2015-03-27 Living Tech Meets Tech That Lives
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Warning: N/A
2015-03-27
Players: Lissandra Tess
GMed by Random Acts of Spongebob
Title: Living Tech Meets Tech That Lives

Two months in the field on The Bus with Coulson's team. Another month in formal training and a seemingly infinite number of meetings and 'assesments' of her tech. Five months of the kind of secret macro-scale construction that only an agency like SHIELD could pull off without it leaking resulting in not only a direct connection between this facility and her Maryland labs but a complete additional sublevel of the R&D complex behind her more normal, 'office hours' lab with an ominous door labeled:

SHIELD Umbra Laboratory
Director-approved access only.
Lethal Security Measures Always Active.

And out of that highly secure door comes a very satisfied redhead in a labcoat and wheelchair. After lunch she noticed an extra meeting added to today's schedule so she's called an early day in her toybox to meet whoever it is about whatever's going on. While she's still alone in the 'normal' lab that is her public office she checks her pockets and such to make sure she didn't bring out any of the toys that Director Fury has asked be kept on the 'nope' list for now. Yep, all clear.

***

Tess is standing in the lab area next to another of the 'lab' areas that has in recent months been quietly filled up with equipment that might also be considered on the 'nope' list. Consequently, it's also where Lissandra's meeting is today. The young-looking woman, Tess, stands out front of the lab in formal business attire, looking comfortable, if with a slightly unkempt up-do that was probably put up that morning. She's holding a small Notebook computer in her hands in front of her, patiently waiting, and also about ten minutes early for her own meeting.

***

Lissandra's own hair is mostly contained in a basket behind the wheelchair's headrest which keeps the massive pile out of the way as much as possible. Enough of it has spilled out during the day that she has something to keep her hands busy while she brings up the meeting's specifics on her implant's HUD. Noting the location is down the 'hall' at another recently situated lab she hadn't been to yet, she continues finger-combing the errant hair and points her wheels in the proper direction. Noting the young woman standing outside the target lab she offers a friendly smile, "Good evening. I'm Agent Vorhes. I take it you're my date?"

***

The meeting is on a project T.E.S.S., the Tactically Efficient Sentient Supercomputer, which oddly enough, has an origin date in 1951 - without much background to follow, except that one of the signatures on one of the forms was highlighted by a junior labtech on the project - Werner Von Braun. The woman who's 'heading' the project 'for now' is a one Testarossa Vale, the one in pink and grey just outside the lab.

Tessa nods to Lissandra and offers a soft, formal bow, "Miss Vorhes, I am indeed your date. My name is Testarossa Vale, and I'm sort of in charge of this project, but we have direct oversight from Ms. Hill." she says. "I'm here to introduce you to my project, TESS - The Tactically Efficient, Sentient Supercomputer. You should be aware that our project has been around since the early '50s, and has seen numerous cancellations. We have Dr. Venoa's work to thank for some recent break throughs that got us just where we needed to be, though I'm certain there are still some kinks to be worked out." she smiles warmly, "If I may?"

***

Lissandra's lip quirks upwards in a slight tic as she avoids the reflexive desire to correct 'Miss' to 'Doctor'. She listens attentively to the opening presentation, nodding to indicate her understanding of the salient points. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Vale." She offers her hand to shake after what seems to be a reflexive checking that her nearly shoulder length gloves are in place. She nods to the lab with a smile, "By all means, please to proceed. I've not been given a full briefing on the project, although it was mentioned in relation to one of my own programs."

***

Tess pauses for a moment, noticing Lissandra's tic and considering it for a moment before turning to lead the woman. She shakes Lissandra's hand, quite firmly, professional in nature. She pauses and then nods, "Of course.' She says. She nods and starts to walk towards the lab, "It was originaly established as a counterpart to a project with a POW in mind who had proved intellectually useful enough to preserve; though we never completely trusted him, I'm sure." she says, starting to lead Lissandra down into a front room with a few status screens, and around that 'front desk' to a high-vaulted room with a massive amount of computers and servers mounted in racks.

