The Brigg (closed, Tag Tony Stark)

[Karima Shapandar]

{desc=(Open only to high ranking Shield operatives)}Now she sits in a much smaller room. Keeping her in Cheryl's room was always a temporary thing, besides Cheryl had wanted her room back and while Karima did not specifically feel bad about interrupting so much of Cheryl's life, she understood the reason and logic behind how it might upset her. But after several days, they've finally figured out what to do with Karima, or at least, perhaps they've acquired the time of a specialist who can.

By this point Karima would've provided detailed specifications and blue prints concerning her anatomy, they were incredibly specific, right down to the energy exchange in the psuedo cybernetic mitochondrial organelles that populate her lightly glowing blue cybernetic blood. Much of the technology found in her body simply didn't exist and wouldn't exist any where else except within her body where her unique mutant power makes it possible. Replicating the technology while possible, would be extremely difficult, and most of it simply would not function due to how her x-gene functions at the microscopic level. You could build it, put it together, but it just wouldn't turn on and run. Without the key piece of information that Karima herself is technically a mutant, something she left out in her technical specs, it would very likely baffle most scientists.

On top of the anatomy, physiology and functionality of her body, she'd provide a detailed list of abilities, which is quite long. She had reasoned that keeping anything from SHIELD at this point was counter productive, she is nothing if not efficient. She wants their help and in the trade of politics, give and take is required. So thus far, shield has had her full cooperation.

Apparently, they've gotten a hold of Anthony Stark, aka Iron Man, likely the foremost mind in the world on advanced robotics and Artificial Intelligence. Who else might be able to debrief and interrogate a girl like Karima? They needed to verify that her story was correct and ascertain the truth. Assumably, Tony is the best man for that job. Though Karima assumes that other prominent scientific minds will want to study her, she assumes Nick Fury, Director of Shield, will be at the forefront, even if behind a curtain, of her progress.

So now she waits. Her bonds still in place, binding her wrists together. Still wearing the same Gym shorts she wore when they brought her in, though they took her coat, weapons, backpack, cat, and everything else. Her frame is mostly unclothed, scantily clad, light brown skin perfectly flawless without blemish, toned and supple. Her torso is covered by a tank top that's low cut and rises high enough away from the hem of her shorts to reveal the sexy abs on her tummy. The bra which is roughly half a cup size to small provides an almost push-up bra effect to Karima's C cup breasts, combined with the tight tank top offers a view of very ample, very sensual looking cleavage. Her posture is perfect, straight, her hands rest on the table, her thighs pressed together and her feet, which are now bare, rest on the floor side by side. She doesn't move, or blink, she stares straight head with an empty soulless gleam in her eyes. She doesn't even breath. She's been informed to wait here and 'stay out of the systems' while they wait for Mr. Tony Starks arrival.

Any attempts made by shield or any of their constituents to learn the identity of the woman in their custody will return unfortunately barren results. Sentinel had done a marvelous job of wiping her out of every database on the face of the Earth, she has no drivers license, no finger prints in any known data base, no birth certificate, no nothing. The only proof that she was ever a 'real' person before Sentinel did what they did to her lays in a single piece of paper inside a dusty filing cabinet in the third sub basement floor titled Archives S-W at the hospital where Karima was Born, which is in Calcutta India. This lends hefty credence to the idea that she never really was a real person, but in fact, was created from scratch, as Karima herself continues to insist occured, despite at one point mentioning a mother. It's a subtle but key difference that many might overlook. She is a mystery, and now it is Tony Starks Job to solve it.

[Tony Stark]

To say Stark was uninterested in this process of half interrogation, half scientific study, would have been a complete blatant lie. I mean, being told one had a girl in a cell of wonderful curves locked up wearing barely anything and waiting to be examined? It’s a wonder Stark didn’t know to be here. Well, actually, he did in a way. Some tingling in the back of his head. Not quite a sixth sense but something else. Nearly got him in trouble before in France, but that girl had at least looked twenty. How was he to know she was 14? But that was beside the point. According to medical records this girl had reported to be actually 18. Legal, but pushing boundaries. Focus though first, getting to look at her body. Funny how that actually was what he was supposed to do.

Regardless, they’d deemed it fit to at least make him look like a scientist. So he had a lab coat. Not buttoned, so it showed his arc reactor beneath his shirt. Given she apparently had an affinity for technology, he figured letting her want to see would be a good start point to getting clothes off. After all, scientific pursuits and all that. Okay even Tony’s mind might have been getting confused at this point, since in this case the fine line between scientific pursuits and “pursuits” blurring. But here he was, donned in just Blue jeans, a Black Sabbath shirt, and lab coat.

