This is happening. Another day, another individual, organization, or civilization co-opting him for services to be provided, despite his personal preferences. So, plenty to process. And lacking sufficient information to properly plan around in regards to the situation as a whole, there aren't exactly... a lot of courses of action to consider.
Even temporarily, cooperation is preferable to his given alternatives.
Data sits in whichever seat he wound up shuffled to during the push to load up, still and straight-backed. His curiosity initially falls onto the in-ride entertainment in full, but it's short-lived. Before long, he cocks his head to the side like so many confused birds, and turns his attention to his fellow passengers instead. Then back to the screen. Then back to the passengers, before-- ]
I do not believe this programming is meant to relay our mission parameters. [ Unerringly gentle as his delivery is, it's still no less than confused. ] Is it common for the Jorgmund corporation to withhold information?
C. ah shit here we go again
[ And just like that, hours later, they actually do get mission parameters, right on time to be unceremoniously dumped at the site with weapons aplenty.
Data disregards the "fire is free" concept the moment he processes it. He has zero plans of firing on anyone, whether they wanted Jorgmund involved or not, and intends to take every active step to prevent others from doing so. Self defense against hostile non-sentient life forms is one thing. Openly firing on innocent civilians is unacceptable.
He does his requisite duties in sample collection for the most part. Missions like these in the name of scientific study are at least par for the course in his experience, and the prospect of creatures immune to the "Stuff" storms is intriguing. None of them were given scientific scanning equipment, of course, but Data often finds himself in a position where all one can do is take a statement at face value. Proceed one step at a time.
His priorities shuffle the moment they come upon the stuck civilians. Here's an ethical and moral standing upon which many of his base principles were constructed: fundamental respect for human life. What android has two thumbs and immediately approaches with intent to free and/or place folks in the stasis box? ]
We cannot leave them.
[ This android. ]
g. chill hangs 2 electric boogaloo
[ Or there is the other riding along in our automobile option. Data is among the members of the conscripted crowd whose overall energy provides a stark counterpoint to the fatigued and possibly grim air surrounding him. He's as bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and primly postured as he was when this whole endeavor began.
And it's safe to say that Bob Ross has a significantly larger amount of Data's resources tuned in than The Nutshack did. If he isn't doing his part to check in on the health status of his current truck posse, he's watching the paintings unfold with no small amount of abject wonder. ]
Fascinating. [ Look. It's art. It's unfettered creativity and feeling, creating an image not dictated by strict pre-established guidelines. What's not to find wondrous?
Sorry it's too late to swap out to another truck, though, because Data is absolutely about to get going. No, he has not read the room. ]
Mr. Ross appears to be employing the wet-on-wet painting technique, also known as direct painting, or "alla prima"-- a term which can be translated to mean "at first attempt." It is primarily accomplished with oil-based paints or with watercolor. These works are often somewhat improvisational in nature, and commonly completed in only one sitting. It has been employed in Earth's history since oil painting was first developed, although it gained a somewhat more prestigious esteem during the Baroque and Rococo eras.
[ If left uninterrupted or undiverted, Data will turn this 4-hour ride into an art history lecture due solely to his own personal interest in it. ]
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[ Well.
This is happening. Another day, another individual, organization, or civilization co-opting him for services to be provided, despite his personal preferences. So, plenty to process. And lacking sufficient information to properly plan around in regards to the situation as a whole, there aren't exactly... a lot of courses of action to consider.
Even temporarily, cooperation is preferable to his given alternatives.
Data sits in whichever seat he wound up shuffled to during the push to load up, still and straight-backed. His curiosity initially falls onto the in-ride entertainment in full, but it's short-lived. Before long, he cocks his head to the side like so many confused birds, and turns his attention to his fellow passengers instead. Then back to the screen. Then back to the passengers, before-- ]
I do not believe this programming is meant to relay our mission parameters. [ Unerringly gentle as his delivery is, it's still no less than confused. ] Is it common for the Jorgmund corporation to withhold information?
C. ah shit here we go again
[ And just like that, hours later, they actually do get mission parameters, right on time to be unceremoniously dumped at the site with weapons aplenty.
Data disregards the "fire is free" concept the moment he processes it. He has zero plans of firing on anyone, whether they wanted Jorgmund involved or not, and intends to take every active step to prevent others from doing so. Self defense against hostile non-sentient life forms is one thing. Openly firing on innocent civilians is unacceptable.
He does his requisite duties in sample collection for the most part. Missions like these in the name of scientific study are at least par for the course in his experience, and the prospect of creatures immune to the "Stuff" storms is intriguing. None of them were given scientific scanning equipment, of course, but Data often finds himself in a position where all one can do is take a statement at face value. Proceed one step at a time.
His priorities shuffle the moment they come upon the stuck civilians. Here's an ethical and moral standing upon which many of his base principles were constructed: fundamental respect for human life. What android has two thumbs and immediately approaches with intent to free and/or place folks in the stasis box? ]
We cannot leave them.
[ This android. ]
g. chill hangs 2 electric boogaloo
[ Or there is the other riding along in our automobile option. Data is among the members of the conscripted crowd whose overall energy provides a stark counterpoint to the fatigued and possibly grim air surrounding him. He's as bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and primly postured as he was when this whole endeavor began.
And it's safe to say that Bob Ross has a significantly larger amount of Data's resources tuned in than The Nutshack did. If he isn't doing his part to check in on the health status of his current truck posse, he's watching the paintings unfold with no small amount of abject wonder. ]
Fascinating. [ Look. It's art. It's unfettered creativity and feeling, creating an image not dictated by strict pre-established guidelines. What's not to find wondrous?
Sorry it's too late to swap out to another truck, though, because Data is absolutely about to get going. No, he has not read the room. ]
Mr. Ross appears to be employing the wet-on-wet painting technique, also known as direct painting, or "alla prima"-- a term which can be translated to mean "at first attempt." It is primarily accomplished with oil-based paints or with watercolor. These works are often somewhat improvisational in nature, and commonly completed in only one sitting. It has been employed in Earth's history since oil painting was first developed, although it gained a somewhat more prestigious esteem during the Baroque and Rococo eras.
[ If left uninterrupted or undiverted, Data will turn this 4-hour ride into an art history lecture due solely to his own personal interest in it. ]
For example, while he did not solely employ direct painting, I have nonetheless found the works of Jean-Honoré Fragonard to be particularly intriguing. You may find it interesting to know that his name fell into almost total obscurity for centuries after his death--
[ See? ]