Episode 6 Comfort

Kongo

Kongo on the example of a man just got in the chair and, listening to the feelings, dissatisfied noted:
"Sleep while sitting will be uncomfortable."
"So who makes you sleep in the chair?" he said absently, not looking up from his Internet "normal people sleep in bed."
"Where?"
"Hold on a second, please, I will save the links, and than get to your cabin."
"My cabin?!" the question turned out a little louder than she wanted.

"Yeah." Human raised his head in surprise. "I think it's better classic-style furnishings, bedroom is not the place to exercise creativity."
"So, here it is..." Kongo waved his hand over his the conning tower, turned whatever it is - is not a bedroom?
"Of course not!"
"I see. And where will your bedroom be then?"
Human sighed heavily.
"First, not mine, but yours. And secondly, how do I know where you have more rooms? After all, whose corps is this, mine or yours?"

"I have no other areas" Kongo hissed, folding her hands on his chest.
"why ... "no"?" - human looked round unbelievably, shaking his head. "Okay, even if there are no other rooms, you have one Central superstructure the size of a nine-story house. What, you can't find a dozen cubic meters of free space in it?"
Mechanically calling the scheme, Kongo looked at it.
Well, the layout of the ship's add-ons it is quite free, as they placed only that under the deck can not be placed, like radar, rangefinder and sensors of the observation system. And if, for example, to remake ... stop, She really was going to do it? Right now? In the middle of the ocean?
"Unable. Even if I wanted to," she replied, hastily turning scheme.

"Why?"
"You can make yourself a surgical operation? Any modernization of the ship is carried out at the repair base. Based on engineering simulator calculations."
Human on its stupid of habit scratched the back of his head, muttering:
"But in anime you can do yourself to pieces to share, like a transformer."
Kongo presented itself in the form of versed on the part of the transformer, and shuddered.
"Why?!"

"Well… " human shrugged uncertainly. "Grown for yourselves all sorts of devices or even unite yours hulls."
Kongo shivered from disgust, but to comment on such nonsense did not. Not enough to understand that there are some perverts invented. Corps to unite... it is only human beings could come!

"Oh God, you're difficult" sighed the human.
"Why do you care about me?!" she got angry.
"I take care of myself" human said sullenly, looking round. "Dealing with evil and sleepy ship of Fog harmful to health. You are not a present."

Kongo was momentarily speechless with indignation. Isn't she a present?! How dare he…

"Look, why did you take me off the island?" human pointed a finger at her.
"For information" she said in an icy tone, wondering again if it was worth doing at all.
"Aha. Well, here's the information: for the normal functioning of mental models requires certain conditions. Believe me, this is not a whim, habitability — one of the most important characteristics of the ship. That I am now about…"

"I know what habitability is" she interrupted irritably.
"And if you know, then why treat it with disregard? Here are the clothes you wear! What, you can't do without her?"

"This will require constant use of resources to protect against hostile environment."
"Right, but it's the same here. You can sleep on the bare floor, heating it, and you can lie down once created a bed. Economy, isn't it?"

Kongo remembered their calculations and reluctantly nodded. To argue with the fact that the one-time consumption of resources to create an object much more economical was stupid.

"Finally! How far is this base?"
"About a day and a half cruising course."
Human raised his eyebrows questioningly and remained silent.
With a weary sigh, Kongo started the engines, heading for the repair base.
Still, there was a certain reason for all this. And his previous advice was reasonable.
Hearing her sigh, the man became concerned.

"How long have you been up? Well, I mean, how long have you been awake?"
"Sixty-three hours."
"Damn, I'm fool! You must be tired."

It's hard to argue with that. On both counts. His search, a walk around the island, the recent fuss with the situation of the combat cabin, all this pretty tired her. Of course, not enough to reduce the operating parameters, but still rest would not hurt. And the avatar-in the first place.

Suddenly the man's expression became pleading.
"Kongo, can you wait another five minutes? I here archive "The Daily Yomiuri" found, on English, now couple of outlets'll copy."

"Too narrow. Kongo, can you make it wider."

"It's stable now, I can't control him anymore" she grimaced irritably.

"Sorry, I didn't understand" human frowned.

"I can create two types of objects. The first..." as an example, Kongo pointed to her dress. "is formed from active nanomaterials, which retain their shape and parameters only as long as I control them."

"The second," - this time she pointed to the sofa, "is objects where the nanomaterial changed its physical state, forming a stable structure with the properties specified in the simulation. And after the conversion, I can't change them."

"Oh, I see. Damn, but not break same now. Stop, and if…"
Human turned his head, squinted, as if trying to figure something out.

"Right! I can expand the banquettes."
"What?"

"One moment." Rushing to his terminal, he typed in a search query. "Here, look. And here's a blanket and pillow. Not so much, but a couple of days will do."

Mentally sighing, the Kongo was built by the images model, filling in the nanomaterial.
"Fine!" Human fairly rubbed his hands, drew created banquettes to a corner couch, put it on the pillow and then patted it with his hand, nodded:
"Now lie down."

Uncertainly looking around the resulting bed, Kongo squinted at the man... and immediately angry at her confusion. Is she embarrassed? Who, she?

She leaned on her knee, intending to lie down, but the man stopped her, literally moaning:
"At least take off your shoes!" and, covering himself with a blanket, he muttered under his breath:

"My God, how helpless you are."

Helpless?! But this time the indignation came out sluggish. Only now, when the load on the avatar fell, Kongo realized how she was tired. So silently pulled the blanket on his nose and unexpectedly yawned, closing his eyes.

Really, comfortable and somehow ... cozy. If earlier she had to either lower the sensation of the projection, or even out the ambient temperature to get rid of the discomfort, now ... Having shifted to a more comfortable position, the Kongo curled into a ball, quickly falling asleep.

Okay, she'll think about it tomorrow.