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mayfield_rpg2012-08-01 02:32 pm
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Operation 002 - Just what the doctor ordered
[Phone A - Filtered to Hol Horse]
Mr. Horse? This is Dr. Aston with a follow-up call. I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by my house so I can check on your progress? I know you seem to have fully recovered, but it's best to be safe, is it not?
[Phone B]
So, I have to ask, does anyone know how these postal deliveries arrive? I mean, yes, I received a package, as I understand is the norm, but I'm very concerned as to how the second item I received was already installed in my basement. Considering that the house is very well locked up when no one is home...
[Sigh.] No matter, I suppose.
Anyway, I have to say, working with humans has been an illuminating experience. Even as a medical professional, I rarely had interactions outside my own race back home. We weren't exactly the sharing type, and I can't say there's ever been a reason for an organic to ever need our assistance. Which, of course, leads to every experience here being new and exciting.
What puzzles me, though, is how resilient you humans are, in the face of having some of the least durable bodies I've encountered in my long history. Your internal skeletons can only maintain integrity under a certain amount of weight, and before then, many of your organs would fall prey to irreversible tears and ruptures. Your skins do next to nothing as far as protection goes, and your muscular systems...
And yet, your sheer force of will helps you survive even in the face of those odds. I find it strange that whatever forces designed you, would sacrifice physical toughness for an indomitable psyche. It's curious to no end.
Perhaps that's what I miss about working on my own mechanical brethren - everything was simple and easy to understand. Certainly, our systems were interconnected, but you could easily isolate a problem and replace a part before anything vital was affected. At this rate, I feel I might get rusty as far as the simpler workings of a synthetic being.
[Chuckle.] And I would hate to get rusty.
Mr. Horse? This is Dr. Aston with a follow-up call. I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by my house so I can check on your progress? I know you seem to have fully recovered, but it's best to be safe, is it not?
[Phone B]
So, I have to ask, does anyone know how these postal deliveries arrive? I mean, yes, I received a package, as I understand is the norm, but I'm very concerned as to how the second item I received was already installed in my basement. Considering that the house is very well locked up when no one is home...
[Sigh.] No matter, I suppose.
Anyway, I have to say, working with humans has been an illuminating experience. Even as a medical professional, I rarely had interactions outside my own race back home. We weren't exactly the sharing type, and I can't say there's ever been a reason for an organic to ever need our assistance. Which, of course, leads to every experience here being new and exciting.
What puzzles me, though, is how resilient you humans are, in the face of having some of the least durable bodies I've encountered in my long history. Your internal skeletons can only maintain integrity under a certain amount of weight, and before then, many of your organs would fall prey to irreversible tears and ruptures. Your skins do next to nothing as far as protection goes, and your muscular systems...
And yet, your sheer force of will helps you survive even in the face of those odds. I find it strange that whatever forces designed you, would sacrifice physical toughness for an indomitable psyche. It's curious to no end.
Perhaps that's what I miss about working on my own mechanical brethren - everything was simple and easy to understand. Certainly, our systems were interconnected, but you could easily isolate a problem and replace a part before anything vital was affected. At this rate, I feel I might get rusty as far as the simpler workings of a synthetic being.
[Chuckle.] And I would hate to get rusty.
Action?
Eventually, he hopped on his motorcycle, opting to leave the horse behind. After all, the fellow said this wouldn't take long. Finally arriving, he knocked on the door and waited.]
ACTION!
Ah, Mr. Horse! Good to see you. [He offered his hand.] You're looking well, always a good sign. Come in, come in. Would you like some coffee? Truth be told, I'm still not very good at making the stuff, but this batch at least seems palatable!
... ACTION!
Can't say I'm much of a coffee drinker...
[Stepping inside, he looked around rather quickly.]
Appreciate the hospitality, but I just wanna get this over with.
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Understandable. As I said, I won't take too much of your time. If you'd accompany me down to the basement?
[He begins descending the stairs, still talking and gesturing as he goes.]
I was fortunate in the most recent round of deliveries. At first, I was a little confused, as all I received was an image of my medical lab back aboard... back home. And that made little sense to me. But lo and behold, I was in luck. You see, a doctor is very little without his tools, and most of mine are unavailable.
This, however...
[He gestures towards the large medical station and computer taking up a wall of the basement.]
...will save me so much time and hassle.
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Hm?
[Finally, when they were downstairs... he looked over to what the other was pointing at. Hol blinked and tilted his head at it.]
Oh... okay. If... well, if ya say so. Kinda big.
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Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to take a few readings for now. Nothing invasive, don't worry.
no subject
[No one's asking him though, but he did go to sit down. One might say, he looked a little nervous.]