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Small pursed lips, lightly breathing in before exhaling out a heavy sigh. <Isn’t this punishment enough.> She mentally moaned, eyes affixed to the screen that felt blindly bright. If there happened to be one thing that this job entailed that she could do without, it would be the mass amount of paperwork that had to be filled out after having dealt with a troublemaker or two. Focusing on exactly what to write and detailing the events wasn’t her forte, as after every sentence which was typed into the computer, she couldn’t help but have her mind drifting away to whatever thought may release her from actually having to focus often leading to her be at the desk all day. But she had to take the good with the bad; honestly Mint knew that she was getting a little better than this than when she first started. Boy, the first time she was restrained by her co-workers due to attempting to destroy the computer in a fit of irritation. But the idea of scrapping it still remained to be slightly appealing to her. With a final stroke of a button, she printed out a few copies of the document, making sure to save it to the database before finally heading off to leave a parchment at her superior’s office.
A thumbs up from the man, granted her the well-deserved chance to leave the central station with an cat-like stretch and yawn being delivered. It was always surprising how she could be more tuckered out from simply sitting on a chair all day more than all those gruelling training exercises that Chife puts her through. But then again, perhaps it was because she was a total muscle-head that enjoyed it rather than the few that would easily scare away from pushing their body to its limits. The sight of the capital from the outside of the station was bustling like always, the sight of people mingling with each other and simply getting along with their lives had a sense of refreshing normality, one that people like Mint choose to protect on a daily basis. There mainly was Saiyans, but as of late it wasn’t uncommon to see those of other races simply just walking about or even living in Planet Sadal. After all, it was one of the most peaceful places being well-guarded by some of the strongest citizens.
But although getting her adrenaline rushing was an ideal thought plunged into her brain, she honestly wanted to utilize this time to have a snack or two. Mint wasn’t the kind of person whom treated herself much, always so focused on something but if there’s something that always does appeal to her it would be finding a way to fill her stomach with something delicious. And there was a café that happened to open recently nearby that was suggested to her by someone that she worked close with, suggesting that their sundaes were apparently out of this world. <I could also have a bit of a try getting to fix that clock that I bought for dad over there too.> her eyes trailed off to the messenger bag that was hanging from her shoulder and resting against her waist in apparent interest. Failing to conceal the animalistic hunger that leaked out the edge of her mouth, with a starting jump, she zipped her way through the masses in order to head towards her desired location, stopping coming to a place known as ‘crème de la crème’.
The brunette found herself sitting upon a wooden chair, in front of a round table cloaked by an umbrella. And in front of her was a chocolate sundae along with a few crepes in order to ease her hunger. Oh, who was she kidding, there was a stack of crepes rather than a few. She did want to just by a few just to treat herself, but then she kept thinking <Oh, just a little bit more couldn’t hurt>, ending up with this monstrous tower. She couldn't help her saiyan appetite. While her wallet screamed in disgust at the lack of mullah within, her mouth was crying in sensual bliss at the flavours that slipped onto her tongue appearing to seem content. “This was well-worth half a whole pay-check.” she chimed, failing to keep her happiness with her mind. In the midst of eating, she settled her bag on the table beside the plate that contained a remainder of what was left from her hunt, opening up to show a small circular and equally peculiar machine.
It was a rather popular clock that was all the rage with girls nowadays; it’s rather simplistic design along with its cute assortment of designs caused it to almost go out of stock the moment it was released. Hers however was a bit more different than the normal ones, having two openings at the top of its body and two at the bottom. “Alright, let’s get you booted.” She said, pressing down upon the small button that remained on top of its head. ―Bzzt! A brief sound of static, before arms and legs plopped out through the machine’s openings. “It is currently m-m-m-m-m- Bzzt. Good e-e-e-e-e.” Suddenly, a voice rang out from the bot in a loud pitch noise, followed by multiple repetition of words and noises before it came to an abrupt halt, the machine toppling over and remaining completely still. Mint just stared at the machine with a look that expressed disappointment. “Is it me, or is it more broken than the last time I fiddled with it.” While she did have a bit of a gift with editing and fixing machines, it was quite often that she made mistakes. Unfortunately, Mint was never the type to accept the fact that these problems were caused by her.
