Hiro Hamada (浜田飛呂) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
microbrobotics) wrote2025-01-08 05:19 pm
microbrobotics) wrote2025-01-08 05:19 pm
[MoM] IC CONTACT POST
"Hey, you've reached Hiro Hamada. Text me like a normal person and not a weirdo."
[ They come as a series of truncated urls over a series of texts, each leading to a few different media hosting sites: droplocks, upzord, filemignon, and so forth. Each is a .pdf file with a short, useless sort of name ("dw" and "dd" and "sv" and "ms", and the like), containing each around twenty pages of diagrammatic sketches. Most images are in black and white, with occasional addition of one tone of color to indicate shape or shadow, with arrows leading to short notes in cramped English.
Some are of relatively practical-looking things: a cylinder the size of a pen projecting out its side a screen roughly that the size of a tablet, infinitely more portable, with notes about gesture-related interaction; rough city landscapes with billboards indicated as being merely light projections, easier to see and change than paper counterparts. Others look very impractical, with bulbous contraptions that strap to the wrist, interior motors and projectors and exterior trays and docks and how many pounds would that be, to carry on the non-dominant arm? The stylized motorcycles, with computer displays mounted centrally between the handlebars, and are paired with sketches of helmets with lightly-colored visors with placeholders for data scrawled across the field of view.
The holograms drawn in companion are monstrously large, mostly robots, and dragons, with occasional amalgamations of things like humans and plants, or rodents and scrap metal. Some of the small, featureless humans drawn in conjunction will have the right arm outstretched strangely (especially for the ones on the bikes), but each time they seem to be holding something -- not that the sketches are detailed nearly enough to depict what they are besides "rectangles."
The image with the most detail -- and most color -- is the interior of a stadium: there's a race track in the center, with two bikes racing, while above them one gigantic beast, winged and taloned and colored in silvers and blues, spit some beam of rainbow-speckled light at a darker, larger beast, engulfed in flames. There is a scoreboard of some fashion: a red-lined 100 versus a white 3800. It's... a sport. Hologram dragons fighting to the death over a bike race is, somehow, a sport.
The text message that follows the last of the file links reads: ]
Sorry these took so long. The last few days have been pretty rough.
Some are of relatively practical-looking things: a cylinder the size of a pen projecting out its side a screen roughly that the size of a tablet, infinitely more portable, with notes about gesture-related interaction; rough city landscapes with billboards indicated as being merely light projections, easier to see and change than paper counterparts. Others look very impractical, with bulbous contraptions that strap to the wrist, interior motors and projectors and exterior trays and docks and how many pounds would that be, to carry on the non-dominant arm? The stylized motorcycles, with computer displays mounted centrally between the handlebars, and are paired with sketches of helmets with lightly-colored visors with placeholders for data scrawled across the field of view.
The holograms drawn in companion are monstrously large, mostly robots, and dragons, with occasional amalgamations of things like humans and plants, or rodents and scrap metal. Some of the small, featureless humans drawn in conjunction will have the right arm outstretched strangely (especially for the ones on the bikes), but each time they seem to be holding something -- not that the sketches are detailed nearly enough to depict what they are besides "rectangles."
The image with the most detail -- and most color -- is the interior of a stadium: there's a race track in the center, with two bikes racing, while above them one gigantic beast, winged and taloned and colored in silvers and blues, spit some beam of rainbow-speckled light at a darker, larger beast, engulfed in flames. There is a scoreboard of some fashion: a red-lined 100 versus a white 3800. It's... a sport. Hologram dragons fighting to the death over a bike race is, somehow, a sport.
The text message that follows the last of the file links reads: ]
Sorry these took so long. The last few days have been pretty rough.
[ That is incredibly freaking cool. When the first file comes over, Hiro's kind of mystified - what's this for again? - but as soon as he realizes that these are schematics, and that they match what he and Ruka talked about ... That sure gets the ideas going. Hiro's no stranger to making modular tech like this. The tricky part will be combining the cameras and making the microbots smaller, but he's familiar enough with the rest of it that he's certain he can do this.
More importantly, he wants to do it. Because a stadium full of huge holographic dragons fighting each other sounds like the best idea ever. ]
dude. TOTALLY worth it. you didn't tell me you used this for holographic dragon battles!
you okay though? did something happen?
More importantly, he wants to do it. Because a stadium full of huge holographic dragons fighting each other sounds like the best idea ever. ]
dude. TOTALLY worth it. you didn't tell me you used this for holographic dragon battles!
you okay though? did something happen?
