Things were different when he was younger. When he was younger people were amazed by his attitude, his work ethic, much more than they were amazed by his intelligence. Back then, when 'the young genius' said he had an idea or that he had decided he was going to continue his education, people threw money at him like it was the plague and they couldn't wait to get rid of it. It was a great time, he had not a care in the world, well besides the experiments he had been working on with people in the top of his fields. He was just someone that people loved working with, he was extraordinary.
Now however, he was just another lab assistant. They recognize his mind and the gifts bestowed upon him, but they were much less nurturing, less willing to help. In fact, he was doing all the helping now. "Hey Kef, grab me a caf. Hey Kef, read over my thesis on the benefits of kolto for me. Hey, Davidson, could you pick up my medication?" All day, running back and forth. It killed him, and it just put him at ease when he could sit at a desk in his small office at Fondor Shipyards and work on small designs by himself. For a while now he and some new interns had been working on a large project. Orbital Medical Station. The idea of course wasn't new, or groundbreaking as the Republic had one of their own and the Omega Protectorate already had a space station. What made this project different you ask? Well none of them really knew. Until today. But before that, one must know how it started.
Two Galactic Standard Months Ago~
"I just don't get it Kef, how are you so smart?" a young intern asked him during their lunch break. "And why aren't you like, the head of some company? You could be making millions! With your mind?"
A chuckle escaped Kef just before he took a sip of his caf. "I can't answer your first question, after all, it only takes dedication and a strong resolve to get where I am now..." he said modestly. "But, I would rather be here in this honorary position. It fuels my ideas and pushes the limits of my mind. In short, its exciting! Besides, who wants to sit in an office all day drinking wine?" the blank stares from around the table of interns answered that question for him. "I like to help people, its why I chose to pursue being a doctor before an engineer." he muttered. Laughs and chuckles came from all around. Mostly, they were all his age, though there were a few interns that were younger. With a shrug he flipped the holoscreen on to the news. Today marked the anniversary for the http://starwarsrp.net/topic/622-saelari-medical-center/][/SIZE]Saelari Medical Station in the Republic. It seemed to be a big deal. He knew it was, he worked as an intern there when he was in school.
It was a top of the line Medical center, top of the line security too. With a wistful sigh he remembered his days on the station. "Could you imagine if WE had one of those?" one of the younger Interns spoke up, her blue eyes shining. Kef smiled at the thought. The others agreed, and soon they began talking shop. What kind of shields they would have, dimensions, much of it based off of the Medical Station on the news at the moment. However, the young intern that spoke up before said something that made everyone stop and think. "What if it had some sort of...virtual intelligence or Hive-mind like droid intelligence. Things would be much smoother I feel like..." she trailed off as looks from the other interns indicated she was wrong, stupid to even think that. Especially in lieu of the recent attack on Omni. Many people were reluctant to trust droids or anything of the sort.
"No, no! That could work!" Kef spoke up, noticing the young intern's drop in spirits. Now he was getting strange looks, and he had to come up with something. "Maybe...a highly intelligent VI, one that could be fed information, or maybe learn? No...Not learn, rather teach. A powerful VI that had access to droid husks to aid in operations or other duties, while simultaneously aiding in the teaching of new medical students!" the interns all around him sat, sucking in the information that Kef began to spit out of his mind. The lecture about VI and the application of medicine by droids went on for a good hour and a half. The task would take an incredibly powerful core.
Present Time~
He knew that the top brass of the Shipyards wouldn't go for this. It would cost too much they said. It would be too unstable, too this, too that. It was almost as if no matter how many times he revised the design it wouldn't be perfect enough for them. But he knew, and could name space stations that were historically important to the galaxy that had many of the problems that his supposedly had. And then he had it. Grabbing his papers from his desk in a hurry he made his way to his skycar. He knew that the Fondor Shipyards would ignore him. They had said as much the last time he went. In fact, they were so adamant about it they threatened to strip him of his honorary position, regardless of his history with them. No, he had to take it to the top. The very top. Piling his things in his crowded, black skycar and made his way to the people he hoped would listen.
He flew to the public addresses of both @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] and @[member="Ayden Cater"], but he was pushed away by guards and told to leave without any sort of explanation. Maybe he had to make an appointment...He didn't think about that. None of that went through his mind. The last place he went was the office of The Protector...@[member="Cira"]. He hoped that she would see him. The guards apparently had been forewarned about a man of his description trying to see these leaders and was met with greater force than the last two times. "Please, just let me see her, no just let her see these at least!" he pleaded. It was important. Well to him anyways. The guard snatched the papers away from him, allowing a few pieces to go off into the wind. "No! My research! The blueprints! You bumbling fools! What have you done!?" he shouted at them as he jumped, albeit not very high, in an attempt to capture the floating pieces of the last two months of his life. The guards forced him from the premises and he headed to his car. Defeated. He could only hope the guards brought what was left to Cira. If not, he would work on it more. And more. He felt that this was an important project, for himself, and for the people of the Omega Protectorate.
