Post by Alpha Nebula on Sept 16, 2018 19:48:59 GMT -5
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Sitting back in the ergonomic chair Felaern watched as the information he had requested from the holo-terminal spread up into the air, hundreds upon hundreds of three dimensional models, lines of text, and pictures filling the entire room. His eyes scanning from one piece of information to the next, his fingers gently striking the keyboard at his disposal with a manic pace. The information floating through the air changed every few key strokes, a single picture swapped out for something else, or a certain point of a line of text highlighted and parsed into a fresh set of searches, even more information materializing in the air. The shear amount of information that was being thrown around the room was mind-boggling. No normal human could digest this much information at once, but Felaern had been at this rapid pace for nigh on seven days straight!
It had been a stroke of luck that Felaern had managed to find this library at all, for wandering through the cities of the Earthlings was a confusing ordeal at best for the Konatsian Guardian. There was so much going on in a human city at once, all the time. Not to mention the fact that everyone seemed so busy; they never seemed to have time to interact with a curious foreigner no matter how well dressed they were. Even those who did speak with Felaern were easily aggravated by his way of speaking, most just trying to direct him to an information booth or just in a direction so they wouldn't have to deal with him. The information booths, the few that actually worked, were almost as useless because of the differences in vernacular. Felaern didn't know words that were so common among Earthlings, so trying to ask for a center of learning had him directed towards schools and colleges instead of something like a library. It was daunting, but eventually he had found someone who was a LARPer, someone who apparently had an interest in the culture and speech pattern typical of Konats, and they were able to communicate effectively enough to direct Felaern to this library, and was even nice enough to help Felaern learn the basic operation of the terminals. After which had begun a flurry of learning that had yet to subside.
In fact Felaern had been at the same terminal for such a long time that the system had tried to lock him out for "his health and safety" numerous times, but a simple logout and log back in using someone else's information taken right off of their hands (since the library used fingerprints for identification and Felaern had no problem changing the formation of his hands to match that of someone else.) had solved that issue so far, although there was surely going to be a number of people utterly confused at their search history at some point in the future.
Outside of the room was a small group of library employees and college students who were there for the same reason, to observe Felaern as he continued his searches, but with very different moods on it. The employees were unsure of how to act; obviously Felaern was abusing the system somehow to remain in there for that long, and the logs had reported the logins and outs of a dozen people at the terminal that Felaern had been at the entire time...it's just those logins existed merely to ensure some potential scholar didn't kill themselves endlessly researching a single topic. It was all public property; there was no law specifically stating one couldn't use another's account if they had access to it. So the poor library employees could only grumble and consider asking for Felaern to be removed on some trumped up charge.
The college students were just there to marvel at what Felaern was doing, some of the more tech-minded students even hacking into the system surreptitiously to watch the search logs go by, then whispering among themselves.
"Damn, the man's a machine. Look at that, there's another sixteen searches. Are we sure he isn't an Android?"
"No way. If he was an android why not just direct interface? Besides the way he's searching stuff is too chaotic for an Android."
"Maybe he's faulty or something then? Either way he's intense. He hasn't moved from that chair the entire time..."
Their conversation would continue, just as Felaern's searches would, and anyone entering into the library's massive foyer would easily be able to overhear the excited students and the nervous exployees...perhaps leading them to also become curious?
Sitting back in the ergonomic chair Felaern watched as the information he had requested from the holo-terminal spread up into the air, hundreds upon hundreds of three dimensional models, lines of text, and pictures filling the entire room. His eyes scanning from one piece of information to the next, his fingers gently striking the keyboard at his disposal with a manic pace. The information floating through the air changed every few key strokes, a single picture swapped out for something else, or a certain point of a line of text highlighted and parsed into a fresh set of searches, even more information materializing in the air. The shear amount of information that was being thrown around the room was mind-boggling. No normal human could digest this much information at once, but Felaern had been at this rapid pace for nigh on seven days straight!
It had been a stroke of luck that Felaern had managed to find this library at all, for wandering through the cities of the Earthlings was a confusing ordeal at best for the Konatsian Guardian. There was so much going on in a human city at once, all the time. Not to mention the fact that everyone seemed so busy; they never seemed to have time to interact with a curious foreigner no matter how well dressed they were. Even those who did speak with Felaern were easily aggravated by his way of speaking, most just trying to direct him to an information booth or just in a direction so they wouldn't have to deal with him. The information booths, the few that actually worked, were almost as useless because of the differences in vernacular. Felaern didn't know words that were so common among Earthlings, so trying to ask for a center of learning had him directed towards schools and colleges instead of something like a library. It was daunting, but eventually he had found someone who was a LARPer, someone who apparently had an interest in the culture and speech pattern typical of Konats, and they were able to communicate effectively enough to direct Felaern to this library, and was even nice enough to help Felaern learn the basic operation of the terminals. After which had begun a flurry of learning that had yet to subside.
In fact Felaern had been at the same terminal for such a long time that the system had tried to lock him out for "his health and safety" numerous times, but a simple logout and log back in using someone else's information taken right off of their hands (since the library used fingerprints for identification and Felaern had no problem changing the formation of his hands to match that of someone else.) had solved that issue so far, although there was surely going to be a number of people utterly confused at their search history at some point in the future.
Outside of the room was a small group of library employees and college students who were there for the same reason, to observe Felaern as he continued his searches, but with very different moods on it. The employees were unsure of how to act; obviously Felaern was abusing the system somehow to remain in there for that long, and the logs had reported the logins and outs of a dozen people at the terminal that Felaern had been at the entire time...it's just those logins existed merely to ensure some potential scholar didn't kill themselves endlessly researching a single topic. It was all public property; there was no law specifically stating one couldn't use another's account if they had access to it. So the poor library employees could only grumble and consider asking for Felaern to be removed on some trumped up charge.
The college students were just there to marvel at what Felaern was doing, some of the more tech-minded students even hacking into the system surreptitiously to watch the search logs go by, then whispering among themselves.
"Damn, the man's a machine. Look at that, there's another sixteen searches. Are we sure he isn't an Android?"
"No way. If he was an android why not just direct interface? Besides the way he's searching stuff is too chaotic for an Android."
"Maybe he's faulty or something then? Either way he's intense. He hasn't moved from that chair the entire time..."
Their conversation would continue, just as Felaern's searches would, and anyone entering into the library's massive foyer would easily be able to overhear the excited students and the nervous exployees...perhaps leading them to also become curious?
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