A fascinating limitation! Given that Nick’s “meat brain” remains his seat of consciousness this implies his attention acts to bring one avatar at a time “into focus”. His main body must be running on – if you’ll forgive the expression – autopilot.
Regardless, I’m certain Nick could’ve retrieved that datum from his archives had Tip not thought of it for him…
Somehow, I’m picturing Moulan Rouge as seen in the “Lady Marmelade” video. Tip being all five singers and all dancers, of course. Whether this fits with JSStryker’s definition is, or course, up to the individual.
Nick is smart enough to make redundant copies. The goons tasked with extracting the data aren’t smart enough to remove them all.
Plus, A-Sig was planning on re-using the helicopter, so even if they were smart enough to remove all the copies, they would have wanted that data on-board.
I have to say that when SpaceX and Virgin Galactic finally start offering passenger service, Tip’s current outfit would make a great uniform. For some reason I’m reminded of the halcyon days of Pan Am!
I thought maybe via 2001: A Space Odyssey, but despite Heywood Floyd flying to the Moon on Pan-Am, the attendant’s uniforms were more bathing cap/jumpsuit combos than like Tip’s outfit here, e.g. https://www.bard.edu/files/events/image.php?eid=135643
Dennis Wilkin’s the name
And I serve in the Skin-Horse chain
‘Till Anasigma came
And kidnapped our gang again
In the summer of ‘21
We were stranded and not having fun
In February, Sweetheart was gone,
It was a time we’re regretting, oh, so long…
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
Back from the VR third degree,
And Nick had come up with the key.
“Baron M. told me,
What happened to Virginia Lee.”
Now I don’t mind laying low,
And I don’t care if I can’t gamble my dough.
But don’t say a word about my dress.
I have to put on the very best.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
Like the agents before me,
I will lend a hand.
And like so many around me,
I’ll wear a fashion brand.
Well, I’m Size 18, tried and true,
And I don’t care what Nick thinks I will do.
I swear by my fashion dream obsessed,
You can’t bring a Wilkin down
When he’s finely dressed.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
—from “The Night They Drove Ol’ Dixie Down,” written by Robbie Robertson, sung by The Band. Or Joan Baez.
Tip has everything tailored. Nothing off the rack would ever fit, because he’s not built like a woman. So he wouldn’t really have a “size”.
But if he’s kept up his military physique, he’s probably a size 14 from the waist down, but more like a size 20 or even a 22 in the chest – definitely a 22 when he was wearing his fake boobs.
“I know where the Boneyard is. It’s a safe house for AIs, gee-whiz. In one escapade I got stains on my suede. But, what the hell, that’s just show biz.”
I was thinking what an awesome name the Neon Boneyard is for you guys to come up with… and then I find out it’s a real place. Further proof that normal Las Vegas would fit right into the Skin Horse universe with only minor modifications!
Also, the little details and color matching on Tip’s outfits is a constant delight – I’m the opposite of a fashion person, but for some reason seeing people who dress well makes me happy. 🙂
A fascinating limitation! Given that Nick’s “meat brain” remains his seat of consciousness this implies his attention acts to bring one avatar at a time “into focus”. His main body must be running on – if you’ll forgive the expression – autopilot.
Regardless, I’m certain Nick could’ve retrieved that datum from his archives had Tip not thought of it for him…
Dr. Lee must still be unconscious, or she could mojo herself and Nick back into his main body.
Nick’s recognition of Tip’s contributions may sound grudging, but deep down he knows Tip has his back on this vitally important quest.
In my mind’s eye I see Nick and Tip rescuing Virginia in a series of short montages while the theme from “The Odd Couple” plays! 😉
Tip’s memory palace must be a thing of wonder to behold.
Or the most frightening thing you’d never want to see!
Somehow, I’m picturing Moulan Rouge as seen in the “Lady Marmelade” video. Tip being all five singers and all dancers, of course. Whether this fits with JSStryker’s definition is, or course, up to the individual.
That thought is just as disturbing as Baron creating his own Vegas entirely populated with other Barons.
Thought so, about the Neon Boneyard. But I also thought Ira lifted Nick’s Skin Horse database. Just copied it?
Nick is smart enough to make redundant copies. The goons tasked with extracting the data aren’t smart enough to remove them all.
Plus, A-Sig was planning on re-using the helicopter, so even if they were smart enough to remove all the copies, they would have wanted that data on-board.
I have to say that when SpaceX and Virgin Galactic finally start offering passenger service, Tip’s current outfit would make a great uniform. For some reason I’m reminded of the halcyon days of Pan Am!
I thought maybe via 2001: A Space Odyssey, but despite Heywood Floyd flying to the Moon on Pan-Am, the attendant’s uniforms were more bathing cap/jumpsuit combos than like Tip’s outfit here, e.g.
https://www.bard.edu/files/events/image.php?eid=135643
lol, I can just feel the sarcasm radiating from Nick in that last panel.
Nick has his filing system and Tip has his.
Dennis Wilkin’s the name
And I serve in the Skin-Horse chain
‘Till Anasigma came
And kidnapped our gang again
In the summer of ‘21
We were stranded and not having fun
In February, Sweetheart was gone,
It was a time we’re regretting, oh, so long…
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
Back from the VR third degree,
And Nick had come up with the key.
“Baron M. told me,
What happened to Virginia Lee.”
Now I don’t mind laying low,
And I don’t care if I can’t gamble my dough.
But don’t say a word about my dress.
I have to put on the very best.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
Like the agents before me,
I will lend a hand.
And like so many around me,
I’ll wear a fashion brand.
Well, I’m Size 18, tried and true,
And I don’t care what Nick thinks I will do.
I swear by my fashion dream obsessed,
You can’t bring a Wilkin down
When he’s finely dressed.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the slots weren’t ringing.
The night they shut Las Vegas down
And the lounge acts weren’t singing.
We went, “Na, na, na, na-na, na…”
—from “The Night They Drove Ol’ Dixie Down,” written by Robbie Robertson, sung by The Band. Or Joan Baez.
(I don’t know if Tip is Size 18 or not.)
Tip has everything tailored. Nothing off the rack would ever fit, because he’s not built like a woman. So he wouldn’t really have a “size”.
But if he’s kept up his military physique, he’s probably a size 14 from the waist down, but more like a size 20 or even a 22 in the chest – definitely a 22 when he was wearing his fake boobs.
Remarkable as ever, Robert.
Bravo!
“I know where the Boneyard is. It’s a safe house for AIs, gee-whiz. In one escapade I got stains on my suede. But, what the hell, that’s just show biz.”
I was thinking what an awesome name the Neon Boneyard is for you guys to come up with… and then I find out it’s a real place. Further proof that normal Las Vegas would fit right into the Skin Horse universe with only minor modifications!
Also, the little details and color matching on Tip’s outfits is a constant delight – I’m the opposite of a fashion person, but for some reason seeing people who dress well makes me happy. 🙂