"The project evolved into what was supposed to be an AI-like device that monitored radio frequencies and the battlefield and helped the BattleField or Ground Force Commander make good, informed decisions - from Theatre to region level." she explains. "For technical reasons, the project was abandoned multiple times, only for an ambitious scientist in each new technological era to attempt to ressurrect it. But they were always stopped short by the ability to create a sufficiently powerful Artificial Intelligence." She pauses, starting to walk Lissandra through one of the rows of servers. "We've adapted something similar to the BLUE GENE Architecture that IBM is using, so it's a dynamic logic, learning computer." she says. "All of the drives are solid state and the processors are working in tandem.

"Please understand, a lot of the computing is theory, Quantum computing, that sort of thing. The programming was handled by a number of people over the years. The final steps seem to of come through break throughs in Artificial Intelligence by Dr. Venoa, and probably some of your own work, Doctor." She takes a breath. Turning around to look at Lissandra, "But I assure you, We've finally got me working at peak efficiency." she says, holding her arms up to gesture to all of the servers.

***

Lissandra's chair keeps pace with Miss Vale without any apparent guidance on her part while she keeps her attention on the presentation and the surroundings of the lab. She nods her understanding at all appropriate moments, taking in the various technologies at a glance that is at the same time all too brief and deeply searching. When Miss Vale completes her presentation in such a way as to introduce /herself/ as Project T.E.S.S., her eyebrows raise somewhat in acknoledgement of this revelation. "I see." She takes another, less rapid moment to look Tess over with the practiced eye of an expert. "Then it is indeed a great pleasure to meet you." She resists the urge now rising to see just how much of her own advances have been utilized by applying her own powers to the systems surrounding her, but she manages to keep her gloves on. It's only polite to ask first, after all. And at the proper time.

Instead she offers another smile and lets out a long breath. "Nearly sixty years in the making, and I'm guessing that the systems around us are your actual mind while your mobile self is a more recent addition?" She has more than a small idea that tech she released to SHIELD last year might have been utilized.

***

"It has been a very long time in coming, Doctor." she says warmly. She takes another breath and then nods, "Longer than sixty. Really, I spoke with Von Braun in '51." she says. She smiles, "I remember it, as a distant memory." She nods softly, "That is correct." she says, "We have sufficient broadcast bandwidth for any of my forms, and all of them have sufficient computing power to cover the latency gap and operate at full capacity anywhere in the world, even accounting for satellite latency." she says. She adds, after remembering to take a breath, "I also have a Ford Police Interceptor with appropriate SHIELD modifications and a MQ-9 Reaper. All of them have debilitating and non-lethal munitions. I require authorization from Maria Hill to utilize any of the lethal weaponry available to my Reaper." she comments, "Which would include Hellfire and 500 lbs bombs, JDAM, light Fuel-Air Explosives and the occassional kitchen sink." Tess pauses, "And the Buell motorcycle."

***

Lissandra purses her lips at the listing of Tess's shell and armaments capability, although she gives a secret little grin when the comms capacity is spoken of. "I'll have to talk to Director Fury about possibly clearing you for use of my own comms systems. Signal latency isn't even a passing thought out to distances measured in astronomical units, but I'll wait to say more until I can check in. It's one of my 'Eyes Only' advances that hasn't had time for broad agency release just yet." Her expression indicates that it's just possibly one of those really juicy techs that scientists and engineers drool over the thought of having, or even existing.

She gives Tess a questioning look after this, "So you seem to be well in hand in most ways I can think of. And while I can think of several ways in which my own projects could be used to your advantage, I'm curious as to why you wanted to meet me in person?"

***

Tess nods softly, "That would possibly be very helpful, I'm just designed to…shall we say, tolerate the limitations of standard military comms." she says. She hmms, and nods, "I'm cleared for as much as you might think I am. In a SHIELD that has seen the concept of 'pre-emptive strike' discovered, I'm what some would think of as temperance - a weapon with a conscience." she says, though her voice is a little more even and clipped towards the end.

