| From: | acgetchell@*******.edu (Adam Getchell) |
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| Subject: | I reckon that'd be fine ... |
| Date: | Tue, 19 Mar 1996 01:32:33 -0800 (PST) |
You asked what that line was from; well, I happened to be reading the
Rigger Black Book and I noticed a rule I hadn't seen before; that
riggers get to add the autopilot rating of the vehicle to their
control pool for tests etc. I mentioned this to Adam, sort of a general
"Doh I'm stupid I forgot to be doing this" and this is the response I
got back...
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From: Adam Getchell <acgetche@****.ucdavis.edu>
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Drinks. Warm fire. The heavy smell of hot metal redolent in the air.
Tigger sips on his glass and continues his tale.
At a particular point in the narrative, Cowboy's eyes flicker
briefly. Surprise, or some other emotion flaring briefly in those cold,
ice-blue eyes.
Gran'dad, the grizzled old mechanic hawks and spits.
"Wait a minute, boy. Back up thar jes' a bit."
Maniacal, gleaming exuberence shines from every pore on Tigger's
face as he begins to relish rehashing a particularly juicy tidbit, like
when Omenfour made the shot or when he ducked in under the trees and flew
_through_ the g*ddamn forest for hundreds of klicks.
"Y' mean, you've got this purfectly wurkin' military-grade
semi-AI autopilot while yur flyin' around by th' seat o' yur pants, an'
y' don' even turn the dogbrain ON?"
The grizzled grey head shakes in weary disbelief.
"Er... I thought autopilots were for regular-like folks only,
y'all types what can't dance a rig."
"Boy," says the old greybeard patiently, "them dog-brains are
good fer more than that. Like updating y'r status, or iffn you got too
many guns t' fire, it'll fire 'em for ya, t' like rattle the opposition.
Or like process the stuff what y'r avionics n' tellin' ya' 'bout the
ground and all."
Red-faced, southern drawl. "Oh. I reckon that'd be fine."
"Yeah, Boy."
Gran'dad shakes his head.
Cowboy smiles briefly, if not unkindly.
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|Adam Getchell|acgetche@****.engr.ucdavis.edu | ez000270@*******.ucdavis.edu |
| acgetchell |"Invincibility is in oneself, vulnerability is in the opponent"|
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So now "Oh, I reckon that'd be fine" is used whenever someone forgets to
use some resource that they should be using, like Adam forgetting his
bonus totem dice.
-E
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Adam Getchell
acgetchell@*******.edu
http://www.engr.ucdavis.edu/~acgetche/
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"Invincibility is in oneself, vulnerability in the opponent."
-- Sun Tzu
