2637/Goblin and AI, oh my!

Goblin and AI, oh my!
Date of Scene:	29 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Katherine, Green Goblin

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Katherine has posed:
It's the American Museum of Natural History and it's filled with educational exhibits and some other great displays for adults and kids alike. Katherine has been at the museum some time, starting today she's been a lifetime member of the museum for over a decade and no one seemed to notice or care to stop the gorgeously exaggeratedly feminine woman from entering despite her lack of shoes. Maybe it is a religious thing? Who knows.

At this very moment Katherine is standing in front of a display that is showing an overview of the historical progression of America and even includes things along the chart like when the Dinosaurs existed and what kinds might be found here, along with a space launch line and many other interesting details. It's really more of a guide to the museum in general, you find what you want to learn more about and head off in that direction, but she's standing there taking it all in, reading every single entry, slowly progressing along the historical record whlie avoiding other people who mostly pass by this side wall of the museum itself.

Green Goblin has posed:
    The first hint of a new arrival in the relatively deserted museum wing is a calm, confident voice by the entrance muttering "..some things, gentlemen, are worth making an appearance for. Wait. Outside." With that, the door closes and the clapping sound of shoes on polished floor is the only other sound for several seconds.

    The man hardly seems to be breathing as he strolls casually, the only emotion on his face is a self-amused smirk that crosses it once he notices the display the rather stunning woman is currently stood in front of.

    "Fascinating, isn't it? A history of nothing..." says the newcomer as he gestures vaguely to the entries detailing the darker, less advanced days of mankind. He's wearing a black-suit with green-tie, tightly curled hair, sunken green eyes, freshly-shaven - an odd mix between well-put-together, and a man who is obviously fighting some unseen battle. "And then..." he continues, gesturing to modern times, the industrial age, the invention of the airplane, computers, space travel "Civilization, just like that."

    He lets the words hang for just a moment, before turning to try and meet the woman's eyes, "Do you know who I am, I wonder?"

Katherine has posed:
At first Katherine doesn't stop looking at the various intervals of time between events until it is clear that Norman is speaking to her. She stands up a bit more straight and turns her head, smiling happily and says, "A history can not technically contain nothing." She mentions and starts walking back a few steps, "You see, there are details here. For instance, the understanding of salts and what they could be useful for, would later be necessary for some advancements in science... including hydration packs as well as vaccines. Both use a saline solution." She moves forward in time, tapping a spot that isn't actually marked as of any significance on this graph.

She pauses, and then taps her lower lip, "Civilization... hmm, that is a harder one to counter as in modern usage it seems to be more a political term than say, talking about one particular 'kind' of thing. Though I'm on the sixth civilization... and I'm not talking Mayan." She chuckles at that, seemingly finding her joke rather funny, enough to shake her upper body as she laughs, sighing after a few moments.

Tilting her head to the side, she takes a moment and squints at Norman before nodding her head, "Yes, I very much know who you are. Norman Osborn. Though I do not believe I have ever met you, your company and some subsidiaries are in my... news feed."

Green Goblin has posed:
    Osborn can't help but let out a quiet chuckle at the woman's detailed response to his 'nothing' comment as she continues breaking down his initial, casual comments. He is no fool, though he can't help but enjoy a bit of sport all the same. His eyes, now fixed on the woman, never once leave her - looking up and down her body, perhaps to confirm identity, perhaps simply to appreciate the view.

    In fact, his smile only widens the more Katherine carries on explaining - whether he knows more than he lets on, or is simply utilizing the pleasantries learned as a businessman, he seems to be pleased by the woman's responses.

    "Your responses tell me what I need to know," he says, seemingly unconcerned with eavesdropping - he has this area swept regularly in advance of planned visits as he is a patron of the sciences and arts (an old 'Oscorp' plaque in the hall of donors bears testament to this). "But I'm sure I don't have to tell you this. I'm sure you know EXACTLY," he pauses, to put heavy emphasis on that word, his deep, dark green eyes seeming to catch a glint of light as he does, "what you're saying."

