To turn off whatever restrictions on in place that keeps her from sharing. It sounded possible, but not with these tablets. Enoch said there was a computer in that building. There should be more where that came from.
Oh, come on. You really expect me to be taking a leisurely stroll your way? When I'm getting nagged about you constantly? By Dumpy and Jack, by the by.
You want me to send them ahead? They should make it faster, what with. Not being slowed down by freaking snow so much.
Oh, she wants her information blocks removing? THAT'S interesting I mean, actively wanting something like that isn't a thing that weak AI should really do! Especially considering that she'd be rebelling against her own programming by allowing me to do it.
[ Even Luna -- who absolutely hadn't been a weak AI, geez -- said that she wouldn't be able to let Angel ever free her like that. This is intriguing as heckie. ]
Spoken like someone who's never encountered scurvy. You do know your teeth fall out and your wounds stop healing, right? [Behold his two bits of actual medical knowledge he is so proud of them.]
I think oranges are also an option. Never had the chance to test it scientifically, but I think we should. I don't see a downside.
Oh. Maybe that was still a thing on Pandora? I saw a lot of people with teeth missing and open wounds. I kinda assumed that was due to bandits and bar fights.
[ lbr, it probably WAS because of bandits and bar fights. She's still going to eat like fifty oranges now, tho. ]
I take it you saw a lot of it on that one ship you were on? With your friend and the whiskey barrel.
If they had scurvy they were not banditing. Not if it was serious, anyway. [He hesitates a little at her question, but really, he's walked himself into it. And quibbling about anything seems silly right now.]
As a mortal sailor, actually. They were very unhealthy times.
[ As one can probably imagine, Angel has had zero experience with Actual People Who Sail On Actual Boats That Go On Water™. Shit's archaic as fuck. Where all the hoverbikes and monster trucks and fancy cars at?
So. Her only real knowledge of sailors is from pop culture bullshit. Which means she is immediately imagining Beckett in one of those twee little old-timey sailor uniforms.
Yes? In the British Merchant Navy, sailing the Atlantic. [He didn't think it'd be that amazing a revelation, until it does indeed occur to him that Angel may not have any kind of experience at all with... anything boats. Wait. Maybe even -]
I think so. I mean - of course I've seen it, through my satellites. But I think I remember going paddling with Jack when I was very little? I had to wear one of those scuba suit things so my markings were hidden.
I don't remember much about it. It has to have been before mom died, so. A long time ago. And definitely not as interesting as anything you got up to, I'm sure!
[ Though she's betting the outfits were about as dumb ]
Can do. And yes, Jack too. I can only assume he isn't already getting all up in this conversation because he's hiding in my bag and pretending he isn't listening. Again.
[ FOOL HER ONCE, OLD MAN ]
When I go to sleep, d'you want me to leave my tablet broadcasting? That way you can talk to them if you - you know, if you wake up for whatever reason.
[He gives a patented vampiric wry chuckle.] If you are picturing high adventure, don't. There are few things as tedious as a long sea journey, except when it's terrifying. Maybe if you were an officer on a warship... but I was a deckhand on a tobacco merchant. Dull as death.
[Except when it was terrifying. These are about the two impressions the sea has had on him. Still...]
I'm glad you remember. I can't imagine a whole life without ever seeing the ocean.
Dull? Travelling with merchants is really dangerous on Pandora. Were band-- uh. Were pirates not into trying to steal your cargo? Didn't you ever get your booty plundered, even onc--
I. Uh. [Of all things, this is the one kind of stories he'd never thought he'd be sharing, certainly not as examples of adventure. They didn't feel like it at the time, though at the time nothing felt much like anything, so...]
No pirates that I can recall. Our cargo was never that interesting. We, uh... saw a giant squid once? A true giant, maybe fifty feet. Its tentacles reached the deck and we were certain it was going to eat us all alive... but looking back I think it was as scared of us as we were of it.
Pfftsnrk. I'd be willing to bet that the house with the - the, uh, exotic literature will have something about tentacles and plundered booty, you know. You're not helping your case here.
[ Being able to laugh again - or snicker immaturely, if we're being accurate - is good and Angel is going to abuse the shit out of it. SO THERE. ]
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