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the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos thought. “Well, say you had a network. And you had
devices attached to that network. Um… completely hypothetical, but what if
Charlie was attached? You could theoretically use the improved terminal to manage
his work and his protocols. I’m not saying hook him up, because I don’t think
he’d appreciate that, but you could.” Another idea suddenly hit Carlos. “You could
also wire it up to turrets, lights, and alarms. For security’s sake.”

“A network?” He squinted, trying to figure out exactly what that meant. “Turrets….. that’s somethin’ there. Is that something you’d be able to do? I wouldn’t mind increasing security here, it helps a hell of a lot to have something like that running when super mutants turn up and try to bust the gates down.”

“A network,” Carlos said, nodding to him. “Like, all of it
being attached with wires. Or without wires – it depends on if everything has
signal receivers.” He smiled at Hancock. “Yeah… if you managed to get and build
all that machinery and got some wire, I could hook it all up no problem. It’d be easy to program them from the terminal instead of just putting it together and hoping it doesn’t shoot you.”

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“God, I need a bath,” Carlos murmured aloud. He’d just
caught a whiff of himself and yeah – he wasn’t comfortable with what he was smelling.
He sighed deeply and mentally put it on his to-do list for the day.

“Is that so?” The ghoul responded from across the room, looking up from the book he’d been reading to give Carlos a curious look. “Well, if you’d like a little help with that, I’m more than willing to lend a hand~”

Carlos stiffened. He shut his eyes, cursing himself mentally
before looking over at Hancock with an apologetic smile. “Sorry for the TMI… I
guess I shouldn’t have said that out loud.” He sighed. “Are we okay on water
for me to take one tonight?” He ignored Hancock’s flirting for the moment –
Hancock was always flirting with him. Not that that was a bad thing however…

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos got a little flushed at that. He smiles sheepishly,
dropping his gaze. “C’mon… I’m not really ‘handsome’. I’m thirty and I’m already
greying, see?” He laughed nervously, smiling at Hancock.

“Are you serious, mate? I happen to think it makes you look distinguished, for one thing.” He smiled over at him. “There’s nothin’ wrong with a little grey hair, and if you have a problem with it, there’s always dye or magic to cover that right up. Regardless of hair color though, you are an attractive man and I don’t wanna hear you sayin’ otherwise. No putting yourself down, my friend.”

Carlos laughed softly. “You know, I don’t hear that sort of
thing very often,” he said. “Mikey teases me about the grey all the time, but
not meanly. I just haven’t really thought of it as making me ‘distinguished’.”

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos grinned. “Well, for starters it’ll run a lot faster,”
he said. “The terminals out here are achingly slow just from the wear and tear
on their hardware. Going in and making sure everything’s connected will do
wonders on it. And with better hardware, you’ll be able to save more onto it
without gumming up the processing. And, if you had additional hardware, you
could use it to manage multiple machines at once.”

“Wait, what?” His expression was somewhere between amazed and confused as he stared at Carlos, trying to process that. “What does that mean? Managing multiple at once? Like…. that terminal could run others? Or….. how would that work, exactly?”

Carlos thought. “Well, say you had a network. And you had
devices attached to that network. Um… completely hypothetical, but what if
Charlie was attached? You could theoretically use the improved terminal to manage
his work and his protocols. I’m not saying hook him up, because I don’t think
he’d appreciate that, but you could.” Another idea suddenly hit Carlos. “You could
also wire it up to turrets, lights, and alarms. For security’s sake.”

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the-perfect-scientist :

“You’ll be right here to remind me, if I forget,” Carlos
said with a smile. “But it’s up to you – I don’t mean to push. It was just a
suggestion.”

“Good point. Guess there ain’t any reason not to let ya drive, heh.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll hand over the wheel at some point, we’ll see, I s’pose. I don’t mind it so much when I got good company, anyway, long as I have someone to chat with, I’m just fine. ‘Specially when that someone’s as handsome as you are.”

Carlos got a little flushed at that. He smiles sheepishly,
dropping his gaze. “C’mon… I’m not really ‘handsome’. I’m thirty and I’m already
greying, see?” He laughed nervously, smiling at Hancock.

