Project A1-01

-Beginning systems check-

Data flow...good
Processors...fuctioning
Cooling systems...fuctioning
Circuits...good
Type LRC-12 engine is good...

Running program check...
...
...
...Good

Power source...fully charge...
Power source stability level...powersource is stable

-Systems check complete-


Tech read the readout given to him by his mask out loud, out of the habit of usually working with other Techmasters, and gave a nod of satisfaction upon reading the sytem check. "Systems check is complete. Its report - satisfactory."

Techmaster unplugged his cable from the orb-shaped object and, letting it go, allowed it to automatically retract back into the upper part of his right mechanized shoulder. (You could not see this really though, due to the robe that he wore.)

The small round object that he had been working on for 3 days now, was about the size of a tether ball, and was lying upon a old rug which was spread out in the center of the room. All around on top of the rug, were bits of wiring, screws, bits of metal, and what looked like wrecked/dismembered computer parts.

Tech got up and walked quickly over to the computer that was placed up against the wall (directly in the center of his room). which had a large homemade wire connecting the PC to the small orb like object on the rug, and began to very quickly type out the necessary comand codes.

He read them out as he typed them onto the computer at a very fast pace, to the point that it was very difficult to even understand what he was saying...not that it would have made much difference, as most people probably would not have understood it even if their ears could keep up.

"Activating, Assistance Drone...Now." He said, pressing one last button. A few beebing sounds could be heard from the metal spere as it turned on. The orb then began to move slowly off the ground. It floated for a few seconds, but the suddenly sparked and fell back to the ground. The computer he was using, also crashed and deactivated.

Tech stepped backwards, and began to speak harshly in some strange, fast speech that sounded alien. After doing this for a few seconds, he then regained his composure and went back to the computer and turned it on again. It did not respond...typical. "Personal Computer Unit has once again overloaded...initiating scanning process..."

Tech held out the palm of his hand towards the fried PC and a green light suddenly shined from the glass orb in the center of his palm. The light made a scanning motion three times over the PC and then stopped. Tech withdrew his right hand and began to read the read out of data being shown to him in his mask. He felt displeased...again. "Scanning process complete. Reason for failure - unable to succesfully interphase two different technologies..."

Tech let out a defeated sigh, as he went over and laid himself down on his bed. After calculating the vaiables and the situation in his head, he came to the same conclusion that he had come to as before.

"Insufficient equipment available..." He said out loud, laying on his back and just staring at the ceiling.

Of all the planets that he had to come to, why could it not have been a more technologically advanced one? There was nothing here that was worthy of a Techmaster's skills...he could not function to maximum capacity...

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DESCRIPTION NOTES: Tech's voice, while he is wearing the mask, sound robotic/synthesized, and tends to fluxuate at different pitches while he is talking. (It never changes very dramatically, but it is noticable.) Also, you can hear his breathing too...sorta like Darth Vader (though not that prominent.) Also, his mask's eye holes are circular and give off a blue glow. (Whether this is just a feature of the mask or is something his eyes do, is something I have not made up my mind about yet.) :blahblah:

“What the Hell is going on in here?” Tech turned to see a girl barging into his room. Evalution of her figure and appearance indicated that she was most attractive looking. "I heard something weird… I don’t even know how to describe it!”

Tech got off of his bed and stood there looking at her for a few seconds, not moving a muscle. He was evaluating her question and comment. He also was evaluating her appearing there in the Boy's Dorm Rooms sector of the school, and why she had come to his dorm.

"I was attempting to build a Assistance Drone, but my attempt has failed. My failed attempts is what you heard." He answered her all at once. He then paused once again for a few seconds as he considered what questions to ask her.

"What are you doing here, in the Boy Rooms sector of the school?" He asked, not giving any particular hint in his voice that he was really interested in whatever she would answer, but sounded monotone.

“I just wanted to make some friends, that’s all,” she said innocently, batting her eyelashes. “And I don’t get along with a lot of the girls. They’re all jealous of me. Guys though? Guys get me.” She grinned and laughed again. “I’m Cass.”

This girl's comments were strange to Tech and they did not compute with him. He was evaluated the situation, trying to decide what should be done first. He wanted to ask her explain the meaning of her words, but also needed to introduce himself. "Evaluating...Evaluation complete! Conclusion reached: I must prioritize, introduction first and then questions."

Tech stood at attention, as though he were in the military, and started off. "ID: Techmaster #L901-T2, it is an honor to meet you." Upon introducing himself in proper fashion, he could now ask her to explain her comments.

"Does not compute...Miss Cass, please explain what you meant by girls are jealous of you? Do you mean that you fuction better than them at your given assignments?" Techmasters wore masks almost all the time, partly for duty and partly because it was a tradition among his people. (Techmaster Society would have large clans, each with their own distict sort of mask.)

So, jealousy over one's appearance was an unusuall concept for him. One that did not 'compute'. He could, however, concieve the conept of enving others because they functioned better than you at their tasks.

Thinking upon this idea brought back memories of a certain Techmaster #M780-003, who always was trying to out do him in their duties. Just the memory made him feel slightly steamed...that erroneous, programing buffoon. He constructed a defense gun faster than he did ONE TIME and he never let it go. NEVER.

"Tech?...a shortening of my full designated identification, interesting. It is, I believe, what your people call a 'nickname'?" He bent his head in thought. Apparently, these beings lacked the mental capacity to state his full name, such a pity. How he felt sorry for these inferior breeds of humanity. They had quiet a long way to go before they would become as advanced as his own people. (He certainly would not live to see that age...)

"If you lack the capacity to be able to state my full designated identifaction, then you may have the authority to call me 'Tech'." He said, nodding his head to grant them confirmation.

The boy however, did not take immediate notice of his comment as he was absorbed by the attractive construction of Miss Cass. Apparrently they were infatuated with one another. "Interesting, they move much quicker in relationships on this planet. That explains their rapidly growing population..."

He stood there and watched them both, evaluating their comments and their actions. They seemed to be going through the process of 'flirting' (as the people of this planet called it) with each other. The process itself asside, he saw little to make him that interested in their conversation. He was not currently accepting on the idea of finding a 'life mate'. He planned not to be with a women until he was far older.

His attention was then suddenly brought back to them, when Miss Cass then demanded that he give his 'real name'. What could she be meaning? He had already given her his designated identification. Unless, she meant his...how could she know about that though? "If you are asking my true name, then I am afraid that I cannot tell you. According to my people's customs, I may only let my clan members know my true name."