Post by Dilva on Jan 25, 2017 14:23:02 GMT
Programming an A.I. was not fun, Dilva found. It took an absurd amount of time, lots of coding, and many, many, MANY fail safes to make sure it didn't gain TOO much sentience. Humans seemed obsessed with movies and video games about homicidal A.I.s, but Dilva decided he would rather stay alive...even if he had spent more time than he cared to admit watching horrible Sci-Fi movies. The rare times he could afford a place to actually sleep for a night were odd, and he tended not to dwell on them too much.
It would probably be more helpful, however, if he didn't decide he was going to work the A.I. into his scouter...which was part of his glasses. Everything was a blurry mess, and he was fairly certain he had cut his finger open once already. Picking red as the color for the handles of his tools made it hard to tell, but he felt a distinct pain. His hand's were already scar covered, and rough as it was, due to his Father's mostly in-effective training, so he didn't care, so much as he was just annoyed. And he was already annoyed! Apparently illegal modifications voided the warranty, or something! And really, that just victimized inventors everywhere! If he really cared about it, he'd whip up some sort of petition or something, force them to make cool modifications legal. Maybe he'd add laser vision to it or something next!...no, he wasn't that childish. He refused to entertain the thought any longer than three seconds.
Dilva sighed a little. Really, he had always been like this. Most saiyans were all about battle, and grew to become strong, terrifying fighters! He, on the other hand, much preferred tinkering to anything else. He was weird, but he never really gave it much mind. He rose up with his interests, and even became head of his R&D division! He was useless in a battle, honestly. He had a feeling it would always stay that way! Which...would be a problem if he ever ended up in a war. He had no clue what had been going on back home, not since...almost two years ago when his roommate decided shooting him off to Earth was a good idea! Since then, he had learned the hard way that fighting couldn't be avoided in the way it used to. And unlike on Vegeta, losing could result in a lot more than broken bones and being called a loser. SOME Psychopath might actually want to kill him! And that just wouldn't do.
The pain in his finger had dulled down, as he had a new idea. Sure, HE couldn't be useful in battle without a LOT of hard work (And possibly becoming a giant monkey), but...maybe he could help other people be useful...he was good at making tools, after all. After making the tool, he'd just have to figure out a technique to do the same job! Gadgets were all well and good, but easily breakable. HIM being the gadget would...give others incentive to TRY and keep him alive in a fight. And if he saved a few ally lives along the way, was it really such a bad thing?
He finished his work on the A.I., deciding to stop after setting up all the data, there was really no point in turning the thing on yet. He needed quiet for the moment, having...WHATEVER the A.I. decided to be talking in his ear would just distract him, more than anything else. He doubted he would turn it on for a long, long while anyway. He cleaned up his (surprisingly shallow) cut as best he could, and cleaned up the desk he had converted into a work space. Then it was time to start writing. He jotted down pretty much every idea he had, the moment he had it. To start out, he simply designed a sort of portable shield generator. Upon activation, it could simply take damage until it broke! It was very, very basic, but he couldn't start off with anything amazingly flashy. He didn't have the parts. No parts meant no gadget, and no gadget meant he'd have nothing to observe and learn from. He started putting parts together from his tool box...sometimes things needed to be obtained legally. He would NEVER harm his title as an Inventor by stealing parts! It was in bad taste.
Surprisingly, he managed to hook up all the electrical bits without shocking himself! Given how gripping anything with his right hand made him wince (He was too prideful to visit the hospital, however), he expected to give himself a few good zaps, at least. Once that was done, the casing was easy...enough...which just left assembling the actual generator! It was harder than it sounded, to say the least. What he thought would be easy (He had built a similar device before, though with far, far more parts), turned out to be the hardest thing he had done all day. This time he DID shock himself, and being down to one hand made it far harder to hook up the finer parts to one another. Especially now that a rough wince of pain could potentially mean a broken part.
There was one point where he was absolutely certain he had done everything right! The device's light even started glowing his trademark green! It tried to generate a bubble, even!
And then it exploded in his face, with a loud boom, leaving about seventeen pieces of former generator. And another cut on Dilva's arm, though at least this one wasn't too serious either. He DID suffer a few bruises as well, from when he flopped out of his chair with a loud yelp, and hit the hard, tile floor. He did not miss the irony of his shield device damaging him, no.
