Memos from Perihelion Palms

The small creature presses itself against the glass further, tiny fangs wiggling as it chirps and squeals excitedly as T'yel approaches. "A What? Hold on...lemme look that up." he responds as his optics pulse for a brief second, before he adds "Y'know, I don't think I know of any comb jellies that float in the air." Optics lock on the scene at hand. "Ambitious little guy. Does that to everything except me. As for the name? I call him Button cause I learned pretty quickly that you should not press him. It's....a pun, based on the idiom "do not press my buttons." I found it fitting, since it's probably not a good idea to physically touch him or irritate him." The machine grins a little too precisely, as if pleased with himself.

He recites off the top of his head like he's reading from a technical manual...Because he is. "Low Latency direct data transfer." he begins "For operations in which milliseconds matter, like diagnostics, microcalibrations, you know, technical stuff." he shrugs "Granted I've been able to run most of that stuff myself but hey, hardware's hardware."

"Well, if you've got the cables already, I should be able to bash something together. Probably not as elegant a solution as other octos could come up with, though." Shell, Marina could probably do it instantly. She was a master in both music and tech. Acht really only had the one... but they knew a little bit of tech from their school days, despite their best efforts not to learn anything.

It's not clear exactly where Sol retrieved it from, but nevertheless within an instant, a fiber wrapped cable was present in his hand, each end terminating into identical, yet esoteric looking plugs. "Works both ways, either end could be used as the interface." he smiles assuringly. "Elegance? Who cares if it's elegant. That's like, third iteration stuff at least."

The small creature presses itself against the glass further, tiny fangs wiggling as it chirps and squeals excitedly as T'yel approaches. "A What? Hold on...lemme look that up." he responds as his optics pulse for a brief second, before he adds "Y'know, I don't think I know of any comb jellies that float in the air." Optics lock on the scene at hand. "Ambitious little guy. Does that to everything except me. As for the name? I call him Button cause I learned pretty quickly that you should not press him. It's....a pun, based on the idiom "do not press my buttons." I found it fitting, since it's probably not a good idea to physically touch him or irritate him." The machine grins a little too precisely, as if pleased with himself.

The machine moves his fingertips in a strange pattern across where the jugular would be on a human. With a click, a panel slides back revealing the hardware beneath, including what look like several ports for direct connection. None of them seemed like they'd be compatible natively with modern musical hardware. "We....might need to come up with an adapter." he states, like it wasn't weird that he just opened his neck up to try and plug a synth into.

Acht moved closer to get a better look at what ports there were, thankful their boots gave them a little extra height (though they still had to look up). None of the shapes looked like any tech they had back home. "Hm. Yeah, I don't have a cable that looks like that." They considered the challenge for a moment. They were an Octarian, they should be able to handle tech issues. "What are those ports normally for?"

He recites off the top of his head like he's reading from a technical manual...Because he is. "Low Latency direct data transfer." he begins "For operations in which milliseconds matter, like diagnostics, microcalibrations, you know, technical stuff." he shrugs "Granted I've been able to run most of that stuff myself but hey, hardware's hardware."

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...Just be glad I can't find the latest version of Holomatch to stick in the Palms.

Sol rubs his chin in emulation of how he's seen organic life do it when they signal thoughtfulness, mostly for Acht's benefit. "I could probably figure something out. My vox synthesis isn't exactly directly connected to my higher processing functions, so we may just be able to get into it on a hardware level. There might be the possibility of distortion if we both try to access that hardware simultaneously, but who knows? that could sound very cool." He feels along his neck for the right panel, pressing upon it slightly, but hesitantly, as if waiting for permission. "You cool with that?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question? It's your body we're modding." Acht tilted their head at him. "Also, we'll need some sort of interface. I can't exactly send you code directly." They held up their hands in demonstration, cold and dead, but still organic in nature. "Maybe pre-write the lyrics, then play the notes live? I could probably connect my keyboard to do that part."

The machine moves his fingertips in a strange pattern across where the jugular would be on a human. With a click, a panel slides back revealing the hardware beneath, including what look like several ports for direct connection. None of them seemed like they'd be compatible natively with modern musical hardware. "We....might need to come up with an adapter." he states, like it wasn't weird that he just opened his neck up to try and plug a synth into.

There is a slight twitch of his index finger as he processes the possibilities. His optics display a loading throbber for approximately 3 seconds, before he's satisfied with the response. "You know, that is interesting, conceptually, now that I'm thinking about it. I'd be blurring the line between performer and instrument. Very avant garde. Consider me interested."

Even having suggested it, they were a little surprised how quickly he agreed to it. "Guess the question now is how to set up the interface. I mean, usually instruments are pretty straightforward, but I also don't have to worry about overriding my keyboard's free will or anything." As fascinated as they were by the artistic potential, they were also acutely aware that being played like an instrument was something that could go very wrong, very quickly. They knew from experience.

Sol rubs his chin in emulation of how he's seen organic life do it when they signal thoughtfulness, mostly for Acht's benefit. "I could probably figure something out. My vox synthesis isn't exactly directly connected to my higher processing functions, so we may just be able to get into it on a hardware level. There might be the possibility of distortion if we both try to access that hardware simultaneously, but who knows? that could sound very cool." He feels along his neck for the right panel, pressing upon it slightly, but hesitantly, as if waiting for permission. "You cool with that?"