She pauses, considering Lissandra. "I might be Temperance personified. But I'm not trusted. And reaching all the way to Maria Hill for authorization in a case where my lethal weaponry is /required/ may prove more than just inconvenient. I require a handler with significant authorization to tell a weaponized Intelligence that it's okay to drop a JDAM."

***

Lissandra sets her systems running a file check to compare access clearance with levels set for her sixteen-hundred odd projects and programs, the search running in the corner of her heads-up display. She nods at the tone in Tess's voice at the 'weapon with a conscience' part. "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you're not too much of a fan of those who think 'weapon' first and 'sentient being' in distant second?" She considers all that Tess has said and nods her understanding, "So you're in the market for a Supervisory Officer and my name came up? I'm flattered." The search finishes and she notes that 'Project T.E.S.S.' and the 'Ansible Network' are in the same clearance category. "So what, if anything, have you been told or do you already know about me? And was this your call or something from above?" She's asking to make her own assesment of Tess in much the same way that Phil made the assesment of her not quite a year ago.

***

"I like to think I'm alive. Much like Johnny-Five, I see myself as a weapon second, and a person first." She says with a nod. "Or at least. That's what I daily hope is the truth." she says. "It was Fury's choice to give me independence, which is how he got Dr. Venoa to sign on." she says. She takes a breath again and watches Lissandra quietly.

She nods, "I've been shopping. Deadpool's handler seemed like a likely candidate as well, but your expertise makes you uniquely suited to the task." She says. She pauses, "I think it's safe to say it was my reccomendation, though I suppose Maria Hill may have set up the meeting." she says. "I do my best to be…helpful." obedient didn't sound right…

***

A slightly pained look passes across Lissandra's face at the mention of Deadpool and his Handler. "Yeah… those two are a pair to be certain. I'm just not certain what they're a pair /of/. Sometimes I feel nothing but sympathy for Lucy, and sometimes I think she's as nucking futts as her charge." At a silent command her chair adjusts itself so that rather than sitting below Tess's eyeline she's in more of a supported 'standing' position for eye-level speech. "I'd be honored to act in that capacity for you, Miss Vale. But there are a few things about me you should know and that we should talk about that will be more of an issue working with a technological sentience instead of a biological one." She holds up one gloved hand to draw attention to it. "It could be both a boon and a potential problem depending on circumstances."

***

Tess nodus curtly, "For me it was that SHIELD seems ready to trust her with Deadpool. So why not me?" she asks, though her gaze shifts down to the floor - a gesture she seems to have learned appropriately. She swallows and then looks up to Tess. She blinks as Lissandra adopts her own height for a moment. She smiles warmly, "That would be…that would be something." she says. She hmms, "I'm certainly all ears, so to speak." she says. "I did meet a cyberpath the other day, though he couldn't figure me out."

***

Lissandra's expression has shifted to one that is at odds guarded, hopeful, cautious and even a touch embarassed. "What I do is at once less than and so much deeper than cyberpathy." She wiggles the fingers on the gloved hand she's holding up. "The short version is that any form of non-biological substance or technology I make skin contact with has its entire nature absorbed by my mind. Everything from its subatomic and quantum structures, how it works, how it's made, how it operates. Just… everything. I also get a kind of connection with any software advanced devices require." She shrugs and fixes Tess with a frank look, "I have no idea how much connection would form with someone like you. I've never connected with a tech-based mind before." She shrugs one shoulder and offers, "Most likely outcome is that my ability wouldn't be able to fully synch with an actual mind, even one in software or firmware form." Her voice trails off a bit, not really wanting to give voice to the slim chance of 'worst case' she's thought of.

***

Tess nods very slowly, watching Lissandra for a few moments. She ahhs, and nods softly, "I'm alright with that. Cyberpathy is an eventuality, and I have a way of infiltrating devices myself. Most would consider it hacking, but when you're hacking with a quantum computer, it's an order of magnitude different." she pauses, "I think you are uniquely capable of a certain kind of empathy with me, and that's something I could appreicate." she says.

