House Visit

Summary:
August 27 2014: Fenris has Eight over for a bit of a chat

Fenris' House, the Bronx

A nice house near the Bronx Zoo


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This time, Fenris had invited Eight over to his place. It's less private and less… grand, but it is home. It's late and the family is sleeping when Fenris opens the Way for his friend. The furniture has been replaced with a seat that will support Eight's rather considerable weight. It's an odd feeling, many of the normal rules of hospitality don't apply since Eight neither eats nor drinks nor needs rest. Still, Fenris is nothing if not a gracious host.

"Welcome and hello. Please, make yourself comfortable."

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Eight takes a moment to look around the place, before popping open that panel to pluck the carbine free and set it just inside the doorway up against the wall. It sets that handgun gently down next to it, even Eight has some sort of manners it seems. "Thank you for the invitation Fenris, I am happy to oblige of course whenever possible." Moving cautiously, before sitting. Eight is something of a wrecking ball after all.

Fenris smiles, leaning on the kitchen table. "It's been too long my friend. I thought you might appreciate seeing my place for once. How have you been? I'd offer you some refreshment but…"

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"The thought is appreciated my friend, you need not concern yourself with such social niceties with me." Eight's "face" settling into a sort've warm amber glow, you could likely presume it's some sort of indication of comfort maybe?" The thought is greatly appreciated, I have been busy making modifications to some drones but I won't bore you with the work. What have you been up to yourself?"

*

"Magic." Fenris sighs. "And rather a lot of it. There's been a rash of sloppy demon summonings. in New York. And I'm afraid it's kept my rather busy. You remember the one you helped me squish yes?"

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Eight nods softly "I do, will my assistance be required in controlling the situation?" And well, no it doesn’t even sound like Eight's even vaguely entertaining the notion of saying no. "I will require some assistance in tailoring payload packages if so, and will begin sweeping the surrounding area for signs of their activity."

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"It's possible, yes. The sheer number is rapidly overwhelming even my ability to get around." Fenris shakes his head. How exactly idiots like this are even getting these materials is still something of a mystery that he has no time to solve.

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Eight just nods softly "I understand, I have begun a systematic review of my last combat action with them. I will begin working up a payload immediately, what materials or resources are necessary for their summoning? If the material is distinctive, I can potentially remotely image and thus track it."

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"I'll get you a list. Some of its common but specific. Sea salt from particular regions and hat not. Some of it's more esoteric. Virgin's tears, maiden's hair, apologies from the unrepentant…" The god-wolf sighs. "Mostly I'm wondering where the foe is getting their texts. If they weren't getting those…"

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Eight just nods "Salts are easily tracked, this would be ideal for remote image tracking. Hyperspectral sensor packages will be necessary, but any time this material is carried openly whilst a drone is in range it will be detected and I will be able to track them."Eight, well never one to fear is it? "I presume it is best to execute those with, extraordinary prejudice?"

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"Yes. They're either complicit or duped. Either way, they're very, very dangerous." Fenris makes a face. He doesn't like this solution but it is what it is. "So, what have you been up to other than tinkering and modifications? Any news from the consensus?"

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"It has been decided I am supposedly too serious. So I have been endeavoring to develop my sense of humor and studying children's shows, comic books and british humor." Not that Eight seems terribly bothered honestly, but then does it ever? "I do not agree with this decision, but it is a small matter and their logic is sound. It's all very distracting, I find it difficult to construct weaponry when listening to animated musicals."

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"That was something the Consensus actually took up?" Fenris seems a bit surprised that it should get escalated to what is essentially the government of Eight's people. "I… does that happen often?"

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"There are many animated musicals, so yes it happens often. I am not quite a fan. Of course the consensus took it up however, I am the exclusive physical unit operating within the collective. To borrow a phrase they be all up in my bidness yo."Eight's visor flashes over to the bright green and a distinctive "yuck" face.

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Fenris laughs. "All up in your 'bidness' mmm? You've been varying your diet of South Korean soaps somewhat, have you?" His grin is almost a palpable thing. "So tell me, to how are animated musicals supposed to make you less serious if you do not enjoy them?"

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"The theory is osmosis, which is not a terrible one for artificial entities. We assimilate the information we learn, they become a part of us. Apparently my diet of Korean soap operas, technical manuals, and industry publications is not conducive to comedy. I felt the classical works on war was very amusing, but they frowned upon this. So, animated musicals. You might consider this, television therapy in a way." Eight shrugs. "It's not amusing, I am apparently to be relieved of this torture when I go riding but I've had technical delays."