Whisking out a screwdriver, her amber eyes carefully looked as she opened up the contents of the robot, seeming to be screwing bits and bobs and replacing parts with spares located in parts of her bag.
For once on this trip, Demalia decided to take things easy and relax. True she had a very fun outing with Rutaba, but she wanted to have some time to herself to look over various pieces of data that she had collected. It was hard to concentrate on that whenever she was with her boyfriend. Not that she minded of course.
Which was why Demalia found herself at the crème de la crème. As she made her order, she noticed someone else, a Saiyan nearby. Well they looked like many other races did, but only a Saiyan would have a pile of food that big. She hybrid watched with interest as she fiddled with what appeared to by some type of robot. Her curiosity prompted her to walk over, looking down at the machine she was working on.
“Um, I couldn't help but notice you were doing some tinkering. Are you trying to fix that device?”
Demalia was looking down at all the parts and circuitry that made up this thing. It appeared to be some type of clock, going by how simple the mechanisms were. It didn't have the parts needed to be something like a service bot. Demalia didn't recognize the exact model, but clocks weren’t that complicated of machines. At least they weren’t to anyone who grew up on Plant.
The brunette would find herself quite focused at the task at hand, just as she would be if she was neck-deep within a training session. In her youth she wasn’t the type to understand hobbies and why people did it, but at her current age she did understand it. It was a means to take her mind off the less stressful things in life and invest it into something that she particularly enjoyed. While she may not be the most technical savvy person in the world, she could certainly say that she was a bit more adept at this stuff than your average muscular Saiyan. The woman had the screwdriver located in her left carefully peering into the opening as she turned with equal care. With simple glance people whom are used to machines may assume this to just be a clock but a closer inspection would reveal parts that a clock wouldn’t need. If anything, it seemed someone was attempting to change a clock into something it was not.
Each time she removed a screw, she settled it on the table beside her, wrapped in a napkin just in case a wayward gust of wind decided to be a menace. She had too many occasions where she dropped a part, causing hours’ worth of headaches on her end. With a few repetitions of that, Mint pulled out from the circular robot a small object- a miniature looking speaker if anyone had to assume what it was with a cut wire. “Oh, the voice modulator is damaged.” She’d comment, looking within her bag to see if she had a wire of that kind.
But her attention was cut short when it seemed that words had been spoken. “Huh?” With her face changing into a quizzical expression, she swivelled her head around to peer to where the voice came from. It was a female as far as she could tell, one whom was rather plain in appearance with nothing striking out to her unlike a lot of these foreigners that walked around. She seemed a bit short to be a Saiyan, but Mint was a bit short herself so couldn’t quite assume her to be something else. But if there was one thing that stood out, she held a strong aura emitting from her. “Oh?” Her hand would point towards the turquoise machine. “You mean little thing?” She mentally slapped herself in the head soon after saying that. Of course she meant that, what else she would be talking about. It just was the first time that she was approached by someone with an interested in her tinkering so she was a little jarred.
“I guess you could say it’s something like that. It’s more like I’m repairing a few modifications I did to it before.” Her concentration shifted back to the bot, taking out a wire and seeming to place it besides the broken one eying whether they were similar. “You see it was just a basic old clock before that used to annoy my dad so I took it upon myself to make it a bit more useful than that. Now it can walk and talk and maybe a few other things.” But she then paused, remembering its earlier performance before letting out a nervous chuckle. “Well, it was supposed to be able to do that.” Glancing back at the stranger, with a light smile on her face she continued, “But sorry for geeking out on you there, I’m usually just talking to myself when doing these things. Did you want something?” After all, she still was in her work attire not having a chance to head home and change. Perhaps the stranger was in need of assistance by a member of the sadal force or something of the sorts. After all, what kind of Saiyan would come to chat about machines?
