06-30-2020, 12:54 AM
Aurum really didn't know much about technology, at least when it came to the practicality of it all. Despite living within the ruins of a city during his childhood, the pride he had dwelled in had been very traditional. They had traditional rankings, hunting methods, and ways of viewing the world. As such, technology was one of the furthest things from their minds. The only time that the lion cub had ever truly indulged in the joys of technological advancement was when he got his paws on various sci fi novels that he scavenged from old, broken down bookstores within the city's towering structures. Even then, however, none of the technology within those stories had been practical. Flying cars and floating buildings hadn't been possible to the humans that had once existed in the city, and many more of the wondrous inventions pondered about within science fiction had never seen the light of day, far too complex for any scientist to even begin to touch on. Since then, Aurum had begun to branch out a little bit more in his reading tastes, and as such, he had indulged by reading a bit more non-fiction. A great deal of it was rather boring, since it used terminology he didn't understand, or was simply as dry as humanly possible. However, some of it was simply fascinating, because it was almost enchanting to see what humans really could come up with. Sure, nothing he saw within those tomes would compare to the fanciful inventions of science fiction, but it sure was all quite advanced to him.
He was actually quite sure that he had learned about blueprints in one of the aforementioned nonfiction books. They were usually clean pieces of paper, laid out for an inventor so that they had a blank canvas for all of the ideas that their mind held. All they needed to do was draw out the broad specs of whatever they wanted to create, and not down the finer details inside, eventually having a roadmap to whatever their end goal was. Most of the blueprints that Aurum had seen within these books were immaculate, mostly because they were usually final drafts. They were instructions meant to be copied, so that others could look at them and continue building whatever it was sketches out in front of them. There were, of course, more rough drafts, smudged and smeared with rewrites and late nights trying to figure out what would work correctly. However, they were few and far between, since most humans didn't like to show off the hard nights spend pacing in frustration as they tried to figure out exactly how they could get idea to paper. Even with that detail in mind... Aurum wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting when he heard Clony's urgent voice in his head, urging him to come forth and check out it's blueprints. He wasn't sure why he hadn't been expecting one of those rough, smeared over drafts, desperately done in the heat of the moment, while an idea was still bubbling and fresh.
Even if he had been expecting just a rough draft, he was pretty sure he would've been disappointed. Colony's blueprints looked like no rough draft he had ever seen, what the rocks sloppily holding down the edges, and the various tears that marred the rapper's surface. Technically the paper wasn't the right shade of blue, either, but that was hardly the first thing on Aurum's mind as he stared down at the paper, head tilted and tail flicking behind him. He eventually realized that he had been staring in confusion for too long, and his eye hastily snapped up to Clony, hesitating as he tried to figure 9out how to approach it. Eventually he decided to be straightforward, figuring that Clony would be alright with it. It didn't exactly seem to be the type to get all offended. His voice came out a little weak with confusion as he muttered, pointing a golden paw down at the paper, "Uh, it's very nice, Clony. But... what exactly is it? Like... what are the plans for?" He had his bet on lasers, or perhaps a stage for a fashion show, considering how obsessed it had seemed when he and his group had first arrived.
He was actually quite sure that he had learned about blueprints in one of the aforementioned nonfiction books. They were usually clean pieces of paper, laid out for an inventor so that they had a blank canvas for all of the ideas that their mind held. All they needed to do was draw out the broad specs of whatever they wanted to create, and not down the finer details inside, eventually having a roadmap to whatever their end goal was. Most of the blueprints that Aurum had seen within these books were immaculate, mostly because they were usually final drafts. They were instructions meant to be copied, so that others could look at them and continue building whatever it was sketches out in front of them. There were, of course, more rough drafts, smudged and smeared with rewrites and late nights trying to figure out what would work correctly. However, they were few and far between, since most humans didn't like to show off the hard nights spend pacing in frustration as they tried to figure out exactly how they could get idea to paper. Even with that detail in mind... Aurum wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting when he heard Clony's urgent voice in his head, urging him to come forth and check out it's blueprints. He wasn't sure why he hadn't been expecting one of those rough, smeared over drafts, desperately done in the heat of the moment, while an idea was still bubbling and fresh.
Even if he had been expecting just a rough draft, he was pretty sure he would've been disappointed. Colony's blueprints looked like no rough draft he had ever seen, what the rocks sloppily holding down the edges, and the various tears that marred the rapper's surface. Technically the paper wasn't the right shade of blue, either, but that was hardly the first thing on Aurum's mind as he stared down at the paper, head tilted and tail flicking behind him. He eventually realized that he had been staring in confusion for too long, and his eye hastily snapped up to Clony, hesitating as he tried to figure 9out how to approach it. Eventually he decided to be straightforward, figuring that Clony would be alright with it. It didn't exactly seem to be the type to get all offended. His voice came out a little weak with confusion as he muttered, pointing a golden paw down at the paper, "Uh, it's very nice, Clony. But... what exactly is it? Like... what are the plans for?" He had his bet on lasers, or perhaps a stage for a fashion show, considering how obsessed it had seemed when he and his group had first arrived.
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— Reggan