Who: Victor, OPEN What: Repairing Lancelot Where: Avenger's Mansion When: July 6th, 2016 Status: Complete Rating: Low
Since the return from the war world where the Avengers, X-Men and Guardians of the Galaxy fought the forces of Ronan the Accuser Victor Price had been less energetic than usual. Part of it was injuries sustained in the battle and part of it was not looking forward to repairing Lancelot so thoroughly after getting the armor ready to fight the Kree in the first place. Price had his ribs taped and he was walking with a cane and a pronounced limp but he was still up and about once the anesthesia wore off enough that he could get away from the SHIELD medics that had been keeping him in nana land. Not keeping himself busy always drove him mad so he had to do something. Rather than return home to Lexington Estate, crashing at Felicia's flat or his New York City office he headed for Avenger's Mansion where Lancelot was waiting for some TLC.
Walking into the room which housed the mirrored hexagonal cylinder containing Lancelot he put one hand on the container and closed his eyes. "A knight is only as good in battle as his armor and his weapons. I'd like to think I'm a pretty good knight but I need to be better. You need to be better too, old friend." Maybe it was a good time to try and design an AI suite for Saber so Victor didn't have to rely on Jarvis to manage the otherwise overwhelming task of keeping the systems synchronized, neural impulse gear put a tremendous strain on the human brain no matter how intelligent said brain was. As much as Price didn't like to ask others for help developing a proper AI suite was not something he could do alone - not if he wanted a good end result. As sophisticated as Saber's autonomous operations capabilities were they were not a substitute for human interface or artificial intelligence.
The world was changing and whether he wanted to admit it or not Victor would have to change with it, such was the path of a futurist. When man cannot do the task alone then machine could bridge the gap. At least that's what he was telling himself as he hobbled over to the workbench flanked by a pair of Squire drones displaying holoscreens concerning a number of things he was trying to manage. The cylinder opened with the hiss of compressed air, the small drones began to bring him pieces of his armor and he got to work doing what he usually did when he had to repair his gear.