Installing File 'Life and Soul', Progress: 98% [open]
Dmitri Shostakovich-that name was what had inspired him today, or rather, several days earlier, idle talk under the influence of hormones though that brief discussion was, but it popped up in his mind when he was going through his tools and he happened upon that fateful memory card, MP3-laden and dusty. How said tracks managed to avoid Dustin’s thorough hand during other searches through his backpack was beyond him. In any case, said card was now safely within the confines of its respective music-projecting devoice, a refurbished set of tinny speakers to help the process was tucked in the crook of his arm, and a silver thermos full of slop and edible tray sat atop his bag of electronics; Dustin was off to work.
It had been some time since he first discovered his unfinished ship down in the vehicle bay, only a ramshackle mess of beams and insulation and flooring to set it apart from the others. Now her internal organs were completed, her fusion engine was already functioning and absorbing the required elements in order to provide power and air, her control panels were connected and partially framed by windows and unstained metal. The Dart was taking shape; but before Dustin could close her up for good, he needed to program her systems and finish wiring together all the necessary components so that they could communicate fluently and in all the complex ways her creator had decided she should. Thus, massive plates of metal and insulation were still exposed, and were the focus of Dustin’s scrutiny for this particular session.
He set up just outside the bridge, arms buried partway within the mass of wires and circuit boards, a soldering iron in one hand and a charge meter in the other. His phone was magnetically attached to the outside and physically wrapped to a particular chip; frames of code flashed over the tiny screen as they migrated to their new interface, seamless and perfect in their construction for even the most mundane of tasks. And, to complete the air, the first movement of Shostakovich’s ninth symphony trilled pleasantly from the speakers atop his stolen greatcoat. It helped to keep him focused-as if he required assistance to do so, the very idea-and it blotted out the rest of the ship. This included possible visitors of course. Dustin had little patience for an audience when he was programming.
It had been some time since he first discovered his unfinished ship down in the vehicle bay, only a ramshackle mess of beams and insulation and flooring to set it apart from the others. Now her internal organs were completed, her fusion engine was already functioning and absorbing the required elements in order to provide power and air, her control panels were connected and partially framed by windows and unstained metal. The Dart was taking shape; but before Dustin could close her up for good, he needed to program her systems and finish wiring together all the necessary components so that they could communicate fluently and in all the complex ways her creator had decided she should. Thus, massive plates of metal and insulation were still exposed, and were the focus of Dustin’s scrutiny for this particular session.
He set up just outside the bridge, arms buried partway within the mass of wires and circuit boards, a soldering iron in one hand and a charge meter in the other. His phone was magnetically attached to the outside and physically wrapped to a particular chip; frames of code flashed over the tiny screen as they migrated to their new interface, seamless and perfect in their construction for even the most mundane of tasks. And, to complete the air, the first movement of Shostakovich’s ninth symphony trilled pleasantly from the speakers atop his stolen greatcoat. It helped to keep him focused-as if he required assistance to do so, the very idea-and it blotted out the rest of the ship. This included possible visitors of course. Dustin had little patience for an audience when he was programming.