Chapter 8. Fools Rush In
Fae noticed his hair was a definite shade of crimson.
“I think we might have to check you for chromosome damage.” She looked at him as he read the display. “The picture of you that shows that you have dark hair.”
“Nope, the color is as it is now. I have red hair. I hate the color, so I had it dyed black. I like a blue-black hair.”
“Why is it shaved off?”
“When I went under, they said to cut it. So I did, then I found they only meant shorter, not shaved.”
“Oh.” Fae laughed. “I can see that happening.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t like the color anymore. Maybe I will let it grow out in the normal color.”
“Could be nice looking.”
“Naw, I look like the Garnet Star with legs.”
Fae laughed out loud. The comments he made in his self-deprecation she saw in his moments where he tinkered at the display, running diagnostics.
“This is frustrating, there is no reason for some of the circuits to overheat. There is a voltage drop somewhere, the cooling system goes into low power mode. I can adjust it manually, but it resets to lower capacity in a few moments.” Archer the Tech pulled at his ear. “I need a bow, some arrows and a place with clearance of fifty of my paces long and half that wide.”
He looked at their escort, a male mini-bot of the name Beekan Luc.
“Can I make a bow out of any of the trees out there?”
The small bot had little to say to the large humans. Often just stood and watched with sapphire blue eyes, saying nothing. His position as the Captain of the Guard made him disdain his assignment. But no one was available to watch over the human pair.
“No. It’s forbidden to destroy the plant and animal life here. You can print anything you need – including any of your food.”
“I would like a corn-dog. But, I’m interested in a simple bow. A longbow or recurve bow with arrows.”
“What is a corndog? I know all the species of felis catus, canis lupus familiaris. But there is no corndog specie I have in my database.”
Both humans laughed.
“It’s a type of food.”
“That seems destructive to a life form.”
“It is.” Archer said. “It is very unhealthy to eat it. But some people have weaknesses for smoke or drink. I have desires for that kind of food.”
“With mustard!” Fae added.
“Oh yeah. Mustard, the brown kind.”
“No, it has to be yellow mustard.”
“I still don’t understand.” The bot looked back and forth.
“It is a hot dog on a stick, dipped in batter and deep-fried.”
“No, do you know what a hot-dog is?”
“One that stays in the light of day too long in summer.”
The humans laughed again.
“A cylinder of meat, ground and seasoned about the size of, well, your size from foot to head. And a stick poked in one end, dipped in a batter and dipped in a hot vegetable oil until it is hot in the center and crunchy on the outside.”
“Revolting.” Was the comment the Captain of the Guard made. “It sounds like a huge amount of lipids and excessive proteins that would denature into an unhealthy meal.”
“Leave it to a robot to take the fun out of a corn dog.” Archer grumbled.
After submitting a request for a bow, they picked it up with arrows on his specifications.
“Archer, I need to go back to the medical lab while you do your thing with the bow and arrows.”
Fae laughed as she walked away to work while this nerd kind of person suddenly takes on a hobby that seemed steeped in testosterone.
Less than an hour later, an alert sounded in the medical department and a macrobot rolled a gurney with bloodied visage of the computer hardware tech laying on it.
“Alert the neurosurgeon. They say he was on the ground for a few minutes before anyone found him.”
“Oh my.” Fae said, stepping clear while she followed the tones for alerts of cooling of the air circulation.
Later, she stopped in to see Archer, the goose-egg on his forehead was the size of her fist.
“Mmm…” Reluctant to tell her. “The bow hit me in the face.”
“What?” She shook her head trying to imagine the event. “How?”
“It slipped out of my hand when I was drawing it back to shoot. Then, well, I guess I let go with the wrong hand, and, well, it slapped me in the face.”
Fae started to laugh.
“Well, it’s a hundred-pound bow.”
“Is that a lot?”
“Yes, a lot.” He rubbed his forehead and winced. “I guess I am not in as good of shape as I thought. We still have lost some strength, I suppose.”
Fae shook her head, the thought of him being knocked out by his own bow was one she would have to keep in her logs.
Archer remained in the medical bay for another hour before the med-team imaged his head and found nothing.
This made her laugh even harder.
Handsome, pretty eyes, Irish and proud.
And a person that would need to be taken care of, or he would be in the hospital daily.
Or perhaps he would be a frequent flyer and she would see him often.
A walking disaster, she worried with an inward chuckle.
*Beaten half to death by his own bow and arrow.* She shook her head.*I hope he survives long enough to repair the systems tha are overheating.*
Still, the quirky named hardware tech was a good addition to the engineering team before all the other humans reanimated and walked around.
She would have to speak to Amsi about having Mr. Bowman in the close-knit team to take on the problems that cropped up in ancient circuits that had not seen power for three-hundred centuries, even if the nanobots did repairs over the years.
She smiled at the thought. *He is kind of dork, but he’s smart and funny. He can also help me find…*
She paused for a moment. *Oh god! I can’t remember my own boyfriend’s name!*
Laughing, Fae MacLir worked her way back to the medical center to assign the new reanimated humans to new departments.