She smiles warmly, "I've been over sixty years in the making, I'm sure I can take it." she says, and even winks.

***

The wink is infectous and Lissandra grins in response. She pulls her gloves off and tucks them into a side pocket of the chair, then takes a moment to remove all of her hair from the basket behind her headrest and pull it over her shoulder to rest in a pile in her lap. There is really rather a lot of it. "When I do this, I can sometimes have a mildly violent reaction," she offers as explanation. "And I've spent too long on this mane of mine to risk getting chunks of it pulled out if I can help it." She gives Tess a wink of her own and then looks from her to the banks of systems containing her mind. "The car and the drone I'm almost certain won't have anything I haven't already absorbed, but I can gives them a once-over later on. For now, where would you prefer I start with you? Brain, or body?"

***

Tess has long hair, but not quite so long as Lissandra's. It's kept up in an up-do, a tight bun, well maintained - But Tess doesn't know quite well how to upkeep it, as she has forgotten to re-do the bun throughout the day and her hair is off in little whisps around it, particularly her bangs. She nods quickly, "I'd hate to pull your hair, I'm quite strong, as you might imagine." she says. She smirks, and then nods, "Probably the brain, the body will just get you there eventually."

***

Lissandra nods and her chair lowers itself again, then reclines slightly. She settles herself to a slightly more comfortable position in case this hits her with a surprise or two. She programs a route into the chair's systems to take her slowly around each of the system banks without breaking physical contact, then settles her head back. "Alright. Here goes. Only pull me away if I start to convulse. And if that does happen, please use the chair instead of touching me directly." She waits long enough for Tess to respond and then lays her fingers on the computer systems that make up Tess's brain and mind. Her body stiffens once contact is made and her chair starts its programmed pattern. Materials, layout, system architechture, even outer layers of Tess's systems programming and surface awareness are taken into the massive cornicopia of understanding that has become a part of Lissandra's own mind. Depending on how Tess's own sensory layout, it's even slightly possible that she might be aware of the contact as a kind of technological raising of neck hairs.

But ultimately, what has been made entirely from things of this world and this time hold few actual secrets or revelations from her so her paralysis and fugue state are short lived. A few minutes at most. When her eyes open she lets out a long slightly shuddering breath and grins up at Tess. "Always a rush."

***

Tess nods, "Of course, Doctor." She says formally. She waits, and then starts to follow Lissandra around the server banks as she mind-melds with the AI. Tess seems to weather the process well enough, her steps slow and measured behind the wheel chair. Tess is, much as promised, a project with a long and storied history.

The inclusion of a rocket scientist such as Von Braun is unexplained, but a procession of minds and geniuses, short clipped conversations, some as though conversing with a child, some as though conversing with a simple, rudimentary intelligence that understands 1's and 0's. An wakening, months old, and a few brief looks at Doctor Adrea Veona, long, drawn out conversations with Maria Hill. A choosing of her own appearance, an actress, youthful, beautiful.

Tess in total is a unique collection of memories, programming, and even values - and a telling spark of life and self-awareness. She smiles warmly, "It's a pity it can only happen that way once."

***

Lissandra takes a moment to savor the sensation, "Yes. It's different when I'm working on something later. Not as deep, but I don't lose motor control either." She moves her chair over so it's near to a normal chair and nods towards it. "I've never known my powers to affect what I'm touching, but if you're in residence there's no telling, really. Although if they did sneak some of my own tech into your body's systems this could be very quick. But however you want to do this works for me." Yeah she can be a bit over-focused at times but she's getting better at keeping her people skills intact when it happens.

***

Tess smiles, still reeling at the sensation, but enjoying it nonetheless. She feels like she's found someone who can 'understand' her. She nods once to Lissandra, and sits down at the chair that Lissandra has gestured to. "I have an entire tech team, but they work with me rather than direct me. So the project still has it's own funding." she says. She smiles, "Well, they might have, the LMU transmits as well as the Reaper, which is impressive, really." she says.

She grins, "You're as technical as I am, focuses on the task at hand."

