Thread: Conway Robotic Tech.

The morning came all to soon... Having spent all night going threw work requests and work orders, Steven was feeling rather lagged and needing something with caffeine or synthetic sugar in it. Currently laying in a small crawl space, the tall laborer would be on his side with a tool bag out and several pieces of items from the nearby wall out around him. A pair of portable spot lights hung from the low ceiling lighting the area, while the mechanic would continue to use a tiny 'ohm-meter' over various wires and junction boxes. The 'crawl-space' happened to be about four feet wide and four feet tall. Not enough to walk but just enough to bang one's skull and shines around inside of. Pausing with testing a wire strand, Young Mr. Gosser would stop feeling his data-pad shaking on the metal grate nearby. Rolling over to tap the incoming message, a co-worker with a rather flustered look would raise a brow to him on the small flat screen. Are you still trying to find that short? the other jump suit wearing male would ask. Yeah Phil, just another of the many things we do to keep this world spinning... Steven would pause to turn and continue checking a bundle of wires. Look that H-VAC system has had problems since it's original installation, we'll get a work order in to remove most of the section above that crawl area and the scientists will get their needed AC. The man on the other send of the transmission was walking in a well lit hallway, possibly heading back to the well. Phil, I'll call you back and leave a message when I win... then we can save money, keep this place going and not have one the Conway Heirs breathing down our necks... Steven would reply. But they both knew in recent days various members of the upper echelon had vanished. Perhaps working on some hush-hush project or something of that sort. Yeah, when you do... check the new work orders... guess who's being favored by Lab-C ? Phil's voice held a hint of jealousy. Just helping on various projects, they dream it with their brains... we build it with our hands and machines... Steven would smirk as Phil came to roll his eyes towards the camera. Anyways I'm going to log out and get a shower... call me wh- Steven would laugh loud enough to cause Phil to stop in the middle of the walk way heading back towards the elevators. I win... Once I'm out of this area I got the same notion... relax with a shower and some sleep. Steven and Phil would exchange good-byes before Phil turned off his device entirely and shook his head at his co-worker. With a few screws and new panel in place to secure the bundle, not to mention insulation at the ends to keep it from shorting out again... Steven would lay there smiling for a few minutes. Then piece by piece the rest of the crawl space's parts went back into place. Pipe lines he had to re-route and take away in order to reach the short, hose lines with hydraulic-oil being fed into one lab or another. Not to mention the copper freon lines. A few more minutes later, everything he had re-routed in that section would be righted and turned on. Instantly the H-vac system would come to hum softly while power for lights, water and everything else came to run perfectly. Once everything was put away, Steven would start to slide out with the lights in his tool back and a free hand helping navigate towards the way he came in. Clanking now and then happened to be his side-arm. Apparently the company had problems from time to time with corporate espionage and intruders. Less now since more security came to work in the Well, even less of a notice since they where developing weapons. It was like a security blanket, not entirely needed but comfortable to have. Not to mention it was a pistol he had grown rather attached to an rarely was seen without it on his being. Once out of the crawl space and hatch secured over the slowly dimming lights, Steven came to let a long lingering yawn out. Shaking his head lightly while stretching his eyes with a few blinks, the the male would check at his data-pad again to look at the time. He'd grown knowing he was nearing his twenty-two hour mark of being on the job. A few minutes came to pass as he'd traverse the inner veins and bone-structure of the company's sky-scrapper. Moving around between sections that where designed to move and go subterranean in the event of some cataclysmic event. It all seemed a little bit of over-kill in his book. Things had been rather peaceful in public events and they happened to be in a less that important portion of the country. If a nuke was dedicated to the sky scrapper alone, the human race could possibly live on from the massive size of the sections that would be moved underground. Steven would come to pause as he'd close the access door he came out of to over look the main garden and arboretum planted in the center of well. That section in it of itself seemed rather appealing at the moment. But a promise to stop by one of the research labs from late last night came to mind. One of the prototypes Hydraulic lines happened to be having