5.6
Okay, power, this would be a
really good time to actually cooperate.
I start out uncertain how to go about this, then decide to get a little organized, grabbing one of my many pens and some paper and writing down...
Taylor health?
Shield?
Speed?
Drones?
… as the order I want to go through this. Taylor first because health is a priority on multiple levels. Then shield guy because he's the one I'm most concerned will, like, block literally my entire current arsenal because fuck you, and Taylor went into enough detail if any inspiration will strike off
detail level, it'll be for him. Then speedster lady because she seems like the only one maybe more directly
dangerous than just their gun-carrying minions. Drone guy last because tinkers are adaptive: if I come up with a broad counter to his shit first, then they attack and we drive 'em off but don't deal with
him in a permanent way (Killing. I'm talking about his death), I have this distressing suspicion his next wave of tech will be hardened against that answer, whereas I'm reasonably confident the other capes
won't do anything equivalent.
… hopefully.
Once the list is written, it also crystalizes in my head that I
should be able to come up with at least a partial fix for Taylor relatively readily, given it's, like, bacterial infections and I've already built a broad answer to that type of issue. A variation on that should be comparatively easy, I'd think. So that's another reason to prioritize Taylor first, especially if tinker creativity is at all like regular creativity.
… actually, I've made multiple variations now that I think about it. There was that... uuuhh... well, I didn't want to use it because it did tissue damage, at least according to my power, and who knows where
that grenade ended up in all this chaos... point is, I've made more than one anti-bacterial grenade. Promising for the potential for one better-suited to this situation? Maybe? Or maybe not. I've made a
lot of distinct tinkertech devices, but looking back, variation on individual ideas is something I've consistently struggled with. I didn't really question it with stuff like the time stop grenades, because time stopping isn't something that lends itself to fine gradation, but like I've got the
one 'frost bomb' concept. Like yeah I can load it into claymores, mines, bouncing betties, grenades, and other delivery mechanisms, but it's really just the one device drawing arctic ice from other dimensions as far as the, uh, 'exotic' component. I've not fiddled with it to try to draw, I dunno, black ice? Frozen juice? Really, you'd think 'portal in a specific class of object' would be pretty easy to tune to different ideas.
Hmmm.
In fact, thinking back: why the
fuck did
this attempt at a medical scanner with a screen and all work out? Back when I made the tinkertech earring I couldn't get my power to cooperate on making anything more medically useful! I... don't
think I got inspiration from another tinker or power since then... if I did, I didn't
notice...
… but tinker fugues. Fuck, maybe I did?
I'm also dimly remembering WoGs talking about Worm capes having shades of level-up mechanics to them, where tinkers would be rewarded with more designs for getting into conflict and whatnot. I tend to forget about it because canon didn't allude to such, even when we had parahuman science sorts doing infodumps about parahuman mechanics, but I also know that people noticed that in canon Taylor overall improved over the course of the story in ways that couldn't be explained by skill improvements. More range, that was the big one. I think some people blamed some of her later bug feats on that, too, though I always assumed that was just the author screwing up. So. Maybe my shard didn't give me it before because I hadn't gotten into enough fights and all? That
was before I participated in anything overtly cape-y...
Also occurring to me is that... I was thinking just minutes ago about how later canon was increasingly bad about tinkers just getting able to fab up the right answer when they
needed it. That... might actually be a tinker shard truism. Especially given how fanfic was really prone to it. "Nah, Bakuda," my shard was saying before. "You don't actually
need a medical scanner for helping other people, so you're not getting one." And now I actually
do need one to diagnose Taylor, so suddenly I can make one.
Even if it's not a
general shard truism, it sure as hell fits with the rest of my Abaddon missile theory, because in that theory Taylor is somehow Mission Critical, and my shard is liable to contrive ways to keep her alive.
So: great! I have a minimum of
three theories for why I suddenly
can build this thing, with no obvious way to eliminate any particular explanation! Great fucking think!
At least I wasn't physically idle while burning brain time on this unhelpful thought process. Busily organizing parts and stuff.
… come to think, I haven't eaten yet. I really should. Okay,
fine, food first, what cookable meal do I have in the fridge or freezer-
...