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the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos turned to Hancock again and he smiled, nodding
eagerly as he took the rag. “This will work great,” he said. “This is fantastic
– that terminal is going to be working almost as good as it did coming off the
assembly line!” Carlos was excited. Time to do something useful!

“Wait, seriously? You can actually do that?” His brows raised, a surprised look on his face as he considered that. He’d never used a brand new terminal before, only the ones that had been affected by two hundred years of nuclear fallout that ran slow as hell, but that was how they were supposed to run…. right? “What uh…. what exactly is that gonna be like? Will it be able to do more?”

Carlos grinned. “Well, for starters it’ll run a lot faster,”
he said. “The terminals out here are achingly slow just from the wear and tear
on their hardware. Going in and making sure everything’s connected will do
wonders on it. And with better hardware, you’ll be able to save more onto it
without gumming up the processing. And, if you had additional hardware, you
could use it to manage multiple machines at once.”

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“God, I need a bath,” Carlos murmured aloud. He’d just
caught a whiff of himself and yeah – he wasn’t comfortable with what he was smelling.
He sighed deeply and mentally put it on his to-do list for the day.

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Carlos looked over at Hancock and got excited. “Ooh!” he exclaimed, with a touch of feminine-sounding excitement in his voice, and he walked over to take the bottle. “Is it really…?” He opened it and
gave it a sniff. “Oh my god, yes!
Yes, thank you so much, Hancock! This’ll do great! Now I just need a clean
cloth and we’ll be set to start!”

A light laugh escaped the ghoul at Carlos’ reaction, a wide grin on his face. He went into a drawer then for a cloth, pulling out a rag that was about as clean as anything could be in that environment and handing it to the other man. “Will this work?”

Carlos turned to Hancock again and he smiled, nodding
eagerly as he took the rag. “This will work great,” he said. “This is fantastic
– that terminal is going to be working almost as good as it did coming off the
assembly line!” Carlos was excited. Time to do something useful!

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the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos rolled his eyes slightly and looked at Hancock with a
smile. “It won’t be tough to figure out,” he said. “And I’m completely awake,
so it isn’t like I’ll ‘forget’ where I am because of fatigue or something. Also,
I live in Oregon. There are backroads everywhere that aren’t even paved. I
think I can handle it.” He sighed. “Though, if you’re worried about your car, I
guess you can try me out on an easy road first.” Carlos wasn’t really offended –
he knew that plenty of Americans were bad drivers, so there was definitely a
stigma.

“I’m not worried about the car, but this is the easy road.” He chuckled softly, turning on his blinker as he took the next exit and got off onto another somewhat wide road–– at least by his country’s standards. “I wasn’t tryin’ to offend ya or anything, but I’ve seen it plenty’a times where folks from countries that drive on the other side’a the road end up on the wrong side after takin’ a turn or something. Seems easy, but it ain’t hard to forget, y’know?”

“You’ll be right here to remind me, if I forget,” Carlos
said with a smile. “But it’s up to you – I don’t mean to push. It was just a
suggestion.”

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“I’m sure it’ll fly by for you too,” Carlos said with a
smile. “That is, if we talk the whole way. Heh! Hey, I’m willing to drive a bit too, if you
get too tired.”

“Really? You sure ya wanna try driving?” A surprised look crossed Hancock’s face at that, he’d warned Carlos about the roads where they were going, but apparently he wasn’t concerned with it–– not yet, anyway. Maybe he’d let him try, at the very least, he might get a good laugh out of it. “Don’t you folks drive on the other side’a the road in America? Hell, ya drive on the other side of the car, heh. Sure you’re up for that? It can be a little freaky.”

Carlos rolled his eyes slightly and looked at Hancock with a
smile. “It won’t be tough to figure out,” he said. “And I’m completely awake,
so it isn’t like I’ll ‘forget’ where I am because of fatigue or something. Also,
I live in Oregon. There are backroads everywhere that aren’t even paved. I
think I can handle it.” He sighed. “Though, if you’re worried about your car, I
guess you can try me out on an easy road first.” Carlos wasn’t really offended –
he knew that plenty of Americans were bad drivers, so there was definitely a
stigma.