(( Damn, now I'm going to imagine a sneering grin under that gasmask every time the Doctor is mentioned.
...Wa-wa-waaait!
the doc and AM are't unrealistically buffed, you just don't know the realities of what they are
Shit. I think now we really need to see the AM through those eyes. Victoria Seras-esque? That'd explain the lack of scars, at the very least. And the number of completed missions. ))
Sounds reasonable. Maurice goes silent for a few moments. How do you suppose, is there any chance they'll pass along my 'request of a few cerebra for scientific reasons'? People tend to disdain the languages of the past these days, you know. Especially the grumpy men too busy being in charge. And Simus knows that language perfectly well.
Read on regular AIs, writing them and their known limitations.
>If there is ever a moment when I believe such a communication might get through, I'll let them know.The book talks about two kinds of AI, standard and something called "ERPA" AI's, or "Evolutionary Rapid Possibility Assessment"
Read and learn more!
The book of wind seems to be in relation to other types of swordsmanship and seems rather out of date.
((I really don't want to find out.unless it's useful goodies.))
Read on!. Also remember anything useful. Quickly mention a bit of info about hitler to whoever is watching the tv.
"Hitler? Really? He has been dead since the 1940s. So I seriously doubt its him." Jack then sighs in disbelief and goes back to reading the book.
"If there was a guy with that name that long ago, imagine how many of them could be there today. Over what, two millenia? Allow for linguistic shifts turning names around, you never know. Assuming it's a surname. And that show is accurate."
Zap. Search for some racing sport show, perhaps. Something with rules.
There appears to be a racing show of sorts on here. It involves some sort of hybrid man-cars wheels for limbs racing around a track stark naked. Well...thats a thing.
Go to the armory. Keep both eyes open.
"I need a bottle of the strongest booze ya got."
((I am NOT looking at the armory master. Women have less restraint when they think you're peering down their shirts. Combine that with the fact she has incredibly powerful weapons within reach, and Morul likes living.))
"The strongest? Thats Maldavian Mind Rot. You sure you want that? I think the last guy we gave it to is in a coma somewhere..."