I slam the freezer door shut, and turn around and go to my snack pile instead.
Okay, so, finding a smiley face giving a thumbs-up, drawn on the back of the inside of the freezer in that same hide-it-from-capes effect is
incredibly creepy. Especially since it reminds me of that one emoticon where I was never sure if the thumbs-up was meant to be sincere or sarcastic.
On the other hand, it's... good news? Maybe? It certainly seems to suggest Cauldron isn't going to just drop support for me because Taylor's around, and more precisely that they're making an effort to keep having that support be invisible to Taylor. I...
guess Doormaker opened a portal
inside the freezer, and then somebody drew the image through the portal... and that
would keep it out of Taylor's awareness even with all the bugs, since a freezer is too cold for most bugs to be at all comfortable heading inside. I know from experience that even the most aggressive of roaches are extremely reluctant to enter a freezer, even if there's an open container of food inside that's starting to go bad, and other bugs are even less eager to brave the cold. Doesn't really solve the part where I need
supplies, not unless I... I dunno, claim the freezer is tinkertech that pulls shit from another dimension semi-randomly? But I've already worked out that this can't be canon Cauldron, so I really shouldn't be continuing to
expect stupidity from them, either.
I'm not sure why I find the image of Contessa drawing through the portal so adorable. Not that I have any unambiguous evidence it was her, but it leaped to mind...
Regardless, I settle for having some soda and a decent amount of snacks, idly noting that some of the snacks vanished while others went untouched. Not sure how much
general significance to attribute to what I'm seeing, given Taylor's infection. She's almost certainly unconsciously self-medicating, so a whole box of cinnamon pop-tarts vanishing could be extremely far outside her usual diet. And given how that stuff works, if I
asked her, she'd probably rationalize it as 'they were closest' or 'I haven't had pop-tarts in weeks and didn't care about what kind they were' or some other explanation.
Once I'm done eating, I take a brief peek outside, not really expecting to see anything given nothing has exploded and Taylor hasn't tried to get my attention. I don't notice anything, but it was a casual inspection.
Then I finally try to focus on doing something for Taylor's health. Preferably in pill form... though I wouldn't say no to a magic wand I can wave over her side to clear away the infection. Hint-hint, power.
Unfortunately, my power is... uncooperative. I'm remembering stuff like the acid bouncing betty, this vague notion lurking that I could use that to melt away the area, but, uh,
no. And no, my power isn't proffering ideas of how to keep Taylor alive after melting away a sizable fraction of her torso. Not that I would
go for 'melt away a chunk of Taylor, then replace it with cybernetics', but come
on power you're not even
trying to sell me on this 'use flesh-eating acid on Taylor' idea.
Trying to think from different angles is less helpful than I'd prefer. Trying to mentally frame it as a trap to improve Taylor's health conjures the amusing mental image of doing the supervillain trap door thing, "You have failed me for the last time!" and my poor minion going shrieking to their apparent doom, only to be confused when actually it fixes up their injuries somehow... but it doesn't get my power to offer up any devices.
Eventually I give up with an aggrieved sigh.
Fine, conventional attempts to treat her it is. At least for the moment.
Okay, sticky note says next I try to... right, see if my power offers ideas for countering clingwrap shield guy. I did at least see his shield in
action, so that's something, hopefully.
Actually, 'countering' is maybe the wrong word for what I want. I want ideas that I think have good odds of bypassing the shield with low odds of some kind of backfire. Like, in pop culture shields
tend to be depicted as just stopping or absorbing projectiles, but sometimes they bounce off like the shield is the equivalent of sloped armor on a tank, only omnidirectional and working on way more kinds of projectiles. Taylor didn't provide a clear description of the kinetics of the shield, may well have had no opportunity to test the kinetics given the tools at her disposal, and I didn't get a chance to really observe his shield myself in our one encounter: it would be
really bad if I used, like, a relatively conventional shrapnel bomb only for it to bounce off the shield and shred
me. Especially since I
still haven't properly made up an armored costume for myself like I keep thinking I should do. If I had, I could at least try the X-COM Pistol-and-Power-Armor strategy, of restricting myself to gear I'm confident won't hurt me...