The next two attempts didn't go much better, but at least then the device simply fizzled and shorted out, instead of harming the poor dork. Then there was frustration, and the device got shattered over Dilva's knee. He was getting pretty tired of this. He could have made 50 already, if he had proper tools, two hands, and more parts! Instead, it just seemed like all he was doing was literally beating himself up. And he didn't think nearly killing himself with lab explosions would trigger any sort of crazy saiyan boost. Though he had heard about one guy who tried to jump a gorge on a hover-cycle, then fell and broke every bone in his body. He got the boost, though it didn't help when he tried it again and died.
Some saiyans could be real idiots.
But then it was starting to seem like he was too. Only good at one thing, which wasn't the one thing Saiyans were SUPPOSED to be good at. And now it started to seem like he had even lost the ability to do that right! He felt even more useless at that point! How was he supposed to get revenge for the prank if he never got stronger than the jerk who pranked him? It felt so HOPELESS. Maybe he would just settle in on earth, have a nice redemption arc, and become a good guy, instead of just...Lawful Evil? What would he even call his alignment? Lawful something, at least. He only broke one...two human laws. Out of desperation, you see! It was okay!...even if he wasn't.
His Father was worse than his roommate though. There were no pranks there, just cold hard, Stern Fatherly Shame, for the son who couldn't win a single fight, and was just about as UN-Saiyan as could be. He had seen a similar earth Movie-How to Train your Arcosian. He had only watched it for ironic purposes, to stick it to the Arcosians, and such! Not because he connected to the characters or anything. Though he suspected the movie may have been just a bit insensitive, and more than just a bit awful. He sort of felt bad for the Arcosians but sort of didn't at the same time. They sucked.
Dilva shook his head, and this time there was something different in his eyes than there had been before. Determination. He started over from scratch, right from the wiring, no more recycling parts, either! He didn't care if he ran out! Screw redemption arcs! Screw thinking about his horrible childhood! Screw Alignment (So long as he didn't get penalties for playing against it)! He was STILL the best inventor! And he was still a prideful asshole! Shoving feelings further down inside was always better than thinking about them.
The device was completed again, and a smirk spread across his face, as a grin tinted, round, shield appeared around him. Now he just had to learn.
((End! Taking PL. Clarifying Dilva has not learned any tech's here, he just built something to help him in the future. The device will not be used in any actual threads. Only for Dilva solo plot junk.))
It would probably be more helpful, however, if he didn't decide he was going to work the A.I. into his scouter...which was part of his glasses. Everything was a blurry mess, and he was fairly certain he had cut his finger open once already. Picking red as the color for the handles of his tools made it hard to tell, but he felt a distinct pain. His hand's were already scar covered, and rough as it was, due to his Father's mostly in-effective training, so he didn't care, so much as he was just annoyed. And he was already annoyed! Apparently illegal modifications voided the warranty, or something! And really, that just victimized inventors everywhere! If he really cared about it, he'd whip up some sort of petition or something, force them to make cool modifications legal. Maybe he'd add laser vision to it or something next!...no, he wasn't that childish. He refused to entertain the thought any longer than three seconds.
Dilva sighed a little. Really, he had always been like this. Most saiyans were all about battle, and grew to become strong, terrifying fighters! He, on the other hand, much preferred tinkering to anything else. He was weird, but he never really gave it much mind. He rose up with his interests, and even became head of his R&D division! He was useless in a battle, honestly. He had a feeling it would always stay that way! Which...would be a problem if he ever ended up in a war. He had no clue what had been going on back home, not since...almost two years ago when his roommate decided shooting him off to Earth was a good idea! Since then, he had learned the hard way that fighting couldn't be avoided in the way it used to. And unlike on Vegeta, losing could result in a lot more than broken bones and being called a loser. SOME Psychopath might actually want to kill him! And that just wouldn't do.
The pain in his finger had dulled down, as he had a new idea. Sure, HE couldn't be useful in battle without a LOT of hard work (And possibly becoming a giant monkey), but...maybe he could help other people be useful...he was good at making tools, after all. After making the tool, he'd just have to figure out a technique to do the same job! Gadgets were all well and good, but easily breakable. HIM being the gadget would...give others incentive to TRY and keep him alive in a fight. And if he saved a few ally lives along the way, was it really such a bad thing?
