Clu settled back onto the medical bed with a bit of a sigh as the targeted energy waves went to work once again, soothing away the worst of the additional pain that his code brother had inadvertently sparked. At the pat on his good hand, though he wrapped it briefly around his code brother's giving a reassuring squeeze, accompanied by another, gentler --status ok-- ping. No harm done, and he really did appreciate the gesture. His body just wasn't quite up to it at the moment.
His assessment of Gana was an accurate one, but she smiled slightly at having her authority in this particular part of the Grid recognized. Her expression regained its seriousness though, as she brought up a window bearing the damage readout on Clu with a few taps of her datapad, projected so that they both could see. "The patient suffered low to mid-level code fracturing to 65% of his shell and more severe damage to another 20% as a combined result of a fall from a significant height and the impact of several pieces of debris. His left leg was already derezzed below the knee when he was brought in, but we were able to stabilize it to prevent the damage from cascading any further. We were concerned that he was going to lose most of the left arm too, given the particular pattern of damage to that area, but we managed to stabilize it and keep it largely in one piece." As she described the damage, she indicated the relevant sections on the projection, aware that medical projections could be a bit cryptic to those not in her profession. "Yellow on the projection indicates mild damage, orange indicates moderate damage, and red indicates severe damage, while green is intact code."
There was... a rather alarming amount of red on the projection, unsurprisingly centered in his left leg and arm, and much of it surrounded by orange. Yellow was more evenly distributed, but really only his head and right arm seemed to be entirely in green. Gana swiped a finger across her pad to shift the projection to a different view, a sphere of multiple layers of code instead of a general physical overview. "Fortunately, when the Creator built him, he made him sturdy. As you can see here..."- she zoomed in through several different layers of code to show an inner section, one almost entirely in green- "...his core coding- directive, personality, memory, and function data- are all intact. There was some minor damage to his energy distribution algorithms, but nothing that can't be repaired by a combination of our skills and his own self-repair functions."
"In short, Administrator," she said, directing this particular comment solely to him, "I'm glad to report that your brother will live to be a helpful nuisance another millicycle." She gave him another small smile, this one of mingled amusement and reassurance. He hadn't exactly been subtle about how worried he'd been, and his earlier than expected arrival had only proved his desperation to get there. She knew very well how long it would've taken him to get there using the pointer she'd issued had he read the whole thing and used proper safeties.
The smile faded from her expression once again though as she continued. "However, I must stress that the patient still suffered serious damage, and the only reason his condition isn't any worse is how solidly he's put together. Your average data pusher would have been completely derezzed. The chances of the construction workers he helped to rescue avoiding such a fate are only somewhat better."
She directed her next comment at Clu alone. "To summarize, you're a very well-built program, but you still only survived this by a combination of sturdy coding and sheer luck, and that's not a combination of factors you want to rely on to save you in the future, am I clear?"
"Eh, luck and sturdy coding is how I've survived most of my runtime," Clu said, offering her the most charming smile he could muster under the circumstances. "Why stop now?" The smile had no effect though, and Gana simply narrowed her eyes at him, regarding him steadily that way until the smile faltered and he held up his good hand slightly in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, message received, loud and clear."
"Good," she said. "Now, do either of you have any questions before I go over his treatment plan?"
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His assessment of Gana was an accurate one, but she smiled slightly at having her authority in this particular part of the Grid recognized. Her expression regained its seriousness though, as she brought up a window bearing the damage readout on Clu with a few taps of her datapad, projected so that they both could see. "The patient suffered low to mid-level code fracturing to 65% of his shell and more severe damage to another 20% as a combined result of a fall from a significant height and the impact of several pieces of debris. His left leg was already derezzed below the knee when he was brought in, but we were able to stabilize it to prevent the damage from cascading any further. We were concerned that he was going to lose most of the left arm too, given the particular pattern of damage to that area, but we managed to stabilize it and keep it largely in one piece." As she described the damage, she indicated the relevant sections on the projection, aware that medical projections could be a bit cryptic to those not in her profession. "Yellow on the projection indicates mild damage, orange indicates moderate damage, and red indicates severe damage, while green is intact code."
There was... a rather alarming amount of red on the projection, unsurprisingly centered in his left leg and arm, and much of it surrounded by orange. Yellow was more evenly distributed, but really only his head and right arm seemed to be entirely in green. Gana swiped a finger across her pad to shift the projection to a different view, a sphere of multiple layers of code instead of a general physical overview. "Fortunately, when the Creator built him, he made him sturdy. As you can see here..."- she zoomed in through several different layers of code to show an inner section, one almost entirely in green- "...his core coding- directive, personality, memory, and function data- are all intact. There was some minor damage to his energy distribution algorithms, but nothing that can't be repaired by a combination of our skills and his own self-repair functions."
"In short, Administrator," she said, directing this particular comment solely to him, "I'm glad to report that your brother will live to be a helpful nuisance another millicycle." She gave him another small smile, this one of mingled amusement and reassurance. He hadn't exactly been subtle about how worried he'd been, and his earlier than expected arrival had only proved his desperation to get there. She knew very well how long it would've taken him to get there using the pointer she'd issued had he read the whole thing and used proper safeties.
The smile faded from her expression once again though as she continued. "However, I must stress that the patient still suffered serious damage, and the only reason his condition isn't any worse is how solidly he's put together. Your average data pusher would have been completely derezzed. The chances of the construction workers he helped to rescue avoiding such a fate are only somewhat better."
She directed her next comment at Clu alone. "To summarize, you're a very well-built program, but you still only survived this by a combination of sturdy coding and sheer luck, and that's not a combination of factors you want to rely on to save you in the future, am I clear?"
"Eh, luck and sturdy coding is how I've survived most of my runtime," Clu said, offering her the most charming smile he could muster under the circumstances. "Why stop now?" The smile had no effect though, and Gana simply narrowed her eyes at him, regarding him steadily that way until the smile faltered and he held up his good hand slightly in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, message received, loud and clear."
"Good," she said. "Now, do either of you have any questions before I go over his treatment plan?"