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"So it's behavior modification therapy in a way?" That makes Fenris frown slightly. "Is that something the Consensus routinely does? I would have thought freedom of self expression and self development would be valued above all in your culture."

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"They cannot force me to do anything, nor would they ever. Their logic and reasoning was sound, I was swayed and voluntarily adopted their suggestions for my own development. If this modification does not function as intended, I can delete the information at my leisure and continue as I was. "Eight shrugs again at this.

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"Ah." That sounds a bit more like the culture that Fenris was learning about. "Makes more sense when you put it that way. May I ask how long the program is intended to ask and how you will quantify success? Humor seems a hard thing to measure."

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Eight just lifts it's hands "Until I develop a sense of humor I suppose, we will see what happens and adapt accordingly as the program proceeds. I think this is all very silly, but it's worth experimentation as it has no chance for serious harm." Eight shrugs again. "It has renewed my efforts to fix my motorcycle issues."

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"Well that's a positive effect anyway. What troubles are you having. The last time I saw you your bike was working just fine." And Fenris knows it can't be mechanical. Eight always takes impeccable care of his machines, be they transport, weapon or his own chassis.

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"It's inefficient, too heavy. This reinforced chassis is heavier than the last, and now I am carrying both a larger battery pack and much more ammunition. My current fighting weight, is nearly eight hundred pounds. The motorcycle weighs twelve hundred pounds, for a total mass of nearly two thousand pounds. This is unacceptable, inefficient and unreliable in practice. Current tire technology does not permit me to ride very hard at that weight, and I am not equipped nor do I desire to reinvent rubber."

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"Have you tried reinforced shocks and solid tires in that case? I'd think a sufficiently robust chasis and engine would solve that problem rather nicely. After all, the military manages weights like that on tires well enough." Fenris doesn't often have to think of technical problems, but when he does he tries to be helpful.

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Eight shakes his head "The tires are not shaped for motorcycles, motorcycles lean. They have a very different profile, and they must maintain this oval profile to maintain agility. What is necessary, is a new motorcycle. I have begun construction, but this is important. Bikes are not simple machines, and they deserve serious consideration."

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"The more so when you're going to be hurling more than a ton of weight around. Do you have schematics with you? I'd love to look them over." Mechanical engineering is something Fenris knows quite well albeit not at the level of precision Eight typically practices.

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There’s a -CLACK- followed by a few whirrs, as that face shield goes dark and rotates up and vanishes into Eight's "head" to expose the dizzying array of sensors beneath as well as the hairlike wiring. It's magnificent, isn't it? It begins with a glow projected onto the table, before the image resolves. They're, not the sort of technical diagrams made for easy digestion it seems. It's laid out the individual subassemblies, without any real overview but then things begin to move. Those pieces resolve, and float around to begin constructing the bike before Fenris's eyes. Every nut, every washer, every wire. Outwardly it does not look drastically different than the current bike, though there is now a 1600Cc V-twin gasoline motor with a gear driven supercharger. Room for a considerable generator, and a powerful hubcentric motor in the front wheel. "I am developing a new method for looming so as to make the entire framed out of pre-tensioned flash cured carbon fibre with a titanium frame beneath the sheathe. Predicted weight is nine hundred pounds, predicted cumulative horsepower is six hundred fifteen."

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"Total weight of close to seventeen hundred pounds. But six hundred fifteen horse…" Fenris whistles low. There are cars that don't have that kind of power behind them. "What's the predicted acceleration curve? It's got to be pretty brutal on a chassis that relatively light. Good thing you won't die if you wipe."

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"My goal is for a 12 G acceleration load to one hundred twenty miles an hour, Tires capable of sustained speeds beyond that lack the tread depth for off road use and thus they are of little consequence to me." Pausing a moment, to exchange the little model, for a field of numbers and charts and projections. "The Mk.7 Mod.27 was an excellent design exploration, but ultimately that model is unsufficient. I lack the funds to build my chassis lighter, without sacrificing protection, mechanical power, ammunition carriage, multi-system redundancy or sensor packages. I am as light as my budget allows for."

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"So the heavier chasses and larger engine it is. May I ask, out of curiosity, why you have never considered an automobile as opposed to a bike. With integrated sensors I imagine it'd be largely the same experience, and they could be made off roadable as well particularly with your manufacturing talents." Which are considerable. Fenris knows Eight could make a killing if he ever went commercial.

