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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 4, 2010 20:06:04 GMT -5
It's not that Emirate Xaaron is bored. It's that he wants to get something done today! Emirate Xaaron's reply is to try to hit the yellow button with the tip of his foot.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 6, 2010 16:13:18 GMT -5
Perceptor watches as a column light erupts from the platform to envelop Xaaron, leaving him visible through the glare as a washed out shadow of himself. There is a moment, a low thrum of power surging through the system, and then, a quick flash, leaving the platform empty. In the same instant, the column of light appears upon the second platform, a washed out shadow of Xaaron in its center.
Perhaps Blurr would see that instant when Xaaron actually appeared upon both platforms at once, but for everyone else, it is as if Xaaron vanished from one, only to reappear upon the other. From the outside.
When Perceptor took this very same journey not too long ago during his own first test, it felt... like nothing. Not even a moment of disorientation. He'd initially, in fact, wondered if it had failed, for he had sensed no movement from the inside. It had only been upon realizing that his perspective of the room had changed, that he'd realized that it had worked. Now, the curious thing that is making Perceptor dance from foot to foot impatiently, is finding out what Xaaron had felt.
"Xaaron?" he asks, even bore the column of light has fully receded.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 6, 2010 16:47:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron doesn't feel nothing. He feels sick, deep in his struts, like he's drank poisoned energon (that's happened a few times - just ask the Autobots of Emirate Xaaron's reality about what the inside of Emirate Xaaron's fuel tank looks like). Emirate Xaaron feels dizzy and lightheaded, and while he keeps enough dignity about him to prevent an emergency fuel tank shunt into Perceptor's floor, he does wobble, lose his balance, and swoon, groaning, "Urgh."
That's not really the answer he wanted to give Perceptor, but coherency is going to have to wait until the floor stops rushing up at him.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 6, 2010 17:07:59 GMT -5
"Xaaron?!" Perceptor exclaims, hopping up onto the platform to catch the Emirate before he can collapse. "Xaaron? Are you all right? Oh my... oh my, oh my..."
He scoops Xaaron into his arms, allowing himself to take the golden mech's weight as he gently folds his legs under him and lowers them both to the floor of the platform, Xaaron sprawled carefully against him.
"What could have gone wrong?" he laments. "I thought that I had compensated for the variations of your systems! Was it the physical interface or the power surge that seemed to cause the most disorientation?"
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Post by Mirage on Nov 6, 2010 23:44:59 GMT -5
Mirage, despite how badly some things have gone of late, still has a request to make of Perceptor regarding some candies for someone special. The scientist's door is open, so Mirage barely pauses before entering.
Oh my.
"Well," he says, obviously amused, "I had a favor to ask of you Perceptor, but it appears I am much too late. Your favor has all ready been given- and to a much deserved individual."
"Bravo Xaaron."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 6, 2010 23:53:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is still feeling rather woozy, and it would be nice to take just a few moments to lean against Perceptor while he gets his bearings back. Was it this bad for Springer and his crew, he wonders? What was he putting his Wreckers through, when he let them slip to cry havoc on Earth?
He composes himself and starts to reply, "I think the perception shift is actually the-"
Mirage.
Emirate Xaaron groans. He brings up one hand to rubs his aching head, and he tries to extricate himself from Perceptor, replying, "I was just helping Perceptor test his spacebridge. I'm sure his Friday's night free, as the Junkions would say."
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 7, 2010 0:14:19 GMT -5
Concern for Xaaron a given, Perceptor's processors are already zipping away at top speed, trying to sort out a possible reason for the Emirate's reaction. He's also already trying to come up with a polite way of asking Xaaron if he would be willing to continue assisting with the testing. After all, how is Perceptor to determine if this was a single, isolated incident, an issue specific to Xaaron, or a more wide-spread issue that he will need to find some manner of overcoming?
One doesn't simply ask one's commander that one just nearly incapacitated, though, if one can go ahead and do it all over again. But science must be served!
