DocTomoe
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Nyli II – Lazarus Seafloor Facility – Dormitory
Like any day, like every day, metal walls, a soft hum, that was just par for the course when living in a seafloor research facility. Excitement was a distinctive rarity, morale was something which was manufactured like a precious commodity. Prospects of change were often welcomed like a hot meal and a cold drink, at least amongst the tiny population in the dormitory... or, hyperbole was in full bloom. What it came down to was the truth of the matter; a Nepleslian, an odd-ball Yamataian, and a sentient gelatin woman were cooped up in a tin-can under an endless ocean. What served as a welcome release from such a place came in the form of an arrangement, a personal favor, a favor for the person signing their paycheck, and not to mention, travel papers. At what cost? Merely a leg, half-price really, compared to the usual arm-and-leg which was the running rate of such a boon.
Though, like any bit of good in the universe, it had to be worked for, it had to be striven for, and it needed a strong backing in effort. In the case of the boon which was to befall the trio of submarine residents, the work fell squarely on the shoulders of the Nepleslian, Miles Gunn, and his signature bit of work which he took the most pleasure in. Work and pleasure rarely intermingled, but in this case, the work was almost like a hobby to him, in contrast to the usual which had been tossed his way as of late. To work on a pair of legs, in fact, several pairs, was a joy for him. Client satisfaction was the only hurdle, and that was what really demanded the multiple pairs of legs... did the client desire a minimalist approach? Performance and utility? An echo of what was lost and could be rediscovered through technological miracles? Miles knew well enough that his client was a tad pragmatic when it came to her legs, and it left him to try to work around that, and it was easy enough for someone who had such a grasp of the art form which was cybernetic construction.
Guidelines were simple, and brought on by the client's condition and preferences. As the record stated; "Double above knee amputation due to RNA/DNA damage resulting in necrosis and neuropathy, tissues unresponsive to regenerative therapies. Patient declines full cybernetic reconstruction.". With such a summary in mind, it was clear to Miles what work had to be done. First and foremost, an interface cap was required, two options were present, a cap which would fit over the remaining thigh portion of the patient's leg, or, a prosthetic knee which could be surgically fixed to the patient's thigh. Miles had doubts about the permanent attachment, however, he kept it as an option to at least provide the client with something she could look to at a future date. What he focused on though, was the cap method. Modern mounting technology provided some distinctive advantages; a soft pressure seal, which would gently distribute contact pressure over the thigh to fix the cap in place. Interior neural-interfacing high-resolution electrodes; designed to stimulate the nerves of the residual limb, while also taking instruction from the patient. Mounting hardware, intended to allow for the patient to easily mount various limb options upon the cap component. Largely, the cap was designed to serve as one half of a knee-joint, while the lower-leg prosthetic would make the other half of the knee.
What Miles had though for the lower leg was options, vast options, possibilities that no doubt the client only may have seen as a distant whimsical thought. Six sets of legs would be accompanying him on the house-call. A standard base-model prosthetic set, what really amounted to a minimalistic almost skeletal approach, and really, the design was an echo of the patient's already existing prosthetics, but outfitted with the most basic of sensors and mobility enhancing equipment. Servo mechanisms, gyroscopic stabilizers, really the most rugged and basic of equipment that would allow the patient to walk comfortably, and with sensors distributed throughout the prosthetic which would inform the patient of ground stability, pressure placed upon the limb, and other key mobility features, though, the simplicity of the equipment meant an absence of full on 'sensation', however, from the standpoint of function, the limbs would serve anyone well, runners, hikers, and even a novice dancer would be able to live with the basic set. Aside from that basic pair, Miles worked on other pairs, which were largely able to be seen as elaborations upon the same fundamental design concept. However, two of the pairs were going to be 'special', meant just for the client, and he hoped, at least one of the two would be adopted by her.
What went unadvertised, was the fact that one of those sets, served as a second-prototype. A test-bed of technology derived from a R&D project that he had a little hand in. Binders, centrifuges, condensers, miniaturized to fit in the legs of a little girl... it was enough to make for quite the laugh, for a man who liked to break the rules.
0730 – Lor – Landing Trajectory – Shugo-Seirei Class Shuttle "Nightingale"
"So Hun, what do you want to do once we land? We have to wait for Aiesu's classes to be over for the day before we meet, that gives us some time to kill." Miles spoke from the co-pilot's seat, as he did a lot of nothing, leaving the piloting to the expert... the expert which was tied to the systems of the shuttle, and could no doubt control every thrust as easily as she could control the wiggle of a finger. "I was thinking we could take a walk in a park... green grass, sunlight, beer." Miles mused, it was clear that being cooped up in the underwater dormitory was taxing on the Nepleslian, to the point where he didn’t even want to hole up in a pub, and would instead elect to take his beer to go.