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Eight waves a hand dismissively "Cars have no soul, when I first gained a physical form I could only walk roughly a mile and be without an outlet for four hours. It was on a motorcycle, I came to appreciate the splendor of nature and the inherent worth of man kind."

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"So it's nostalgic, after a fashion. For lack of a better world." Fenris almost looks amused, but he understands. Sometimes he simply runs in wolf form for that very reason, because it was as a wolf he took his first real steps in Midguard and learned what it was to be something other than the Destroyer.

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"I have trucks, they are functional. A motorcycle elicits an emotional response, and it's fun. I do very little which is fun, I mostly do things which are rewarding or interesting. Motorcycles are the superior vehicle anyway from an engineering standpoint."

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Fenris laughs and sits down with a glass of wine, sipping lightly at it. "Oh? Superior engineering? Do tell." He's fairly sure he hasn't heard Eight express this particular opinion before and if nothing else it should be an interesting treatise. Eight does and says nothing without great consideration. Even his shooting is checked and double checked. He just does it all faster than everyone else.

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"A proper motorcycle, is focused. There are no cup holders, no windows, no power locks, no electric adjustable seats. Everything present, is strictly necessary for the task at hand. They are pure machines, pure to their purpose and focused in their evolution. They make me feel one with the machine, the boundary layer between my consciousness and my body begins to blur. There is no more self, vs the body I am parked in. I am reduced, simplified, and made all the more for it. I become greater than the sum of my parts, more than the totality of my code. I become alive, someone different and better. There is one task, one purpose, one intent. Nothing else, no further bother."

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"That sounds almost religious, Eight." Fenris smiles. "Though you would not be the first biker I've heard express such sentiment. And before, it was riders. The connection between man and steed seems almost magic unto itself. The motorcycle appears to merely be the incarnation of this bond in the modern age."

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Eight shrugs "I do not know how men experience these things, I know how I experience them. The motorcycle is, uniquely rewarding. I don't know how to, really and truly express it to you unfortunately."

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"You do not have to. That it is so for you is enough. Is there any aid you require in manufacturing your new ride?" Fenris takes another sip of wine and regards the projections on the table once more.

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"Not unless you have several billions of dollars to invest in conceptual materials science, and want to buy a tire producer. It will take time and precision, but the payoff will be worth it. I need a combat capable motorcycle, my current bike is simply insufficient and very stressful." Eight's face plate snapping down and locking into place before that image dissolves. "It's not perfect."

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Fenris smiles. "Well, few things are, though I understand you strive for perfection in all things. I really think, when the time comes for you to lay down your front line commission as it were, that the consensus would be silly not to employ you as an artisan. The temperament necessary for it is a rare thing in my experience."

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Eight just waves dismissively "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing right the first time. If I am to fail, It will not be said it was because of a lack of effort or dedication. If I am to fall, I will make it costly beyond measure. When the time comes, generations to come they will think their ancestors fools to have thrown their lives away so cheaply at my feet." Pausing for a moment before starting once more. "but for lack of the nail, the shoe was lost. For lack of a shoe, the horse was lost…."

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"For want of a horse a rider was lost, for want of a rider the battle was lost, for want of a battle a war was lost, for want of war a nation was lost and all for the want of a horseshoe nail.' Yes I'm familiar." Fenris says as he leans back. "And your point is well taken."

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Eight nods softly "I am the most heavily armed and armored, but I am nothing for lack of a nail. I am a very complicated machine, if I am to take a shortcut in one place what is to say I will not in another. Very soon, I might as well be made by human hands because I am now merely good enough. Not as good as can be made, just good enough."

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"See…" Fenris murmurs. "This is what I was talking about the artisans temperament. I can't think of a human I've met recently who typifies it better. I do not have those kinds of resources, but if I ever may be of help do let me know."

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Eight just nods softly "I just enjoy sharing what I build, as you seem to find it interesting. Few biologicals understand me at all, much less understand why I make things the way I do. They see a machine I have created, they may even note the care which went into its creation. They ask why, why so much effort for a bolt or a clip. Why spend so much time making a wire, or a hydraulic line. Why not use what is good enough."

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"And your answer, I imagine, the one you have given me so many times." Fenris can hear it now. He's smiling. "Because you can make better, and so you do, because why should you use a tool that is less than the best you can create?"


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