Perception shift? How--
Mirage's words don't even really register for a moment as he glances up at the doorway. "Favor? Oh, of course. I will be more than happy to assist after I have finished with Xaa-" Wait. What?
His optics grow very large as he stares up at the spy. Is Mirage implying.... what Perceptor thinks he is implying??
"Ahh... wot?" he squeaks.
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Post by Mirage on Nov 9, 2010 0:01:11 GMT -5
Mirage waves a hand. "Now now, don't stop on my account. I'll just leave these here."
From subspace, Mirage produces a small box. Within the box is a sampling of the candies he and Rodimus shared at the club X. He sets the box on a nearby shelf.
"When you've the time and inclination- these are lovely, but I'm looking for something more suitable to our systems in the long term. There are plenty, if you two wish to sample them together."
"I'll check back with you later, and we can discuss the particulars," he says, before ducking back out of the lab.
Out of thread
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 9, 2010 0:14:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron calls after Mirage, "I am not in any form of romantic, carnal, or one night stand relationship with Perceptor!" but the ever-frustrating spy is gone.
Eat candies? Now? When he might be sick? When he's not courting Perceptor? No.
Determined, he gets to his feet, offers Perceptor a hand, and he apologies, "I'm terribly sorry for ruining your good reputation, Perceptor. Now, shall we try again?"
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 9, 2010 19:52:10 GMT -5
"Of course," Perceptor answers in a faint daze, staring up at Mirage with wide optics. "But we're not..." talking to Mirage any longer, since he's already vanished. With entirely the wrong impression.
Perceptor feels very much as if someone has just smacked him in the back of the head with the Magnus Hammer. And he doesn't even know that the Magnus Hammer exists!
"Ruining?" he mumbles, staring owlishly at Xaaron's hand for a moment before finally accepting the assist up to his feet. "My head is beginning to hurt..."
"...at your convenience, then?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 9, 2010 21:07:45 GMT -5
At least Perceptor doesn't seem to be insulted or, Primus forbid, actually interested in what Mirage was suggesting. Emirate Xaaron decides not to explain what he meant about ruining Perceptor's reputation. Instead, he just steps back up on the platform.
Oh right, he was explaining to Perceptor while he felt sick. "Usually, my sensors are fed data that is relatively continuous. This jump, however, causes an instantaneous discontinuity in my sensor feed, causing a derivative error in calculating the rates of change of my sensor feeds. I could be wrong, of course."
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 13, 2010 6:15:35 GMT -5
"Hmmm.... intriguing. I wonder if that is a function of the quantum entanglement, or a function of the breaking of that quantum entanglement?" he murmurs, kneeling down at the platform to tweak a few circuits in the base. He rises back to his feet again a few moments later.
"Let us see if that adjustment assists at all. If you are certain that you wish to continue, that is?" he asks. He wouldn't expect someone to keep helping out, if they had such a high expectation of heaving their tanks after every transmission, after all.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 13, 2010 13:31:17 GMT -5
"I think I'm basically suffering sensory whiplash," Emirate Xaaron muses, "which would imply an inherent flaw in the sensory processing software of those of my reality rather than, strictly speaking, a flaw in your apparatus."
Emirate Xaaron's already back up, and he insists rather stridently, "Of course we're doing it again," holding out a hand to Perceptor.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 13, 2010 15:30:30 GMT -5
Perceptor shakes his head as he accepts Xaaron's hand and rises again. "Any failure of my design to compensate for differences in the sensory capabilities of any individuals utilizing my apparatus is a flaw in the design of my apparatus." Simple as that.
"I have made some minor adjustments. Let us see how they affect our systems. Some happy medium must be found," he insists, stepping up onto the platform with Xaaron. He will leave pushing the button to Xaaron, though, just to give him one final out.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 13, 2010 15:59:15 GMT -5
"Do you expect even the immutable laws of time and space to bend down and bow for you?" Emirate Xaaron asks Perceptor, arching an optical ridge.
He again pushes the button with his foot. In one instant, one view of reality. In another instant, a view that is not the same in any way.
Then there's Emirate Xaaron doubling over, clutching his abdomen, and groaning.
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