[Amos is right for caring about his own shit instead of Demeisen’s weirdness. That’s not important.]
[It makes plenty of sense to Demeisen that Amos’s ship didn’t have an avatar, and not only because he’d literally just said he didn’t know androids were real. Civ like that, only just starting to explore other star systems, probably didn’t have AIs to boast about. No need for a ship avatar when the ship itself wasn’t even smart to begin with.
But Amos’s offer makes him bark out a laugh, full-throated and incredulously amused.]
May as well attempt brain surgery after taking a fucking first-aid class. For pets.
[Which is to say, Amos wouldn’t even know what he was looking at, much less how to fix any issues. So, no, he’s not interested in letting a “ship mechanic”—grief, what an antiquated term—operate on him. But at least he got a good chortle out of it, and that’s something.
He doesn’t quite follow after Amos immediately. Demeisen spends a few moments inspecting the cornerstone after he watches the other man use it, trying to understand exactly what this thing does and how it’s meant to be activated. Ultimately, though, he isn’t figuring out shit without his full range of systems being online, and the intervening minutes between his waking beneath the Tree and now have not allowed him to make any progress on getting them up and running. Eventually, he’ll just need to touch it and follow wherever Amos has gone, still naked and covered in sap and dirt.]
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[It makes plenty of sense to Demeisen that Amos’s ship didn’t have an avatar, and not only because he’d literally just said he didn’t know androids were real. Civ like that, only just starting to explore other star systems, probably didn’t have AIs to boast about. No need for a ship avatar when the ship itself wasn’t even smart to begin with.
But Amos’s offer makes him bark out a laugh, full-throated and incredulously amused.]
May as well attempt brain surgery after taking a fucking first-aid class. For pets.
[Which is to say, Amos wouldn’t even know what he was looking at, much less how to fix any issues. So, no, he’s not interested in letting a “ship mechanic”—grief, what an antiquated term—operate on him. But at least he got a good chortle out of it, and that’s something.
He doesn’t quite follow after Amos immediately. Demeisen spends a few moments inspecting the cornerstone after he watches the other man use it, trying to understand exactly what this thing does and how it’s meant to be activated. Ultimately, though, he isn’t figuring out shit without his full range of systems being online, and the intervening minutes between his waking beneath the Tree and now have not allowed him to make any progress on getting them up and running. Eventually, he’ll just need to touch it and follow wherever Amos has gone, still naked and covered in sap and dirt.]