Hey Hiro look what I figured out how how to do!
Also how awesome is it that your brother showed up! Just in time for your bday too
Also how awesome is it that your brother showed up! Just in time for your bday too
......... oh my god lana
i think my eyes are burning
i think my eyes are burning
[Hello, child.]
This is Dr. Crane.
It would be a pleasure to discuss my study with you, when you're available. Are you available for interview soon?
This is Dr. Crane.
It would be a pleasure to discuss my study with you, when you're available. Are you available for interview soon?
[ Oh, right. It's that psychologist he was talking to on the network. Well, he did offer, and he doesn't see the harm in it, so he replies: ]
yeah sure. i'm free whenever? work's pretty relaxed about hours.
yeah sure. i'm free whenever? work's pretty relaxed about hours.
omg you sent through with it. is this what cool is.
Hiro, it's Barnaby. Are you alright? Please let me know when you get a chance.
[ There's no response all of Saturday; Hiro hasn't even looked at his comm in the immediate aftermath of the fire. Only when he rolls over the next morning that he realizes there's a message waiting for him. Barnaby. Did he know about the fires? Is that what this is about?
His head is still pounding from overusing his powers and his hands are in no condition to be texting, so he opts to just call instead. After he enters in the number, he just lays the phone down on his bed and rests his head next to it. A little muffled and a lot hoarse, but it's all he can bear to do today. ]
Hey. Got your message.
His head is still pounding from overusing his powers and his hands are in no condition to be texting, so he opts to just call instead. After he enters in the number, he just lays the phone down on his bed and rests his head next to it. A little muffled and a lot hoarse, but it's all he can bear to do today. ]
Hey. Got your message.
Reply to this message when you can.
Are you receiving visitors? Y/N
( ・_・)ノ
[ yes...that's an emoji. ]
Are you receiving visitors? Y/N
( ・_・)ノ
[ yes...that's an emoji. ]
[ Adorable. Hiro stares at the message for a moment ... He doesn't feel like much of anything right now, to be honest, but if anyone is welcome at this point, it's the fella who got him and his brother out alive. ]
sure. okay. no guarantees i'll be good company though.
[ A pause. Then: ]
(´～`) むにゃむにゃ
sure. okay. no guarantees i'll be good company though.
[ A pause. Then: ]
(´～`) むにゃむにゃ
[ Oh my god what is this. Hiro is going to blame Tadashi, personally. Because he sure didn't order this junk. ]
nothing here works and you're out of power, huh?
[ Lana doesn't know if Hiro's going to the convention or not, but she's decided cosplay is the next step in her nerd-transformation, apparently. And she's snapchatting him the evidence. ]
dude. oh my god. what are you wearing.
Hi. I'm sorry, you don't know me, but I heard that you're working on...power nullifiers. Is that right? How's that going?
[ Huh. That isn't an ID he recognizes at all. Not even from watching the network. But if this guy's mentioning power limiters, then he must have seen Hiro's video post; no point in hiding his voice in that case. ]
Pretty well, I'd say? I've built some prototypes that I'm still testing.
Why, do you need some too?
Pretty well, I'd say? I've built some prototypes that I'm still testing.
Why, do you need some too?
huh? now? isn't this like way past the time that you let ME drink coffee
[ Not that Hiro's asleep either - he's upstairs in his room, fiddling with a generator piece. ]
[ Not that Hiro's asleep either - he's upstairs in his room, fiddling with a generator piece. ]
Hiro, I didn't know you had a broken arm. I'm a healer - I can take care of it for you!
[Boys not asking for help, one of her annoyances, Hiro.]
You can see me at home or at work.
...Home might be better. Or I could come to your place.
[Boys not asking for help, one of her annoyances, Hiro.]
You can see me at home or at work.
...Home might be better. Or I could come to your place.
[ Well now he just feels kind of bad. He raises his arm to the back of his head sheepishly, where it's ... kind of not in a cast anymore. ]
Sorry, I didn't think of it? And I had like three different people all heal it, so I didn't think to have anyone else take a look.
Sorry, I didn't think of it? And I had like three different people all heal it, so I didn't think to have anyone else take a look.
[ Raina went to the lab, studying what few samples they had. Although her job was technically being a material collector, she wanted to understand all aspects of her work -- and the men in charge could hardly say no when she asked. She warned them in advance that they would be having company later -- someone to help improve the machinery and make it more efficient.