As she looked closer, Demalia soon realized that this was no ordinary clock. It was a fairly simplistic machine in design, yet more had been put into it then a clock should have. Furthermore, the newer mechanics stood out like a sore thumb. This person seemed fairly knowledgeable with mechanics as well, being able to quickly identify the problem it was having.
“A voice modulator can br easily fixed. As long as you have the right tools. Although, they aren’t exactly materials people carry around with them. Certainly not to eat at a cafe.”
Demalia estimated this person to be about as tall as she was. It was hard to tell since she was sitting down, but she didn't have a lot of height on her, if any. She was a fairly ordinary looking girl. She was probably a Saiyan, given where they were. But it was hard to say for certain.
“Wow, you’ve been working on making it into a fully functional robot? Are you part Tuffle by any chance? I’m a Tuffle hybrid myself. It would be such a coincidence if I met another like myself out here!”
Demalia was beaming, her eyes glittering with excitement as she watched the other girl work away. Finally, maybe she had someone else to talk to on this planet who understood engineering and robotics.
“It’s actually nice to be geeked out on. I love talking about this kind of stuff. If you don't mind, could I sit down here and take a look at it. I think I can help you make it functional.”
Demalia really wanted to make a friend here who she could talk to about certain interests she had. She was going to be on Sadal for awhile. Having someone who was good at mechanics to talk to would make her feel more at home.
Brows were raised, just two but if she had multiple, they’d be lifting off into the unknown reaches of outer space. It wasn’t every day that she would meet someone that knew about machine parts; actually this would be her first time having such an encounter. Clearly caught off-guard by her words, placing whatever was within her hands to empty spaces on the table before swivelling the wooden chair around. “You seem to know your stuff.” Mint eyed her closer, making sure to remember her face rather than simply throw the memory into wherever the things that she’d forget soon went. “It would definitely be a big trial to find a voice modulator. Fortunately for me, it’s just a cut wire so all I need to do is replace that.” Her teeth gritted lightly, allowing a worried glance to fall to her little robot. “But I’m pretty sure that can’t be the only thing that’s wrong or the only problem would’ve been the robot’s speech, so there’s that.” It did have some problems talking, but practically shut down moments later after being booted. And then there was that loud ring.
Clapping her hands together with a smile of delight, the brunette would eagerly respond. “Yep, it’s been a tough road full of multiple mistakes that I’m certain won’t be the last, but I’ll get there.” Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow for her to fail, even if it was a task that she was bad as it was quite normal for her to see something to the end once she put her mind to it. But she was certain a bit surprised that the girl in front of her was a Tuffle- well partly one mainly because she never felt one that had such a feeling of strength flowing from them. It wasn’t her first time meeting one having many dealings with their race and had one that lived around her neighbourhood that was a go-to guy for parts. “Sorry to disappoint, but as far as I know my biological parents are Saiyans.” Her father definitely was one, her mother however, unless she was keeping family secrets she should’ve been one as well.
The feeling was quite refreshing, to find another person with a similar interest to herself who was probably around her age-range by the looks of it. While it was easy to find others whom were easy to gear up for a fight, while she did like getting herself ready for a brawl, that’s just simply one side of her. “Well, I’ll guess I’ll just geek away then.” Shuffling the chair back a bit, leaving a gap in-case the Tuffle wanted to move a chair beside her, she allowed another clap- but a bit fainter than her previous one to sound out. “Be my guest, but I assure you I’m a little bit competitive, so I’ll be certain to figure out the problem first.” It was a little tease, but she certainly wasn’t joking about turning this into a competition to find the issue, it was her robot after all so she did have a little pride to her abilities even when she may not be an expert for this kind of thing.
