Forged Fury
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Cyril looked on with little interest. He had no idea what any of that stuff was.
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CanadienneBacon
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[sblock=Knowledge (pop culture) 15]Gazprom Media (Газпром-Медиа) makes the BunBun toy. Gazprom is a Moscow-based multinational company best known for its Integrated Oil and Gas holdings. Out of the Ukraine. Oh, and their stock went soaring in 2014. Until Ukraine recently announced an embargo on Gazprom's planned pipeline to China. These articles were in the news recently:
Gazprom FY 2014 press release
Russian energy dispute
Ukraine playing hardball with Gazprom
What does the price of oil in China have to do with a BunBun in America?[/sblock]
Gazprom FY 2014 press release
Russian energy dispute
Ukraine playing hardball with Gazprom
What does the price of oil in China have to do with a BunBun in America?[/sblock]
It doesn't take Death Otter long to eviscerate the BunBun...and despite her overally weirdness, she does seem to know what she's doing. Piece after piece emerge from its guts and join one another in neat little rows that seem rather in contrast to Otter's anarchic persona. Finally she throws the doll itself and the casing callously into the wastebasket across from the table and uses a magnifying glass to inspect the goods more closely.
"HEY!" she shouts, looking up. "I'M DONE IN...oh you're actually standing there." Otter gives the people still in the kitchen where she was working a nod. "That's kind of creepy."
"ANYWAY."
"So...audiovisual feed. Probably either remote trigger via transmitted signal ooooor it might just always be on, ooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr maybe it turns on when the toy does its thing. The POINT is that it's got some onboard memory HEAH..." she taps one of the chips she confiscated, "...and this is pretty much just scooped right out of a phone or a tablet...or a PHABLET, which are STUPID, and it'll let it access wifi signals...but here's what's cooking my noodle."
Death Otter tapped her temple hard and repeated, "NOODLE," in case it wasn't clear what she meant. "So you'd think with fancy-ass fiber camera and wifi chip that'd be good, right? BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE. It's got an effing SERIAL PORT. Okay?" She burst into laughter. "I mean, like...386, 486, printer port. Among other things. But seriously, it's like DECADES old. And this!"
She pushes at a pair of wires with jawlike clamps on either end. "Just nutty. But I think it's about radio reception, right? This effnugget here can pick up old style analog radio, the wires take that impulse to the PORT here, and that gets wired in to the REST which sort of boils down to a ghetto analog digital..."
Abruptly Death Otter paused and looked up from the pieces at the blank faces. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, tee ell dee arr. It's a bug. It sees things, hears things, and can listen in on radio signals. Transmits the results. Get me my computers and I'll be able to figure out exactly how the output works. But but BUT! Okay, get THIS. Those guys at the toy store?"
She grins ear to ear, as if her face was about to vanish.
"They were Russian mob, right? GUESS WHO MAKES BUNBUNS, BEEYOTCHES?! Russians! Basically!"
Death Otter cackles at that. "Dudes. It's industrial ESPIONAGE. This parent company is mostly OIL. It's BIG BUSINESS, but the Ukraine is screwing them over! So they float these bugged toys in...probably hoping to get some nice juicy blackmail or competitor's inside information or..."
She trailed off for a second, then shook her head. "Actually no. That's stupid. Marks, you've got a mole. Tell Monica Bigbritches or whatever."
"HEY!" she shouts, looking up. "I'M DONE IN...oh you're actually standing there." Otter gives the people still in the kitchen where she was working a nod. "That's kind of creepy."
"ANYWAY."
"So...audiovisual feed. Probably either remote trigger via transmitted signal ooooor it might just always be on, ooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr maybe it turns on when the toy does its thing. The POINT is that it's got some onboard memory HEAH..." she taps one of the chips she confiscated, "...and this is pretty much just scooped right out of a phone or a tablet...or a PHABLET, which are STUPID, and it'll let it access wifi signals...but here's what's cooking my noodle."
Death Otter tapped her temple hard and repeated, "NOODLE," in case it wasn't clear what she meant. "So you'd think with fancy-ass fiber camera and wifi chip that'd be good, right? BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE. It's got an effing SERIAL PORT. Okay?" She burst into laughter. "I mean, like...386, 486, printer port. Among other things. But seriously, it's like DECADES old. And this!"
She pushes at a pair of wires with jawlike clamps on either end. "Just nutty. But I think it's about radio reception, right? This effnugget here can pick up old style analog radio, the wires take that impulse to the PORT here, and that gets wired in to the REST which sort of boils down to a ghetto analog digital..."
Abruptly Death Otter paused and looked up from the pieces at the blank faces. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, tee ell dee arr. It's a bug. It sees things, hears things, and can listen in on radio signals. Transmits the results. Get me my computers and I'll be able to figure out exactly how the output works. But but BUT! Okay, get THIS. Those guys at the toy store?"
She grins ear to ear, as if her face was about to vanish.
"They were Russian mob, right? GUESS WHO MAKES BUNBUNS, BEEYOTCHES?! Russians! Basically!"
Death Otter cackles at that. "Dudes. It's industrial ESPIONAGE. This parent company is mostly OIL. It's BIG BUSINESS, but the Ukraine is screwing them over! So they float these bugged toys in...probably hoping to get some nice juicy blackmail or competitor's inside information or..."
She trailed off for a second, then shook her head. "Actually no. That's stupid. Marks, you've got a mole. Tell Monica Bigbritches or whatever."
KirayaTiDrekan
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Feral comes out of the back, content with the new gym for the moment, "So, the Russians are spying on the FCC? With dolls? I knew this job was crazy."
Death Otter laughed again, appreciatively, then suddenly stopped. "Wait, you were serious? Jesus. Okay, no. They're not spying on the FCC. They got a tipoff the FCC was going to hit that toy store, and sent their boys to stop us. They wanted to STOP the FCC from getting their GRUBBY PAWS on one of these things, because now the whistle can be blown and their whole operation is in jeopardy. DUH."
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
"Maybe all the professional Russian thug schools closed when the Soviet Union fell?" Feral was being sarcastic now.
Forged Fury
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Cyril frowned. "I thought Fisher Price made this thing. I guess the Russians just make it for Fisher Price? Too bad we don't have another one to compare it to... hard to believe they would all be like this. someone would have had to have torn one of these things apart and noticed the weirdness."
"Either way, isn't this something for your FCC eggheads to figure out?"
"Either way, isn't this something for your FCC eggheads to figure out?"
CanadienneBacon
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