The Matrix was inordinately pleased with themself and had been since completing their collaborative work with the Boston PRT. The introduction of Simple Scientific principles into the design of the G.E.C.K. had required assistance from my duplicates, but manufacture had been handled entirely by the Matrix.
Unlike a lot of my powers, the elements of Simple Scientific Solution weren't some mysterious force that could only be brought into existence by my direct intervention. They were actual scientific principles that could be introduced into any piece of technology, as long as it was devoted to addressing household needs. The designs could be distributed and even mass produced, though that still didn't bring me any closer to understanding how they worked.
Frankly, I was just lucky to be able to understand what the technology was doing to accomplish its usually mundane objectives. That 'what' was consistently disproportional complicated operations that worked through the very fabric of reality, all to the purpose of addressing mundane irritations. And composed of parts that could often be sourced from a local electronics store.
Frankly, it made me feel like a caveman who had somehow figured out a way to beat rocks into cutting edge microprocessors. You'd think that would have gotten less bad as my skill and understanding improved, but that just expanded what I could accomplish with Simple Scientific Solution and further increased the complexity of the underlying mechanics.
Still, the integration of that technology had ensured better operation of the issued G.E.C.K. as well as a guarantee that it would be impossible to reverse engineer and could not be used for anything other than household purposes. Renovations and landscaping, taken care of through a wide range nuclear terraformer.
Oh that is just a
comedic method of Blackboxing devices~ Also probably a very convenient one; doesn't take any additional effort.
The Matrix is a unique entity, even among the rest of the team. A nanotech gestalt hivemind composed of the combined processing power of their individual nanites working together to build greater complexity and linked through arcane forces and divine entanglements. Even with the spiritual complexity of their creation, I never expected them to be able to use spirit energy. And once they were able to, it was reasonable to assume that they wouldn't recover it in the same manner as I did.
Not exactly the same, but there were definitely shades of that 'work alongside' aspect that I enjoyed from the gym. The Matrix wasn't particularly interested in social aspects of interactions, but being able to assist with the kind of creation, improvement, and refinement that they were so passionate about, not just performing the work themselves but being able to facilitate and cultivate engagement from other people, that was what allowed them to recover their own spiritual reserves.
It was kind of funny. First I had a gray goo swarm that wouldn't self-replicate because of quality concerns, and then I had a manufacturing A.I. that was invested in engaging other people in the construction process. The nuance of allowing people to address their own problems and accounting for individual tastes and preferences wasn't the kind of thing you usually saw when this kind of A.I. was depicted in fiction.
Regardless, the consequence of the trip and the Matrix's engagement with it was complete restoration of the spiritual energy they had expended in assisting me with the construction of the medical nanites.
Thery're a Bespoke Artisan assistant.
"It is likely that the disruption associated with the defeat of the Slaughterhouse Nine will have an adverse impact on the stability of the communities affected by the ABB's actions and subsequent absence." The Matrix said.
"The Truce should apply while we deal with them, and afterwards too, but that's just for capes. They don't always follow it, and it won't apply to anyone else." Tetra added.
I nodded. They had both helped with the healing process and received their own insight into the situation. The Matrix with nanobots that had full technology of my healing nanites rolled into them and Tetra able to emulate the technology through subatomic scale fibers. Through that they both had a first hand view of the situation and knew how bad it could get.
"It's not something we can address directly." I said regretfully. "Responding to a gang breaking the terms we laid down in one thing, but throwing support behind a specific area or community is going to make it seem like we're claiming territory." It would also go against predictive models, and I would prefer to maintain that illusion of security for major organizations for as long as possible.
"It would be advantageous if we could act indirectly, through a third party." The Matrix said.
I nodded, but it wasn't that easy. This wasn't the kind of thing I could call in some of the debt from the Undersiders for, and it was outside their skill set anyway. It wasn't like there was anyone with a prior association that I could ask to…
You know, I should really see how Chen was doing. Preferably before any chaos associated with dealing with the Slaughterhouse Nine was unleashed on the city.
I think that Apeiron has at least two different groups, other then the Undersiders, that he could hire for this job just off of the top of my head.
"Shit." She said, "There's really everything here. You could do a paleo diet with food from the Paleolithic. Like, actual mammoth and stuff."