Like any day, like every day, metal walls, a soft hum, that was just par for the course when living in a seafloor research facility. Excitement was a distinctive rarity, morale was something which was manufactured like a precious commodity. Prospects of change were often welcomed like a hot meal and a cold drink, at least amongst the tiny population in the dormitory... or, hyperbole was in full bloom. What it came down to was the truth of the matter; a Nepleslian, an odd-ball Yamataian, and a sentient gelatin woman were cooped up in a tin-can under an endless ocean. What served as a welcome release from such a place came in the form of an arrangement, a personal favor, a favor for the person signing their paycheck, and not to mention, travel papers. At what cost? Merely a leg, half-price really, compared to the usual arm-and-leg which was the running rate of such a boon.
Though, like any bit of good in the universe, it had to be worked for, it had to be striven for, and it needed a strong backing in effort. In the case of the boon which was to befall the trio of submarine residents, the work fell squarely on the shoulders of the Nepleslian, Miles Gunn, and his signature bit of work which he took the most pleasure in. Work and pleasure rarely intermingled, but in this case, the work was almost like a hobby to him, in contrast to the usual which had been tossed his way as of late. To work on a pair of legs, in fact, several pairs, was a joy for him. Client satisfaction was the only hurdle, and that was what really demanded the multiple pairs of legs... did the client desire a minimalist approach? Performance and utility? An echo of what was lost and could be rediscovered through technological miracles? Miles knew well enough that his client was a tad pragmatic when it came to her legs, and it left him to try to work around that, and it was easy enough for someone who had such a grasp of the art form which was cybernetic construction.
Guidelines were simple, and brought on by the client's condition and preferences. As the record stated; "Double above knee amputation due to RNA/DNA damage resulting in necrosis and neuropathy, tissues unresponsive to regenerative therapies. Patient declines full cybernetic reconstruction.". With such a summary in mind, it was clear to Miles what work had to be done. First and foremost, an interface cap was required, two options were present, a cap which would fit over the remaining thigh portion of the patient's leg, or, a prosthetic knee which could be surgically fixed to the patient's thigh. Miles had doubts about the permanent attachment, however, he kept it as an option to at least provide the client with something she could look to at a future date. What he focused on though, was the cap method. Modern mounting technology provided some distinctive advantages; a soft pressure seal, which would gently distribute contact pressure over the thigh to fix the cap in place. Interior neural-interfacing high-resolution electrodes; designed to stimulate the nerves of the residual limb, while also taking instruction from the patient. Mounting hardware, intended to allow for the patient to easily mount various limb options upon the cap component. Largely, the cap was designed to serve as one half of a knee-joint, while the lower-leg prosthetic would make the other half of the knee.
What Miles had though for the lower leg was options, vast options, possibilities that no doubt the client only may have seen as a distant whimsical thought. Six sets of legs would be accompanying him on the house-call. A standard base-model prosthetic set, what really amounted to a minimalistic almost skeletal approach, and really, the design was an echo of the patient's already existing prosthetics, but outfitted with the most basic of sensors and mobility enhancing equipment. Servo mechanisms, gyroscopic stabilizers, really the most rugged and basic of equipment that would allow the patient to walk comfortably, and with sensors distributed throughout the prosthetic which would inform the patient of ground stability, pressure placed upon the limb, and other key mobility features, though, the simplicity of the equipment meant an absence of full on 'sensation', however, from the standpoint of function, the limbs would serve anyone well, runners, hikers, and even a novice dancer would be able to live with the basic set. Aside from that basic pair, Miles worked on other pairs, which were largely able to be seen as elaborations upon the same fundamental design concept. However, two of the pairs were going to be 'special', meant just for the client, and he hoped, at least one of the two would be adopted by her.
What went unadvertised, was the fact that one of those sets, served as a second-prototype. A test-bed of technology derived from a R&D project that he had a little hand in. Binders, centrifuges, condensers, miniaturized to fit in the legs of a little girl... it was enough to make for quite the laugh, for a man who liked to break the rules.
0730 – Lor – Landing Trajectory – Shugo-Seirei Class Shuttle "Nightingale"
"So Hun, what do you want to do once we land? We have to wait for Aiesu's classes to be over for the day before we meet, that gives us some time to kill." Miles spoke from the co-pilot's seat, as he did a lot of nothing, leaving the piloting to the expert... the expert which was tied to the systems of the shuttle, and could no doubt control every thrust as easily as she could control the wiggle of a finger. "I was thinking we could take a walk in a park... green grass, sunlight, beer." Miles mused, it was clear that being cooped up in the underwater dormitory was taxing on the Nepleslian, to the point where he didn’t even want to hole up in a pub, and would instead elect to take his beer to go.
