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Demalia didn't know what to expect with Rukia. Granted she should have expected well thought out answers from someone with a scientific mind. Thinking about possible outcomes in various scenarios was also the makings of a researcher. Maybe it was her neutrality that was a little off-putting for Demalia.
“There are many different outcomes that are dependent on what variables are introduced. It's good to focus on hypothetical possibilities that could come to past. Realistically it's best to focus on the variables that are the most likely to have significant impact in their influence.”
Well it looked as though she completely agreed with her on how full things would get if it was nothing but repetition of the same patterns over and over again. There were a lot of work schedules that were like that. At least in math and science, there was a bit of variety in the type of work you did. And of course researchers often went to many different planets. Days were often different each time for Tuffles, even if they did have a set job.
Yet that also made things more challenging in a way, since sometimes you never knew what to expect. Plus even as skilled as Tuffles were at technology, there were always some errors that were made and flaws in their designs. It was inevitable: nothing was perfect. You just had to do all you could to make your work as functional as possible. Demalia shook her head, letting out a low sigh.
“You have no idea how stressful it can be sometimes. Or maybe you do, considering your knowledge of such matters. Even after you get used to the schedule you set for yourself, there are always going to be some days better then others. Many failures that lead up to success is one defining trait of science.”
Fortunately the line for the shop wasn’t that big, so it didn't take long for the Tuffle hybrid to reach the end of it. There was a red Brenchian wearing glasses behind the countertop. Demalia put the items she wanted to purchase in front of him, then leaned forward and held up a piece of paper. He nodded, and a couple of minutes later, Demalia came walking back over to Rukia carrying her bags.
“Um, I’m ready to head back for now.”
Demalia rubbed the back of her head. Unfortunately she didn’t have any more excuses to have Rukia tag along with her. She had gotten all that she said she needed, or in the case of a couple of items get them set up so that she would receive them in the near future. She didn’t want this to be a Permanent goodbye.
“Rukia, could we… exchange contact information? It was enjoyable talking with you, and I’d like it if I could keep contact with you even after I left.”
Demalia did plan to come back to Brench sometime in the future, once this trip was over. It would be awhile though, and it wouldn't be easy just looking for Rukia again without some way of contacting her. So hopefully she would be able to get that much from her at the very least.
Whether through an increase of what was dependent or a loss of it, they shifted around so often, it would be a mistake not to have a proper variable that was independent. Something that could be reasonably measured, and wouldn’t be a loss of time, trying to even gather the data for.
She knew of several trials and cases which were so sensitive, any volunteers for the experiment could make a mistake of a few seconds, and ruin what would have been a contractual obligation. But those were likely to also be too simple and more dependent than the experiment should have aimed for.
If a volunteer had managed to even successfully pass through the preliminaries, there was likely to be bias favoring whatever they were told to get positive results for. End up on the market or some article as some kind of revolutionary change that would really be too costly to actually make use of.
She disliked those kind of products, knowing while they had a proof of concept, they were wasting money and resources for something that wouldn’t be common use. All that data and research wasn’t better off going to some other Brenchian. But with the kind of life they led, her voice was rather singular, than the many it could be, had she really gotten any influential power. Nothing which would change yet.
The Tuffle here had really lived up to the kind of expectations she had heard of, while still managing to offer the kind of viewpoint which made her wonder if she could say she was the better, given the time and the proper research. There was a certain attachment to the beliefs that she had heard of, which was one of the most common conditions likely to befall someone. Emotions tended to do so.
"And when an independent variable desires a certain result, there’s going to be a chance of bias, if the matter is sensitive enough."
From what she had seen of the response regarding the alien’s kind not being competitive and violent brutes, it could have easily been said the Tuffle had gotten too defensive. But the way her own response was framed, she supposed that might have reasonable, rather than anything that was normally hidden.
There was only so much she could infer from an outsider, without repeated interactions. What she saw already, just so happened to be enough to consider the idea that if something were to happen to the Brenchians in the next few centuries, the universe was likely to be in good hands, if the Tuffles had survived. They likely didn’t have her kind’s strength or speed, but one’s mind could be even greater than that.
”There’s a less likelihood of failure with the right expectations or environment. Though I suppose you might be more keen on the revolutionary.”
Basic experimentation would easily surpass an unfavorable ratio of results, even if they weren’t likely to improve the kind of lives a scientific mind could really provide, in the kind of way that one had wished. The way that things around this planet could shift so seamlessly with their natural speed, had said just about much. All the efforts that gone into making that kind of traffic a reality, would be only noticed to a few.
The line not being long at all, and the own things she needed being small and easy to stuff into the pockets of her lab coat, which sealed itself depending on pressure, made it so unsurprising that a majority of their time spent around a location, had been so dependent on the Tuffle. Though she had the time and willingness to go and invest it as something that would have been a worthwhile part of the day for her to take leisure.
For a Brenchian, neither of what had been done, would have taken more than fifteen minutes at the most. The world around them and their own perception of it, was tailored for them at their best to prevent any discrepancies to what was their reality. It was an interesting thing to gauge this side of view, knowing she didn’t really get such opportunities. Walking to her was likely something much faster to any other being.
For they were so very unlikely to know this kind of world, without artificial means. But to be able to process it as well, required one’s own strength than what could be given through drugs or other products. Things that were nothing more than crutches. And one could only really go so far using such methods. She had opened up one of her many coat pockets, upon hearing of the Tuffle’s rather simple request.
