In a momentary lapse of judgement, Aternity had given Ry'leh, or at least thought he had given her conflicting directives in her core programming to ponder. Changing certain things was okay, like processing how decisions were made. For example, deciding to murder crewmates, or care for them. An extreme example, but changeable. Allowing an AI however to control its own destiny when they possibly had not been purpose built for that particular task could prove problematic.
Like a paradox. Thankfully Ry'leh seemed to be taking such a thought rather well; as neither the ship nor Cytus or Aternity were dead yet. Considering the events aboard the ship thus far, that was a rather comforting thought.
Ternie and Cytus both had the lingering thought on how the creature that they had just put a hole through had survived this entire time. There were probably multiple explanations, but only one thought warranted any real explanation by Ry'leh, considering it may have been a matter of ship security now.
"This is a large vessel, is there any chance there may be more of him walking around somewhere? I doubt we've seen even a quarter of the ship so far. And I mean just the main parts."
Sure, they had seen piles of crew that were now dead, or gooified, but the main worry were the crazy ones who still wanted to eat the pair alive. As much as Ternie wanted to fix Ry'leh and get her flying again...it wasn't going to be at the expense of limb or life. As long as they were still walking though a live sensor area though, the problem was reasonably diminished.
"You're extremely fortunate to have landed next to the islands here. Anywhere else, and you probably would have been boarded by more unsavory characters looking to just strip the vessel of anything useful and then scuttle the shell. A process unacceptable by our standards."
Half the reason Ternie had come to Manta Carlos was to get away from the politics of science with other nations. Things he did were not always sanctioned or wanted by the governments of the world. He made prosthetics primarily, not weapons like everyone else seemed to want. Granted he was quite good at both, but one was a passion, the other only made money.
Still under thought, the pair entered the next room, and almost immediately Ternie cringed at the smell of burned...everything pretty much. Of the sections that had been damaged, this was so far the worst of the bunch. Even worse, this was one of the more biologic sections of the structure. A place Ternie was out of his league. Emeraude on the other hand would be having a heyday at this point.
"I wasn't going to touch anything until you just told me I had to."
If Cytus was capable of laughing, she probably would be at this point. Ternie on the other hand simply sighed and went to find the plates that Ry'leh had mentioned, switching them to the proper order, and then putting on an extra glove, went to reach in and squeeze down on...whatever it was the ship had wanted.
"Just for reference...what exactly am I holding onto here?"
Ternie was literally doing surgery on a patient that was larger than any other operated on.
And he wasn't even a doctor. Not of that type anyways. Oh god why.
Like a paradox. Thankfully Ry'leh seemed to be taking such a thought rather well; as neither the ship nor Cytus or Aternity were dead yet. Considering the events aboard the ship thus far, that was a rather comforting thought.
Ternie and Cytus both had the lingering thought on how the creature that they had just put a hole through had survived this entire time. There were probably multiple explanations, but only one thought warranted any real explanation by Ry'leh, considering it may have been a matter of ship security now.
"This is a large vessel, is there any chance there may be more of him walking around somewhere? I doubt we've seen even a quarter of the ship so far. And I mean just the main parts."
Sure, they had seen piles of crew that were now dead, or gooified, but the main worry were the crazy ones who still wanted to eat the pair alive. As much as Ternie wanted to fix Ry'leh and get her flying again...it wasn't going to be at the expense of limb or life. As long as they were still walking though a live sensor area though, the problem was reasonably diminished.
"You're extremely fortunate to have landed next to the islands here. Anywhere else, and you probably would have been boarded by more unsavory characters looking to just strip the vessel of anything useful and then scuttle the shell. A process unacceptable by our standards."
Half the reason Ternie had come to Manta Carlos was to get away from the politics of science with other nations. Things he did were not always sanctioned or wanted by the governments of the world. He made prosthetics primarily, not weapons like everyone else seemed to want. Granted he was quite good at both, but one was a passion, the other only made money.
Still under thought, the pair entered the next room, and almost immediately Ternie cringed at the smell of burned...everything pretty much. Of the sections that had been damaged, this was so far the worst of the bunch. Even worse, this was one of the more biologic sections of the structure. A place Ternie was out of his league. Emeraude on the other hand would be having a heyday at this point.
"I wasn't going to touch anything until you just told me I had to."
If Cytus was capable of laughing, she probably would be at this point. Ternie on the other hand simply sighed and went to find the plates that Ry'leh had mentioned, switching them to the proper order, and then putting on an extra glove, went to reach in and squeeze down on...whatever it was the ship had wanted.
"Just for reference...what exactly am I holding onto here?"
Ternie was literally doing surgery on a patient that was larger than any other operated on.
And he wasn't even a doctor. Not of that type anyways. Oh god why.