[Marian doesn't care for messaging much in terms of keeping her timeline in synch, but as long as she isn't doing anything crazy during the course of a conversation, it should be fine. And lets her send passive-aggressive emails with Dirac notation for the basis of 'qubit'.]
Do you have an actual name, {|0>,|1>}?
[Carlisle's 'technomancer' gibberish was off-putting, but it does nag at her a bit that whoever this must at least have some technological knowledge to use that as a pseudonym.]
Dr. Tenebris, a relatively recent arrival. It was suggested that it might be worth talking to you about some more technological aspects of our current situation. You'll have to pardon my reluctance to use a "quirky" pseudonym.
[The one thing about text is is conveys that dry and unimpressed tone pretty well. For at she knows, he's still just some kook.]
You're excused. [ It's less adept at conveying sarcasm, unfortunately. ]
But yes, that's correct. I manage a good chunk of the day-to-day maintenance and security around here, among other things. That's a discussion I'd rather have in person, however. Do you know where R&D is?
[Not that she isn't mildly anxious about meeting Anchor's residents in-person, but there's always an easy way out for her if things get dicey. She'd just rather not use it... and with that thought half in mind, she decides that she should wait, tapping her foot, at a spot in the hall that at least (as far as she can tell) appears to be out of sight of any security cameras. That could be a complication she hadn't had to consider before...]
[ The cameras have pretty good coverage in the R&D hallway; Qubit's lab isn't just where he keeps his dangerous experiments and valuables, but also where he sleeps, so he's pretty invested in keeping it secure. They're not without their blind spots, but getting to them does involve crossing a couple of vision cones.
He exits his lab less than a minute after she arrives, the door sliding shut behind him. She's not quite what he expected (he may or may not have been subconsciously expecting a dude), but who else is she going to be. ]
[At least he didn't really leave her waiting long, which doesn't go unappreciated. Marian wasn't quite sure what she expected either, but absurd hairstylings aside, at a glance he seems reasonably... normal. Her returned greeting is perhaps, er, not the most courteous, although delivered in a neutral, mildly unimpressed tone.]
I hope you truly don't expect me to call you "Qubit", of all things.
[ That gets a raised eyebrow. He's not new to unsolicited critique on his name, but this may be the first from someone who actually knows what it means. ]
[Just that she clearly can't take it seriously and is going to judge him for having a """wacky""" pseudonym. No point in spending too much time on that disdain though, at least not yet.]
I've heard you're one of the few with any degree of technological knowledge here.
[ Alright. Cool. Off to a rollicking good start. And here people say he's got a stick up his ass. Qubit keeps his irritation to himself for now, though, grasping his coat lapels. Somehow he gets the feeling there'll be more important hills for him to die on. ]
You've heard correctly. There's a handful of us, but I'm the one to talk to. You said you have some questions?
Given how much of Anchor is in disrepair, I was hoping to get a more informed view of the status of the more technical facilities here. I would assume you'd know at least that much? I'm sure it's too much to hope that there's been any effort at all made towards studying the nature of the redshifts or the 'portal'.
[It's not exactly that she's baiting him. It's more like hanging on to a lingering suspicion that the 'technomancer' (and she certainly wouldn't use that word herself) has only enough knowledge to mess with gullible sorts on the network.]
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superposition) wrote2019-09-06 02:00 am
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Do you have an actual name, {|0>,|1>}?
[Carlisle's 'technomancer' gibberish was off-putting, but it does nag at her a bit that whoever this must at least have some technological knowledge to use that as a pseudonym.]
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Well, typically I render it in English. Easier to pronounce. Who is this?
no subject
[The one thing about text is is conveys that dry and unimpressed tone pretty well. For at she knows, he's still just some kook.]
no subject
But yes, that's correct. I manage a good chunk of the day-to-day maintenance and security around here, among other things. That's a discussion I'd rather have in person, however. Do you know where R&D is?
no subject
Yes. I'll meet you there.
[Not that she isn't mildly anxious about meeting Anchor's residents in-person, but there's always an easy way out for her if things get dicey. She'd just rather not use it... and with that thought half in mind, she decides that she should wait, tapping her foot, at a spot in the hall that at least (as far as she can tell) appears to be out of sight of any security cameras. That could be a complication she hadn't had to consider before...]
no subject
He exits his lab less than a minute after she arrives, the door sliding shut behind him. She's not quite what he expected (he may or may not have been subconsciously expecting a dude), but who else is she going to be. ]
Doctor Tenebris, I presume?
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I hope you truly don't expect me to call you "Qubit", of all things.
no subject
Is that going to be a problem?
no subject
[Just that she clearly can't take it seriously and is going to judge him for having a """wacky""" pseudonym. No point in spending too much time on that disdain though, at least not yet.]
I've heard you're one of the few with any degree of technological knowledge here.
no subject
You've heard correctly. There's a handful of us, but I'm the one to talk to. You said you have some questions?
no subject
Given how much of Anchor is in disrepair, I was hoping to get a more informed view of the status of the more technical facilities here. I would assume you'd know at least that much? I'm sure it's too much to hope that there's been any effort at all made towards studying the nature of the redshifts or the 'portal'.
[It's not exactly that she's baiting him. It's more like hanging on to a lingering suspicion that the 'technomancer' (and she certainly wouldn't use that word herself) has only enough knowledge to mess with gullible sorts on the network.]