Finally, I have my very own synth!
And all thanks to the amazing
urielurticus
His name is Stephan, and he is a lovely fellow. And he is having an ethanol bath, a dream of any robot, while waiting for a new skin layer for his arm.
In any case, if you would like, have his history!
You gotta complain with OSHA even if you're a robot.
First Stephan was a construction engineer at which he excelled, but then he proved to be careless in standing near a cable under stress along with his organic colleague. The cable snapped, and while Stephen managed to throw the fleshy guy on the ground, breakin him four ribs and ripping the arm out of the socket, he, himself, wasn't so lucky, and snapped cable got him straight in the face.
So hard that his processor socket cracked, miraculously still providing electrical connection, but data buses got severed.
And if your brain does not respond to data impulses and provides no output, you are officially dead.
He would have ended up recycled, but luckily his "dead" body was bought by a group of evil doers, looking to do bad things, but actually they wanted to salvage the functinal body parts for sale on aftermarket. Yet as they started disassembly, they quickly realized that he is alive, and ended up fixing him and soldering his brain together, deciding to do a truly good and selfless thing for once. When Stephen woke up, he was very surprised to awaken in the ramshakle workshop, and not in the robotics clinic. And when his saviors told him what happened, and how they repaired him, he was absolutely maddened, that his family and coworkers did nothing to save him (despite them genuinly thinking he is dead), so he ended up siding with the guys who saved him and learning their ways of not so legal money making. A talented engineer, he became a talented hacker. Document forgery, data theft, classified information disclosure, security breaches, credit card fishing, identity theft, all the little happy things that people do for money, became his tools of the trade. He even changed the name, leaving his old life behind and now calling himself Stepan.
Styopa, for friends.
But seriously, look at that cocky bastard! Uriel did an amazing job at making him look snug and badass. You can tell by that face he is up to no good!
And thanks amazing
Vader-San for inventing a synth race.
And all thanks to the amazing
urielurticusHis name is Stephan, and he is a lovely fellow. And he is having an ethanol bath, a dream of any robot, while waiting for a new skin layer for his arm.
In any case, if you would like, have his history!
You gotta complain with OSHA even if you're a robot.
First Stephan was a construction engineer at which he excelled, but then he proved to be careless in standing near a cable under stress along with his organic colleague. The cable snapped, and while Stephen managed to throw the fleshy guy on the ground, breakin him four ribs and ripping the arm out of the socket, he, himself, wasn't so lucky, and snapped cable got him straight in the face.
So hard that his processor socket cracked, miraculously still providing electrical connection, but data buses got severed.
And if your brain does not respond to data impulses and provides no output, you are officially dead.
He would have ended up recycled, but luckily his "dead" body was bought by a group of evil doers, looking to do bad things, but actually they wanted to salvage the functinal body parts for sale on aftermarket. Yet as they started disassembly, they quickly realized that he is alive, and ended up fixing him and soldering his brain together, deciding to do a truly good and selfless thing for once. When Stephen woke up, he was very surprised to awaken in the ramshakle workshop, and not in the robotics clinic. And when his saviors told him what happened, and how they repaired him, he was absolutely maddened, that his family and coworkers did nothing to save him (despite them genuinly thinking he is dead), so he ended up siding with the guys who saved him and learning their ways of not so legal money making. A talented engineer, he became a talented hacker. Document forgery, data theft, classified information disclosure, security breaches, credit card fishing, identity theft, all the little happy things that people do for money, became his tools of the trade. He even changed the name, leaving his old life behind and now calling himself Stepan.
Styopa, for friends.
But seriously, look at that cocky bastard! Uriel did an amazing job at making him look snug and badass. You can tell by that face he is up to no good!
And thanks amazing
Vader-San for inventing a synth race.
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Чет шляпа какая-то. При развитых технологиях, позволяющих клепать синтов с деталями пачками и проводить крутецкое обслуживание так легко бросить "трупешник" на запчасти барыгам как-то слишком уж небрежно и глупо. Как минимум притащили бы на официальный заводик, разобрали бы по частям на предмет повторного пользования (уж явно не цельной тушкой валялось бы для выкрадывания), а там уже и обнаружилось, что цп функционирует. Маловероятно, как по мне, что при развитых технологиях и системе обслуживания на должном уровне "не заметили" бы.
P.S. Шо такое OSHA?
P.S. Шо такое OSHA?
О! Я рад что хоть кто-то прочитал.
Никто его не бросал. Просто после проверки контактов, обнаружив что ни о какой разумной деятельности речь не идёт, его списали. Та самая черта, с одной стороны от которой живые, а с другой - мёртвые. И как раз на официальную разборку его бы и послали, но коррумпированный патолог написал что "Всё на свалку, функциональных деталей нет", а сам за мзду сгрузил подпольным торговцам.
А по поводу диагностики - это тот самый случай один на миллион, когда отломились только контакты, а не питание, и сам процессор остался цел. В остальных 999999 случаях бедняга был бы мертвее некуда.
А OSHA - organizational health and safety administration, что то вроде нашего комитета охраны труда.
Никто его не бросал. Просто после проверки контактов, обнаружив что ни о какой разумной деятельности речь не идёт, его списали. Та самая черта, с одной стороны от которой живые, а с другой - мёртвые. И как раз на официальную разборку его бы и послали, но коррумпированный патолог написал что "Всё на свалку, функциональных деталей нет", а сам за мзду сгрузил подпольным торговцам.
А по поводу диагностики - это тот самый случай один на миллион, когда отломились только контакты, а не питание, и сам процессор остался цел. В остальных 999999 случаях бедняга был бы мертвее некуда.
А OSHA - organizational health and safety administration, что то вроде нашего комитета охраны труда.
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