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dizzy_land2007-09-12 01:03 pm
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He's had it up to *holds hand up to hairline* here.
((closed to Fett and Skaffen.))
If he were completely honest, he wasn't actually expecting it to work.
Well, not for long in any case. The drone was equipped with very advanced technology, and it had more intelligence than he'd ever like to give it credit for. But that wasn't the point. It was more of a test run; he had to see if he could manage it at all. If he could, there was a chance that he could update it, make it run longer, and then....
He didn't want to disturb anyone in his section of the park, so he shadowed the drone once or twice at a distance to pick up on its patterns of movement. He then decided to set up his equipment in Frontierland, right after the Shooting Gallery.
The concept was simple, really. He had no need for personal shielding himself, it was a hindrance, but having temporary holding shields was useful. He could bring them into play with particular rowdy cargo, the kind that would attempt escape before Slave I reached them. It typically took the form of a box of green light with a nasty bite when you pressed too hard against the energized walls.
The only thing left was to reprogram it so that it acted like a womprat trap - once the drone entered the area it should trigger it to snap into place. He had to be reasonably careful with the software; he didn't want it to trap anything sentient, so he had to be sure that living tissue wouldn't set it off. It had taken more nights up than he wanted to admit, but if it worked in any capacity, it would be worth it. So Fett made the final adjustments early that morning, and then settled down out of sight to wait.
If he were completely honest, he wasn't actually expecting it to work.
Well, not for long in any case. The drone was equipped with very advanced technology, and it had more intelligence than he'd ever like to give it credit for. But that wasn't the point. It was more of a test run; he had to see if he could manage it at all. If he could, there was a chance that he could update it, make it run longer, and then....
He didn't want to disturb anyone in his section of the park, so he shadowed the drone once or twice at a distance to pick up on its patterns of movement. He then decided to set up his equipment in Frontierland, right after the Shooting Gallery.
The concept was simple, really. He had no need for personal shielding himself, it was a hindrance, but having temporary holding shields was useful. He could bring them into play with particular rowdy cargo, the kind that would attempt escape before Slave I reached them. It typically took the form of a box of green light with a nasty bite when you pressed too hard against the energized walls.
The only thing left was to reprogram it so that it acted like a womprat trap - once the drone entered the area it should trigger it to snap into place. He had to be reasonably careful with the software; he didn't want it to trap anything sentient, so he had to be sure that living tissue wouldn't set it off. It had taken more nights up than he wanted to admit, but if it worked in any capacity, it would be worth it. So Fett made the final adjustments early that morning, and then settled down out of sight to wait.
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"Perhaps I don't," he said in regard to play. When you had thousands of brothers all designed for combat, constantly being trained, it made the playground a very different exercise. Granted, he hadn't been genetically manipulated into docility, so it gave him an edge. But generally he had stayed away from the troops. "Putting others in danger never actually coincided with my definition of play."
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It had to be admitted that the drone's position on the matter was more relaxed than any non-Culture sentient's would ever be. The Culture, after all, was somewhere where lava-flow rafting was considered an entertaining extreme sport.
The drone considered the ground below it, and wondered if Fett's clever little electromagnetic shield extended down as well.
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Interestingly, the shield did not extend down. This might have been due to the fact that most of the species Fett had trapped in the course of his career had not been blessed with burrowing capabilities.
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A small curve of its effector field swept discreetly downward, and -- yes! Not a hint of the aluminium-chewing sensation. A plan formed in the drone's mind.
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