"You might be surprised," Scott murmured, in response to it being more complicated than he thought. Charles had done most of the design, but Scott had participated here and there for increased efficiency in use - as they'd figured out what worked for him and what didn't.
Purely functional and mechanical controls were all he'd been thinking. Completely functioning at the level he was used to with this itineration? Was well beyond what he'd expected of Sandy.
He finished his food, and took a drink of coffee, mulling over the rest of what had been said. The rest of that input. He was... touched, but at the same time he found the idea slightly uncomfortable. That visor, even his glasses, were so fucking personal. In some ways they were almost a body part. They were a prosthetic in every way that counted.
Yet he'd handed it over voluntarily, and found the idea of an extra safety net incredibly relieving.
"I was thinking mostly of pure function in an emergency situation," Scott admitted, but. "If you want to get together with Charles and mess with the design, or even see what you come up with on your own I'll give it a shot. It isn't necessary, though. I'm pretty used to the headache." Between the fall out of a plane and actual damage to that part of his brain, the period leading up to manifestation - where he was wasn't half bad.
If it could be better.... Worth a test run. Might be interesting to see what Sandy did, anyway.
This was, he realized with a bit of bemusement, working. He liked this guy.
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Date: 2015-10-11 12:08 am (UTC)Purely functional and mechanical controls were all he'd been thinking. Completely functioning at the level he was used to with this itineration? Was well beyond what he'd expected of Sandy.
He finished his food, and took a drink of coffee, mulling over the rest of what had been said. The rest of that input. He was... touched, but at the same time he found the idea slightly uncomfortable. That visor, even his glasses, were so fucking personal. In some ways they were almost a body part. They were a prosthetic in every way that counted.
Yet he'd handed it over voluntarily, and found the idea of an extra safety net incredibly relieving.
"I was thinking mostly of pure function in an emergency situation," Scott admitted, but. "If you want to get together with Charles and mess with the design, or even see what you come up with on your own I'll give it a shot. It isn't necessary, though. I'm pretty used to the headache." Between the fall out of a plane and actual damage to that part of his brain, the period leading up to manifestation - where he was wasn't half bad.
If it could be better.... Worth a test run. Might be interesting to see what Sandy did, anyway.
This was, he realized with a bit of bemusement, working. He liked this guy.