{003} [Visual] OK Computer
Tony Stark has had a busy week, one which he has spent almost entirely indoors. It's important to make that kind of distinction, as nothing good will come of any affairs Tony entertains outside the walls of his garage. Most of it has been spent acclimatising to the new wares, the tablet and the replicator hatches. You have the latter to thank for his new, altogether more modest wardrobe. Whatever he's been doing must have been pretty heavy duty as said threads look as if he's been wearing them for years, not days.
Early attempts to synchronise the Taxon devices with his Jarvis AI have so far proven inconsequential. There are no ports on the tablets, there aren't even any discernible seams. He wouldn't want to take a hammer to it at least until he could be sure it wasn't required for getting him the hell out of here. He had, however, at least managed to update Jarvis with maps of the area and atmospheric conditions. It's recalibrating the Iron Man suit presently.
"Any computer geeks out there?" Tony updates from his living room, "It's a long shot, but if I can convert my AI protocols to make them compatible with the gear we've all been provided with, I may be able to make contact with the bastards who brought us here. Trouble is, I'm considerably better with a soldering iron than I am with a keyboard."
Dammit Jim, he's an engineer, not a computer programmer. He then thumbs out the drinks cabinet in the background.
"For anybody else, these replicators do a damn good single malt. What say we make a date, get to know one another?"
Early attempts to synchronise the Taxon devices with his Jarvis AI have so far proven inconsequential. There are no ports on the tablets, there aren't even any discernible seams. He wouldn't want to take a hammer to it at least until he could be sure it wasn't required for getting him the hell out of here. He had, however, at least managed to update Jarvis with maps of the area and atmospheric conditions. It's recalibrating the Iron Man suit presently.
"Any computer geeks out there?" Tony updates from his living room, "It's a long shot, but if I can convert my AI protocols to make them compatible with the gear we've all been provided with, I may be able to make contact with the bastards who brought us here. Trouble is, I'm considerably better with a soldering iron than I am with a keyboard."
Dammit Jim, he's an engineer, not a computer programmer. He then thumbs out the drinks cabinet in the background.
"For anybody else, these replicators do a damn good single malt. What say we make a date, get to know one another?"