problems binding up and not releasing. Minutes would pass as Steven would casually pull an ear-bud from the data-pad he had and place it in his ear. Whistling now and then when alone to song catch song with a good beat or another while bouncing from one security check point to another. Finally getting off one elevator on the needed floor, Mr. Gosser's ear-bud would be put away as he'd look at the beauty of a massive machine. Designed to mimic a human while being a titan of it's own self worth, the massive metal machine towered over any simple minded tank. Not to mention would be able to pick up and throw any armored vehicle on the market. Sorry I'm late, had to get a section's H-vac working again... Steven would casually announce himself while a few lab coat wearing people mingled about moving and almost like zombies focused upon their own work. Pausing to look back to the machine he'd shrug before following the work order's instructions and location of needed repairs. You there, what are you doing to my machine? Steven would be yelled at by one particular white coat with 'Conway' in the name tag section of the scientist's jacket. Well sir, I have a work order to find the hydraulic problem and fix it in this section's project... my credentials are in order... trying to throw in a side jab at being questioned in loyalty to the company. This particular heir seemed blonde and a little pale from lack of exposure to light. Standing about 5'11 with hands on his hips, glaring down at the larger man half in and half out of the giant mech's foot. Here's my data-pad and all of my courses and NDA's...sir... throwing the last part in while handing the pad to this particular Male Conway. The noise of irritation came as he'd scroll threw all the NDA's for Conway he had as well as various special clearance. Alright...fine... but don't re-arrange anything in there... I want it all back to the way it was afterword. Stomping off before continuing to argue with other of his scientists, that particular rich man would leave 'Gos' to his work. A few minutes would pass before a familiar voice came to his ear. Well thanks for finally coming to adjust the damn dance shoes... A female's voice would come from outside of the panel he happened to be inside wrestling with a few lines. Capping them quickly before poking his head out a subtle glare came from Steven. Damn it Rose, should have given a heads up in the report that one of the Conways was going to be here... I have horrible luck when around those guys... The young lady in a similar jumpsuit would laugh nervously. Well thanks anyways... I was able to give them everything else they wanted but those lines where to much of a hassle. Rose would come to comment. No worries... tell Lindsey 'Hi'... Finding himself a little bit at a lost for words. Rose and Lindsey happened to have a relationship while Steven found himself attracted to both. Trying to be more of a friend then end up in a bad situation with his foot in his mouth. Sure thing... clock out after this... Al's been trying to find an excuse to put you on a vacation for a few days now... Rose would warn before heading off to her next work-order. They'd give a wave while Steve came to steal a glance at Rose's backside. Slowly slipping back into the the tech and mess, the technician would come to sort out how everything moved and worked while finding a new path for each line. Having to step out from the feet to gather up more hose, the tech came back inside and not only routed every thing and checked it... but even went over the specs of each part near the lines to make sure they'd work within their ranges. Finally done and everything back together, he'd give a numbs up and a smile to one particularly random scientist at his station. A dull look of recognition would come followed by a dry smirk. Once done and signed off, the massive machine came to life and not a drop of fluid would leave from it's feet. With testing underway, Steven would turn to leave back towards the Well. Once more listening to music and simply going along, Mr. Gosser would finally get back to his apartment just before noon. With a quick shower and something to eat, the broad shouldered male came to pass out rather quickly in his bed. Exhausted and knowing he wouldn't be needed for another day an half. ----------------------------------------------------- Al, the supervisor mentioned by Rose and Steven would be looking over daily logs before nearly spitting out a mouthful of coffee from looking at the long list of accomplishments once more done by Steven. He's normally able to do one or two heavy tasks by himself... but today he went off the deep end and did almost every work order... Grinding his teeth, Al would lean back in his chair wondering how long Steven would keep at this random pace. ... Alright... I'll wait until an opportunity comes up to put him on a vacation... get all the other techs working around the clock then... smirking with a hint of evil, Al would start devising a plan on how to make himself look better while promoting Steven's accomplishments.