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WHO: Bennett and Boyd
WHERE: Bennett's super secret lab at Rossum HQ!
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: I...don't think there will be any.
SUMMARY: Boyd needs a back-up of himself made and Bennett is just girl to do the job!
FORMAT: Quick-para

After getting the call from Boyd that he had time for that brain scan, Bennett hurried around her lab to get things ready as quickly as possible. It was kind of rather sad that she didn't have anything better to be doing on her Sunday than to be messing around with work things but that was life. It really didn't take her much time to get the needed things out, especially with Bingley's help.

When he came down, Boyd would find Bennett sitting at her computer, putting some final tweaks on that important imprint for Sierra. The pig was sitting contentedly in her lap, actually behaving himself.

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Boyd arrived promptly on time, letting himself in with his personal keycard. He briefly smiles at the image of Bennett with the pig on her lap before speaking up. "Is everything ready Ms. Halverson?"

"Mhmm," She nodded, "Just let me save this," She said, waving towards the imprint hologram that she had up and running. After the few seconds it took for that to save, Bennett nudged Bingley off her lap and stood.

"I'm ready when you are, Mr. Langton."

"Please proceed, Ms. Halverson," Boyd said as he took his jacket off and stretched a little to make himself relaxed before moving over to the chair and sitting down. "Sorry for having you come in on a Sunday, but it was the only time I had."

"Oh, no, its fine, really. Was planning on coming in anyway. Not like I have anything better to do today. Wanted to finish working on my new wedges. Showed them to Topher last week. He was impressed," To say the least. Bennett smiled and started hooking Boyd up to the chair. It probably took her just a little bit more time than it would have taken Topher to do it but Bennett was working with one less hand. The fact she could even stick someone with a needle one-handed was fairly impressive.

Boyd didn't mind the extra bit of time it took. It was impressive to see Bennett work. That her mind, and will were strong enough to not let such a disability hinder her much at all was remarkable. Still, he found it curious she had chosen to remain in her own body all this time. It would be easy enough for her to imprint onto a new one and regain full use of her limbs. Maybe it was something he should approach her about someday.

"Just be sure to take a day off occasionally, though I'm glad to hear Topher was impressed with your new wedges. I was actually going to ask when they would be ready for full scale production? I'd like to replace all our current ones as soon as possible.

Bennett was just far, far too stubborn to ever just give up her own body in favor of a fully functioning one. Besides that, Bennett liked her body. Despite her disability and how much she'd love to get her arm back, she was rather keen on keeping it. One of her many other projects happened to be a cyborg arm for herself. But that had effectively been put on pause the second Topher had admitted he thought she was beautiful, even with the dead arm.

"There's still a few bugs with the data compression but I expect I'll have them all ironed out within the week. It's...rather tricky to fit six terabytes worth of data into something so small. With most of the tests I've run they've worked perfectly but with a few Actives, some of the memories just didn't imprint," She explained as she kept working.

"I have no doubt you will, and is the issue one of simple data transfer to the Actives, or is the data not being stored properly? If it's just a transfer issue with the imprint than I see no reason to delay switching over as long as we won't lose the imprints."

If this new storage medium really did work out it would allow him to carry almost all of their imprints in a single briefcase. There was also the possibility of releasing it publicly to get a foothold in the electronics market.

"Its the data transfer. All the information is there, made sure of that. I'm fairly certain its an issue with how the chair is reading the data. Its been writing data on them just fine, though," She said, putting a blank old wedge into her chair and then a new small one too. Then she handed Boyd a squishy stress ball.

"I'm sure you're aware of the pain," She added, forcing a smile.

Boyd nodded and took the squishy ball and took a deep breathe to prepare himself. He'd been through the process many times now, but it never hurt any less. It was just pain though, and far preferable to the alternative. "Then I want you to start transferring our backups right away. No reason to delay it."