The door to the holding area opened and Stark stepped in, a small floating platform behind him that was capable of folding out into a examination operating table. Stark’s own hands were occupied by a glass screen tablet with info constantly streaming across, working to sync it to Karima’s vitals and display information she had already given. “Afternoon, sorry to keep you waiting. But I find anticipation heightens the pleasure. I‘m Dr. Stark, and I‘ll be examining you today.” His voice was purposeful, he knew exactly what he was saying and how he was saying it. Typical Stark. Joking yet serious. Amazing how such a man could function like that.

“So, Karima was it? How you feeling? No trouble breathing? Fine bowel movements? Stll able to lift and throw cars as well as the hulk?” The last comment might have been a joke, but Stark honestly didn’t know what to expect. He’d seen this girl jump to a rooftop when he had been filling his gas tank, who’s to say she couldn’t pick up the hulk and puny god him.

[Karima Shapandar]

The first place Karima's eyes went when Stark walked into the room was to the Arc reactor in his chest. Stark's a clever and at tentative man, he'd likely notice the gesture, despite how subtle it may have been.

"I do not feel anything. No trouble breathing, No bowel movements as I have not eaten more than my enhanced digestive system can hold in temporary storage and I do not produce biowaste unless I eat excessively, which I have not. I have not had anything to eat in four days. My hydraulic and servo movement systems are all reading at 100% functionality, I have no data concerning the Hulk's maximum lifting capacity, but mine is roughly around twenty five tons."

Other than her eyes following him, she doesn't move. Each of her extra sensors capable of collecting data on Tony Stark has already begun doing so. It is a pity she can not better analyze the Arc reactor since unfortunately, without blue prints, hopes of replicating one would be futile.

She did catch sight of the examination table, but she hadn't needed to look directly at it, she can see perfectly within the entire 180 degress of her vision, unlike normal humans, who can not see clear details within the peripherals, so in anticipation of Stark requesting she use the table, she stands from her chair and lets her bound hands hang in front of her, though her posture was still perfect. She moved like a machine, one gesture to turn, another to stand, and finally a last one to set her feet at exact symmetry next to each other.

[Tony Stark]

Funny, normally when Stark was having a conversation with a pretty girl, it was his eyes on their chest while theirs rested on his face, not the other way around. Yes, he knew she had looked directly at the light blue glowing reactor beneath his Black Sabbath T, and he knew it would probably be a nice conversation starter if this girl proved to enjoy technology as much as claimed. For Stark though, as soon as his eyes lifted off the class tablet display, they shot directly to Karima’s face. Soft, subtle, well arched eyebrows, supple lips. Beautiful long brown hair, tussled. Middle Eastern Descent, possible Indian. She was beautiful, but by no means Fragile. Beauty of a rose, with the thorns to boot. She could probably no doubt kick ass if she wanted, and that was without the cyborg enhancements. All that from her face.

Now his eyes fell to her chest before picking them back up to listen to her words further. Max lifting at 25 tons? So maybe she couldn’t puny god the hulk. Still, one tough cookie. Rest was rather interesting too, and the fact she rose as well, as if expecting him to ask her to sit on the table, proved interesting as well. Obedient. We he did once try that master slave thing, but the whole BDSM thing was never his thing. Still, he took one step to the side, holding out his arms to one side to gesture to the table and giving her a “if you’d Kindly,” confirmation that he would enjoy her to sit upon the table at least. He waited for her to sit down before beginning any sort of examination. “So, no eating in the past four days? And your not hungry or anything?”

[Karima Shapandar]

It wasn't about obedience so much as it was about expedience. Karima is excessively efficient and she can not help but be anything but that, it's simply how her mind works at the logical level. She doesn't even need the extra time she gains by being efficient, it's simply, instinct almost. When Stark gestures to the table, Karima takes a step towards it, then climbs onto it, and lays down flat in the normal anatomical position, feet flat, legs spread, arms slightly out away from the body at a 15 degree angle, fingers slightly splayed with palms up and thumbs out, she stares directly at the ceiling.