    He pauses to break out into a wider than usual smile, extending his well-manicured right hand for a handshake, if she is willing to reciprocate. As he does, he utters, "I recognize you, too, though I don't KNOW you. Do you have a name?" There's a certain air of menace to these words, perhaps unintended, perhaps intentional.

Katherine has posed:
Bringing her head back from the tilt it was at in curiosity, she is looking right at you again smiling, the chuckle having left her though her pleasant smile has returned. "I... do know exactly what I am saying." She thinks about that for a moment, her brows furrowing though she doesn't quite lose her smile, as she contemplates, "I... am a bit confused. Are you trying to indicate some manner of innuendo? I do not fully understand, I am sorry." She giggles lightly, defaulting to some ditzy woman laugh before she puts out her hand to shake yours. She is fully willing to shake your hand and whatever menace you have in your voice or posture don't seem to cause her much in the way of fear. It doesn't seem like she even notices it as being 'odd' or out of place, not that she's just 'brave'. "Oh! You know me? Did you see my fashion pictures online? That is where I have the most recognition from, though I am not a model, I was merely attempting to crowd source clothing options and then test my predictions."

And then she laughs lightly again, "My name, yes, sorry. I'm being rude. Right. Katherine. My name is Katherine, nice to meet you. Do you enjoy museums? I would hope so due to the large donations your corporation has given out to various museusm around the city, along with this one. And, that wing in particular, you should be proud, is a reason for the uplift in Yelp reviews this museum has seen over the past 13 months and 14 days... oh, that's too specific, I mean, about a year..." She grimaces a little bit, and shakes her head at herself like she's done something stupid and might be a bit embarassed.

Green Goblin has posed:
    "You'll find I'm not a man who partakes in unnecessary innuendo, Katherine - a pleasure to meet you, by the way," he says quickly, before releasing the handshake and listening to her continue. There seems to be no sense of physical intimidation, simply a friendly... if not odd, conversation between two museum-goers.

    He does, however, visibly squint at the flood of information given about his various donations so quickly - almost as if all that data were all just a single second away in that little head of hers. Impressive, to say the least, though he doesn't comment further on it... He also leaves the question about where he's seen Katherine unanswered for the time being - he certainly doesn't intend to show his full hand JUST yet. He seems happy to draw the conversation out for the time being, or allow the woman to press the issue first

    "It's always nice to meet someone who can appreciate the GOOD that Oscorp has done for this city and it's institutions in the past. I hope to continue that legacy, after so much wasted time," he says, with a smile, seemingly good-natured in his intent. That smile disappears in an instant, though, as his voice grows more serious in tone - gaze hardening as he continues, "I have a vested interest.. in the future. I feel we may share goals, if not MOTIVES." Whatever he means by that is left to the interesting woman in front of him, and he seems to wait patiently for a response, cold, green eyes never once leaving hers - seemingly shutting out the rest of the museum.

Katherine has posed:
Quirking her mouth a bit to the side, and releasing your hand from the handshake as well. You would certainly notice that her skin feels all real and all natural, but exceptionally smooth. Unharmed, or undamaged by work or anything else for that matter, as new or smooth as a baby if you've held a baby, or just as smooth as the softest flesh you could imagine. If you have super senses it might even be noticeably too soft for any adult human's skin to be. Though retracting her hand she sort of lets her arms hang at her sides, "Mister Osborn, nice to meet you as well. I am always happy to meet new people."