But even though Raina reassured them she was getting help from the best, Hiro probably got some strange looks from the workers by the time he arrived. Not from Raina, though. As soon as she saw him, she stopped what she was doing, smiled wide and approached to give him a handshake of the utmost respect. ]
Mr. Hamada, correct? I'm Raina.
But even though Raina reassured them she was getting help from the best, Hiro probably got some strange looks from the workers by the time he arrived. Not from Raina, though. As soon as she saw him, she stopped what she was doing, smiled wide and approached to give him a handshake of the utmost respect. ]
Mr. Hamada, correct? I'm Raina.
[ Hiro was used to those looks, at least; he got them from a lot of people when he first met them outside of the network. It was also a reason why he hid his age as best he could when out on the network proper. This time, though, Raina at least saw his thoroughly childish conversation with his brother, so maybe she wasn't surprised to see this kid walk in. He was tiny, about five feet even and maybe eighty pounds. Not quite the mental image that might have come to mind. But once he walked into the building, his eyes were alight with interest and comprehension. He could feel all the tech humming around him straight down to the core of his powers.
And there was Raina too, offering him a handshake like he was any other adult and not some uppity kid prodigy. A faint flush reddened his cheeks. A little respect went a long way with this kid. ]
Hi, Raina. Nice to meet you in person. ... Pretty sure you're the first person to ever call me "mister."
And there was Raina too, offering him a handshake like he was any other adult and not some uppity kid prodigy. A faint flush reddened his cheeks. A little respect went a long way with this kid. ]
Hi, Raina. Nice to meet you in person. ... Pretty sure you're the first person to ever call me "mister."
I got a result on the police database search. Your tip about fire powers was critical. There's been a few house fires in Heropa, and in one, the police had a note to question the house sitter-- but the home owners denied hiring one.
heropa, huh? glad to know he's not in de Chima at least. you got an address for that house?
[It's a little girl! But she's CGI rather than a video recording!]
Hello Hiro Hamada I am informed that you are an ImPort with some experience with advanced Engineering?? I am trying to find humans (or not humans) that have the capabilities to repair my robot body should it become damaged, and your name was raised by the human Raina!!
Hello Hiro Hamada I am informed that you are an ImPort with some experience with advanced Engineering?? I am trying to find humans (or not humans) that have the capabilities to repair my robot body should it become damaged, and your name was raised by the human Raina!!
[ Whoa. Hiro looks suitably impressed when he turns on his end of the feed. ]
You've got a robot body? Dude, I can definitely help you out. 'specially if you're one of Raina's friends.
You've got a robot body? Dude, I can definitely help you out. 'specially if you're one of Raina's friends.
So.... I've got some good news and some bad news
Voice..... That angry icon was totally not the one I clicked on. Tablet posting. :|
dontforgetpie
- 2015-04-21 19:13 (UTC) - ExpandWhat you mean dean isn't angry all the time?? Madness
microbrobotics
- 2015-04-21 19:15 (UTC) - Expand[A few days of scares, trying to keep his brother calm, trying to keep their closer friends updated and still keep an eye on what's happening outside the lab?
Busy week.
But he's honestly glad, it's kept Tadashi from getting too worried and scared himself. If Hiro really is contaminated, what then? He wasn't anywhere near a cure and he hadn't heard anything from anyone else in the lab getting close either.
Focus.
Focus on making sure Hiro's even infected first before worrying about a cure, one step at a time. It had taken several days to find results and now he would find out for sure. He takes the look and... Oh thank god. It looks exactly the same as his own, no sign of anything foreign or unusual. He steps over to the small quarantine area he'd hastily set up and knocks on the plexiglass.]
Hey, got some news.
Busy week.
But he's honestly glad, it's kept Tadashi from getting too worried and scared himself. If Hiro really is contaminated, what then? He wasn't anywhere near a cure and he hadn't heard anything from anyone else in the lab getting close either.
Focus.
Focus on making sure Hiro's even infected first before worrying about a cure, one step at a time. It had taken several days to find results and now he would find out for sure. He takes the look and... Oh thank god. It looks exactly the same as his own, no sign of anything foreign or unusual. He steps over to the small quarantine area he'd hastily set up and knocks on the plexiglass.]
Hey, got some news.
[ It's been an unhappy week for Hiro too, yo-yoing between terror and boredom alternately, with little to keep his mind off the possibility that he might be infected with a fatal zombie disease. Kind of puts a damper on everything. The armor was destroyed - he'd never intended it to be used long anyway - the microbots and toolbot detoxed and set aside close by. So at least he can reach through the plexiglass with his powers and get some work done.