“Well since you’re going to have a look, let me explain everything about the robot to you so things are fair. You might have seen a clock like this before in the shops, it’s called a cubby. It one of those new robots you can talk to so it can set alarms and tell you the time. To boot it up, you’ve got to press it on its head.” Her hands pointed towards the four openings. “I did some modification on its body so it now has hands and legs, so it can stand up and walk around. It should have a bit more broader scale of talking, just so you have someone to talk to if you ever get lonely. Oh! And I was planning on allowing it to help out around the house, but that’s a future project once I get everything else working.” Chife wasn’t the most organized of people when it came to the home and neither was Mint, while she did often help out cleaning stuff usually she would be too busy with work or training that the house was usually a giant mess.
“The main problem right now is that it’s not really moving at all despite I know for a fact that I have all the mechanisms and AI in check. I might have missed something. I also need to check up how it’s speaking works once I replace this wire for the voice modulator.” It was an lengthy explanation, but considering that she was interested and wanted to help out, it was something that was needed to be said. Mint only could hope that she understood all of that. Pausing herself to think whether there was anything that she had missed out, a clenched fist pressed against an open hand as she realized something she missed out. Introductions! “Aaaaaand I almost forgot. The name’s Mint.”
Well this person seemed rather skeptical of something. Demalia couldn’t tell why her reaction with her brows would be like that? Was it hard to believe that she would run into someone who was knowledgeable in mechanics? Demalia rubbed the back of her head with her hair while giving the other girl a curious look.
“I’ve been interested in understanding how things work since I was young. I once disassembled a talking doll I got for my birthday. My mom got annoyed that I did that to the gift she got me.”
A sad smile appeared on her face as she recalled that memory. She missed everything about her parents. Even the scoldings she sometimes got from them. The smile faded away from her face as she peered down at the robot again.
“Finding a new voice box is hard, and making your own can be tricky sometimes. Replacing a wire is no trouble at all. You could easily fix this if it were just a small issue like that.”
The girl’s smile was quite contagious. It took a moment for her brain to process that she was smiling back at her. A genuine happy smile that contained no hint of sadness. Saiyans had this aura of energy that seemed to transfer over to everyone around them. Demalia rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed that she had gotten caught up in the flow.
“That’s the way to go about it! Not everything is ever going to go smoothly according to plan. You just have to give it your all to find the solutions to your problems. Eventually you’ll get the results you want.”
Demalia frowned once the girl informed her that she wasn't part Tuffle. She had gotten her hopes up that she had run into another of her race on a distant homeworld. Her brow furrowed as she noted the odd uncertainty regarding her heritage.
“You grew up without your biological parents? I don't wish to pry into it, but you don't know that much about them? It would drive me crazy if I didn't know where I came from.”
She hoped she didn't cross some kind of line. Sometimes she could come off as insensitive when she let her curiosity get the better of her. Despite that more personal question, both she and this other person seemed to hit it off well. Demalia took the unspoken invitation, sliding over a chair from her table and sitting down next to the Saiyaness.
“I’m not surprised. Saiyans have a bright fighting spirit even when partaking in hobbies or activities outside of fighting. In that case, I won't just give you the answer then. I’ll give you a chance to figure it out for yourself.”
Demalia tapped a finger under her chin in thought, listening attentively as the Saiyaness explained things too her. Every little detail was important: you couldn't afford to get even a small thing wrong when it came to robotics. Even without booting it up, the hybrid thought she had a good grasp on the situation.
“If all the information you’re telling me is accurate, then it appears to be a software issue. You’re trying to convert a chronograph A.I. into a fully functional robot. You’ve probably made a few errors while redesigning it. Hmmm….. I am a bit competitive when it comes to this sort of field. If you’re up for it, we can make things more interesting.”
Demalia reached into her pocket and pulled out a small case. She opened it up, revealing a scouter in the main compartment with smaller closed areas. She pulled out a cable out of one of them, connecting one end to a slot in the scouter.