He finished his work on the A.I., deciding to stop after setting up all the data, there was really no point in turning the thing on yet. He needed quiet for the moment, having...WHATEVER the A.I. decided to be talking in his ear would just distract him, more than anything else. He doubted he would turn it on for a long, long while anyway. He cleaned up his (surprisingly shallow) cut as best he could, and cleaned up the desk he had converted into a work space. Then it was time to start writing. He jotted down pretty much every idea he had, the moment he had it. To start out, he simply designed a sort of portable shield generator. Upon activation, it could simply take damage until it broke! It was very, very basic, but he couldn't start off with anything amazingly flashy. He didn't have the parts. No parts meant no gadget, and no gadget meant he'd have nothing to observe and learn from. He started putting parts together from his tool box...sometimes things needed to be obtained legally. He would NEVER harm his title as an Inventor by stealing parts! It was in bad taste.
Surprisingly, he managed to hook up all the electrical bits without shocking himself! Given how gripping anything with his right hand made him wince (He was too prideful to visit the hospital, however), he expected to give himself a few good zaps, at least. Once that was done, the casing was easy...enough...which just left assembling the actual generator! It was harder than it sounded, to say the least. What he thought would be easy (He had built a similar device before, though with far, far more parts), turned out to be the hardest thing he had done all day. This time he DID shock himself, and being down to one hand made it far harder to hook up the finer parts to one another. Especially now that a rough wince of pain could potentially mean a broken part.
There was one point where he was absolutely certain he had done everything right! The device's light even started glowing his trademark green! It tried to generate a bubble, even!
And then it exploded in his face, with a loud boom, leaving about seventeen pieces of former generator. And another cut on Dilva's arm, though at least this one wasn't too serious either. He DID suffer a few bruises as well, from when he flopped out of his chair with a loud yelp, and hit the hard, tile floor. He did not miss the irony of his shield device damaging him, no.
The next two attempts didn't go much better, but at least then the device simply fizzled and shorted out, instead of harming the poor dork. Then there was frustration, and the device got shattered over Dilva's knee. He was getting pretty tired of this. He could have made 50 already, if he had proper tools, two hands, and more parts! Instead, it just seemed like all he was doing was literally beating himself up. And he didn't think nearly killing himself with lab explosions would trigger any sort of crazy saiyan boost. Though he had heard about one guy who tried to jump a gorge on a hover-cycle, then fell and broke every bone in his body. He got the boost, though it didn't help when he tried it again and died.
Some saiyans could be real idiots.
But then it was starting to seem like he was too. Only good at one thing, which wasn't the one thing Saiyans were SUPPOSED to be good at. And now it started to seem like he had even lost the ability to do that right! He felt even more useless at that point! How was he supposed to get revenge for the prank if he never got stronger than the jerk who pranked him? It felt so HOPELESS. Maybe he would just settle in on earth, have a nice redemption arc, and become a good guy, instead of just...Lawful Evil? What would he even call his alignment? Lawful something, at least. He only broke one...two human laws. Out of desperation, you see! It was okay!...even if he wasn't.
His Father was worse than his roommate though. There were no pranks there, just cold hard, Stern Fatherly Shame, for the son who couldn't win a single fight, and was just about as UN-Saiyan as could be. He had seen a similar earth Movie-How to Train your Arcosian. He had only watched it for ironic purposes, to stick it to the Arcosians, and such! Not because he connected to the characters or anything. Though he suspected the movie may have been just a bit insensitive, and more than just a bit awful. He sort of felt bad for the Arcosians but sort of didn't at the same time. They sucked.
Dilva shook his head, and this time there was something different in his eyes than there had been before. Determination. He started over from scratch, right from the wiring, no more recycling parts, either! He didn't care if he ran out! Screw redemption arcs! Screw thinking about his horrible childhood! Screw Alignment (So long as he didn't get penalties for playing against it)! He was STILL the best inventor! And he was still a prideful asshole! Shoving feelings further down inside was always better than thinking about them.
The device was completed again, and a smirk spread across his face, as a grin tinted, round, shield appeared around him. Now he just had to learn.
((End! Taking PL. Clarifying Dilva has not learned any tech's here, he just built something to help him in the future. The device will not be used in any actual threads. Only for Dilva solo plot junk.))