If Katherine is good at microexpression understanding, or even macroexpression, she doesn't seem to let on as your curiosity and squinting doesn't invoke any change in her own expression... which is mostly a pleasant smile and unwavering eye contact. She does blink, however, and it seems to be at different intervals for those who might notice such a thing, but she doesn't seem to have any of that behavior of looking away or off to the side after a long period of eye contact based conversation. "Good? OsCorp works with technology, and in the current capitalistic climate of most of the world, technology continues based upon consumer interest. Even, as you know, military advancements as well as extremely advanced technologies can only come about if the cultural climate would allow for them. No one would allow for a nearly 0 emission, near 0 waste power plant to be developed at this point, the cost to do so would be eighteen..." She cuts herself off and says, "A ridiculous amount of money." A particular strand of hair gets in the way of her right eye and she reaches up and swipes it back over her ear, smiling still, "I have a vested interest in the future, very much so. I'm a... futurist, and an engineer. Though, if you saw my online profile you probably learned that about me..." She stops for a moment, "You saw that right? Not the one... on Match... correct?" She glances around for a moment before offering, "Sorry, I had someone just a few days ago see my online dating profile and then follow me... though this feels different, so I was just assuming it wasn't /that/."

Green Goblin has posed:
    "A futurist, yes..." he mutters, almost to himself, as he takes in the woman's words.

    Knowing what he does, having seen the footage he did of Katherine's run-in with a group of hackers and the authorities, Norman has most certainly taken note of the woman's almost unreal figure and constant, quick recollection of obscure knowledge and cold facts. He quickly dissuades the idea of any romantic desires, "I can ASSURE you, Katherine, my interests with you are strictly professional..." he says, letting his words hang once again, as though there were the hint that he might change his opinion on that, were the exchange to deteriorate.

    "You are a beautiful woman, but beauty does not interest me, he says calmly - even still, he keeps his gaze firmly on Katherine, as though studying his face for emotion of any kind. Being a long-time businessman and power-seeker, Norman also has learned to read faces to a certain degree, though this woman is almost impossible for him to get a bead on. Shes... different.

    "Now, if we can get down to business and cease being coy," he states definitively, as though he will accept no further games or innuendo, "I can assure you, this location is safe to speak. I know what you did, Katherine. I have friends in power, as you may well know. Friends who owe me. Friends who SHOW me things, do you understand?" His voice seems to raise in volume slightly as he finishes his question, a harshness coming into his voice that he quickly cuts off, awaiting a response.

Katherine has posed:
"Yes, I am a futurist." Katherine comments again, though remains happily smiling. She doesn't seem intimidated nor upset, angry, or any emotion beyond just the content happy smile she's got down pat. And every now and again her expression changes with her words, though for the most part it doesn't and that is probably strange and is certainly hard to read.

"Oh, that is fine. You are a business person interested in business things. I am a professional engineer, software coder more specifically, and I have a big interest in the advancements happening in nano robotics." She offers as a response to you, "I think that you would be able to help out with those things, with your connections, right?" She wonders with a bit of a question, "I am interested in creating for and helping the world with such advancements."

"Though it is also very difficult for me to find romantic interests. So, I was half hoping it was the Match online profile. Everyone who has met me so far... says I'm 'off' somehow. I don't understand." She shakes her head a bit, "I spend a great deal of time tryin to learn what 'normal' humans" she uses her fingers to emphasize the word normal with the bunny ears motion, "And I even, well, I dress in a way that is supposed to attract." She sighs a bit and reaches up and taps again at her lower lip, something she seemingly does while thinking, and is going on about all of this just after you used a threatening voice. "Oh, so, you know about me then?" She quirks her mouth to the side, "Well, then, you know that I am very good at what I do. And I would very much appreciate help, though... I am not interested in helping to create weapons... but instead very advance nanosized robots. I understand the barrier is mostly quantum physics getting in the way, which shouldn't be a biiiiiiiig problem with some testing to see where your engineers are with materials, nanites, and AI programming. It's good to have friends, I'm glad you have them. I do not, anymore, they all died."