... though actually, given powers, I'm suddenly not so sure that would be safe. If his power did something like make deflections somehow more dangerous, that could go badly.
...
So basically I don't actually have adequate info on his power to be sure much of
anything would be safe to try on him. Wow. I had never actually considered how frustrating a barely-understood defensive power could be. With someone who only seems to have an offensive power, I can at least be pretty confident that 'surprise explosion' is a good and safe plan. Well. As safe as any explosive-based plan ever is, I guess.
My power doesn't really throw up ideas in an inspirational way, either. I'm pretty sure remembering I had some Khonsu bombs at the start of this whole 'being Bakuda' thing is just regular memory stuff, not my power subtly suggesting it would very definitely be a safe solution to this particular problem.
I spend a bit tinkering up some more of the random-teleport
mines grenades just because their mechanics seem
reasonably unlikely to do anything backfire-y in the face of a shield -among other points, my power is extremely insistent teleported stuff will
not intersect with solid objects, which I've previously considered a flaw but means that if eg the shield bounces the effect back at me I won't end up killed by that. Nor in the sky, or underground. It could dump me on
unstable ground, among other hazardous possibilities, so it's not completely safe, but it's
annoyingly safe.
I also find it likely that they'll be useful enough against the other two. And any normal human assistants.
... actually, maybe I should make a lot more of them, put like that. I keep struggling with non-lethals, and there's defensive utility there. Though I'm also running low on the cadmium that it needs, and I'm a bit reluctant to go scavenging more computers under these conditions.
Hmmm.
Before I can commit to any particular plan, I startle violently in response to a
horrendous noise. I'm vaguely reminded of some of the more unpleasant sounds I've heard cats make, including a time I might actually have heard a cat dying outside. It does
not stop, whatever it is, and I start making my way toward the window the sound seems to be coming through, alarmed and upset and wanting to know
what the hell I'm hearing.
I'm almost to the window when a blobby mass of bugs in the general size and shape of a small cat or dog or the like goes lurching past, the noise quite obviously coming from
it. I stare in shock and confusion as it stumbles, crashes to the ground with the shriek turning into a pitiful meow, and... goes silent and immobile, aside the many,
many bugs swarming over it.
"What the
fuck," I say aloud because seriously, what? After a second my brain more properly recalls the context, and I amend it to a louder, "What the
fuck,
roomie?" So sue me. I don't know if she doesn't want me calling her Taylor where others might hear, and I... probably?... shouldn't know her cape name is Skitter.
After a second, bugs spell out, on the ground -wow, is she accounting for parallax or whatever the term is? That actually looks like real words from this angle, wow-
tinker still spies with animals
I blink at that. I don't- she didn't say that was a thing? Or. Not explicitly, I guess? Like okay yeah she mentioned he started with animals and also mentioned being linked to his drones more recently... I guess that is a logical scenario to guess, but... "Okay, that's a sound theory, but you just
murdered a- a
whatever that is, off a
plausible theory?"
can smell drugs
I... well, maybe? I know you get a certain amount of stuff with bugs avoiding or pursuing based in part by target diet where their antennae pick up on chemicals (ie smell), so that's certainly
possible, but I'm still a bit-
That's when the bug mass partially clears up, revealing amid the gore I'm catching glimpses of a red (Possibly from the blood...) metallic sphere with pipe-y bits sticking out asymmetrically in four directions. I gawk at that as the bugs do some maneuvering to shove it away from the animal corpse, with it ultimately rolling a couple feet toward the window, orange goo blorping out of two of the tubes three times each as it rolls.
... okay. "Never mind my doubts."
Then I rush out to grab the thing and haul it into my workshop so I can study it, furtively looking around for any other signs these assholes are actively scoping us out. Fuck, am I gonna need to re-tune my claymores or something? Taylor has to sleep, and while her bugs were later indicated to do a certain amount of stuff even while she was sleeping, that was both
later and was never really presented as the kind of thing that lent itself to 24/7 patrolling.
I don't spot anything before slamming the door shut behind me, heart beating like crazy.
Alright, let's look at this drone...
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An hour or whatever later, I've got
three of these things to study, because Taylor's bugs stung a pigeon to death (Well, two of them actually, but only one had a device in it) and dragged the (tiny) tinkertech to my workshop and murdered another quadruped I suspect was a stray dog this time outside my workshop.
