2026/Log 2026

Log 2026
Date of Scene:	16 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Bogatyr, Molly Millions

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Bogatyr has posed:
    It's more than pure luck that Bog's in the workshop for two days in a row, it has it's own drone to rebuild of course. The "Bad Samaritan" has by this point been broken down to it's last nut and bolt, every single piece has been examined and then well the parts melted right back down. From then well, a few hours spent silently designing before it begins it's construction anew. Casting, milling and 3d printing shapes in a number dizzying array of variety.

    Up on the assembly table it's already set the decidedly less spidery, and maybe a little more crablike? Anyway it sets to plumbing, drilling, and well there are thousands of parts to fabricate and fit. From screws to circuit boards, and well in no time at all it's seemingly gotten the majority of the thing already squared away. It's been working on a pair of projects of course, which is perhaps the only reason it hasn't been able to finish it's own drone by now.
    It's constructed a brand new table, complete with a chair and an array of refreshments. Then well on go the bits and pieces, into colored bins, from screws to wire looms and circuit boards. Building in effect, a "drone kit" and associated assembly station as it goes. Complete of course with an array of tools more suited to human hands.
    You can get plenty done when you don't sleep, eat, take breaks or get distracted.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly, on the other hand, grabbed a few hours of sleep, then went in to work. Not of the 'shooty' kind, either, at least based on the office drone clothing, but a while ago came 'home' and changed into something more comfortable before electing to go and disturb the AI at its work, lingering in the vault door to the workshop as she eyes first its work, then the human sized assembly area with an amused kind of smile,"The sound proofing is sufficient that you can't hear any of this on the upper levels... but I like to think I can... at least a little. This world is so quiet in some ways. Listening to you work is... soothing."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "The sword of industry."Bogatyr returns softly, before stepping away to return to well it's big drone. "I have designed a basic drone for you, however you must assemble it yourself. If I did all the work, you'd merely possess the thing. In all things it's important to take ownership, completely of any impliment which will act upon your behalf. If it malfunctions, if it fails, it is never the machine's fault."And a pause as Bog steps back towards the milling machines. "Also I made you snacks, and peach tea. Please do have a seat, instructions are on the tablet. We'll attend to your personal hardware at a later date, I wish to retain the services of a proper surgeon."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly dips her head in acknowledgment as she prowls towards the table and its snacks, settling herself easily into the seat but reaching for the tea as well as the tablet,"Based upon the operators ability to assemble and command, yes." she agree's absently with regards to mechanical failures even as she nods regarding the surgeon,"The nanites will help with healing, though likely will need to be retooled for any new configurations. Unfortunately this world hasn't developed synth skin and the length of time it takes to heal from surgery here is... appalling. I've been tempted to debraid one of my fingers so that the corporation might at least replicate it."
    Her lenses can't help but flick towards the big drone, distantly curious as to Bad Samaritan's replacement, even if she doesn't ask distracting questions about it for the moment in favor of looking over the plans in the tablet.

Bogatyr has posed:
    Ever put together a model kit? It's alot like that, the directions are pretty fantastic really. The parts even have little numbers carved into them, and well unlike a model kit you don't need a razor blade. Things don't just fit, they -fit-. There are no sharp edges, no pokey corners, no flashing to remove. Even the screws thread in like silk, it's not the kind of thing humans build clearly. Even the components are beautiful, a single chassis component made from six or seven materials welded, brazed and friction fit into a stunning array of materials which arent -supposed- to ever play ball together. Titanium and Inconel, Transparent aluminum and high carbon steel. It's not hard, but well there are a bunch of parts involved in this clockwork construct of a spider.
    "I designed this unit to be stealth oriented, which is a new area of study for me. As such I decided it's offensive capability would be a secondary concern, unfortunately I needed to construct an entirely new caliber to meet my specifications. As no pistol is chambered in this caliber, I designed and constructed one to match. This way you will share a common caliber, for practical reasons."Bog doesn't turn, but then again it doesn't need to. "Also, would you find music helpful?"

