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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim is writing something. Erasing. Writing. It's very easy to write and erase and write when you have a PADD. Getting the words right? That's not so easy.

Maybe Jim won't mind if you interrupt.

[ooc: slowtime likely for work]

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[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, the Bunny Drinks. And when he drinks, he finds himself doing two things. The first is assaulting random strangers, which explains why he has jumped up onto the table in front of Kirk.

And the second, is that he finds himself singing. Songs like this.

"She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then

I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim...just stares. First the pig. Now the rabbit. At least the pig didn't sing.

He certainly doesn't know the song, Sir Elton's works sadly having been lost to the ravages of time (except for his remix of Candle in the Wind for Dame Judi Dench, recorded in 2018).

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny gestures with his bottle of rum at the captain.

"What's....up captain...sir?"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Um...I'm not a captain these days." How could a talking rabbit know about his career? Then again, how could a talking rabbit exist. "Admiral, for the moment."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Then where, si your ship?"

The rabbit gestures around.

"I see no water!"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"How do you know I have...had a ship," he asks quietly. This must be another of the Bar's littles tests, right? "It was in space. Never on the water."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Ya said yer an admiral! That means a ship!"

The Bunny glares up with drunken eyes.

"And yer in an outfit, so yer a captain. Right? Right."

All logical leaps of conclusion.

"Space ship? Ya worked on the relcamation projects then?"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Kirk might admit that his clothing aren't typical - they do look vaguely like his uniform - but he's not sure how theyt connote "captain".

"I'm afraid I don't know any reclamation projects offhand. My duties were more general." Might as well talk. Maybe he can find common ground, as he seemed to with the pig.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny frowns.

"Ya didn' work the teraforming?"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"No. We have special ships and crews for that." A rabbit who knows terraforming. That's even odder. "When are you from?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"4000 somethin. I ferget the exact year."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"4000...are sentient rabbits common in your time?" Just the year alone would surprise Kirk. He's never met anyone from that far ahead of him (though Suzi might be from that far - he's not sure).

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"I'm an AI."

He gives a grin at Kirk.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Jim." Interested Suzi! She's peering at his...thing. "What's that?"

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim flashes a smile. "Hey, Suzi. This," he says as je saves his letter (stalled out at "Dear Antonia") is a PADD. Personal Access Display Device. We use these to do most of our paperwork, as well as a number of other tasks." Interestingly, it's about three times the size of a standard PalmPilot.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh." She peers at it for a moment, "A kind of computer, or some other sort of machine?" After meeting the Sprites Suzi swore off computers.

Other machines, however? Oh, yes. She's still learning all she can about those!

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"A computer. Probably on the advanced side, compared to any Whistler might have shown you when you visit his time, but easy to use." He picks up a stylus and taps on the screen. A selection of icons appears. "You just pick which function you want..." He selects COMPOSE. "...and then you just follow the lead of the PADD. It practically does the work for you."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Oh." She peers at it, but doesn't touch, "It must have very smart Sprites, then."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Sprites..." That rings a bell. "It's simply an application of duotronic technology, refined over the centuries. Battery powered, made from silicon and plastic."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

But I don't see the potatoes... is what floats through her mind, and she looks up at Jim and says, "It's, um. That's, I think? What Sprites are. They're inside computers, doing things. Games kill them."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"I can assure you, there's nothing alive inside this. There isn't even any form of artificial intelligence. It's just a machine, that's all." He wonders who gave her such ideas about computers.

[a1enzo]

A small green boy, apparently nine years old, whooshes past on a pair of flying disks, close enough for the wind of his passage to ruffle their hair. "Hi, Suzi! 'Bye, Suzi!"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"...Well, that was Enzo. He's a Sprite." She points after the little green boy, "He lives in a computer from Whistler's time."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"He lives inside a computer?" That doesn't make any kind of sense. "He looks sort of familiar...same skin tone as a friend of mine. An AI named Bob..." OK, that sort of explains Bob. Well, not really.

"Want to explain this to me again?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. Bob and Enzo and Matrix and Dot are all Sprites." She says firmly, "They're computer programs. They live in computers."