I'm really,
really glad I'm not the sort to have nightmares in response to this kind of shit. This is unpleasant enough without dreading revisiting it in my dreams later. I don't even
like dogs or cats, but the sounds of them dying horribly are
not exactly fun.
Through some combination of possibly-actual-intuition and power-assisted intuition, I've worked out some actually-useful bits, not just 'oh look these all look similar and have orange goo in them'. A lot of it doesn't really
surprise me, like that the tubes are designed to hook into blood vessels and integrate as part of the bloodstream, with two of them being for the blood going in and two for the blood going out. The metal, similarly, is some tinkertech... alloy? That sounds wrong to me, but my power is pretty insistent it can be assembled from copper and aluminum using some phase-shift nonsense, so whatever, fine, it's an alloy and this somehow prevents tissues from rejecting it, metal poisoning of any kind, etc.
I had to take one of them apart to get into the whole 'how do the drugs work' part. I went with the biggest one, which by a small margin was the first one. I initially thought I'd need to figure out, like, a blowtorch or how to get my power to bullshit up whatever I do when I really ought to require a blowtorch but don't actually use anything like that, but this tinkertech material is... a bit like plastic, I guess? It's not actually that mechanically tough in terms of being difficult to cut or the like, but wouldn't break readily in field usage because it deforms and then bounces back to its original shape when hit with pressure.
I did need to heat it up
some to make it easier to cut into, but that was literally just going into the kitchen and setting it on the stove for a bit.
Anyway, I'm... not
entirely sure how the drug process works. I have a microscope I found ages ago so I got to compare scraped-off, partially hardened blood from the entry ports against orange goo scraped off the exit ports, and I'm pretty confident this is chemical and not nanites or parasitic organisms or similar, but I'm not entirely sure what everything I saw
means. It's been way too long since I used a microscope, and my power isn't doing any garbage with feeding me terms and occasionally meaning of said terms. Still. I
think the red blood cells are all being converted or replaced, with white blood cells and other stuff in the blood untouched, in addition to the chemical thing I'm seeing in the exit port samples.
The inside of the widget, meanwhile, is less opaque to me. There's multiple chips on the inside sealed away under glass (Is that safe?), most of which are on a central bit that's a sphere-ish thing normally held in place by electromagnets and covered in a lot of... tubes? Entry or exit points, is the point, with the chips in gaps. My power insists those chips are for managing the drug conversion system, which makes sense to me. I'm not sure if it's purely me or partly my power that I suspect the chips could change the nature of the output.
Two of the chips are on the inside of the outer layer, with miniature... ffff.... 'subspace' transmitters... seriously, what the fuck does
subspace even mean? Forget it, whatever, it's some kind of super-high-tech radio equivalent is the point, able to work in conditions radio wouldn't. (Possibly due to pure shard fuckery, but shhh) Some of the transmitters are for transmitting to the chips on the inner orb, while others are for more external transmissions. Probably how the tinker is 'linked'... wait. How was he controlling these animals?
"Taylor," I say aloud to the room. "I don't suppose you've noticed any metal or plastic or other foreign bits in the brains of these animals? I could really use any chips or the like that might be in them."
If there's not chips in their brains or on their spines or
something, I'm unsure how the control would work.
Regardless, while I'm waiting for a response I cut open the inner orb, and it promptly deflates like a dead jellyfish, some honeycomb patern visible to me. The hell? How was it- it didn't release fluids or anything!
Why did it fall apart then?
I have to get some tableware from the kitchen to carefully peel it apart, carefully washing them first, because if it's that sensitive I'm half-expecting touching it with my bare -well, gloved- hands to be bad somehow or another. I'm...
pretty sure after a couple minutes that it's some kind of hexagonal grid thing, only somehow in 3D? There's also a
lot of subtle variation, probably. I think this is some kind of... bizarre protein-folding mechanism, or something not far removed? Like I can see the chambers have the ability to open or close their assorted sides via some kinda artificial muscle system, and I'm pretty sure these muscles are controlled by the chips. Similarly, the insides of different chambers have these nearly-invisible corrugations on the inside of their muscle-things and the more solid frames that I'm
pretty sure vary between chambers. I have difficulty seeing how this would work in reality-as-I-knew-it, but I can sort of imagine that each chamber is designed to manipulate cells going through them, where different arrangements of chambers would essentially be different folding instructions.