“I’m going to do a level 1 diagnostic on your modified cubby. My scouter is going to record the software coding so I can analyze it in my free time. It won't tell me what the problem is: it’ll just give me access to the same information that you have. Let's bet to see who can figure out the problem first. It doesn't necessarily have to be settled today. The winner will get treated to a free meal by the other person. Considering how much money your current meal must have costed you, I’m sure it would come as a relief to your wallet.”
Demalia glanced over at gigantic tower of crepes that the Saiyaness had amassed. Demalia had politely avoided talking about the over excessive meal, but she couldn’t have ignored it forever. Saiyans truly had a monstrous apatite: it was a wonder that obesity didn't seem to be a major issue for their race.
Demalia reached out tentatively with her hand, offering a handshake if Mint so chose to shake it. She wasn’t usually the type who was comfortable with physical touch. But this was a fairly casual interaction. She didn’t have to worry about how each gesture would be interpreted like she had to with Rutaba. It was just a nice, friendly handshake.
“Mint… I really like that name. It’s nice and simple, and it has a nice ring to it. I’m Demalia. The pleasure is all mine. So, are you up for trying that little bet I proposed?”
Demalia was normally a very shy individual. Although when it came to things she was passionate about, her social anxiety was a non-factor. She could talk forever about engineering, robotics, and other sciences. And she was very confident in those fields. Confident enough to make the most risky casual bet one could probably make. Saiyan appetites were legendary: if Mint accepted the bet and Demalia lost it, then she was probably going to end up paying spacepod’s worth of food.
Although Mint appeared to be a cheerful person, part of her always felt alert and a bit cautious when it came to other people much like she was in the past. So the melancholic essence of that smile from earlier didn’t escape her sights, though the meaning behind it did. Was she merely just recalling a sad memory? Despite what it was, Mint wasn’t the type to go prying into other people’s personal life even if a part of her expressed some curiosity to do so. Plus it did wane as their conversation went on, leaving the Saiyan to simply just forget about it that brief sight.
“You betcha.” She said in response to the Halfling’s little motivational agreeance to her own words. Mint was a bit sucker for the believe that persistence rewards all, else she would hardly spend so much time investing in things that she wanted to do and rather slack of in one way or another. Although taking a break every once in a while isn’t that bad either.
From what the brunette could tell upon confirming her birth she did seemed a little disheartened. Maybe she was a hoping to find someone a bit like herself. In order to tweak that little moment of displeasure, mint would also add on something to her words. “There is a few Tuffles that live in the community, that’s where I siphoned a bit of my creativity from. I could always introduce you to them if you ever got time later.” She hoped her little offer would warrant a bit of happiness, plus she figured that the others wouldn’t mind meeting someone of their race and chatting about whatever things they wanted.
But the Tuffle’s next words did happen to catch the Saiyan off-guard, although she should’ve expected it bringing up the world biological. Her face would slightly cringe, looking a bit distant as her left hand traced itself to rub slightly upon her right arm. “Well. I did… and I do. It’s just a bit… ‘complicated’.” The hand curled around the arm, visibly tightening. She feigned a smile, letting out a little laugh as she redirected the conversation to something else. “Crazy huh? I mean I wouldn’t mind not knowing that much. Wouldn’t change what I am either way, wouldn’t it?”
A brief silence, perhaps a little awkward would develop as she waited for her new acquaintance to sit, seeming a little cheered up by what she believed to be an acceptance of her challenge, all before going off to explain about her robot. -------
----- From what it seemed, the Tuffle managed to digest her chunky explanation, giving a bit of insight to what she was doing in simpler terms. Turning a clock into an assistant robot, practically what she was attempting if it had to be described in the briefest of term. “Oh? So you have some ideas to make it a better than what I envisioned?” Mint made sure to say it in a way as if to seem as if she was a bit offended, but she was only teasing her. In actuality she was a little bit excited as if some childish feelings of glee were being contained in her chest. “I’m completely down for it. Let’s see if we can create something great that would put even the brightest minds to shame.”
