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REALITY1: Proof of Concept - Log 2
Kitty, Kane and Molly take their theories to Clint, and encounter a few obstacles.
It had been years since Kane had been in the old chapel. He knew that Barton had been setting it up for a new initiative years before, but he wasn't involved. As they headed down the stairs, he could already see the cracks in the old foundation and the repair work that had been done. It wasn't a convenient place for a wormhole.
But this is what they had to deal with. He was carrying a case of materials from the interfaces they had prepared for the quantum incident with the Danger Room years before, and Kitty brought a laptop with a direct connection to the DR virtual intelligence.
"Barton, you got a minute?"
Raising his head from where he'd been studying various readings taken before, during, and after April's appearance in their dimension, Clint arched an eyebrow at the two people coming down the stairs. "Sure. I'm just going over data I've already gone over a few thousand times." He offered them a rueful smile. "What can I do for you guys?"
"We- uh, had some ideas." He set down his materials and paused as the door overhead opened and Molly came down to join them.
Molly nodded to Clint, folding her arms. They hadn't really talked much since the interaction on the journals so it was a little....
awk-ward. (adj,) 1. causing difficulty; hard to do or deal with. 2. causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience.
"Wait---Did you tell him the thing yet?" Molly said. With the look on everyone's face when she came in it was hard to tell.
"Uhhhh, what thing?" Kitty glanced over at Kane, pointedly not looking at Clint as she sat down on one of the pews, balancing her laptop on her knee. She opened it and began to boot it up before realizing that it was rude not to say something else. Like hi. She gave Clint a little wave and a sheepish grin, closing the laptop.
"The thing. The gauntlets and the- OK, let's start over. So, I think you were on one of your solo missions at the time, but a few years ago during an upgrade attempt by Sue, Reed and Hank, we managed to turn the Danger Room into an alternate universe generator and trap most of the mansion in it right before Christmas. So, you know, jingle bells and all that. In order to get them out, they developed a search program tied to a gauntlet - kind of wearable computer, that when we went into the DR and found our people, the computer could track and then pull us out of the other dimension and shut it down." Kane said.
He held up one of the hastily constructed gloves. "Now, Kitty told me your what- Rosencrantz-Epstein bridge or whatever pushes out tons of data, right, and that you're seeing fractures but can't really track them. During the invasion by the nanites last year, we took the limits off prototype Danger Room Virtual Intelligence Version 7.6462. Kitty and Molly think that if we can get Viv interfaced with the monitoring equipment you've got, it might have enough computational power to actually monitor things in real time, and by isolating fractures, allow us to potentially interact with them. I think that's right. They had to explain it several times."
Weird vibes and word vomit. Clint nodded along slowly, sort of chin-bobbing his way through Kane's explanation. "Einstein Rosen Bridge," was his only real comment while he mulled over the rest of what the other man'd said. "So you wanna hook your doodad into my what'sits so we can map out wormholes, then maybe do some fun wormhole playtime," was his basic summary.
"Would people stop asking me to explain the science?" Kane said, exasperated.
"But you did totally great. 10 out of 10 for science explaining," Molly said helpfully, giving Mr. Kane a grin and a double thumbs up.
She then nodded to Clint. "Anyway yeah. What he said. We can use Viv like a Star Trek transporter but for like...alternate dimensions. Explore strange different worlds and stuff. And try not to die in new creative, exciting ways."
Kitty still had her reservations about Viv - it was unexplored territory, as far as she was concerned, and who knew when the transporter might decide to send them straight into a sun or teleport them into one another? What would it mean to have access to other dimensions? But a tiny part of her craved to jump into other worlds - to places where the person she wanted to be once was someone that she'd become. Curiosity would kill her in the end, so she smiled, instead of remaining silent.
"So, how about it? We all on board?" she asked.
"Hold your horses," Clint said, shaking his head a little. "Theoretically I'm on board. I'm gonna need to check all your data and make sure the various pieces of hardware and software are compatible before we go smooshing equipment together, let alone attempting to shove people through wormholes."
Molly squinted. "Hold our--" she said, her mouth dropping open.
"Just 'cause you park a cot down here and sleep next to something doesn't make you the Mayor of Wormholeville. You of all people should know I know how to science," she said, more than a little insulted. It wasn't that he needed to check their data, it was how he said it. Because to her, it felt like he just implied she was stupid and didn't know what she was doing without always having Dr. Hawkeye around to bail her out.