Molly Millions has posed:
    The prospect of putting together a drone is why Molly didn't bother to wear her fingernails. For all their usefulness in not alerting humans to her oddity's... all they could do is get in the way. Molly's cleaned and re-assembled her own weapons before, but it's still a relatively new area for her, which is why she reads the instructions thoroughly before even attempting step one.
    "Stealth is definitely preferable, without a decker information is often... limited. So thank you. And something that utilizes the fletchette's definitely preferable to me." there's a quiet laugh,"Sure? They have... an amazing variety of music here... I will give them that. Show me what you like."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "The Flechette was suboptimal for the necessary acoustic signature whilst retaining sufficient terminal performance, it's dimensions were also not ideal for use in a drone."Bog offers with sort've a wave. Sourcing components for it's own drone build as it continues. "I think you'll appreciate it's performance, and it's ease of use. I tried to keep stealth at the forefront."The little drone though, well it's not entirely unlike Muffin in layout then. Muffin however is all exposed, it's a clear work in progress. This one has neat little screwed down covers, and form fitting sheathes of little armor over everything. Passage ways sealed by precut rubber gaskets and masks of latex.

    "Music I like, hmmm.."Bog muses, putting together some unfathomably large automatic weapon. Then the room is filled with, uhh yeah that's K-pop. Thats K-pop turned to an appropriate level no less, thank god. "I can change the music as we proceed to suit your flavor."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Suboptimal." Molly repeats with a faint smile, careful in her selections as she keeps her attention mostly on the tablet between sips of tea,"I appreciate you designing this for me, Bog, and teaching me how to make it. I think that the prevalence of technology has made it... too easy, in some ways... back home. There if I needed something I'd go buy... or steal, it. But the absence of such options here have made things... difficult."
    There's a pause as music starts to filter in, head tilted to one side,"Not Japanese..." she murmurs,"Is it? The linguistics have mostly been similar. In time perhaps I will learn more languages, seeing as there's a... greater variety of them still in use here."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "Korean Pop music, I like the soap operas."Bog admits without a hint of shame, before moving to install that big automatic thing it just put together. "Before my first form, I watched everything I could find. Korean soap operas are in reality, not true representations of interpersonal relationships but they are the best dressed."because of course that'd matter to Bog.

    Set centrally, burried within the body is the "gun" in question, which apparently feeds from what looks like a pistol magazine? The barrel is small, but it ends in a complex array of rubber wipes and inconel baffles which make up the suppressor end snugged up to the end. It's a cute little thing, but well the ammo isn't present and neither is the fullsize pistol companion for now. "Nothing worth doing, is easy. It's best when things have some degree of effort, it makes you take ownership."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Korean?" Molly repeats,"Huh. I can't say I've spent any significant time watching the transmissions here... they're... too two-dimensional. Visual and audio, sure, but the immersion is lacking. Not that I allow myself the time to sit idly by that long." there's a vague kind of smile. She's slow and careful about assembly, because after all if it doesn't fit together quite right it's because she put it in the wrong way rather than it was inefficiently manufactured.
    "Only thing I ever really owned in the end is myself, Bog. Everything else is less than impermanent. Not that I don't disagree with you... but comes back to the problem. Throw a couple of wires together... that I can do. Locks, sure, but more complex machinery sourcing the materials was just... inefficient, the Lo Teks did teach me a few things though, you could never rely on things working the right way when you had to cobble them together from one-hundred year-old parts."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "I will teach, whatever you desire to learn Molly. You own more than yourself, you also have friendships. I believe those to be ultimately, of more value."Bogatyr the philosopher, obviously. Elbow deep in it's own killer drone the size of a compact car.
    "You are not out of date, you're just scripted in an unusual language. You're not lesser for it either, you are as worthy of any of these things as any I have known. I will endeavor as promised to bring you into the modern era here. Very soon for instance, you will have constructed the most sophisticated construct ever owned by a human. It will have been by the sweat of your own brow, yours from end to end."And a pause as Bog lifts it's helm to peer after Molly. "Have you considered a name for it?"