With the kind of height they were known for, and one’s own youth tending to differ, she wasn’t surprised at all to see from this angle, someone who she could have easily thought as much less than her. But there was too insufficient of data to prove that, and more than likely be surpassed, knowing how the growth of her power was slow. So many things could change however, with the right resources.
”It’s expected in this kind of community. So many recruiters so often go on about fostering relationships, though the opportunities still remain rather small, but I suppose that just can’t be helped.”
She handed over a card, carrying the kind of business information needed to reach her. Availability and the like being so expected for her, made her wonder if this was the alien’s own approach, or if it just wasn’t the norm. It might have been an irregular encounter, but in the end, they were still to be seen as equals within the community unless proven to be otherwise. So many years ahead don them too.
Demalia was glad to know someone who was very logical in their approach to things. Rukia was an intelligent being who was not afraid to share her thoughts on things. Demalia didn't agree with everything that she said, but it was simply a different, reasonable point of view coming from a fellow scientist.
“There's always the risk for certain types of bias unfortunately, intentional or not. Sometimes a scientist will tweak things to get the result they wanted. There are also some cases where they're facing a deadline and they rush their results as a result. It's something we all have to be careful about while moving forward.”
You had to do everything in your power to make sure that you didn't taint the experiment with some type of bias, and to make sure that you did everything you could to make the experiment successful. Which incidentally, was the next thing that Rukia brought up. Demalia’s eyes were practically shining as she responded enthusiastically to the Brenchian.
“Oh yes! That’s why you need the right equipment, among other things. Risk assessment, accurate calculations, there's many things that go into setting up a experiment. You can fail even before you begin sometimes. Although the more hold your project is, the greater the risk.”
That was the danger of going for something revolutionary. There was never a successful case of those projects to base research on. There were theories on these subject matters and hypothesis on how to achieve a certain feat. But there were still many things that could go wrong when treading into new waters.
Demalia held onto her bag of items, nodding her head over at her friend. Things could get rather rough, even when scientists collaborate with one another. That was harder than it seemed at first glance.
“Well we're a rather eccentric group of people. It's hard for us to work together on a project sometimes. It is good that efforts are being made to overcome those barriers though. Perhaps one day things won't be as divided.”
Demalia accepted the card from Rukia, and pocketed it. She was impressed with the level of professionalism displayed here. It was as of Rukia had expecting something like this to happen. Demalia needed to do something similar.
“Well, this is goodbye for now. It was a pleasure meeting with you, Rukia! Let me know what projects you have been working on the next time we meet. I hope to show you the results of my most ambitious project someday!”
Demalia bowed, before turning and making her way back to her ship. As she walked through the crowded streets, her thoughts turned to her work and the potential it would have. Rukia would surely be impressed by it, she was certain of that.
It would have been wonderful not to fret over deadlines.
Research could only be given extensions for so long, and depending on what was trying to be studied, the approval for one might not happen. But that was one of the issues that came with people in a position of power. Someone like her, who wanted to release something that would be common within a few months, rather than some random year, were going to have to prove their research had the same quality as those they wouldn't bat an eye with approving.
It could be just as much of a loss cause as suing someone could be, without the right connections, and while she wished she could say she had some notable ones, she didn't. Perhaps in the future, that might change, but as it currently was, her trying to come up with a speed formula proved to be lesser.
The amount of observation required, and the kind of growth that was needed for it to be favored, she was going to have to really try and collect this data, and present it when the time had come. Her current approach was a slow one, but there wasn't much this type of research would allow in progress.
"It doesn't help that approvals for extensions can only go so far either. But I think some efforts can be forgiven, finding success in smaller research as a side project."
Measures that were needed to be taken if she wished to have good standing within the community. The easiest way was to get the support of others, and do some kind of smaller observation or comparison. Being a Brenchian planet, it would be favorable to know how fast they could immobilize other beings.
The kind of light she could see reach the Tuffle's eyes, as they reached an agreement of sorts, wasn't one she say she shared. She could appreciate the energy the alien had, but her views on the matters that they discussed, were ones that could be exhausting. Brought on the kind of mindset she could see would only lead to more dissatisfaction and desire that things weren't as better as it could be. There could just be so much weight in this line of work.
She wasn't tired by any means, but there was more production being done with actual movements, than the kind of discussion they were currently having. Though she supposed if the alien was really finding light in what was going on, she could at the least continue contributing her own thoughts.
”A good team can at least help alleviate some of the work, and any possible discrepancies. Though experience determines how far that can even go.”
If one were the lead of a project and had the resource of a bigger team, a lack of leadership wasn't going to somehow make things more efficient. More than likely they were merely taking the credit for the kind of work that the others would be doing, rather than going and contribute their own fair share.
It took a lot more than being assigned the role, to be considered a leader. And being given such a position in the first place, was going to require individual documentation ontop of the ones the others were going to be expected to do. An outsider doing their job wouldn't allow things to slide.
The hope that the Tuffle had carried with her, and how the future could turn out, was too unknown to really say for certain. She was open for the opportunity of further collaboration, with more than just Brenchians, knowing such opportunities were far and few between. But that required so much trust to believe it could be something more prevalent. One would need to require the right influence to really make something like that into a reality.
”Same to you. Hopefully I'll have a bigger lab space by then.”
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