HOUR 3

"I would find the excercise gratifying, Bob."

From Seth that admission may have well been the eager ravenings of a maniac.

Bob fights both the rising acids from his stomach as well as the urge to call this obviously guilty manager... Greg. He takes a deep breath and focus his mind on the paycheck, finding peace in the possibility of getting that moody environmental module on the ship finally repaired. "Good afternoon Mr. Goodman. Oh, nothing much, we just trying to figure out who was this Adam and what he was up to before the accident. You know, getting his profile and the sorts. I heard you were his supervisor at the food processing line, is that right?"

By mimicry Seth attempts to mimic the posture and canny of Lloyd. It was his first time sure, but androids were built for this kind of stuff. Seth felt confidence swell in him.

Seth recalled an idiom he had learned from Bob.

"It isn't rocket surgery."

As he inspected the para-jet, he surmised he had finally learned practical "rocket surgery" was. It had in his mind only existed as theoretical until he beheld the science distilled into tangible form.

If he had any appreciation of aesthetics, it would have indicated to him how incredibly stupid a thing he was about to do. But apart from not understanding aesthetics, he also was incapable of feeling fear.

Seth had never worked on a compact fusion drive before. R-Grade technicians were too valuable to was on deathtraps. Still nuclear fusion was the same principle no matter the scale. The math was easy, he was not human, the numbers simply fell into place.

"Lloyd, your poster advertises this skiff moves at 2.2 kilometers per second. Judging by the power cells and its mass relative to the tidal forces. I am certain its V Max speed is significantly higher."

Lloyd stared at the android like he was from another planet.

But Seth, knowing what he did, showed Lloyd what he meant after setting the new course record.

In the middle of the course, the Eye of the Storm, in the period of calm Seth sent Bob a video. The Para-Jet was without a doubt a repurposed nuclear torpedo. It had been repurposed, but that didn't change the what of it. Seth knew, that Bob knew exactly what he was standing on. He wrote a caption on the video. "On a Date with Dr. STRANGELOVE." He cut the video as he neared the opposite stormwall, the lense focused on a sheer wall of glass and crackling dwarf lightning approaching at ~5 kilometers per second.

"Oh yes, we saw the results of what can only be a really bad protocol violation" Adam immediately agrees, trying to gain Mr. Goodman trust. "Though we need to gather enough evidence to convince the big insurance people of that. You know how it is, just paper work that needs to be fillied"

"You see that all the time?" Bob asks surprised. "You'd think after going the training, they'd know it's not the wisest idea to not turn off these machines... No sense can be put into these people I guess" He shrugs sort of agreeing with Mr. Goodman, but emphasizing the training they should have had to prevent that frequency.

"Oh yes, a bonus for someone who'd get is such an accident would look bad. Can I have a copy at the incident report? Just to file it to the case so the big guys know there's some precedence."

Just before leaving, Bob turns back to ask one final question... "You said you managed to catch him? Where you looking to get him? Was he known to be this... careless?"

"Ah yes, if we was up for a bonus, he should have known to follow the rules." Bob sounds as supporting as he can, knowing it might be good to keep the good relationships for know, despite this being potentially what triggered the cause of the accident. "I guess nothing personal about Adam then, nothing particularly suspicious to warrant looking into him specifically, just another plain old incompetent worker" He mindlessly screens the documents Goodman gave him as if actually checking for something "Well than, we thank you for your help. If you think of anything, any other mess Adam could have gotten himself into... maybe with the colleagues or something, let me know. The worse he looks, the faster the process goes."

"Well you know, it's the job. Better collect as much information and evidence as I can than having to do it again and, you know, miss my own bonus" he adds with an grin of confidence on his face. Mentioning bonuses is sure to work with Mr Goodman. Seems like his expertise. "Would you know anyone who could tell me more about these plans Adam had? I'm curious how these people waste their coin around here now that you mention it "