Military Log - 006

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

[Maes is in his room with stacks of books, manuals, paper and pens. He seems to be researching some things but Cambot isn't angled properly to show you. After a few minutes Maes finally looks up and grins]

Oh, hey Cambot you made it. Sorry, didn't hear you come in. [Maes closes a notebook, looking directly at Cambot]

So I know it's been awhile since I gave an update, but let's just say I've been distracted. Unfortunately this won't be much of an update because I haven't really discovered anything new to report. I've been keeping a record of everyone who appears and, as we've seen, disappears from this satellite [He taps one of the notebooks which is apparently the one keeping this information] and so far there doesn't really seem to be a pattern to it. We've all appeared at random from a variety of places, though Earth is the most common, and everyone is a variety of ages and sexes. [Sighs, because he hates not having anything NEW to add and probably everyone figured that much out anyway] Heck, we're not even all the same species or from the same time period...possibly even the same UNIVERSE.

[He shakes his head and moves on] Anyway, I can't keep looking for results there so while I'll maintain my records I think it's time I started looking somewhere else for answers. As you may have noticed, while the satellite seems to continually gain new members, the lair of our mad scientists in charge of the weekly experiments seems to remain just the two of them. It leads me to believe that whatever is happening is concentrated on this point in space and not on the planet below. I realize there's not really a way to test that, but I do have some people I want to talk to about it.

[He adjusts his glasses] Since I know the Mad Scientists can see our broadcasts I'd like to speak with them. That is if you're up to it. I'd also like to talk with Gypsy...if she's not too busy. [Leans back in his chair and waits]

Comments

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, yes, I can take a little break, if you want.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Great. You're the only robot I haven't spoken to yet but from what I hear it sounds like your also the busiest.

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm the only one programmed to take care of the higher functions of the ship and all. What'd you wanna know?

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

I know it's been awhile, but do you think you can recall anything strange happening the day other people started showing up on the satellite? Mike mentioned you were helping him with the secondary power lines or something to that effect.

Also, is there any way I can get a copy of the design or blueprints of the SoL?

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

That day? Hmmmmmmmmmm let me think...

Well yes, I was helping Mike with the secondary power lines! One of them went down. Mike tried to fix it, and that didn't work, so I fixed it.

Then I went and organized my Richard Basehart card collection!

Blueprints? Oh no, sorry, the Mad poopies have those blueprints.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Any idea why the power line went down? Did it mess with any other functions do you think?

Damn. There goes that lead I guess. I was hoping the blueprints might reveal something about the ship. Although, I suppose I wouldn't know what I was looking at anyway. Do you have ANY information on record about the ship up here or is it all with the Mads?

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh, it was just old! You need to replace those things from time to time. Never know until you know.

It was on the launch deck, so that wasn't working for awhile. Couldn't open the pod bay doors or get a suit freshened up or turn on the time machine or anything. I think we stopped pumping oxygen into the bottom deck for a little bit, but that got fixed.

I can tell you anything about the ship! It's just. You know. All in my head. Kinda hard to explain! Or maybe just Tom and Crow don't listen long enough.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Ah that makes sense. I guess even technology this advance would need to be maintained and changed out every now and then. [So much for THAT theory. Still, he can't let that bring him down. His eyes widen a bit at the 'time machine' though.]

There's a TIME MACHINE on your launch deck?

[He shakes his head in disbelief sitting back in his chair] I'd love to hear anything you can tell me about the ship Gypsy. [he offers a smile] I can't promise I'll understand it, but I'll do my best.

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

Yes, some parts more than others.

Uh-huuuh. Just a small one! And it's locked right now.

[Uh-oh Maes...you may have piqued Gypsy's interest now that she can talk shop at someone!] Oh! Well, the whole ship is approximately two and a half football fields long and six squash courts wide and has the exact same height as twice the submarine in Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. It's powered by nitro-prophyl trypolodene cubed which as you know is easily produced by a fusion of glycoprophene and dihydrogen monoxide and liquid nitrogen! Fuel lines are 92% stable except in the case of certain wormholes in which case their interaction with Asimov particles can cause breakdowns in the fabric of space/time and the laws of physics. Food and water are synthesized out of a simple process of combining nucleotides with electrized molecules in an Bohrized environment and then you add the salt and vinegar. Most surfaces are ten parts steel, five parts aluminum, five parts copper alloy, four parts titanium, four parts platicine multitier, three parts chinola and two parts that other stuff; except for outer hulls which are also six parts unobtanium. There's twelve decks in total, with flights of stairs and elevators inbetween them, plus a series of highly confusing ducts between every floor, sprinkled places with steep grades and dangerous spinning fans. Most parts were constructed in 1984, with a select few also from 1966 and then one of the beds is from the 18th century. There are heat shields and solar panels infused onto the outer hull plus a satellite dish on a closed-circuit channel. There is a steady supply of oxygen, liquid oxygen, liquid nitrogen, oxygen nitrogen and American cheese, recycled twice monthly. Power systems run at optimum on Sunday afternoons when not hampered by tectonic plate movement and TI calculators. The ship's computers process at a rate of ten dancing hamster gifs per minute and hold two pirated movies' worth of memory. A self-destruct button was installed but I haven't been able to figure out where it is.

And I know Richard Basehart would be proud!

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

[He...keeps up with some of that but not a whole lot because JEEZE that's a lot of info.]

Uh...thanks Gypsy. You really DO know a lot about this Satellite, huh.

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

Yes, someone has to!

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Listen, would it be all right if I look around the Launch Deck? Maybe you can even give me a tour to explain some of the stuff down there a bit better.

You want to do a log with this eventually?

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

Sure, I can do that.

One day! It doesn't have to be right away though

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Great. I'll get back to you with a time that works for you.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh what's that? Have you come to debate science?! Well, I'm the science expert around here, bub!

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

First of all, is there something I should call you beside Mad Scientist?

But, no, I'm not really here to debate science, well, not really. Is there anything you can tell me about the nature of this satellite and why your experiment seems to be gaining new test subjects lately?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Dr. F: It's Dr. Forrester to you!

Frank: And I'm TV's Frank!

Both: And together we are...Dr. Forrester and TV's Frank!

Dr. F: The satellite is like a giant lab cage, in space! Genius design of mine, really! As to where all of you guys are coming from...hell if I know.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

I see.

And have you had any strange visitors appear down there without warning?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Dr. F: Welllll, there's the mole people, but they don't stay that long and we know they're around.

Frank: But no ponies! I wish we had some unicorn ponies.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

But the mole people [he can't believe he just said that] didn't just appear like we have been, right?

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

Nahhh. You guys are just weird and all!

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

There are talking ponies and talking birds and who knows what else up here. You don't have to tell ME that.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

I think that's a fair assumption given what we have. Good work so far.

and yeah. I've been around the universe for awhile and I'm still having trouble with magical ponies and living puppets.

[mustbemaes.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Unfortunately there isn't a lot to work with up here and apparently any information related to the SoL itself is with the Mad Scientists.

Heh, I'm just going with the flow on that one. Everything else is so strange that if I start to think about it for too long I'll probably lose my mind.