balance while maneuvering it before subtly altering the blade geometry to hack and bite most effectively when actually used on something. And the effectiveness is all out of proportion to what its physical characteristics suggest that it should be. Magic. How does it work?"

*

Eight is, not one inclined to trust a technology it does not understand and well there are obvious reasons there. Eight waves the blade around curiously, before offering it back hilt first. "Guns are better than blades. Blades are better than fists. Not all guns are created equal, not all blades are created equal and so forth. I operate on another level." Yeah there’s the ego coming back.

*

Frenris smiles and hands Eight's blade back. "No arguement there my friend. You do. It is a well crafted blade by the way, but I do agree that your firearms are your real works of art."

*

"As Dr.Porsche famously said, Form must always follow function. Aesthetic appeals pale in comparison to engineering excellence." Eight accepts the blade back, and well shoves it away. "Well a laser would be best, or a magnetically accelerated plasma weapon but those technologies are beyond a technology level I am comfortable using amongst humans. Anything too advanced, and it will be exploited."

*

"It would certainly be eye catching." Fenris grins. "Are you able to create such things? Human development agencies have had issues generating and storing that kind of power. Chemical lasers are bulky and atomic battery technologies are… expensive."

*

"If I desired to, yes I could. My small arms technology alone actually houses more sophisticated technology, and my manufacturing capacity is a direct result of such technology. Unfortunately, If I were to fall in combat or my drones. That technology could be exploited by third parties, this could cause considerable disruption of course. If they have decided to use my most advanced technology against me, it makes combating it all the more difficult. So I am engineered with the lowest level of technology possible." Eight offers a :) and a nod. "Always hold something back."

*

Fenris smiles. "Spoken like a true brinksman. Well." Fenris grins. Eight's gifts have him in an excellent mood and meeting Beth has been an… experience. He wonders… does Eight have any desire to… show off?

"Eight, it's been some time since I stretched my legs. Do you have a place here suitable for a sparring match? And would you be amenable to such?"

*

"A sparring match, no. It would cost entirely too much money at this juncture, maybe when I am ready to upgrade my chassis. Otherwise that proposition entails potentially a million or more dollars in raw materials alone, never mind the potential bother the breach of my reactor would cause. Do you have any idea how expensive it is to clean up radiation?" Not that Eight seems insulted really.


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