Unpacked

CSCSS Nomad > B Deck > Tech/Engineering Cabin
JP with kysthelimit, Lorem, and Omni

Povel explored his way to the cabin space and bunk which had his name associated with it. It appeared to him that the cabins were organized by profession plus one military presence.

Povel started unpacking his crate with personal items. While on his bunk, he carefully placed a framed photo, framed medal and folded flag, and his hard copy of the Screwtape Letter by CS Lewis inside the structural alcove. The first two he affixed to the wall utilizing magnet fasteners, the latter just fit in a pullout drawer.

Aside from such items, the only other personal items were technical equipment; Electronic tools, Seegson P-DAT, Neuro visor, Seegson System Diagnostic Device, and numerous hi tech computer touch screens.

He started setting up his equipment, and setting up a personal server so that he could access his own personal data archives of code and other important private information. The sound of the whirring of his electronic tools could be heard as he was opening up wall panels and playing around with wiring.

When all was said and done, he would have a series of flatscreen monitors securely aligned with the interior side of his bunk, all opened panels seamlessly closed back up, a large ultra thin screen that took up about 2/3 of the ceiling of his bunk. In addition he created a place for a small personal diagnostic device that he would use to hook up to his synthetic leg for surveillance and maintenance as necessary. Finally with the 1/3 of his ceiling that wasn’t covered by a screen, near the leg side of the bed, he fastened with magnetic strips a holding rig to store his prosthetic for when he took his left arm off.

In addition to the setup, it was obvious he spent thought on aligning and placing things so that they looked organized and appealing. Once the software updates were complete he would have all the information on the Nomad accessible for monitoring and working on from his bed. It was all bio-password encrypted, so only he would have access to it.

SA-Miii removed her personal effects from the durable storage container stamped with the logo of their corporate sponsor. From the container she first removed a set of tools and cords that she needed for various functions and self-repair, followed by a small collection of photographs depicting a little girl, sometimes solo, sometimes with a family whose faces were unclear. In her computer brain, she knew the visage was not her own, but even at a young age, this little girl showed 95% of her likeness. She recalled vague memories (implanted of course) of a childhood that was not her own, but it slowly becoming so.

Next she removed a book, Frankenstein, recommended, perhaps cruelly, to her by the shop keeper on Novgorod Station during one of her first forays in testing her solo operation.

Lastly, she pulled out a bent screw, likely from accidental fallout from the workshop where she was built, or previous use of the container, and examined the man-made object curiously.

Meanwhile, Povel was still on his back working on his installations. He noticed the shadow of SAM-iii stop moving out of the corner of his eye. He conjectured that she must have finished her unpacking, imagining a synthetic of her short interval probably hadn’t amassed much in regards to personal items.

He called out to her, “Hey SAM-iii, how’s it going? All unpacked?” He stopped working for a second so the noise of his electronic tools wouldn’t hinder hearing any response.

The synthetic woman looked up from the bolt and blinked. “Yes, Mr. Vieregg. I just have a few things to put away, but otherwise I am not engaged. Do you require assistance?”

“Please finish anything YOU still need to do, but once you are done I could use your expertise over here.” They were bunked right next to each other, so it wasn’t a long commute. He started working again on the next flatscreen computer mounting.

Maddox, seemingly cheerful, began to unpack in the cabin. It seemed 'Cream was gonna be with the eggheads'. He started to unpack clothing that was rolled up and put a bullet that seemed to have no place with him on his bedside.

He hummed an old tune to himself. Something from his unit. He listens to the other’s talk, not getting involved much himself and only speaking if spoken to.

Then a picture came out that he put on his bedside as well. Maddox, looking slightly younger than he did now, with a unit of marines. A bittersweet look was given to the picture as he packed his things in his new home.