[ Good ol' tea, great for moving you past an awkward moment. Qubit nods and lets out a chuckle as he starts heading back. ]
Oh, yes. Positively forlorn.
[ He says it like a joke, but it's not untrue. He was lonely. Wouldn't anyone be, in that situation? Keeping solitary vigil over the corpse of their closest friend? Technically Carlisle's always been a corpse, but Qubit's never actually thought of him that way, not really. He doesn't typically act like one. So to see him lying there, lifeless, inert... he knew it in his head, but this was the first time his heart got the message.
But the vigil's ended now. Carlisle's here, he's his old self, he feels better than ever. In a very literal sense, it's as if he's come back from the dead. If that's not cause for celebration, Qubit doesn't know what is.
On the way, he makes a quick detour to put the data's progress bar up on the big screen: ]
Training... 81% complete
Iteration 1215914 of 1500000
Time remaining: 6:51
[ His latest project, incidentally, can be spotted on a workbench nearby, but ... even for a Qubit project, this one's particularly esoteric and inscrutable. Though only half-constructed, it's starting to take the shape of a regular icosahedron, with no part resembling a screen or handhold or buttons of any kind. The parts still waiting to be added are grouped into several smaller piles nearby, each pile a little larger than the previous one, as if he was building the device up in layers... But that's probably the most that can be deduced at a glance.
Qubit doesn't spare the thing a thought, though, instead continuing to the door and holding it for Carlisle. After you. ]
Right. Well, we should have the exact numbers in a minute, but like I was saying, the initial results look very promising. For instance, your total energy uptake was substantially lower than I'd anticipated.
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Oh, yes. Positively forlorn.
[ He says it like a joke, but it's not untrue. He was lonely. Wouldn't anyone be, in that situation? Keeping solitary vigil over the corpse of their closest friend? Technically Carlisle's always been a corpse, but Qubit's never actually thought of him that way, not really. He doesn't typically act like one. So to see him lying there, lifeless, inert... he knew it in his head, but this was the first time his heart got the message.
But the vigil's ended now. Carlisle's here, he's his old self, he feels better than ever. In a very literal sense, it's as if he's come back from the dead. If that's not cause for celebration, Qubit doesn't know what is.
On the way, he makes a quick detour to put the data's progress bar up on the big screen: ]
Iteration 1215914 of 1500000
Time remaining: 6:51
[ His latest project, incidentally, can be spotted on a workbench nearby, but ... even for a Qubit project, this one's particularly esoteric and inscrutable. Though only half-constructed, it's starting to take the shape of a regular icosahedron, with no part resembling a screen or handhold or buttons of any kind. The parts still waiting to be added are grouped into several smaller piles nearby, each pile a little larger than the previous one, as if he was building the device up in layers... But that's probably the most that can be deduced at a glance.
Qubit doesn't spare the thing a thought, though, instead continuing to the door and holding it for Carlisle. After you. ]
Right. Well, we should have the exact numbers in a minute, but like I was saying, the initial results look very promising. For instance, your total energy uptake was substantially lower than I'd anticipated.