Now however, he was just another lab assistant. They recognize his mind and the gifts bestowed upon him, but they were much less nurturing, less willing to help. In fact, he was doing all the helping now. "Hey Kef, grab me a caf. Hey Kef, read over my thesis on the benefits of kolto for me. Hey, Davidson, could you pick up my medication?" All day, running back and forth. It killed him, and it just put him at ease when he could sit at a desk in his small office at Fondor Shipyards and work on small designs by himself. For a while now he and some new interns had been working on a large project. Orbital Medical Station. The idea of course wasn't new, or groundbreaking as the Republic had one of their own and the Omega Protectorate already had a space station. What made this project different you ask? Well none of them really knew. Until today. But before that, one must know how it started.
Two Galactic Standard Months Ago~
"I just don't get it Kef, how are you so smart?" a young intern asked him during their lunch break. "And why aren't you like, the head of some company? You could be making millions! With your mind?"
A chuckle escaped Kef just before he took a sip of his caf. "I can't answer your first question, after all, it only takes dedication and a strong resolve to get where I am now..." he said modestly. "But, I would rather be here in this honorary position. It fuels my ideas and pushes the limits of my mind. In short, its exciting! Besides, who wants to sit in an office all day drinking wine?" the blank stares from around the table of interns answered that question for him. "I like to help people, its why I chose to pursue being a doctor before an engineer." he muttered. Laughs and chuckles came from all around. Mostly, they were all his age, though there were a few interns that were younger. With a shrug he flipped the holoscreen on to the news. Today marked the anniversary for the http://starwarsrp.net/topic/622-saelari-medical-center/][/SIZE]Saelari Medical Station in the Republic. It seemed to be a big deal. He knew it was, he worked as an intern there when he was in school.
It was a top of the line Medical center, top of the line security too. With a wistful sigh he remembered his days on the station. "Could you imagine if WE had one of those?" one of the younger Interns spoke up, her blue eyes shining. Kef smiled at the thought. The others agreed, and soon they began talking shop. What kind of shields they would have, dimensions, much of it based off of the Medical Station on the news at the moment. However, the young intern that spoke up before said something that made everyone stop and think. "What if it had some sort of...virtual intelligence or Hive-mind like droid intelligence. Things would be much smoother I feel like..." she trailed off as looks from the other interns indicated she was wrong, stupid to even think that. Especially in lieu of the recent attack on Omni. Many people were reluctant to trust droids or anything of the sort.
"No, no! That could work!" Kef spoke up, noticing the young intern's drop in spirits. Now he was getting strange looks, and he had to come up with something. "Maybe...a highly intelligent VI, one that could be fed information, or maybe learn? No...Not learn, rather teach. A powerful VI that had access to droid husks to aid in operations or other duties, while simultaneously aiding in the teaching of new medical students!" the interns all around him sat, sucking in the information that Kef began to spit out of his mind. The lecture about VI and the application of medicine by droids went on for a good hour and a half. The task would take an incredibly powerful core.
Present Time~
He knew that the top brass of the Shipyards wouldn't go for this. It would cost too much they said. It would be too unstable, too this, too that. It was almost as if no matter how many times he revised the design it wouldn't be perfect enough for them. But he knew, and could name space stations that were historically important to the galaxy that had many of the problems that his supposedly had. And then he had it. Grabbing his papers from his desk in a hurry he made his way to his skycar. He knew that the Fondor Shipyards would ignore him. They had said as much the last time he went. In fact, they were so adamant about it they threatened to strip him of his honorary position, regardless of his history with them. No, he had to take it to the top. The very top. Piling his things in his crowded, black skycar and made his way to the people he hoped would listen.
He flew to the public addresses of both @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] and @[member="Ayden Cater"], but he was pushed away by guards and told to leave without any sort of explanation. Maybe he had to make an appointment...He didn't think about that. None of that went through his mind. The last place he went was the office of The Protector...@[member="Cira"]. He hoped that she would see him. The guards apparently had been forewarned about a man of his description trying to see these leaders and was met with greater force than the last two times. "Please, just let me see her, no just let her see these at least!" he pleaded. It was important. Well to him anyways. The guard snatched the papers away from him, allowing a few pieces to go off into the wind. "No! My research! The blueprints! You bumbling fools! What have you done!?" he shouted at them as he jumped, albeit not very high, in an attempt to capture the floating pieces of the last two months of his life. The guards forced him from the premises and he headed to his car. Defeated. He could only hope the guards brought what was left to Cira. If not, he would work on it more. And more. He felt that this was an important project, for himself, and for the people of the Omega Protectorate.