"And so does Kitty. Did you think we weren't gonna test things first to see if they work together? That's why we came to see if you wanted in since you've been more obsessed with this than using soap or toothpaste," she said, folding her arms.
"But maybe I don't wanna science with you anymore if you're gonna be a jerk about it."
"Hey, hey... everyone relax. I asked for people to help. This wormhole thing seems important. More than anyone one of us important so maybe we need to work together?" Kane said, trying to placate things.
"I don't think it's going to hurt anything if Clint checks it all out a second time." It would actually probably be a fifth or sixth time at this point, but whatever. Kitty didn't want any more tension on this mission than she was already feeling. "This isn't anything I've ever dealt with before, so more eyes on the data is probably best at this point." She glanced over at Kane, then at Molly and Clint.
Molly let out a deep breath. "Fine," she said, (gently) shoving the box of equipment over to Clint before folding her arms. She didn't want to break it just cause she was unhappy.
Eyes narrowed, Clint ignored Kitty and Kane for a moment, speaking directly to Molly as he said, "I don't doubt your intelligence or your abilities and if this was some kind of Asgardian-related tech -- for real, not just because we know it's similar to the Bifrost -- there's literally no one besides Thor I'd trust with it more than you. But you've been down here once, Hayes, and that was begrudgingly at the beginning of this whole thing. This setup has changed since you were down here and I know you wouldn't actually just shove cords into outlets, I'd like to make sure this system I've basically built from the ground up actually works with the DR's more advanced hardware."
Turning back to Kitty and Kane, Clint said, "Thanks for the peacekeeping. Can I check the hardware for compatibility now, or do you guys need to grab the equipment? I can at least test whether the software can interface with what I've got here. If it doesn't, we can always bribe Doug into writing a program to allow it."
Kane shrugged. "I'm not much use outside of the 'hewer of wood, drawer of water' brute force, but if you need an extra set of superstrong hands, I'm available."
Picking up the basket of tech, Molly brought it over and set it on a table. "It's all here," she said. She wasn't going to say anything else because if she did it wouldn't go well. Especially when she had a lot of say about what he said.
Expression neutral, Clint nodded an approximation of thanks toward all three of them before pulling the equipment toward him so he could get started.
It had been years since Kane had been in the old chapel. He knew that Barton had been setting it up for a new initiative years before, but he wasn't involved. As they headed down the stairs, he could already see the cracks in the old foundation and the repair work that had been done. It wasn't a convenient place for a wormhole.
But this is what they had to deal with. He was carrying a case of materials from the interfaces they had prepared for the quantum incident with the Danger Room years before, and Kitty brought a laptop with a direct connection to the DR virtual intelligence.
"Barton, you got a minute?"
Raising his head from where he'd been studying various readings taken before, during, and after April's appearance in their dimension, Clint arched an eyebrow at the two people coming down the stairs. "Sure. I'm just going over data I've already gone over a few thousand times." He offered them a rueful smile. "What can I do for you guys?"
"We- uh, had some ideas." He set down his materials and paused as the door overhead opened and Molly came down to join them.
Molly nodded to Clint, folding her arms. They hadn't really talked much since the interaction on the journals so it was a little....
awk-ward. (adj,) 1. causing difficulty; hard to do or deal with. 2. causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience.
"Wait---Did you tell him the thing yet?" Molly said. With the look on everyone's face when she came in it was hard to tell.
"Uhhhh, what thing?" Kitty glanced over at Kane, pointedly not looking at Clint as she sat down on one of the pews, balancing her laptop on her knee. She opened it and began to boot it up before realizing that it was rude not to say something else. Like hi. She gave Clint a little wave and a sheepish grin, closing the laptop.
"The thing. The gauntlets and the- OK, let's start over. So, I think you were on one of your solo missions at the time, but a few years ago during an upgrade attempt by Sue, Reed and Hank, we managed to turn the Danger Room into an alternate universe generator and trap most of the mansion in it right before Christmas. So, you know, jingle bells and all that. In order to get them out, they developed a search program tied to a gauntlet - kind of wearable computer, that when we went into the DR and found our people, the computer could track and then pull us out of the other dimension and shut it down." Kane said.
