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Post by Felix Nicholas on Mar 3, 2015 8:43:09 GMT -6
Felix grinned a touch sheepishly at the guy's remark, but he knew there was no poison to his words. It must be quite overwhelming to have such an amount of wealthy people wanting to back your project; Felix didn't exactly play on his family's financial state often if barely at all. He didn't like the social stereotype that came with being wealthy, and while his Father did provide for Felix when he needed it, the radio host would quite prefer to earn his own... Another factor as to why he'd decided not to become his Father's business prodigy.
Felix's smile fell slightly at Tim's words, although he quickly replaced it with another; The whole "mutants being a secret" thing hadn't exactly played out well the past half year. The world was more then aware of them as a whole, even if some world governments were still declaring the violent acts which were caught on camera last year as nothing more then creative fear mongering terrorism by normal human beings, the fact remained that many still knew. Still feared. That entire time wasn't exactly something Felix wanted to spend too long thinking about, and although Tim's project was likely a drop in the ocean of the hatred their kind suffered... It was still something. A step in the right direction.
Felix watched as Tim began to fiddle with the console, pressing buttons and fiddling with dials. He turned back to the large monitor, pressing a few buttons on the main keypad, setting up the basic radio broadcast program. Everything seemed in order, no misplaced files or code. It seemed no one had even booted it up since he'd left, which saddened him a touch; No one had even tried to continue it, even in it's basic broadcasting mode?
Almost a if reading his mind, and Felix had no idea if Tim could or not, although he doubted it considering he didn't feel that touch of someone doing so, he brought up the others on the radio's rosta.
"I didn't run the entre thing by myself, no. There were quite a few others on the list," He confirmed. "I honestly expected one of them to at least try to run this place on it's basic settings when I left if nothing else." Then again, he had left it set to the program he'd designed to be used with his mutant ability; Perhaps they couldn't work out how to shift it back to it's basic mode? He really should have written a manual or something. He smiled again with a chuckle at the mention of Frank. "She was one of the people who practically didn't leave this place alone. But then she seems to take on everything she signs up for with such enthusiasm."
The main broadcasting stream was updating now, Felix settling back in his chair with folded arms and a proud smile as he watched the window on the monitor steadily fill up as it did so.
He snapped his gaze to Tim as a whine imitated from the console, blinking at him as he quickly corrected it; The guy had a talent for understanding technology it seemed.
"Hey, if I'd have been in your position, I'd have been all over this stuff at the first opportunity," He laughed brightly, waving a hand at Tim. "So don't worry about it." He then tilted his head slightly to one side. "You know, you're pretty good. I'd ask you if you fancied joining the rosta here if I didn't want to tear you away from your own work."
Felix's smile fell slightly at Tim's words, although he quickly replaced it with another; The whole "mutants being a secret" thing hadn't exactly played out well the past half year. The world was more then aware of them as a whole, even if some world governments were still declaring the violent acts which were caught on camera last year as nothing more then creative fear mongering terrorism by normal human beings, the fact remained that many still knew. Still feared. That entire time wasn't exactly something Felix wanted to spend too long thinking about, and although Tim's project was likely a drop in the ocean of the hatred their kind suffered... It was still something. A step in the right direction.
Felix watched as Tim began to fiddle with the console, pressing buttons and fiddling with dials. He turned back to the large monitor, pressing a few buttons on the main keypad, setting up the basic radio broadcast program. Everything seemed in order, no misplaced files or code. It seemed no one had even booted it up since he'd left, which saddened him a touch; No one had even tried to continue it, even in it's basic broadcasting mode?
Almost a if reading his mind, and Felix had no idea if Tim could or not, although he doubted it considering he didn't feel that touch of someone doing so, he brought up the others on the radio's rosta.
"I didn't run the entre thing by myself, no. There were quite a few others on the list," He confirmed. "I honestly expected one of them to at least try to run this place on it's basic settings when I left if nothing else." Then again, he had left it set to the program he'd designed to be used with his mutant ability; Perhaps they couldn't work out how to shift it back to it's basic mode? He really should have written a manual or something. He smiled again with a chuckle at the mention of Frank. "She was one of the people who practically didn't leave this place alone. But then she seems to take on everything she signs up for with such enthusiasm."
The main broadcasting stream was updating now, Felix settling back in his chair with folded arms and a proud smile as he watched the window on the monitor steadily fill up as it did so.
He snapped his gaze to Tim as a whine imitated from the console, blinking at him as he quickly corrected it; The guy had a talent for understanding technology it seemed.
"Hey, if I'd have been in your position, I'd have been all over this stuff at the first opportunity," He laughed brightly, waving a hand at Tim. "So don't worry about it." He then tilted his head slightly to one side. "You know, you're pretty good. I'd ask you if you fancied joining the rosta here if I didn't want to tear you away from your own work."
