Re: Apartment: Mingmei & Donna
Donna blushed, and quickly corrected herself, "Ni che fan le." The words were strange, but with practice she knew she could figure it out. "So, there's no conjugating? I'm even more on board now." She had taken French in middle school and the worst part was having to figure out which word you used in what situation based on the future past participle or what not. There was always a pattern, but as with every language, the exception to the rules was what made Donna declare war on France. Officially, the war is still on, but it's been years since she had acted on it. Normally by saying something bad about french fries.
"I don't suppose a lot of Western comics are popular back where you're from, are they?" It wasn't completely out of comprehension, but it's Superman. Donna had been certain the entire world was born knowing who that was. Today she was proven wrong.
"It's just normal contractor pay. To be honest, you could probably get billed for more just for having been to Yale." She shrugged. The computer industry was weird and had exorbitant amounts of money. Donna was lucky to have a small piece of it. "That's wonderful!" Donna smiled, and then looked horrified all of a half a second later. "I mean, not that her husband passed. That's not wonderful. That's very sad, and I'm sorry for her loss." She rambled a bit quickly to cover up her faux-pas. "Uh, what sort of business is it?"
About two minutes? She could do that. This is what Donna meant by cooking is an art. She approached all cooking as an engineer. Mingmei told her two minutes, so Donna set the timer on the microwave for two minutes. There was no about or roughly, it had to be precise or she got frustrated. Still, that was enough time for her to find some tongs to fish the dumplings out with when the timer went off.
The programs on the peripheral monitors were both security apps, currently being attacked by another program that was nothing but pure evil and malice. It was a mighty battle indeed, numbers and commands scrolling down the screen without end. The curious (and much more impressive) part of the defensive programs were that they seemed to be learning with each attack, creating new command lines to log results and switch how it reacted. And it was fast. The compression algorithms made countermeasures practically precognitive. It was easy to see why those were public-facing and bringing in money. The middle screen had the some folders with different bits of code for the video game. Donna wasn't lying when she said it was bare bones. Most of the very basic essentials were there, but it was nothing fancy yet. The AI code was the most advanced piece there, but as it was connected to nothing (though, it would be safe to assume it's the same as in the security programs) it was difficult to say just how well it works. It looked well written at the very least.