behind Artemis.
“Everything looks good so far. How long before everything is connected?” Artemis asked.
“The rigs are all plugged in. The only thing left to connect Galatea, and power everything on,” Yosha replied excitedly.
“Wonderful,” Artemis replied as he studied the setup. “Sorry the only thing I could get ahold of was the pro line at the local... ,” Artemis stopped mid-sentence as he started looking at Galatea. “What mara sucking bakayaro decided to take a chunk out of Galatea?” he asked and cursed in a low steady tone, as though someone had taken a shit on his front doorstep.
Everyone got really quiet for a few seconds.
“Sorry, Art. Gren dropped her when he was bringing her in,” Amina replied.
Artemis took a second to himself, taking in a deep breath to steady himself before he continued. “Does she work?”
“We'll know in a second,” replied Yosha, walking up the ramp.
Artemis put his hands together in front of himself and raised them just below his head, saying a small prayer under his breath.
Yosha made a very hopeful, yet tenuous, expression towards Amina while approaching the master power switch. “Here we go,” Yosha said.
The lights flickered for a split second as the sound of a few dozen processor fans spun to life. The twelve monitors lit up with the bright green logo of the Green Fedora operating system as a load bar slowly filled below.
Yosha took a few steps across the platform and flipped the power switch on the side of Galatea's case, then took a few steps back as it, too, spun to life.
Artemis started walking slowly up the platform's ramp. “Galatea?”
“Hello, Artemis. How may I assist you today?” a soft feminine voice asked through the speaker system that had been set up.
“Oh, thank you, Galatea. Thank you,” Artemis said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“I haven't done anything yet. Have I? My systems indicate that I have been offline for nearly three hours. Did a memory wipe occur during that time?” Galatea responded.
“No, everything is fine. Your hardware case was just damaged, and I was hoping nothing was wrong with you,” Artemis quickly replied.
“My monitoring programs indicate that all systems are functioning normally,” Galatea announced.
“That's good. Now I'm going to go find Mr. M80, and give him a piece of my mind,” Artemis said as he turned to start back down the ramp.
“Can you give mind?” Thomas asked, sitting at the bottom of the ramp, surprising Artemis as he turned around.
“His statement was not intended literally, Thomas. It was an idiom, and used figuratively, not literally,” Galatea stated softly.
“Thank you, Gala. Hello, Gala,” Thomas replied.
“Hello, Thomas. It is excellent to see you again,” Galatea said happily.
“I never see you,” stated Thomas.
“Does anyone ever really see another?” Galatea questioned.
Regina looked at Artemis curiously.
“Upgrades,” Artemis said in response to Regina's look. “Now, if you'll excuse me I have to find Mr. Butterfingers,” he said as he continued down the ramp, past Regina and Thomas.
“I not know,” Thomas said.
Galatea produced a light, prefabricated, laugh. “Me either, my furry friend. Me either.”
“Sorry to interrupt, but before you two start discussing the meaning of life again, which is all well and good, can you link to our comms real quick, Galatea?” Yosha asked while entering the comms frequency in on one of the keyboards.
“Just a moment please, Thomas,” Galatea stated.
“Not worry,” Thomas said patiently.
“Thank you,” Yosha said as they started typing away on the keyboard.
Regina pulled a small ear piece out of one of her pockets and pressed it into her ear.
“Hello, Regina. It has been a while,” Galatea said as soon as Regina's ear piece was turned on.
“It has been, hasn't it?” Regina replied.
“Almost a year. I must say that when I saw your
“Everything looks good so far. How long before everything is connected?” Artemis asked.
“The rigs are all plugged in. The only thing left to connect Galatea, and power everything on,” Yosha replied excitedly.
“Wonderful,” Artemis replied as he studied the setup. “Sorry the only thing I could get ahold of was the pro line at the local... ,” Artemis stopped mid-sentence as he started looking at Galatea. “What mara sucking bakayaro decided to take a chunk out of Galatea?” he asked and cursed in a low steady tone, as though someone had taken a shit on his front doorstep.
Everyone got really quiet for a few seconds.
“Sorry, Art. Gren dropped her when he was bringing her in,” Amina replied.
Artemis took a second to himself, taking in a deep breath to steady himself before he continued. “Does she work?”
“We'll know in a second,” replied Yosha, walking up the ramp.
Artemis put his hands together in front of himself and raised them just below his head, saying a small prayer under his breath.
Yosha made a very hopeful, yet tenuous, expression towards Amina while approaching the master power switch. “Here we go,” Yosha said.
The lights flickered for a split second as the sound of a few dozen processor fans spun to life. The twelve monitors lit up with the bright green logo of the Green Fedora operating system as a load bar slowly filled below.
Yosha took a few steps across the platform and flipped the power switch on the side of Galatea's case, then took a few steps back as it, too, spun to life.
Artemis started walking slowly up the platform's ramp. “Galatea?”
“Hello, Artemis. How may I assist you today?” a soft feminine voice asked through the speaker system that had been set up.
“Oh, thank you, Galatea. Thank you,” Artemis said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“I haven't done anything yet. Have I? My systems indicate that I have been offline for nearly three hours. Did a memory wipe occur during that time?” Galatea responded.
“No, everything is fine. Your hardware case was just damaged, and I was hoping nothing was wrong with you,” Artemis quickly replied.
“My monitoring programs indicate that all systems are functioning normally,” Galatea announced.
“That's good. Now I'm going to go find Mr. M80, and give him a piece of my mind,” Artemis said as he turned to start back down the ramp.
“Can you give mind?” Thomas asked, sitting at the bottom of the ramp, surprising Artemis as he turned around.
“His statement was not intended literally, Thomas. It was an idiom, and used figuratively, not literally,” Galatea stated softly.
“Thank you, Gala. Hello, Gala,” Thomas replied.
“Hello, Thomas. It is excellent to see you again,” Galatea said happily.
“I never see you,” stated Thomas.
“Does anyone ever really see another?” Galatea questioned.
Regina looked at Artemis curiously.
“Upgrades,” Artemis said in response to Regina's look. “Now, if you'll excuse me I have to find Mr. Butterfingers,” he said as he continued down the ramp, past Regina and Thomas.
“I not know,” Thomas said.
Galatea produced a light, prefabricated, laugh. “Me either, my furry friend. Me either.”
“Sorry to interrupt, but before you two start discussing the meaning of life again, which is all well and good, can you link to our comms real quick, Galatea?” Yosha asked while entering the comms frequency in on one of the keyboards.
“Just a moment please, Thomas,” Galatea stated.
“Not worry,” Thomas said patiently.
“Thank you,” Yosha said as they started typing away on the keyboard.
Regina pulled a small ear piece out of one of her pockets and pressed it into her ear.
“Hello, Regina. It has been a while,” Galatea said as soon as Regina's ear piece was turned on.
“It has been, hasn't it?” Regina replied.
“Almost a year. I must say that when I saw your
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