That's pretty cool, and aside my skepticism of it being able to work without shard shenanigans I find it essentially believable as some kind of futuristic, multi-functional device? I could imagine reading Popular Science and having them describe something not-entirely-dissimilar from this as a Coming Soon Medical Device.
Then Taylor beans me on the head with a beetle
again.
"Goddammit,
stop that!" Fuck, I
hate being startled by bugs, forget being
smacked with them.
As I look around, I see bugs have spelled out,
here you go as well as
care to share? and as I'm looking around bugs add
you were ignoring me. The first sentence causes me to notice that, yes, there's a neat series of nine chips that weren't there earlier laid out in a row nearby, with bugs spelling out
bird,
dog, and
cat 'above' each set of three from my perspective. Huh. Three chips
per? I was expecting one, maybe two, like one in the brain and one in the spine.
Then a beetle buzzing ominously at head height reminds me to answer Taylor. "Okay, like, first of all, thanks, that really helps, second we
really need a better way of getting my attention than
beaning me on the head, and third I'm still working through this, it's complicated and I don't want to jump to conclusions while trying to explain to you what I'm seeing."
The 'labels' remain, but the rest of the text 'wipes'. After a second two sentences are spelled out. The higher one is
any suggestions? while the lower one is
how would talking to me be bad?
I consider complaining about that wording, then decide Taylor is
probably just keeping words short or something else, not deliberately misrepresenting my words by fucking changing them. Might be easier for her to stick to fewer bugs for writing, or something. "Crickets? I don't like cricket noises, but they don't freak me out like beetle to the head does." Ugh, how do I word this... "As for the conclusions stuff, I don't really default to thinking in words, and I find that when I
try to organize my thoughts
with words, it tends to be... limiting, both in the sense that I have more trouble recognizing a possibility if I don't have the vocabulary for it, and also in the sense that I'll sentence up a possibility as just a
sketch of a
possibility and then my brain-" Wait.
Is it my brain, if I'm a shard upload? In fact, is this even still a concern? "-basically just wants to build on whatever I verbalized instead of considering the full range of possibilities. So I talk to someone about something I'm studying, and I compare it to a river's flow, and now my brain
will not let go of that metaphor and its implications until something has me going 'wait, that doesn't make sense'." Ugh, I'll just assume it does still apply. Might be a completely different explanation from my historical vague guesses as to why, like it's
because I'm a shard upload or something... but if I am a shard upload and fake personality and blah made by alien supercomputers etc,
probably any memories of things I found problematic still apply even if my engineered thoughts for
why don't. I hope.
I don't have any crickets gets spelled out. Goddammit. After a delay, added below it is
you don't think in words? What??? Yes, with three question marks. God, it's like a fucking chatroom
fucking fuck that's why I remember chatrooms even though I didn't like them!
Uuugghrgh, I have never had to explain this shit to anyone but family before. Fake family that probably doesn't even exist. Which is why I have no such memories, so I would find this natural to feel new.
my god it just gets more annoying the more plausible it feels
Okay! Fine! Explanation time, I guess! "Have you heard of Asperger's?" Ignoring the distinct possibility the real reason is that I'm an engineered, shitty fake human! I don't even
begin to know how I'll break
that idea if I ever feel it merits explaining!
maybe? gets written out after a second. That's... okay. I really hope this isn't 'maybe' as in 'Taylor has heard those stupid, assholish assburger memes, and is wondering if I'm mispronouncing that or something'.
Wait.
How recently
did Asperger's get identified and shit? Because Bet is supposed to have diverged from Omicron/Aleph in... 1980-something? Right?
Crap. This diagnosis might not even
exist in Bet, or at least go by a different name. You know, assuming Abaddon didn't straight-up make it up for some fucking reason.