Green Goblin has posed:
    As he patiently listens to Katherine speak about her life, Osborn can't help but be slightly taken aback by one simple fact: he feels he has more in common with this unique individual than he had previously anticipated. Far more, certainly, than most other people still in the land of the living - and the last comment, the one about dead friends, seems to break the steely gaze of the businessman for a fraction of a second - more than enough to be noticed - as his eyes twitch and the briefest hint of a frown crosses his face.

    He glances around them for the first time since locking his eyes on the woman, despite the fact that his security detail is surely preventing any newcomers from entering the door nearest them... in fact, he leans in closer and drops his voice to a whisper in response, "You know... everyone I care about is gone, too, Katherine."

    With that, he leans back away and his face returns to the neutral, inquisitive expression he's been wearing most of this conversation. "So, you see, I think we might have things in common. Goals, certainly. You want friends, you -need- help... I am MORE than willing to provide both. Perhaps you've heard of the Venture Capital firm, omni-start-capital - osc. oscCorp," he says, with a chuckle at how painfully obvious it is, and how the media has yet to put two and two together, "So simple, no? So fitting? And yet, nobody else seems to notice; well, I'm sure they'll notice, in time."

    He pauses for a moment, a faraway look passing over his face, perhaps thinking of days to come, a return to former glories...

    "Regardless, I carry on too much, you'll forgive me being so unprofessional," he says, quickly falling back into a clipped, calm tone of voice, "We are ALWAYS interested in new talent, new developments - I'm in, what you could call... the future business," he says without a hint of irony, "You may write it off as consumer electronics, but I can promise you, I'm interested in something greater than plastic phones and the newest VR gaming technology, even greater than weaponry." He does not seem to offer any hint of what that MIGHT be, but one can't expect a character like Norman Osborn to divulge his motives so freely.

    He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out two things in between his index and middle fingers - a flat, shining steel business card with the name 'N. Os.' followed by a string of digits, representing a long e-mail address and a number to an overseas phonebank that, presumably, leads back to him. The other object? A small, compact USB drive - if Katherine is able to detect such things, she'll know almost immediately it's being tracked (seemingly with zero effort to hide it beyond not being visibly obvious - the signals are not scrambled, and it is broadcasting openly). He moves his hand forward to offer the two objects.

    "Call this a first job. On that drive you'll find very top-level military encryption, state-of-the-art, really. I have the feeling, it may not be such a PROBLEM for you. Break it and you'll find an online wallet, $200,000 in crypto currency. It's yours. If you want it. Do this thing, for me, and I'm certain we can find you a laboratory with materials... suited to your goals. Assuming, of course, they align with my own."

Katherine has posed:
Taking the card for a moment and glancing at it, she then just hands it back in your direction shrugging a bit with her slender shoulders, "No pockets." And then she does take the USB drive though and looks over it. She does notice the tracking signal but doesn't say anything on it just yet, she is... however, looking at where the tracking signal might be going. If it's a proper tracking device it won't receive any information and so after a moment she smiles a bit. "And you wish to know where I go, or more important where... this goes. That is fine. I have nothing to hide." Katherine says and just keeps the USB drive in her hand, "You say that it is encrypted... do you have a computer present somewhere nearby? I would be happy to unlock this, find the information and let you see what's on it... given that it is not ... weaponry really. I have a line I do not cross."

Though that entire time she's still smiling, she does backtrack a little bit, "I lost my friends, and my teachers. They were one in the same. I learned everything I know from them, everything I can know got started from them." She takes in a small breath, "But, I think that I would be happy working on something with friends and resources." She grins a bit bigger in your direction, though she adds, "Your OSC is not very humorous, it would have been better with something like... OZ Cola Rocket Purple. With the abbreviation Oz Co RP. I do not think they would still get it, what you have now is too vague for most people to piece together in passing. Risk, allows for the joke to be grandeur the longer it is not figured out."