"Of course, sir. I'll get started on that as soon as I can," She said as she typed in the parameters for the back-up scan and then pressed enter. She actually turned away then, not wanting to watch. Usually, things like this didn't bother her one bit (she usually enjoyed seeing people and Actives in pain) but it was different when the one in pain was a friend. And though Boyd was her boss, she did consider him a friend too.

Boyd flinched and squeezed the ball tighter as the machine did it's work. It was still as excruciating as ever. Still, he was able to block out some of the pain. Not much, but enough for him to notice that she'd turned her back. He made note of it, and planned to ponder why later, when his mind wasn't being pick apart in detail.

She pretended to be doing something while the scan completed. Checking her computers, her comm for any messages from Topher (she had been a little obsessed lately, not that she'd ever admit it) and bent down to pat Bingley on the head and shoo him off.

When it was done, Bennett offered Boyd a glass of water.

"Shall I bore you with the standard post-back-up procedure lecture or shall I consider it said and move on?" She asked, a tiny bit of her sense of humor poking through there.

He gratefully took the water and drank some of it before he answered her. "No, that's alright. I'm going to go home and rest. Was the copy clean?"

"That would be for the best," Bennett said as she pulled the copy up on her hologram system to double check it was clean. It was.

"Mhmm," She nodded, "Looks fine. I'll give you this one," She pulled out the smaller wedge and handed it to him to do with what he wanted, "And I suppose I'll just keep this one? Transfer it and keep it down here? Certainly wouldn't hurt to have an extra back-up hidden somewhere."

Boyd took the small wedge and pocketed it. He then stood up slowly and took a couple of steps. Everything still worked alright so no damage from the procedure. Not that he expected any less of Halverson. "I think that's a good idea. I also want you to encode it and make sure that it will delete itself if anyone unauthorized tries to access it. Understood?"

"Unauthorized. Does that include Ms. Whiskey and Topher?" Bennett inquired, wondering just how much encoding she'd need to do to make the imprint inaccessible. She was certainly capable of making it inaccessible, even to Topher, but it'd take a while to put that much encoding on it.

"Yes, it does. Will that be a problem?" Boyd watched her face carefully as he waited for her reply. If she was willing to do this than he knew his trust in her was not misplaced.

"Oh, no. Not at all," She replied, smiling and laughing a little, "Just needed some kind of gauge of how strong I would need to make the encoding. Not...exactly easy to make something impossible for Topher to hack."

"I'll settle for you just making it extremely difficult for him. I know Topher is clever enough that you can't account for everything he might try." It was actually a very good thing Mr. Brink was so easy to distract. If he was inclined to be curious there was a lot he could have already found out about Boyd and Rossum.

"But I can make it impossible. Even for him," Giving her such a challenge like that was a bad idea, Boyd. Now she was going to be obsessed with encrypting that data however she could to make sure Topher couldn't access the data. If Topher wasn't supposed to see, he wasn't supposed to see.

"Just give me some time and watch. I'll make it impossible for him to hack," no one could ever say she wasn't determined.

You might think he had thought of that, but he couldn't possibly comment. Clearly he had made a mistake by not testing them against each other earlier. There was so much they could have accomplished. "Take as much time as you need. I have faith you won't let me down."

"I most certainly won't, Mr. Langton," She said, sitting down and wrestling her glasses on her face so she could get to work. After a second, she remembered Boyd was still there and turned back to him.

"You should go home and rest. If anything out of the ordinary happens, call me."

"Don't worry I will, but I don't think there will be any problems." He smiled at her and then turned and left. "Have a good evening Ms. Halverson. Don't overwork yourself."

"I won't. And you too," Bennett said, though it was really kind of a lie. Bennett was notorious for overworking herself. She'd likely be here until she passed out on her desk from exhaustion. She probably wouldn't even get up to eat anything either.

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Responses might be slow due to dealing with plot post.

Totally fine!

Assuming there is a chair here.

Oh, of course! And it's probably way cooler than Topher's.

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