"Forget it, never mind that angle, let me start over." This is such a
pain. "I actually primarily 'think in pictures', which is semi-normal and also a hideous simplification, but the
point is that I don't actually default to the subvocal talking-to-yourself form of 'thinking' that is the pop-culture stereotype of what conscious thought resembles, and which is even actually accurate in a non-trivial fraction of the population. Well, semi-accurate. Point is, I'm not constantly mentally muttering to myself as my primary thoughtstream, I'm doing... modeling of how things can go, and stuff." Wait. Is this because of the
Bakuda insertion prep stuff? Because being a strongly visual thinker sounds tinkertech-favorable. Though then again my memories insist I was bad at assembling furniture and whatnot?
Cornell sounds like a good school writes itself onto the wall via bugs.
Uh.
Er.
Huh. That
is a reasonable conclusion to jump to for knowing this stuff, isn't it? Is... is Taylor envious of, uhhh, pre-me Alicia having gotten advanced education? Winslow was a hole, and canon Taylor was pretty quick to give up on further schooling when Leviathan wrecked things. She... yeah, I could totally buy she'd given up on the idea of ever going to college, even aside the superpower stuff making it a bit unnecessary.
Man, I don't even have fake memories of going to college. This feels weird, to have her possibly envying an experience I don't in any meaningful sense have.
After it occurs to me that likely merits an actual response, I say, "I guess. I'm just big on science in general." I've always wondered if that kind of interest correlated to tinker powers in canon. Am I a point in that direction? I suppose it depends on what's actually going on... "A-
anyway-" Goddammit voice stop acting up! "-that's why I prefer talking to happen
after theorizing is significantly done. Makes it easier to think through the problem without unnecessary fuckups."
okay
I wait to see if there's anything more, then go back to tinker-studying when nothing else seems forthcoming.
Okay, three chips. Huh. Only two of them have subspace transmitter/receivers. Two per set of three, I mean. But they're not directly linked? There's no evidence of damaged wires or anything like that, and the subspaceless chips don't 'mate' to either of the other chips in a more mechanical way. How does
that work? Hijacking the nervous system, maybe? Or maybe those chips are fully automated and don't need to be able to receive instructions or cooperate with other chips or the like.
The chips are all also the same size, unlike the drug-spheres, not varying based on animal. Hmm. A minimum size requirement? Not immediately thinking of other sensible reasons to have them all the same size even though the pigeon would've been too small to readily fit the chips in the brain and all. Actually- "Hey, were the pigeon's chips on the outside, perchance?"
no
Okay, really confused now. Though I guess that explains why Taylor murdered an innocent pigeon: because it's not obvious on the outside there's a difference. Wait. "Did the other pigeon smell of the drugs?" Because that's what Taylor was saying was why she killed them. Well. Implying, more like.
yes
Huh. Weird. Is the drug... making it into the feathers, and then getting ingested by other pigeons while grooming? Why only two pigeons together smelling alike- was it? "Were there other pigeons that smelled of the drugs?"
not here
Huh. Did... did Taylor kill a mating pair? Not... sure what the mechanics would be there... but it's one of the more
obvious explanations for this particular situation... whatever, three chips per animal, one doesn't have subspace comms. "Do you know where the chips were, specifically?"
The wall spells out
look down. I obligingly look down, and see bugs near the chips. It takes me a second to properly parse them as trying to spell out words; at this distance, it's hard to not notice very viscerally that they're
bugs. Still, it looks to me like Taylor is saying one chip was in the brain for each, one in the upper spine -that's the one that doesn't have comms- and one on... the heart?
Okay, the brain and spine chips make a kind of intuitive sense to me. Some kind of hijacking the nervous system for control thing, with the spine chip either doing some more automated control stuff or using the spine itself to 'talk' with the brain chip. I'm really not sure what to make of the heart chip, though. Especially since it
does have subspace comms. If these were humans, I'd wonder if maybe it was for something like stopping the heart, as some additional layer of threat, but- well. Hm. Put like that, maybe it's for
restarting the heart, if the drugs cause it to stop? I dunno, that's imaginable as a possibility, anyway. Still doesn't clearly answer why the comms, though.