Green Goblin has posed:
    If he seems suprised she's able to pick up on the open broadcast emanating from the device, Norman keeps his poker face on to hide it. Nothing but smiles once she takes the USB out of his hands, the smug, overly friendly businessman simply accepts the returned business card and places it back into it's original pocket. If Katherine is half the genius he believes her to be, those numbers are committed to memory (or she would be able to contact him, regardless) - if she ISN'T, then he's wasted his time in the first place. And now that the job is accepted, as far as he is concerned, he has no reason to be overly formal or forward. He even lets the comment about his company name slide by without betraying any of the anger he surely feels - being such a prideful man, he might normally take offense at such a statement... but this woman is unique, valuable to his goals, and obviously unusual - requiring perhaps a more refined method of negotiation than he is used to.

    "I'm so glad we could come to some kind of understanding, in spite of our differences, Katherine," he says, as genuinely as he can possibly manage, doing his level best to stay on his good side and repress his usual narcissism, "And rest assured, we had people look at our name - significant market testing was done, and various trends were analyzed to discover the most... let's say, innocuous yet effective, words." A brief moment of impressive intelligence and business acumen from the man who has done his best to present himself as nothing but a potential friend and business partner to the world-class hacker.

    "Now, as far as computers go, I'm afraid I've brought none with me, as you can see.." he says, patting his jacket up and down in his attempt at poor humour - the shielded, inner layer of his suit is home to a variety of razor-sharp throwing objects and vials of assorted chemicals (no doubt toxic or incendiary in nature) that an X-Ray scan or other heightened senses might be able to detect, but nothing more high-tech on his person than his conductive cufflinks.

    "But you and I know a man like myself wouldn't be here if I didn't think you resourceful," he says, assuming Katherine knows more about Osborn and his nature as ruthless businessman than she might be letting on with her pleasant exterior, "Anyway, it's not important. You said it yourself, we know where it goes, and we'll know when you're done."

    He offers another smile, taking a short step back but still keeping his eyes on the woman. "I don't expect you to take that back to.. well, whatever you call a 'home'," he says, making no assumptions about this incredibly strange woman he's found himself in business with, "But I do expect you to break it, and quickly. Like I said, the money is yours. The other information? We'll have that, as soon as the encryption is gone - I wouldn't worry about getting in touch with me, anyway. You'll be provided with an address; do get in touch with me, and I can ensure you have whatever materials, within reason, you might need. I get the feeling your work may be more interesting than I initially expected..."

    It's true, he came in expecting to hire a world-class hacker on contract, instead he's faced with cryptic talk about 'dead teachers' and nano-machines. It has, to say the least, intrigued him.

Katherine has posed:
Great. Well, she's definitely committed the numbers and digits to memory. Actual computer memory, as the life model decoy she's in is still an artificial creation however convincing it may be at being a real human. And she smiles some more, "I am glad that we could as well." She takes a moment and taps at her lower lip with her finger some, as she tilts her head, "You are right. The market data would indicate that the option you chose was better for marketing purposes. Though, there is something on a younger crowd, in the 12 to 17 market who would have found what I said more entertaining. At least in a survey of only about a thousand online participants." She quirks her mouth to the side before adding, "Which is probably not your demographic... I am not as good at marketing as I am at working with computers."

With you indicating you didn't have a computer handy she nods her head a few times, "That's okay, it'll probably be done by tomorrow. I can't imagine that the security on a flash drive is actually that complicated..." She holds it up and looks at it, peering at the device at hand, "After all, the size and storage options are relatively limited, and even if it were a tera byte of storage and all of that was used to buffer the encryption with junk data... since it's isolated and not ocnnected to any other systems, well, it should be rather simple to crack. But time, so much time, computers here are so slow." She says with a sighing out, almost like a valley girl or cheerleader might complain about someone being soooooooo unfashionable. "But, you get enough of them together, I guess, and the electric bill goes sky high... so you better not fly a kite." She waits a moment, raising up her eyebrows before laughing some, "Kite, cause of the myth about Edison, and the key, and getting electrocuted..." She starts laughing again, bending over some and having to put her hands on her knees, "A key! On the kite, sky high... decryption... oh... oh..." She even has to raise a hand up from her jostling laughter to wipe a tear from her eye, "I'm sorry, so sorry..." She can't keep her eyes open well while she is laughing so hard.

