Ch7p40
Chapter: Paso Doble
Location: Salamanca
Ora bons olhos vos vejam, meus grilinhos ♥
Andei aqui a fazer uns truques com a decoração do sítio, tem nova secção na página do elenco e tudo. Avisem-me se encontrarem alguma coisa fora do sítio.
Entretanto, sei que não faço hábito disso de falar muito aqui no separador comentários, mas penso que estaremos todos familiarizados com o trabalho do seu von Neumann, certo? Não precisam de saber quem é ou o que é. Mas saibam que é. Juro que isto não é um detalhe importante, a não ser que sejam dos que gostam de pensar em implicações técnicas.
Enfim, estava com expectativas elevadas para o que o Franq diria nesta página e agora estou na dúvida se não terá sido demasiado subtil. O Nikita apanhou a dica, ao menos isso.
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7 Panels.
Panel 1: Franq types furiously onto the keyboard, Nikita is looking at him as if he just realized something.
Franq: To be fair, I also think the General would let you to die in Lusitania for a few weeks, if you got captured.
Panel 2: A closeup of Nikita, expression only slightly changed.
Nikita: Do you do understand what I want.
Panel 3: Franq picks up the hard drive Nikita slid him previously, smoking. Behind him, Argon is curious, as one of the monitor keeps repeating the same words: "CHE COS'È?"
Franq: This is a von Newmann, Nikusha. Ancient with capital A shit. We're gonna need an adapter for this.
Panel 4, 5: Franq takes a box full of cables and adapters from under the table and searches for a compatible one. He sighs before talking.
Franq: Yes, I understand. I just don't find it very palatable.
Panel 6: Franq looks up to Nikita, sitting in front of him while Franq's still kneeling on the floor next to his box of cables.
Nikita: War's not supposed to be palatable.
Franq: Especially not the way you do it, is it?
Nikita: I do what I do.
Franq: I just hoped you'd gotten it out of your system by now.
Panel 7: Black, with the speechbubbles as the conversation trails off.
Franq: Well, anyways, I need to run some tests on this bad boy of yours. How much time do you have?
Nikita: Some forty minutes.
Franq: Let's go grab a coffee. I'll show you what I've been working on.
Panel 1: Franq types furiously onto the keyboard, Nikita is looking at him as if he just realized something.
Franq: To be fair, I also think the General would let you to die in Lusitania for a few weeks, if you got captured.
Panel 2: A closeup of Nikita, expression only slightly changed.
Nikita: Do you do understand what I want.
Panel 3: Franq picks up the hard drive Nikita slid him previously, smoking. Behind him, Argon is curious, as one of the monitor keeps repeating the same words: "CHE COS'È?"
Franq: This is a von Newmann, Nikusha. Ancient with capital A shit. We're gonna need an adapter for this.
Panel 4, 5: Franq takes a box full of cables and adapters from under the table and searches for a compatible one. He sighs before talking.
Franq: Yes, I understand. I just don't find it very palatable.
Panel 6: Franq looks up to Nikita, sitting in front of him while Franq's still kneeling on the floor next to his box of cables.
Nikita: War's not supposed to be palatable.
Franq: Especially not the way you do it, is it?
Nikita: I do what I do.
Franq: I just hoped you'd gotten it out of your system by now.
Panel 7: Black, with the speechbubbles as the conversation trails off.
Franq: Well, anyways, I need to run some tests on this bad boy of yours. How much time do you have?
Nikita: Some forty minutes.
Franq: Let's go grab a coffee. I'll show you what I've been working on.
“War is not supposed to be palatable.” Wow Nikita, ok. Go write a philosophy paper
man’s about to write the Commentarii de Bello Lusitanicum
With just the traditional bit of a self-serving slant, as usual…!
“I do what I do”
Just to be on the safe side he probably shouldn’t schedule any major events at the Ides of March, though…
You should read the 1920ssatiricalplay, Major Barbara.
I guess their computer gods are running on much more subtle but also more fickle quantum hardware by now as befits any proper deity. 🤔
Of course Franq will have to dive into his rats nest of an adapter drawer to plug in an old-style digital data drive…!
So … an actual Slavic diminutive … I’ve been wondering about the brothers’ Russian nommes de guerre …