By the end of the week, though, he's taken apart all of the microbots he built, twice, and he's in the process of taking them apart again out of sheer boredom. Tweaking them again, just because there's nothing else to do in here that he's interested. Books? Not in the mood to focus on them. Comm? He's messaged people, of course, but it's awkward when he doesn't want to tell them that he's stuck in a quarantine ward. Pestered the netnavis into coming to visit? ... Yeah okay, that part was nice. But mostly he sleeps and messes with his bots and tries not to think.
Thank god his brother is here or he might have gone crazy from waiting.
He looks up when Tadashi comes over, settling his microbots neatly back down onto the ground. News, huh. He'd almost welcome being infected at this point - at least then he'd know, and he could get out of this agonizing limbo. But he's still nervous when he looks up at his brother. Trying to keep his tone casual even as he searches his brother's expression for clues. ]
Yeah? ... Good news or bad?
By the end of the week, though, he's taken apart all of the microbots he built, twice, and he's in the process of taking them apart again out of sheer boredom. Tweaking them again, just because there's nothing else to do in here that he's interested. Books? Not in the mood to focus on them. Comm? He's messaged people, of course, but it's awkward when he doesn't want to tell them that he's stuck in a quarantine ward. Pestered the netnavis into coming to visit? ... Yeah okay, that part was nice. But mostly he sleeps and messes with his bots and tries not to think.
Thank god his brother is here or he might have gone crazy from waiting.
He looks up when Tadashi comes over, settling his microbots neatly back down onto the ground. News, huh. He'd almost welcome being infected at this point - at least then he'd know, and he could get out of this agonizing limbo. But he's still nervous when he looks up at his brother. Trying to keep his tone casual even as he searches his brother's expression for clues. ]
Yeah? ... Good news or bad?
[ Ah. Callaghan. Not his favorite person on the best of days, but having to stay tucked away all week is driving him nuts. It's almost nice to see Cal's message show up on his screen. ]
about what?
about what?
Receiving visitors Y/N? You must be bored. [ He's keeping it reasonably casual for him. No need to remind Hiro more than he's already been reminded of the fact that he's basically in quarantine. ]
[ Hiro brightens, actually; he knows a netnavi can't get infected the way a human can (or at least he thinks), and his brother is asleep over his testing equipment. Perfect timing. ]
Yeah - yeah. If you don't mind?
Yeah - yeah. If you don't mind?
[Quiet day, nice weather, not too hot but just warm enough to not need a jacket finally. He checked the dates and - yep. This would be the day before, now the eleve-- twelfth anniversary, if Hiro's timeline is what they're going by now. He couldn't find the usual ones he gets from home, but he found and put together a little arrangement of white and red flowers. Already scoped out a cemetery to go to, got Hiro and started the walk.]
You still sure you wanna go?
You still sure you wanna go?
[ Of course it would be Mother's Day. Hiro feels a quick pang of homesickness - not for the parents he never knew, but for Aunt Cass. It's been over four months now, the longest he can remember ever having been away from her. So there's an ache in his expression when Tadashi asks, but ... ]
Yeah. Definitely, bro. I owe them at least this once.
[ And he needs a moment to mourn for his brother too. ]
Yeah. Definitely, bro. I owe them at least this once.
[ And he needs a moment to mourn for his brother too. ]
Hey, Hiro, is it okay if I come over?
[He means in the comm, but let's be real here - he's probably going to plug out into the quarantine area the second he feels like it would make Hiro feel better. SCREW RISK OF FATAL BRAIN DISEASE HIS FRIEND HAS A SAD.]
[He means in the comm, but let's be real here - he's probably going to plug out into the quarantine area the second he feels like it would make Hiro feel better. SCREW RISK OF FATAL BRAIN DISEASE HIS FRIEND HAS A SAD.]
[ Dammit Megaman you have to be careful. Hiro flinches at the suggestion a bit before he remembers - oh, yeah. Netnavi. ]
ok but only if you stay in my comm
ok but only if you stay in my comm
If this superhero thing is going to be A Thing
I think I'm gonna need some upgrades
I think I'm gonna need some upgrades
yo, hiro.
Heard u were arguing with Star-Lord about the booze.
...U want some?
Heard u were arguing with Star-Lord about the booze.
...U want some?
Edited 2015-05-27 01:25 (UTC)
[ The nice thing about being a technokinetic is that he can text back without even looking away from the movie screen. So he looks toootally innocent. ]
omg
are u serious
omg
are u serious
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