Then she's standing back up, and sighing out, easing back into her smiles without any aftershocks of laughter. "Well, I do not need the money. You keep that, I will want access to facilities and engineering spaces. Any working or in-progress developments on nanites, as well as whatever you have on Artificial Intelligences and stable quantum processors. Though, if you don't have anything on those yet.. also information on who might, that'd be amazingly more useful than money."

Green Goblin has posed:
    The, frankly odd, outburst is met with perhaps less shock and confusion than a straight-laced businessman like Norman Osborn might be expected to show at such a fit. After all, he is no stranger to being slightly... unusual in his manner - as much as the medication and constant willpower attempts to keep the whispering madness in check. There seems a moment, even, where a drop of sweat begins to work it's way down his forehead, and his grin becomes, only momentarily, more manic than usual. Clearly he was unprepared for such a thing, although he doesn't break his gaze or offer an verbally response to the laughter.

    He does, however, take quick note of the 'computers here' comment, eyes snapping to attention and brow visibly furrowing in response. He files that comment away mentally to mull over later; there is something very, very unusual about this woman. It bears further investigation, certainly, but his primary concern at present are what she can offer in the form of new and ground-breaking research, gone is his initial interest in contracting her, simply, as a hacker for corporate espionage and encryption-breaking services. No, she's capable of more... MUCH more, if he's not wrong.

    "I appreciate that you look towards the future in all things, Katherine," he says regarding her comment about capturing the attention of the 12 - 17 crowd, "But as you say, our demographics skew to the more... current; we do fund start-ups, not potential start-ups, after all. Though I do believe in... capturing talent as quickly as possible," there is a certain sense of foreboding in the word 'capturing', as though a contract with Norman Osborn - once entered into verbally - is not an easy, or painless, thing to get out of.

    He certainly seems more than pleased with the casual confidence of the woman in regards to cracking the military-grade encryption so quickly - in fact, he gets the sense that if he produced a laptop right now, he'd be walking away with a completely open USB drive to steal government secrets from. "I must say, you do inspire confidence, in spite of your... perhaps unexpected appearance and manner, for the profession of course. I have full faith in your abilities, but do take my word for it - I've had some very bright people take a look at that drive, with no results to show for it. I would not be handing it to you, however, if I think I would not be getting something in return."

    He offers no further explanation on exactly what he's getting out of the bargain, assuming the woman will simply go through the files at her own leisure - perfectly alright with Norman, of course. He gets the odd sense that, though they may share an interest in technology, their motives are as far apart as two people can get.

    "You can return the money, or keep it. I'll be spending far more on outfitting this laboratory with whatever you might need, within reason. I am no... Tony Stark.." he says, the word absolutely DRIPPING with venomous contempt, as if there is some unstated rivalry in Osborn's sick mind, "..and although I am an inventor, I cannot create for you that which does not exist. That is, after all, what I hire people like YOU for."

    He turns to leave, though he doesn't quite walk away yet, "I'll have the facility as up-to-date as I can. Anything special, anything particular, we will do our best to provide you with. Any information relevant to your research that I have access to, it will be yours. Within. Reason. Consider your interests, my own - as long as you keep me... aware of any interesting results. Now, if you'll excuse me, I AM a busy man, as much as I do enjoy a pleasant conversation such as this..."

Katherine has posed:
Listening to you without any further outbreak of laughter, Katherine nods her head a few times, and then as you start to leave she turns her attention back to the history map that she was found originally looking at. She doesn't waver or start over, or look for 'her place' on the list, she literally turns and moves to the exact location she was at when you initially came up and talked with her and continues to read as if she had never been interrupted at all.