"The minimum amount of nutrition I require to provide adequate sustenance to my organic portions is roughly seven hundred fifty calories a week broken down into your basic human nutritional requirements of protein, carbohydrates, sugars and fats ... or one balanced meal. I might eat more if it were socially acceptable to do so, but in my previous situation I had very little excess food, and any excess food I did manage onto, I gave to others who were likely hungrier than I, or to my cat. Additionally, periodically, occasionally for reasons I can not explain, various brain chemical secretion levels will spike uncontrollably in response to stimulus. Thus far I have been unable to fully map the stimulus in relation to the chemical levels achieved, but at the moment I laid down onto the table, I experienced a minor glitch in my internal feedback, and I am reading significantly higher parasympathetic nervous activity in conjunction with spiking levels of the chemical secretions responsible for fear and anxiety. Be warned, further action may produce unpredictable results, I have recalibrated my physical abilities down to ten to the negative three physical operating capacity as a precaution ...I can theorize that this reaction may be a result of a deep subconscious post traumatic stress involving metal tables, being that I spent several years of my life on one being cut open, operated and experimented on."

As she explained these very intimate details, her facial expressions never changed, her tone of voice never deviated from the flat forward objective sounding tone she always speaks in. Clearly the experience is effecting her, but obviously not enough to interrupt her cooperation. More or less, she's just warning him that she may jump off the table at any given point for any given reason and that he shouldn't be alarmed if it happens. Largely, Karima herself seems almost confused by it though, she's talking about her emotions, her fears, her personal experiences as if she were reading them from a chart. In a way, that's exactly what she is doing.

[Tony Stark]

Stark had expected the girl to sit upon the table, but to watch her move with an almost graceful but strong-like movement, and then lay upon it, well it made Stark wonder how he could get this girl to lay down elsewhere. Her body was well sculpted, and he had to wonder if that was before or after the addition of the cybernetic parts under that skin. Either way, after she leaned down, Stark went to work. He help over he a small device, which then shot out a small light ray that scanned her body up and down, from head to toe. And while the item scanned, so too did Stark. Scanning mostly her chest and legs. Mmm, nicely shaped. “I see. I remember the cat. She’s being well taken care of at the moment.” And she was. Fury didn’t let Cheryl keep her, but it seemed Natasha was more than willing to be a cat lady. Fury meanwhile seemed paranoid about that Cat not being an actual cat or something.

Tony listened to the girl, something not many women believed he did, which was of course a lie, and took in the words. Her voice was oddly mechanical. Rehearsed. It was like a machine just giving off directions. “I see. Well, don’t feel bad. Many women feel scared around me in such an intimate situation. I promise you no harm.” He said, tapping away at the tablet as the scanner finished and uploaded data. “Hmm. You’ve got something here giving off a lot of power for your body. Got a unique signature, with an underlining line of liquid nitrogen from the looks of it. Don’t suppose you know more about your own specs, do you?” Stark did have a deep theory on what it was, but getting confirmation was probably better. And the less chance of him actually having to get her near a knife, the better.

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima would definitely prefer it if Stark did not have to use a scalpel on her, in fact, she'd have to have damn good reason for it too. There were a few reasons she could think of to allow him access to her body in such a way, but largely, they were situations she calculated to have an extremely low frequency of occurring.

"I have a miniaturized Nuclear reactor powering my cybernetics. The liquid nitrogen induction port is to refill my liquid nitrogen reserves, which keep it cool, but the nitrogen slowly burns up in the process, so every two weeks, I need to refill it. I would be happy to provide you with a complete specifications sheet. If you would allow me to wirelessly interface with your hand held, I can upload them quickly."

Karima simply hadn't hacked the hand held and put the specs there for Tony, she wanted Tony to trust her, and she knew the whole reason he was here was to validate, through his own means, her individual trustworthiness, and violating the barrier like she had back in New York again would not achieve that end.

"The current power capability of the Nuclear core is 3 neutron megatons. The power source is currently nearly ten times what I require to sustain life, but Sentinel had been interested in adding some extremely potent energy weapons, flight capability and other high energy requirement tech to me, I left before they could. I believe your Arc Reactor would make a near perfect replacement. As you can see via your scans, my chest cavity is one large hallow unscannable shell. It is solid save for an access panel on the left half of my rib cage. I am able to release internal locks to allow access to the interior where my heart, nuclear power core, liquid nitrogen storage, advanced respiratory and digestive systems are all contained. If you wish to gain access to the interior of my rib cage, I will need to make several incisions on my chest before opening the access panel. The core is shielded internally, to protect my heart, remaining lung and the rest of my organic portions, how ever, I would advise you to wear some form of protective clothing to shield yourself from radiation exposure, should there be any form of accident."