He held up one of the hastily constructed gloves. "Now, Kitty told me your what- Rosencrantz-Epstein bridge or whatever pushes out tons of data, right, and that you're seeing fractures but can't really track them. During the invasion by the nanites last year, we took the limits off prototype Danger Room Virtual Intelligence Version 7.6462. Kitty and Molly think that if we can get Viv interfaced with the monitoring equipment you've got, it might have enough computational power to actually monitor things in real time, and by isolating fractures, allow us to potentially interact with them. I think that's right. They had to explain it several times."
Weird vibes and word vomit. Clint nodded along slowly, sort of chin-bobbing his way through Kane's explanation. "Einstein Rosen Bridge," was his only real comment while he mulled over the rest of what the other man'd said. "So you wanna hook your doodad into my what'sits so we can map out wormholes, then maybe do some fun wormhole playtime," was his basic summary.
"Would people stop asking me to explain the science?" Kane said, exasperated.
"But you did totally great. 10 out of 10 for science explaining," Molly said helpfully, giving Mr. Kane a grin and a double thumbs up.
She then nodded to Clint. "Anyway yeah. What he said. We can use Viv like a Star Trek transporter but for like...alternate dimensions. Explore strange different worlds and stuff. And try not to die in new creative, exciting ways."
Kitty still had her reservations about Viv - it was unexplored territory, as far as she was concerned, and who knew when the transporter might decide to send them straight into a sun or teleport them into one another? What would it mean to have access to other dimensions? But a tiny part of her craved to jump into other worlds - to places where the person she wanted to be once was someone that she'd become. Curiosity would kill her in the end, so she smiled, instead of remaining silent.
"So, how about it? We all on board?" she asked.
"Hold your horses," Clint said, shaking his head a little. "Theoretically I'm on board. I'm gonna need to check all your data and make sure the various pieces of hardware and software are compatible before we go smooshing equipment together, let alone attempting to shove people through wormholes."
Molly squinted. "Hold our--" she said, her mouth dropping open.
"Just 'cause you park a cot down here and sleep next to something doesn't make you the Mayor of Wormholeville. You of all people should know I know how to science," she said, more than a little insulted. It wasn't that he needed to check their data, it was how he said it. Because to her, it felt like he just implied she was stupid and didn't know what she was doing without always having Dr. Hawkeye around to bail her out.
"And so does Kitty. Did you think we weren't gonna test things first to see if they work together? That's why we came to see if you wanted in since you've been more obsessed with this than using soap or toothpaste," she said, folding her arms.
"But maybe I don't wanna science with you anymore if you're gonna be a jerk about it."
"Hey, hey... everyone relax. I asked for people to help. This wormhole thing seems important. More than anyone one of us important so maybe we need to work together?" Kane said, trying to placate things.
"I don't think it's going to hurt anything if Clint checks it all out a second time." It would actually probably be a fifth or sixth time at this point, but whatever. Kitty didn't want any more tension on this mission than she was already feeling. "This isn't anything I've ever dealt with before, so more eyes on the data is probably best at this point." She glanced over at Kane, then at Molly and Clint.
Molly let out a deep breath. "Fine," she said, (gently) shoving the box of equipment over to Clint before folding her arms. She didn't want to break it just cause she was unhappy.
Eyes narrowed, Clint ignored Kitty and Kane for a moment, speaking directly to Molly as he said, "I don't doubt your intelligence or your abilities and if this was some kind of Asgardian-related tech -- for real, not just because we know it's similar to the Bifrost -- there's literally no one besides Thor I'd trust with it more than you. But you've been down here once, Hayes, and that was begrudgingly at the beginning of this whole thing. This setup has changed since you were down here and I know you wouldn't actually just shove cords into outlets, I'd like to make sure this system I've basically built from the ground up actually works with the DR's more advanced hardware."
Turning back to Kitty and Kane, Clint said, "Thanks for the peacekeeping. Can I check the hardware for compatibility now, or do you guys need to grab the equipment? I can at least test whether the software can interface with what I've got here. If it doesn't, we can always bribe Doug into writing a program to allow it."
Kane shrugged. "I'm not much use outside of the 'hewer of wood, drawer of water' brute force, but if you need an extra set of superstrong hands, I'm available."
Picking up the basket of tech, Molly brought it over and set it on a table. "It's all here," she said. She wasn't going to say anything else because if she did it wouldn't go well. Especially when she had a lot of say about what he said.
Expression neutral, Clint nodded an approximation of thanks toward all three of them before pulling the equipment toward him so he could get started.