Resting your cheek in the palm of your injured hand, you tapped the edge of the keyboard with your fingernail anxiously as you waited. ZEN had to break off another fragment with his new Outspacer translation update, then join those two fragments together once plugged into the computer. And of course, the fragment(s) in the computer were asynchronous with the one in the crew's HUDs and the Professor's tablet, so there was no way for you to get an update from the ZEN that could actually vocalize anything. The computer had no microphone or speakers that you could see, only the keyboard, mouse, and monitor in front of you. You couldn't even see the end of where the wires led, the actual computer itself. ZEN was plugged into a docking station at the base of the monitor.
The entire crew was in the robotics lab. Some milling around behind where you were sat at the computer, a couple others looking at the defunct robots in the side room.
Yangyang walked up behind you, one of the schematics books in his hands again.
"I didn't know you were ambidextrous," he commented conversationally, his eyes on the pages.
"What?" You looked up at him questioningly.
"Your hand," he gestured to the bandaged one, "You caught the knife with that one, but you're using the computer with the other. I don't think my first instinct would be to catch a flying knife with my non-dominant hand. Well, it wouldn't be to catch it all, but still."
You looked down at your hand that was hovering over the mouse. "Oh. I don't know, I guess."
"What do you make of this?" He pointed to a drawing.
"It... looks like a hand. A prosthetic?"
"There's no indication of anything mechanical, why'd you jump to prosthetic?"
"You found it in a robotics lab. I didn't think they'd be doing anatomy practice for fun."
"Robot-people..." Ten muttered under his breath.
A small window popped up in the bottom right of the right then, a chat box.
ZEN: I'm ready.
Y/N: How are we dividing this?
ZEN: I can review data without interrupting you.
Y/N: I'll start in the first folder, you start at the last, we'll work our way towards the middle?
ZEN: I'll let you know if I find anything of interest.
Clicking into the first folder, 'Robotics,' you skimmed through the subfolder options. They were mainly named with seemingly incomprehensible codes, combinations of glyphs and numbers that made no sense. You randomly clicked into the first one anyway, and were presented with more subfolders. These were simply labeled in trial phases and sub-phases: Phase 0.1, 0.1.2, 1.0, 1.3, 1.5, 2.0.3. You again clicked on the very first one, 0.1, and were greeted with nothing. It was empty, not a single file to actually review. You clicked back out and selected the next one, 0.1.2. Empty again. Narrowing your eyes at the display, you clicked on 1.0, hoping that they had just maybe moved all of those into the succeeding phase. Nothing.
Letting out a huff, you clicked back into the chat window.
Y/N: ZEN, do any of the folders I'm looking in actually have anything?
ZEN: No.
Y/N: In the entire Robotics folder?
ZEN: No data.
You groaned, going back out to the main menu.
"What?" Kun questioned as you clicked into 'Synthetic Biology.'
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frankenstein complex ⇢ q.k | ✔
Fanfictionin which the crew of the vision finds you as the sole survivor of a classified research facility and there's more gaps in your memory than memories themselves. on top of that, you've got this weird feeling that the captain of the crew you've found y...