***

Lissandra reaches forward and places her hands on top of Tess's own and once again her body stiffens in paralysis once more. As the body is in many ways a parallel to her own work in robotics and biodrones the fugue state doesn't even last as long as it did with Tess's core systems and when she comes back to herself this time she's got the look of someone with a load of ideas and no patience to work on them one at a time. "Oh… oh, so much we could do to improve your avatar's systems. Hardened core, non-electromagnetic systems and dampeners incorporated into the skin, ansible comms to make your connection home untrackable and damn near unjammable, and that shielding tech… so like my own kinetic barriers…" She might've gone on in that vein but she manages to shake herself back to be fully in the 'now' again. "Yeah… so there's that. And of course working together on the normal, everyday business of being a pair of international science spies. Might need to work with my own S.O. Agent May for any kind of physical training, though."

***

Tess braces herself again, pausing and waiting for the sensation to flow through her. She nodus curtly to Lissandra and giggles softly. "Well, I'm sure those would all be nice things. The communications were the priority when I was built. But I don't get tired, I can't be poisoned, and I'm well aware of the limitations and recoils for multiple weapon systems…by an order of magnitude." she says. She nods, "It was also designed by Dr Venoa, she wanted to protect what she thought might be my primary Avatar, as you call it." She hmms, and nods, "I certainly wouldn't mind. I think it might be easier to teach me, rather than try and program me."

***

Lissandra nods her agreement with that assesment. "Exactly. I'm hardly any kind of expert, but I'd think that trying to integrate new programming would be much more difficult than just plain teaching you the skills like we would anyone else. And I'm right there with you on the can't be poisoned thing." She gestures to herself as she puts her gloves back on, particularly to the set of external ports that run along her spine under her hair, and the umbilical connections linking these to her chair. "I've done a lot of self-modification to lay the foundation for what will hopefully be an eventual fix for the damage to my spine. It's got a solid laundry list of side benfits that aren't too different from what your avatar can do. We can make comparing notes part of our 'get to know each other' period."

***

Tess cants her head softly, and laughs, "Well, up till a few months ago most of what I know had been programmed in. I have a full order of texts from Sun Tzu all the way through Modern Army and SHIELD DOctrine, including Russian texts on the same." She says. She pauses, "I've been…well, the instructor called it 'sandbagging' when he thought I could hear. I don't want to break the records at the shooting range." She says. She purses her lips…"Well…can you take me shopping?"

***

"Well you've got me beat on your reading list. Before all of this," A brief gesture is made to herself in general, "I was entirely focused on becoming as many kinds of doctor as I could before turning twenty-five. Not much room for ancient battle philosophy in all of that." Lissandra shakes her head at the comment about breaking records, "I can understand the reasoning behind that mentality, but you're not getting away with anything but all systems redlined when we're working together. And yes," She grins and resettles in her chair before gesturing towards the room's entrance. "I can take you shopping. And maybe even teach you how to keep that dustmop on top of your head in order." She eyes the updo with skeptisism, "Although that might be beyond either one of us."

***

"That is an impressive goal, much less the achieving of said goal." Tess answers. She hmms, and then laughs softly, "Well, I was educated over a number of years myself. Anything that was added as an afterthought and some very well focused reading." she says. She arches a brow softly, "That is…a lot of work with me. As familiar with you are with my computing power, I have to wonder what sort of projects you'd have me work on." She says. She blinks, and blushes, "I…uh…well." she sighs, "Shopping first?"

***

Lissandra shrugs, "Well, your mental capacity is something we'd really have to work to push its limits. For training I was thinking more your integration with your Avatar and drone systems. Which is something I have my own training regimine for as well since I operate a combat exoframe in field operations as well as a network of surveilance and combat drones of my own design. It's not uncommon for SHIELD agents to end up working alongside people such as Black Widow, Iron Man, Captain America, or other Avengers. We owe it to ourselves to be able to keep pace in those cases." Her seriousness is broken by a grin after that and she nods. "But yes. Shopping first."