Glee turned into inquisitive bewilderment at the sight of a scouter being produce, leaving her to wonder why she had brought one of those up. Mint wasn’t so ignorant as to not know what one of those machines was for, after all many in the force had used them as a means of sizing people up. Was it a modified one? If the female was as experimental as she was, it would make perfect sense that is something that she created herself or at least revamped. While eyes seemed still focused on the scouter, the Saiyan still made some time to reply. “Of course, I didn’t expect this to be fixed in one day. Honestly, it would be a little bit hurtful if you were able to magically repair it just now.” After all, it wasn’t as if she was working on this thing for just one day.
“A meal? Wouldn’t that hurt your finances a bit if I when I win?” She stated her confidence already through the roof. Mint didn’t even deny the fact that she ate so much, as while in another race that may seem like something embarrassing, for Saiyans it was a common trait for them and perfectly normal. It would of been fair if the Halfling happened to be Saiyan, but considering how she reacted before she didn’t believe her to be a local nor part Saiyan. But since Mint didn’t want the conversation to steer back to heritage she didn’t ask about it. “But I have a different and way better idea for a prize!” The words carried a bit of gusto, with hidden uncertainty. “How about whoever wins decides upon our next project to work on and the other becomes their assistant? I mean, if you don’t mind wanting to be friends for this kind of thing.” It was a little bit blunt but seeing as they got along so well she saw no qualm against trying to establish a friendship with this person. Even if it was they had just met today. The offer also was something that would be quite great win or loss, not that she was planning on losing and beneficial to the two of them as far as she could see.
“Demalia, huh?” Her mind pondered about the name for a moment, while she had her sights set on her. She didn’t know why but that name just so happened to be perfect for someone like her. Mint on the other hand was a name that she didn’t feel as if it matched herself, but that’s probably because the Saiyan wasn’t a fan of mint-flavour. “Sounds like a name of a flower, it’s pretty cute.” The handshake was exchanged with a pleasant and simple shake; there was no need for an overly energetic one as she felt as that wasn’t quite fitting for the situation. “If you’re not up for my suggested prize, I’ll be down for yours although I’ll definitely be trying to bug you to help me out some time in the future with this kind of thing. It’s always a little bit tough to find people interested in robotics.”
With a nice greeting and hopefully the starting of a little competitive but sweet friendship, her eyes would dart back to the scouter that Demalia wore. “So, is that Scouter something that you changed? I don’t believe I seen one that function like that, unless the new models are stretching for multipurpose use.” It had caught her eye earlier and was a little interest in it. “Because I could see why you would want one. Would certainly help me to have something like that rather than to go home and hook this to my computer whenever I need to check up on its AI.” Sure she could get a laptop, but then she would have to bring it to her for work and considering its size they’ll probably end up damaged due to the nature of her work as well. “Has anything interesting come up in your diagnosis as well? Considering your tech may be different to mine, maybe the problem was something my computer couldn’t detect while compiling it’s files.”
Things were already starting out very well with this person. They were having a pleasant conversation and were hitting it off nicely. Then the Saiyaness mentioned that there were Tuffles living here. Demalia’s violet eyes gleamed brightly. She clasped her hands together, beaming at the Saiyaness.
“Really?! I’d love to meet them sometime! I mean I know that not every Tuffle lives on our home world, but you actually know a few?! I’d love to be introduced to them!”
She was so ecstatic. Not only was she going to able to talk about technical things with this individual, but she was going to get to meet some Tuffles too! It was all so perfect, up until she managed to suck the excitement out of things with her personal question.
Demalia had worried that she had stepped out line by asking about the girl’s biological parents, and those worries were well founded. The Saiyaness looked physically uncomfortable from being put on the spot about that. The light faded from Demalia’s eyes. She shifted her gaze to the side, pressing her fingers together.
“I imagine it would be. Sorry, I.. um… shouldn't have asked about something so personal. You are who you are, and your parantige doesn't change that.”
