<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/74814.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Avenger<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Rurouni Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Husk, Wolvieface when he gets there<br/></span></span><hr/>Tony now moves to his holographic work table, and he plops down on the stool next to it. He takes a deep breath as he leans his elbow on the edge of the table, his other hand reaching out to grasp the glass canister containing the nanotech. His tired eyes stare at the canister, the contents inside of it almost looking like a thick gel. Silently he just stares at it, his head tilted to one side. After a few more moments he puts the canister down abruptly, and he rubs his eyes with his left hand. Sitting up a little on his workstool, he now swivels in the seat, looking out towards his workshop. A look of determine draws across his handsome features as he sits there, and slowly he pushes himself to his feet.<br/><br/>Once more he turns, scooping up the canister of nanites. He speaks as he turns it in his hand, as if inspecting every side of the canister.   “Mark VIII file… nanotech to be incorporated into the exosuit. Should increase user interface times.. nanites of this generation range from approximately 10 to 85 nanometers, quantum mechanical effects are of course in place, given the quantum realm scale we are dealing with.”   The tech jargin rolls off his tongue as if it were nothing more than sharing the score of last night’s game with a friend.<br/><br/>He sets the canister down once more, and he absently snaps his fingers and then lightly slap his hands together as he starts to pace. His eyes are cast down as he speaks, his mind now fully awake.   “This generation was assembled using the bottom-up approach. Devices were built from molecular components with assembled themselves chemically by principles of molecular recognition. That same theory can be employed in the Mark VIII platform.”  He’s brought barely out of his thoughts as his faithful servant Jarvis speaks.   ++Sir, detecting a transmission using the PN-235 frequency. It is ori--++    “Tell Domino about it. She can handle it.”   And that’s exactly what Jarvis does, relaying the information to Domino.<br/><br/>Tony now stops in front of his worktable, and he once more rubs his eyes with the palm of one of his hands, his other resting on the tabletop.  “Exacting equations are still with the origination organisms, so we’re going to have to improvise. Should be able to make the nanomachines more efficient and adaptive. Equations are…”   he takes in a deep breath and once more he starts to pace, snapping his fingers and lightly smacking his hands together as he does.   “Log coefficient and variable 2 times x equals log coefficient variable A times X over log coefficient subset variable A times 2.”   ++Using those parameters should increase efficiency nearly 91%.++   Tony nods a little as he continues to pace slowly, now moving in a wide circle along the edges of his workshop.    “Yep.. construction equals need to set up. So… T equals materials plus energy… over… 2500 times 1 plus raw supply times base of 2 with exponent of current generation times universal coefficient. What does that do for us?”  He continues to pace, and not a second after he asks the question he makes the ‘hurry up’ gesture with his hands, his eyes still on the floor in front of him.   ++If the constants remain, the nanotech will be able to self-manufacture infinitely. The efficiency of actual manufacture has been increased.++   Once more he nods as he turns abruptly and walks to his worktable.  “We’re going to have to program them chemically so we have both passive and active nanodevices.”     ++Easily done, sir.++<br/><br/>“Use the power plant systems from the Deep Space armor to accommodate whatever we need for the nanotech environment. Show me the schematics.”   He looks up as the holotable comes to life, a grid outline of the Deep Space armor showing in the hologram. The hologram turns and zooms in on a small area of the upper back, and the shell of the hologram disassembles itself until it shows a complex series of wires and tubes. Tony studies it meticulously, and he then reaches out to the hologram. With his touch, the intangible image is manipulated as if it were a real thing. He pulls some wires loose and reattaches them to other nodes, or pulls them free completely. Some of the piping is pulled free of their housings and connectors and essentially repurposed. After almost 10 minutes of work he steps back, his arms crossed over his chest, inspecting his work. He nods a little as he thinks, and then speaks in a soft tone.   “Make it happen.”    ++At once, sir.++    The Deep Space armor is now moved from it’s display, disappearing into the floor below the display. Somewhere deep under the mountain, hundreds of small machines come to life and begin to cannibalize the Deep Space armor, remaking bits of it into what Tony had laid out.<br/><br/>And as his machines work, he flops down on his stool. He leans back on the chair, his head tilted up. One of his hands reach up, brushing over the glowing center under his shirt. The glow of the arc reactor imbedded in his chest showing through the shirt itself. He absently rubs the surface of the reactor, almost in the same way an old soldier would rub an old war wound. The kind of thing you do to perhaps sooth an aching body part. And for Tony Stark, that arc reactor is essentially his heart.<br/>