Apparently some things are universal, and that seems to include machine languages. Dustin knows binary. Assuming Cal is referring to the same sort of binary Dustin knows here, anyway. That would imply that BD-1 is modulating raw code, which--
--Like a modem. Shit, I'm so stupid. Dustin's eyes glitter with keen interest and something else, something slightly more unnatural about how his pupils dilate and shimmy, like he's dreaming with his eyes open. In his mind Dustin is playing back every dial-up noise he's heard over the last 10 years and connecting them to the networking protocols he knows about.
Dustin is not exactly a casual observer.
...No, this is interesting, but not useful. BD-1 must be using a different encryption method. Just like that, it's over. Dustin blinks a couple of times and his eyes refocus. I can't assume that he was developed to communicate over an Earth-based telephone network. Might need to brute force this.
He scoots around Cal's back, trying to get a better look at the droid that's been mostly hidden behind his shoulder. "Can he interface with a terminal?" Dustin asks, somehow even more animated than he was a few minutes ago. "Doesn't have to be two-way. A screen? Printer? Anything with raw output." Are there even any working ones left in the ruined city? Maybe there are in the spaceships, but even if there aren't, Dustin figures that he could build his own from the scraps and casually puts his worries aside.
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--Like a modem. Shit, I'm so stupid. Dustin's eyes glitter with keen interest and something else, something slightly more unnatural about how his pupils dilate and shimmy, like he's dreaming with his eyes open. In his mind Dustin is playing back every dial-up noise he's heard over the last 10 years and connecting them to the networking protocols he knows about.
Dustin is not exactly a casual observer.
...No, this is interesting, but not useful. BD-1 must be using a different encryption method. Just like that, it's over. Dustin blinks a couple of times and his eyes refocus. I can't assume that he was developed to communicate over an Earth-based telephone network. Might need to brute force this.
He scoots around Cal's back, trying to get a better look at the droid that's been mostly hidden behind his shoulder. "Can he interface with a terminal?" Dustin asks, somehow even more animated than he was a few minutes ago. "Doesn't have to be two-way. A screen? Printer? Anything with raw output." Are there even any working ones left in the ruined city? Maybe there are in the spaceships, but even if there aren't, Dustin figures that he could build his own from the scraps and casually puts his worries aside.