Demalia became very self conscious that she had screwed up. Thus her social awkwardness had returned in full force. Whenever she was as unsure of herself and wasn’t in something she was comfortable with, she stammered and found it harder to do things like maintain eye contact. Why did she have to go and ask that? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Fortunately Mint was better at controlling the flow of the conversation then she was. Soon they had put that awkward moment behind them and were talking about her robot in detail. Only to end up in another uncomfortable situation. Well, uncomfortable for Demalia anyway.
It seemed like she had insulted her by implying that she could do a better job at designing the robot better than her. Which she probably could, given what she saw of the modifications that Mint had made. Some people were sensitive about that though, and going by her tone, Mint seemed to be one of those people. Demalia waved her hands frantically, backpedalling to try and salvage what she thought was a bad situation.
“Er, that’s… I have some ideas, but I didn’t mean to imply that your ideas and design are bad or anything… um…”
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized that Mint was only teasing her in some way. How else could she explain the immediate shift to a positive and excited tone. Being one of the smartest in her field did not make her entirely attune to tone or other aspects of conversation. She gave the Saiyaness a small smile. She seemed very nice, so this embarrassment wouldn’t be too bad…
“Yeah, I’m sure we can put together something that we’d both be proud of. Perhaps everyone will want to own one. The most advanced of its type… heh…”
Demalia pressed the button on the scouter. Connected to the device, a bunch of lines of code appeared on the clear screen. Demalia bent forward, peering at the small robot. She adjusted her glasses, focusing on each of the parts in it.
If it was just a hardware issue then maybe I could have figured out the issue fairly quickly. I can't just look at something and magically know what's wrong with it. That’s the first step: figuring out what the problem is. Since it’s a software issue, that will take time to piece together what’s going wrong. You have to be diligent to find all potential problems as well.”
Demalia tapped adjusted her glasses, leaning back with a thoughtful expression on her face. The Saiyaness’s proposal was rather interesting. It was far from what she expected. Still, it wasn’t an unwelcome change of pace. Demalia looked over at Mint, giving her an eager grin.
“Finances aren’t a problem for me, but your proposal sounds very intriguing. I’m kicking myself for not coming up with it first. Alright, the winner of our bet gets help from the loser on their next project. I would love to be friends with you, especially when we engage in these kind of endeavors.”
This was going to be so much fun! She wouldn't mind if she lost this, but she was going to put her all into this bet of theirs. Demalia was further impressed by Mint’s observation of her name. She was spot on with the origins of it.
“You’re very well read. Yes, part of my name is derived from the Aliac flower, which thrives in Planet Plant’s climate. The other part of my name comes from my father's side of the family. It's an very old surname.”
Demalia interlocked her fingers together, tapping the surface of the table with her thumbs. She of course didn't go into where that surname came from. She liked Mint, but she just met her. She didn’t know how she would react if she knew she was part Demon. So she silently hoped Mint wouldn't inquire into it too much.
She nodded at both Mint’s comments about people’s interest in robotics and her observations about her scouter. It was hard to find someone who was serious in the field of engineering sometimes. She grabbed scouter, extending her arm so Mint could get a closer look at it.
"It's the most advanced model out there currently. I have made my own modifications to it, as you have guessed. It's capable of many different functions now. I could easily fix up a scouter like this for you to use as well. It wouldn't be that much trouble at all.”
Demalia pulled back her arm, holding the scouter in don't of her eye. It was far from finished with analyzing, but it had already picked up some interesting results.
“There's one error in the coding already. Designing A.I. is the same as solving a math equation. If you make one mistake everything goes wrong. It means your robot’s nervous system isn’t communicating with the rest of the body properly. It's going to take awhile to find all the errors. There might only be this one, but you have to be certain.”
Demalia tended to use terms like “nervous system” so that she could easily explain her ideas and concepts to others. While Mint was someone who could understand specific terms, Demalia still used her broad terms out of habit.
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