Tony's scans would reveal perhaps the most advanced application of robots he has ever seen aside from his own Iron Man suit. The hydraulic powered endoskeleton is so brilliantly interwoven into her human anatomy it is bafflingly ingenious. Where her intestines and stomach used to be is an array of support hydraulics, but also several empty spaces that scan as such, simply a network of synthetic fibers that keep her abs propped up, there are linkings and assemblies that might suggest at one point there were plans to expand this area as storage for something. Her rib cage is indeed one solid shell front to back and is shielded against scanning, the shell is 'rib cage shaped' with rib like extrusions, and the spaces between the ribs are simply filled with more titanium alloy. It's as if they fused her rib cage into one giant metal container.

Every single bone in her body has been replaced by a Titanium alloy equivalent, though many forms of homoeostasis still occur, the titanium bones still produce red blood cells and still have hybrid cybernetic nerves and blood vessels running all through them. She's an engineering masterpiece containing technology that Tony Stark, of all people, might not have thought possible.

Her skull, like her chest cavity, is shielded, though much less so, and can be scanned. Inside Tony will see a mess of hyper advanced cybernetic parts finely blended with what little remaining organic brain mater Karima has.

[Tony Stark]

Stark had paused his fiddling with the glass tablet in effort to focus more on what the girl said and detailed about her inner workings. He’d expected something, but to get this much information! Someone literally programmed her with knowledge of her inner workings! In theory it was probably due to needs for self diagnosis and repair if anything. Clever clever clever. Didn’t the files mention something about calling herself Omega Sentinal? Relation to Trask and his little poet projects? Who would know. Either way, this girl proved interesting. As she talked, Stark attempted to follow along by using the tablet, but soon opted to shake his head, realizing the small screen was not enough, and flung the diagnostics out of the tablet and projected them into the small room. A full 3-D model soon formed in a standing position akin to Da Vinci’s famous work, and Stark followed along, with the tablet reflecting on the details to the best of it’s abilities.

After Karima mentioned being able to interface, Stark considered and nodded. “Sure, but only the tablet projecter. No hacking into any government satelittles or Fury will have both our heads.” With that, he continued listening and began thinking. She had a nuclear reactor. Not a bad size for her And the injections work well to keep it cool, but Nuclear was such an old tech! and to think people still thought it clean. His Arc reactor was ten times more effective and much less likely to cause meltdown. Hmm, idea. Far off idea, but maybe. Oh, she just suggested his own idea. And there’s the line he wanted. “See, that’s what all the girl’s want,” he started, paying still attention to the 3D model before turning his head to glance to her with a sly look. “They always want to find a way to get me in the suit so they can see it up close. I knew those hot rod colors were a good idea.”

Stark soon separated the 3D model into separate versions, one for endovascular, one for cardiovascular, one for bone skeleton, and one for muscle structures. Interesting. He thought initially the bones were like Wolverine and just coated in metal, but it seemed they were almost a living metal of sorts. Like something out of Doctor Who or something. He’d need a sample and see if he could sample it. Would it prove useful? Prove viable? Just how was this girl built? Half the technology actually managed to confuse the man, while the other half just seemed to be functionally impossible, yet worked perfectly on her! What was Sentinals little secret? “Always did like the girls with a bit of Mystery.” Oh, did he saw that aloud? How accidental of him.

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima watched the projection expand and wondered briefly if she should attempt to integrate technology like this into her eyes so she could project holograms similar to this. She decided that Stark would be her new technology liason if it were a position he seemed interested in having with her. Unfortunately, thus far, his flirting had been far to subtle for her to pick up on, and thus she was not aware there were other positions stark already had in mind for them.

"Yes I have promised I would not hack the Shield Mainframes again. I will not. My biology is not a mystery Mr. Stark, not any more than any other mutation. It is simply evolution working at a pace faster than modern science can understand. I am a mutant, and my mutant ability has allowed this basic technology to be absorbed by my body, transformed and integrated into something more. I have extremely finely tuned sensors located through out my body providing real time updates on my various statuses, but they are not finely tuned enough to understand how most of my biology now functions at the subatomic and microscopic levels. I would be more than willing to demonstrate or otherwise cooperate with any investigation you may wish to conduct concerning my body so long as my consent is maintained through the process. While I have spent years being forced to integrate technology, I am interested in making the best of my situation. Of course, I am mostly machine, it is in my nature to do so. Ultimately how ever, I wish to regain my humanity. Currently there is a schism between my higher brain functions and any emotional response I might experience. I am struggling to understand and repair this schism twenty four hours a day. In the mean time, any form of social and scientific interaction I can muster is beneficial to me to further that understanding. Additionally, it is concretely seated in my programming to preserve all life, and from that I can derive a lesser objective to further it. I have theorized much of my body can be used as a template for other robotic organisms, or advanced prosthesis for those who have lost limbs or have organs damaged beyond healthy functionality.I realize my place in this world is not living as a homeless girl in the streets of New York but had been biding my time until the appropriate moment to approach the appropriate parties to elevate my standing to a point where I can benefit humanity more directly. Such as perhaps Membership to the Avengers."