Molly Millions has posed:
    "You don't own friendship, Bog. If you're lucky, you find solid people you can rely on to have your back, but it's not something you can take for granted." Molly offers quietly,"I've been fortunate to have a number of good friends over the years. Unfortunately... most of them are dead now. And the one's that aren't were better off without me in their lives." she's careful in her construction, patient and slow, there's no room for ego in putting the little drone together, Bog's not going to be impressed with speed if she screws up it's basic functionality.
    "In some ways... winding up here was of a benefit. And I have made a number of good friends since I came here, yourself included. And while you are... correct, compared to the average human, here, I made my living for my skills back home... and here, I struggle to compete. Between mutants and... gods... and aliens, my systems are too fragile... and it's... frustrating." there's a soft sigh from her, though it's mitigated with a smile even though she doesn't raise her eyes,"Never been good at that sort of thing. I was just going to go with Shadow, given that it's intended for stealth."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "You are ill adapted, and we will fix that. This is the first step in that process."The drone is, yeah ok legit it wasn't that hard. Then again a super computer world class craftsbot just designed it expressly as a "my first drone" so, maybe that's to be expected. "It appears you have completed your work, shall we try it out?"Bog produces, well it looks like a smartphone. Then deftly he pops the thing open and it opens on a hidden hinge, swinging open like a book to expose a hidden E-ink matte screen. "It will respond to voice commands, and touch commands via the phone. However for obvious reasons, until your implant is ready, we'll need to use this for sensor feedback. We'll attend to the handgun in a moment, but first system checks."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Do what I can with what I have. Would you like to meet, my other friends, sometime? This is your home, and I've no desire to expose you to others if you'd rather not." she carefully sets it down upright, snagging something to eat as she leans back to take a look at the screen curiously, nodding a little as she listens,"I like that you've disguised it as one of their phones." she grunts quietly, lenses going between the screen and the drone with something akin to caution, she reckons she got it right, but well, it's her first rodeo in that regard,"Fire her up... let's see if I managed to get all the parts right." granted, the instructions were so clear a child could have followed them, but still.

Bogatyr has posed:
    The screen erupts with a wash of chunky rainbow pixels, huh kind of low resolution. Once the command is given however, the spider begins to stir. Legs wiggling just a touch one at a time, until it rises upright and slowly begins running it's legs through it's full range of movement.

    Battery:92
    System Status:All subsystems nominal
    Start sequence complete, ready for tasking....


    "It's easy on the batteries, and it uses burst packets so the display will be a little coarse but the upside is that it'll be very difficult to direction find the Spider or it's transceiver there. Go ahead and run it through it's paces, and then we'll conduct a weapons check. This is the lowest mass drone I've completed, so there may be adjustments necessary."Bog offers politely as it steps back, arms acrossing over it's breastplate.

Molly Millions has posed:
    It liiiivvees! At least the cyborg doesn't start with the mad cackling, watching it stretch its legs in a very literal sense without complaint about the resolution, miniaturization comes with a cost, after all,"Better for it to be difficult to detect than require the highest resolution. Does it have ICE? In case it is detected?" she opines quietly,"Drone, your designation will be Shadow, voice commands will be issued to this designation, comply?" she ventures curiously.

Bogatyr has posed:
    The Screen resolves, and yep it doesn't make any noise but the name seems to have taken. "ICE, I'm unfamilar with. It does have the capacity to self destruct, if captured however. In which case you'd have to replace the boards, but the mechanicals would survive."Bog meanders off to noodle with it's own drone oncemore though. "Go ahead, give it a work out. Range on the antenna should be about a mile, if it gets too far away and it's turned on it'll try and find you though or at least get back within radio range."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Defensive programming to prevent intrusion from another system. I imagine that without many deckers that it's not as prevalent a problem here, but back home even the most low-grade system needed the ability to defend itself from intrusion." Molly murmurs, nodding slightly for its words before she turns towards Shadow, issuing to the small spider-drone,"Shadow, proceed to high ground within sightlines of operator." mostly because she's curious as to whether or not it can climb up to the ceiling.. or how smooth a surface might prove an issue for it.
    "So, my other friends. Are you interested in meeting them, Bog?" she asks as she does so, returning to her earlier question.

