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Who: Maria and EDI
When: Uhm. Today?
Where: Residential Zone 2
What: EDI is cyberstalking, Maria notices.
Warnings: Probably not?
Maria stepped into the large clearing in the northern corner of the zone and paused, considering the array of supplies and girders that were stretched out on the ground in front of her. "Just put it there." She said absently to the little mob of station robots she'd conned into helping her bring things from the teleporter. Cleaning robots, mostly, a few others that were supposed to be doing normal tasks but weren't now. Even one of the greeters that flew around in the junkyard.
They were all lugging bits of junk or pulling a large flat-bed wagon she'd created, piled with girders and bits of metal and other things. Maria was building to pass the time on the station, and while she'd played in the junkyard at first, working somewhere that didn't rain metal had a certain appeal.
At the moment she was making a train. Well, a small train, probably would ahve been suitable for a child to ride in, but all scaled properly to what she remembered. The cars were a mix of old things and fancy new ones, and they sat nearby in neat little rows. Today she was going to put up some tracks on girders, about ten feet into the air to keep them out of the way, and start testing things. She'd been looking forward to this for a while, now. She just needed to...hmm...
She paused suddenly, frowning, and started to look around. She had the strangest feeling someone was watching her. But...where...
When: Uhm. Today?
Where: Residential Zone 2
What: EDI is cyberstalking, Maria notices.
Warnings: Probably not?
Maria stepped into the large clearing in the northern corner of the zone and paused, considering the array of supplies and girders that were stretched out on the ground in front of her. "Just put it there." She said absently to the little mob of station robots she'd conned into helping her bring things from the teleporter. Cleaning robots, mostly, a few others that were supposed to be doing normal tasks but weren't now. Even one of the greeters that flew around in the junkyard.
They were all lugging bits of junk or pulling a large flat-bed wagon she'd created, piled with girders and bits of metal and other things. Maria was building to pass the time on the station, and while she'd played in the junkyard at first, working somewhere that didn't rain metal had a certain appeal.
At the moment she was making a train. Well, a small train, probably would ahve been suitable for a child to ride in, but all scaled properly to what she remembered. The cars were a mix of old things and fancy new ones, and they sat nearby in neat little rows. Today she was going to put up some tracks on girders, about ten feet into the air to keep them out of the way, and start testing things. She'd been looking forward to this for a while, now. She just needed to...hmm...
She paused suddenly, frowning, and started to look around. She had the strangest feeling someone was watching her. But...where...