A Village Positioning System [ota, tag the police she spoke with]

[wehavenormality]

Today, Trillian was taking a break from her apple tagging and teleporting and gathering. She'd integrated the mapping Spock had done of the village into her teleporter, and her positioning system was now within acceptable variation. She'd also used the mapping system to create a sort of GPS that relied on the same principle, instead of satellites

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[yippiekiyaymf]

John was on time to the meeting -- he tended to be on time to things if nothing was exploding.

He waited for Penelope to arrive before having the receptionist take them back to where this 'Trillian' person worked. He was afraid that something important would get said before she arrived, otherwise, and it would be lost to the ages. Some would disagree, but John knew his limitations.

[ooc:tag order Penelope, Trillian, John?]

[godgivensolace]

She was on time, mostly anyway and arrived in a brightly flowered dress and red cardigan and her hair flying around her in a riot of curls. She would be amused to realize Trillian (seriously, Trillian - that was almost as cool as Superman) thought she was a cop.

If anything she had 'not a cop' stamped all over her.

"Hi there Kahuna, how're the waves?"

[yippiekiyaymf]

"So Kahuna means grumpy, bald guy. I'd always wondered about that." John had the receptionist tell Trillian they were here.

[so, tag in Trillian, Garcia, McClane order?]

[wehavenormality]

It was more that John had said 'a colleague' and not specified than Trillian thinking she was a cop.

Trillian heard the receptionist, and took her last note before closing the program and swiveling in her chair to get up and greet her guests.

"Hi - you must be John, was it?" she asked, offering her hand to shake.

"And the colleague he alluded to? I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Trillian." she said to Garcia, offering her a handshake as well.

"Welcome to Lemondrop. I figured we'd start here and I'll give you a brief overview of what's been done, and then maybe we could test outside somewhere, if you feel the need."

[godgivensolace]

"Penelope Garcia," she took the offered hand, a wide smile on her face. "Groovy digs you got here. What kind of system are you running?"

She indicated the computer, she had a gajillion and one questions but knew that wasn't why John had brought her here even if it was the tiniest bit like entering Mecca. How had she not known about this place?

[yippiekiyaymf]

John shook her hand.

"You gals should start betting pool for how quickly the tech talk makes my eyes glaze over."

[wehavenormality]

"Ah... one of my own devising? Sort of a cross between what appears to be 'modern' in the village, and the on the on-board ship computer I had been using, without the AI and the truly dreadful personality

[godgivensolace]

OMG there was part of a quantum improbability drive computer system working in the village and they'd used it to make a transporter. She barely contained her giggle, it was like when fanfic collides. It would only be better if Marvin were here.

"Seriously? So it's not just a positioning system its a limited range transport as well, have you tried it on humans?" She reached for the apple. "May I?"

[yippiekiyaymf]

John had, with complete lack of enthusiasm for the tech wizardry involved, zeroed in on the 'what can it do for me' part of the talk.

"I'm not interested in teleporting personnel at this point, what I want is to be able to track them. Can you make those dinguses any smaller?" He pointed at the toothpick thing,

"I want my people to be able put them somewhere that isn't likely to get searched, so I can find them if someone runs off with one of them. I would say small enough to embed under the skin, but I think I'd get complaints from my staff."

[wehavenormality]

"I've teleported myself between bases, but not via coordinates as of yet." She nodded to Penelope. "Sure, be my guest."

"The toothpick part is really just because its easy to stick in an apple. The tracking dot itself is in that little ball at the end, and it's about... this big." she picked up a microchip with a pair of tweezers. "This one's damaged, though - they're kind of fragile, though - hence it being in the plastic ball. I could put it in almost anything, really."

[godgivensolace]

"Technology means being able to chip the children," Garcia picked up the apple and eyed the little ball. "But he's right the cops aren't going to want an implant... too X-Files."

She eyed it seriously, "Patches.. like nicotine or birth control you know? Sticky little bandaid things that you leave on for days at a time. Even if a baddie sees it he'll think it's medicinal not technological."

[yippiekiyaymf]

"Why not make it look like a bandaid. That'll excite even less curiosity than a medicinal patch."

[wehavenormality]

"I could. Hide it in the cotton bit. Expensive to lose, though, if the bandage falls off." It had taken her long enough just to make the two.

[godgivensolace]

"Those birth control patches are a wonder, can't get those things off without rubbing alcohol and a prayer to Jaysus. But she's right, we'll lose more than a few, and people will forget to put them on." But it couldn't be in something they carried because those things could be discarded.

"I suppose you could give the boys in blue the option of having it implanted."

[yippiekiyaymf]

John gave both of them a mock glare.

"I didn't say 'put it in a band-aid' I said 'make it look like a band-aid' with some of that extra special adhesive that'll last for about a week, and if I tell people to make sure to put them on, then they'll do it, or I'll know the reason why. And how can we lose something that's always going to tell us where it is?"

Not tech-savvy doesn't mean stupid. But it's all right, he's used to it.

[wehavenormality]

"I do tech, not adhesives. And I can't calibrate them to be more accurate than 50 centimeters square. These are tiny - you wouldn't be able to find one if it fell into grass." She paused for a moment. "Actually... but let me get back to you on that. I might be able to come up with something, a little wand or - but then it would need a second chip..." Trillian pulled out a scrap sheet of paper and a pen and began scribbling down diagrams and math equations before she lost the thought.