[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[unbearablynaive]

[His people have such a bad rap. Though really, someone who can control metal should be fine against most types of robots.]

I wouldn't have the necessary medical expertise to program them, regardless. It would require a vast database unavailable to us.

[grandstanding]

[Most types, except the ones designed specifically to kill mutants like him.]

I take it the doctor doesn't either.

[unbearablynaive]

Dr. Crusher has an impressive amount of medical knowledge and skill based on both education and practical experience. Translating that into a form usable by a medical program is another skillset entirely, however.

It would be incredibly useful both to medical staff and the Fleet at large if we did have a database of that nature, though, which is no doubt why Atroma has denied it to us.

[grandstanding]

[He wrinkles his nose a bit. Computer programming is well outside his ambit, regardless of how well he can hotwire a robot after seeing the blueprints.]

Too much self-sufficiency is likely not on the agenda. [Food needs to come from the ships when between planets. Systems need to be maintained lest they die. Attempting to leave gets nowhere. They're in captivity, make no mistake.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He inclines his head in agreement.]

It would no doubt upset their grand plans for us. It doesn't hurt anything to plan for such an eventuality, however.

[grandstanding]

For those who can make those plans, certainly. [He sets his cup down, empty.]

Thank you for this. You can contact me when you want to start on any of this component work.

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision inclines his head.]

You are most welcome. I'll be sure to once I've finalized the details.