Which we might be able to clone. I mean, I had other ways of bringing back extinct megafauna, but this was still an unexpected avenue.
"So everyone can just pick from whatever they want?" Aisha asked, flicking through more options. "Even if it's the-"
"Maasai." Tetra said, making her own selection. From my awareness of the inventory of the Workshop, I registered the first delivery of groceries appearing in the shared kitchen of our residence in the 'Lofty Loft'.
"Maasai?" Aisha asked.
"Blood is part of their diet." She explained. "Mixed with milk, but I really wanted to try it since I found out."
Couldn't Joe have already acquired that as well though?
Meanwhile, Tybalt had already put in requests for food from the world Felynes originated from, which arrived with an impressive array of large cuts of meat. Based on his excitement, I doubted the delivery would actually last the week. Probably a consequence of the volume being calibrated to an adult human, rather than individually tailored.
Yeah that should pose no issue; they can make more of it.
"Couldn't you just do that in one go with the Kerbals?" Aisha asked. "I mean, they don't eat either."
"They already put their orders in for junk food from Wasteland." Tetra said.
"Really?" Aisha asked Tetra. "Why do they want…" She paused and looked back at the chemistry setup. "Preservatives and radioactive compounds, right? They're going to make rocket fuel out of Sugar Bombs and Nuka-Cola."
"Probably." I said. "What about you? Made your choice?"
"Yeah." She said, looking down at the screen and picking an option. "I want to see what counts as a grocery run in Lothlorien."
"Elf food?" I asked.
"Yeah. Well, it was going to be that or Khazad-dûm, but dwarf stuff will probably come with beer, so…"
"Yeah, not happening." I said. "Enjoy your elf groceries."
I still think that they could have gotten away with replicating that without resorting to a limited resource like those deliveries.
Also I'd think that Aisha could have drunk dwarven booze without getting drunk. It might be a bit heretical to the Dwarfs but it'd be
possible.
Actually, speaking of Dwarven Booze and Nuka-Cola, would this count as a limitless supply of fluids for the purposes of Pipes? Should they just have Nuke-Cola on tap now? Nuka-Cola and, of course, other drinks?
I checked through my awareness of the Workshop's inventory as the delivery arrived. "Huh. They have eight types of tea."
"Fuck yeah!" She explained, doing a little fist pump.
Only eight? That doesn't seem right. Is it a selection issue? Can they not stretch the variety to the breaking point, to the point of getting the smallest purchasable quantity of as many things as possible, by just brute-forcing the Brand selection? Joe should be able to flash-cultivate any that he has a single sample of.
Actually you know what? He could probably use those reconstruction nanomachines to reconstruct whatever plant they were harvested from. Could probably do the same with Tybalt's monster-stakes as well.
"Yes." I said, ignoring the implication and attempted guilt trip. "I want my violin."
"What?" She asked.
"My old violin? The one Mom's always threatening to donate since I stopped playing it? I want Dad to bring it for me." I said.
I wonder whether Joe will use that thing in the construction of a Super Weapon.
"God, I heard some people got them for helping with the roads around the Regency Center and stuff like that… Do you know how lucky you are?" She asked. Once again, the volume would probably have been ten times as much if she wasn't at the end of her lunch hour. "Please tell me it's still in the envelope?"
There was another sigh. "Jozef, you have no idea how lucky you were."
"Of course." She sounded more tired than irritated. "I'll take care of it. Just try to stay safe, and seriously, congratulations. That whole thing was incredible and you were lucky to be a part of it."
Christ this dumb bitch has a fixation on helplessness and luck; if preparations don't have anything to do with accomplishments then what is even the point of self-betterment? Shouldn't he just be investing everything into good-luck charms? Since apparently nothing else can result in achievements?
Yeah, even with my father, this had the potential to be extremely uncomfortable. Probably another subject for Dr. Campbell tonight. And at least the meandering delays of the Slaughterhouse Nine meant I got another session to try to work through the substantial backlog of issues that had cropped up in the last two days. And the unaddressed points from earlier. And anything that might come up from what I had to deal with during the rest of the day.
Suddenly an hour didn't seem like nearly enough time.
You know I'm sure that he'd be perfectly willing to extend Joe's session in return for spending some down-time in his temporally accelerated Workshop.