In any event, this is looking pretty strongly to me like the tinker has more direct control over people than just getting them hooked and then threatening to take their supply away if they don't do as they're told. I kind of figured just from the animals showing up, but it was
possible they were directed other ways than direct control. This also pretty strongly suggests the giant guy was being driven by the chips, not continuing to move by being harangued via an earbud I didn't notice or something. Nice to have that much confirmed, though I'm... well. I was about to say that I'm annoyed I didn't bring and use one of my tech-fouling grenades, but thinking it out I'm not 100% sure the guy would've survived that. He was unnaturally huge, and now I'm pretty confident Taylor is right it was caused by tinker drugs, so it's distinctly possible screwing up his tinkertech would've killed him. Probably slower and at least as horribly as what I did to him, too. So, uh, never mind that maybe-regret.
I decide to take apart and study the cat's set of chips. Right away I'm pretty sure (Probably primarily thanks to my power-provided 'tinker intuition') that while there's actual sensor bits in the chips, they're not anything suited to passive surveillance while I've got them here in my workshop. There's stuff for picking up electrical impulses and chemical information from the animals they're embedded in, and the chips are designed to power themselves basically entirely through passive means riding off the host animal's... stuff. Mostly the nervous system, I think, but there's systems that look to me to be for turning blood flow into, uh, hemoelectric power, I guess.
I sort of wish the possibility they still functioned as intelligence tools had occurred to me
earlier, as tinkertech/powers in general mean a lot of normal assumptions aren't safe assumptions, but no harm no foul in this case. Something to keep in mind for if I run into future tinkers, though. Actually, canon alluded to tracking devices being kind of standard. I haven't thought about that because I don't do that with my constant stream of assorted devices, but...
… nnnnope, not finding anything that seems like a tracking device per se. Would be a bit redundant with the subspace comms, admittedly.
Anyway, the chips are less helpful to study than I'd like. I'm not tinker-intuiting anything about their
programming, except the extremely unhelpful point I'd already basically assumed that they're designed for reprogrammability, and their observable physical design isn't flagrantly cluing me in on their range of storable programs or anything. Especially because even if I knew enough about regular computer chips to make sensible inferences, I'd just assume they were low estimates because tinkertech doesn't care about normal physical limitations.
Their actual physical construction also doesn't grab me in terms of offering inspiration for my own tech or anything. I already build computer chips into a non-trivial fraction of my tech. Somehow. Without remembering how I did it. These chips being designed to interface with biology doesn't give me ideas, which is semi-disappointing but on the other hand I'm not sure I'd
want biotech ideas so whatever. More accurately, not sure I want biotech ideas of the sort I'd expect to get from this tinker. Help with medical inspiration would be nice. Turning people into flesh-and-blood robots that obey my will is not my thing.
At least they're raw materials for my own tech.
I don't even have an answer for what the heart chip is for. Ugh. That's intriguingly weird, I was hoping for an answer.
Ugh, fine, back to the orb stuff.
I'm just starting to pry off one of the cut-open orb's chips when multiple freaky things happen. Whizzing noises, wood breaking, glass shattering, metal pinging noises, and a biblical plague rising from the hotel and swarming off to my left. "What the fuck?" I look around, confused and spooked, not sure what the hell is going on, and then notice one wall has bugs spelling out
get down!!
I stare at that for a second, watching the bugs moving to join the rest of the plague, distantly starting to hear screams. Something
pings and goes rolling off a table, and it finally dawns on me that this is
gunfire. I'm immediately crouching, trying to assess by visuals and memory what would be vaguely decent cover, notice the foyer of course has big-ass windows -several of them being the glass I heard shattering earlier- and decide to just start hurrying
out of the foyer, deeper into the building, alternating half-crouching and semi-running-on-all-fours. (Huh, Bakuda's body is flexible enough to do that. Women are
generally more flexible than men... or this is fake personality preparation bullshit...)
My heart is pounding by the time I'm far enough into the halls I'm inclined to think being shot is super-unlikely. Holy shit, I could have died with no warning. I
really need to get myself some kind of proper armor, goddamn. I'm not sure I got
particularly lucky in this case, as thinking back I think that was just a dozen-ish pistols being fired, and pistols are
not designed for accurate long-range shooting, these people have good odds of being untrained, and it wouldn't be surprising if the tinkerdrugs are negatively affecting their aim, but that could
easily have been a zero-warning death.
Fuck.