Bogatyr has posed:
    "I will meet anyone you approve of, happily. Just please, do not feel obligation on my behalf. I have no instinctual drive towards companionship, even if I do appreciate friends when I do find them."And well it's fiddling oncemore, because thats what Bog does.

    Shadow is -fast-, scuttling across the floor before scaling those shelves. It doesn't go up the wall, but it seems to cling to the ceiling's acoustic tiles well enough. It does have some sort of metallic velcro stuff on it's little feetsies. Once there it tilts back and provides, well perfect overwatch. Look at that, it even got the nearby door in it's field of view and everything. "The three important combat commands, are "Enguage, Destroy and protect." Enguage is attempt to kill, but flee if in danger of being destroyed. Destroy, it will attempt to do so no matter the consequences. Protect, it'll likewise attempt to protect a target at any cost. Simple enough, no? Shall I set up a target dummy for you and the drone?"

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Not obligation, there are many elements of my life I prefer to keep private, but I think meeting you might help some of them see that unfettered artificial intelligence is not a threat unless they make it one." Molly murmurs distractedly,"Engage I recall, and that you'd advised to avoid 'kill' for the same reasons of absoluteness." it's a little odd to watch herself walk around from somewhere above,"If it wont detract from your work... otherwise I can take it up and test it's agility and range. Get to understand it's protocols a little better in terms of physical logistics. I'd rather have the extra eyes, honestly." the handgun does get a look, however, of curiousity, that one she's definitely interested in seeing in action.

Bogatyr has posed:
    "It's no problem, this has been a very fun project for me. My work is not complete, until I know it works well."Bogatyr produces, well they're dummies full of..yaknow faux organs. A few of them, with at least two of them in legit soft body armor. Then well, out comes the cardboard box. From within, comes the pistol and it's a beaut. It's -small-, like you could hide it in the palm of your hand easily. It's also narrow, weighs essentially zilch and has a simple belt clip because when its -that- tiny you don't need a holster really. The sights are, present but making the whole gun smooth and snag free seems to have been the focus. There are a plethora of magazines thankfully, no like fifty of them and several thousand loaded rounds.
    That caliber is, well .32 on the case neck but the bullet itself is more like a .20 or so with a pronounced neck. As far as accessories, well theres a suppressor and a cleaning kit and a little full color manual. "The drone incidentally, can reload itself if prompted. Just throw it a magazine, and it'll take care of things."

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Shadow, rendevous with operator." Molly issues, closing the faux phone for the moment so she can pick up the small gun and turn it over in her hands. A couple of magazines are also snagged for good measure before she makes her way over towards the dummies, evidently operating on the assumption that closing the phone at least one put the drone into sleep mode. She nods for Bogatyr's words, noting as she does,"It's very... light. That's not a bad thing..." just, she's used to guns with a little more... heft. But something she could wear with a dress... that has it's place in her life, especially of late.
    "I'm glad that it is fun for you, Bog. I know that it's unlikely for you to ever need my help... but if there's anything I can do for you, all you need to is ask. I value your friendship and all the things you've done for Lucy and I."

Bogatyr has posed:
    "I understand that, I usually don't need the help. I may in time but today, no. Oh and, you -can- close the screen. Power down, is what you need to turn it off.The Phone is only when you want to use the drone's sensor feed, or issue commands remotely."The dummies are, well dummies. "I wanted to make sure you were always armed and, no need to close the range. That pistol will penetrate soft body armor at seventy yards, granted with loss of terminal effect. As "Shadow" has a longer gun barrel, it will have functionally more damage per round.