As she speaks, she remains laid out on the table, as Stark has not yet given her the go-ahead to sit up, despite his scans seemingly being done. She continued to lay and listen, staring blankly at the ceiling, though she can see perfectly what's going on with Stark in her peripheral vision.

[Tony Stark]

Taking a moment from the scanner and projections, Stark opted to take a side step and look over Karima for his own eyes. Aaaand then she started talking. Talking, talking, talking, talking, and talking. Did I mention talking? Stark’s eyes widened less by her monotonous voice and the fact that this half robotic girl who claimed to act more robot than babe was still a woman by just how damn much she talked. Granted, he could talk forever too given the right situation, but it was usually about something important, like him! Okay fine, this girl was pretty important right now too, especially if he could get a sample of her DNA and that living metal. A sort of small scale replication was definitely in order. And if this girl was a mutant, maybe Forge might want a look too. Hmm, note, let Forge get a chance at this girl. They both were Indians of a sort, and he needed a girl too. Maybe they could share toys.

Her final words before finally shutting up was something that caught Stark off guard though and actually reached his ears. “Whoah whoah, hold up. And could you, I dunno, sit up or something? The robotic act is just a little creepy for such a beautiful body.” He put a few fingers to his temple to think, blinked, then looked to Karima in a mild stupor. The Avengers? “Look honey, I can’t make any promises on that last little bit. Ill talk to Cap, but no promises. That’s not my call.” He would mention it, sure, but it would be far down the line.

Stark then waited for Karima to sit up before closing all the projections and sitting down next to her. He took a breath and thought on this words, then almost immediately began speaking. “You’re a strange girl, Karima. A beautiful one, but a strange one. I have a colleague who’s more familiar with mutant genomes and is a brilliant man with technology. He might want a good look at you, so I’ll see about getting him to check you out. No promises, but I have a feeling he’ll be obligated once his friend Xavvy finds out.” Stark paused to let the words sink in a bit before continuing. “Now then, you mentioned issues with emotional responses. So you don’t feel them or just feel them and ignore them due to higher functions?”

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima hadn't been specifically interested in joining the avengers, it was simply a suggestion. Humans seemed to take suggestions much to seriously, she wasn't sure why, but that may be because she is able to consider thousands of possible outcomes at one time, things most people wouldn't even dream of happening, Karima automatically calculates the chance of happening almost in real time as events play out, it's just one of her subroutines to do so.

"I do not ignore them. The organic and cybernetic portions of my brain are not subdivided, they are interconnected and operate as a whole, but the cybernetic portions of my mind are extremely technical, a friend once told me, that it is simply one plus one equals two and that's all there is to it. I'm not sure I fully understand the reference, but in essence, I suppose it is accurate. Ultimately, the majority of my brain simply is no longer coded for handling emotions, but the remaining organic portions are still fluidly able to express emotions. So when I experience an emotional response, the conscious, ie cybernetic, portions of my brain interpret the response as an error and correct it immediately. There simply aren't any subroutines to handle the response. How ever, I have been writing them as I experience things. I collect data and break down and analyze the errors and the situations which caused them, and eventually will upgrade my operating system to handle these emotions, and thus regain my humanity. To a lesser extent I can feel emotions, but they are nearly subliminal and less conscious. Occasionally, I will find my priority queue does not make long term logical sense, such as caring for a random starving kitten, despite it largely being a nuisance and a mouth to feed which I have on more than one occasion broken the law to tend to, and yet, I continue to do so. I can not explain why, I just do."

Karima may speak a lot, but stark would literally have a melt down if his mind were subjected to all the things Karima could literally say. Unfortunately though, auditory analogue speech options of communication were vastly inefficient in comparison to simple data transfer, which moved at the speed of light. In the time it takes one person to snap their fingers, Karima can read an entire electronic book. By comparison, she says a great deal less than she actually could, but she has learned to at least attempt to be as concise as she can.