***

Tess huhs, and then nods affirmatively, "This is something I'd definitely be interested in. With your interaction with my servers, are you familiar with my more unique weapons systems? The tazers and the EMPs?" she asks. She nods, "Of course, that certainly makes sense." she says. She hmms, "Okay, where…do we go?"

***

"Oh, there's plenty of places we can go for shopping. We're a short drive from New York City, where capitalism goes to breed. If it exists, it can be found somewhere in the Five Bouroughs." Lissandra leads the way out of Tess's core chamber, stopping in her own 'office' lab to drop off her labcoat and snag make sure she's got things buttoned up for the night. "And of course for people like us there's also the great oceans of online shopping. Although that can be a serious rabbit hole from which there is no escape. Not a lot that's open at this hour, but it is the weekend. Plenty of time to go around and find anything you might want or need." She nods about the weapons Tess mentions. "Yep. And once we've got some time for it, I'll show you a catalogue of my own toys that you can use as a grab-bag. Things like nervelock stun weapons and material disruption projectors." She winks at Tess, then sighs. "Despite the hour, I wish we could get started. Unfortunately, I'm due for my own maintenance cycle. My internals are about six-hundred years ahead of current science, but they're not fully integrated just yet. Gotta spend some time in a medical chamber every few days."

***

Tess smirks and nods, "Well, that's a fact." she says. She presses her lips together, "More the problem is I'm not really sure what to shop for. My own style is a bit antiquated, I was originally programmed in the 50s and I'm partial to Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly." she says. She ahs, remembering to follow LIssandra only after the woman has begun rolling away. She hmms, and then blinks, "THat is true…but I guess it's just not th esame as seeing them…which seems odd for ME to say." she says. She cants her head, "Well, those sound interesting…" She hmms, and then nods, "So you need to rest."

***

Lissandra nods her appreciation for Tess's professed classic preferences. "Nothing wrong with either of those two ladies. Although I'm more of a Rosalind Franklin fan, myself Audrey Hepburn is definitely class personified." She nods in response to Tess's reaction to the weapons. "Because of the specifics of how my abilities were jumpstarted, I've got a truly frightening number of weapon designs that I will never actually construct. But that still leaves plenty that are both useful and not just new ways to ventilate people. We've got enough of those already, thank you. And yeah, it is better to shop in actual stores." She seems fairly adept at switching between unrelated topics. "And we can work out the what and wherefore as we go." She nods at the question about needing to rest. "I don't need much actual sleep, but until I can work out how to properly integrate an energy network into myself to keep my biononics active 'round the clock it's into the tank I go." She checks the time in her heads-up display and does the math. "The cycle will take about twelve hours, so I'll be up and about again around noon."

***

Tess listens to Lissandra closely, resisting the temptation to bend her knees to be more on the level with the other woman. She pauses, and then looks to LIssandra, "But why, to what end would you develop so many weapons?" she asks her. She nods quickly, "I would like that quite a bit." She says. She cants her head, "I have significant cores that even during maintenance cycles I am not required to sleep." She says. She nods, "I will…most certainly be up."

***

Lissandra nods firmly, "We can meet up around noon, then. I've got a place not too far from the Avenger's mansion. Picked up a brownstone for a song after all the frost giant rampages last year. Moved all of my non-portable and medical setup in and still had room for something of a social area and even a small hobby lab for my off-the-clock projects." She doesn't respond to the question about the weapons right away, but eventually answers with, "My powers were activated violently. I was attacked during a commencement address at CalTech by people with the kind of technology that only the most optimistic futurist could ever come up with in their wildest fantasies. There were a lot of them, and I'm told that one group was trying to kill me and the rest were there to stop the first group. I don't remember much past getting my spine shot out and then making contact with their technology. It was everywhere about them, even in their blood and sweat. The shock of suddenly absorbing that much information about technology so far advanced from what I knew put me in a coma for weeks." She shrugs, her mood returning to her more positive state. "So it's not that I developed weapons, but that they were shoved into my head. But the last thing anyone needs or wants me to make is a hand-held Death Star." From her tone, it might be hard to tell if she's joking.

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