作者 主题: 【R5】p.12-15 机师的经验 THE RIGGER EXPERIENCE  (阅读 6133 次)

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« 于: 2021-06-15, 周二 12:50:37 »
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Now that you’ve gotten my view of rigging, I’d like to toss out the views of some friends with very specific experiences. They’ve introduced themselves in each piece, but I’d like to remind everyone here that none of these guys are runners. These are real-world riggers. Rigging the shadows is a whole different animal that I’ll cover later.



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MY NAME IS ALLEN WALTERS, and I’m a CAS Navy rigger. That’s what we call ourselves. We have an official title that breaks down into a bunch of letters, but based on what I heard from the
guy who asked me to do this, the readers don’t care. They want to know what it’s like to be one with the machines, especially the hottest milspec tech machines out there. I’ll tell you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Each type of rigging is different. I’ve flown drones, planes, helicopters, and VTOLs; sailed skiffs, tugs, cruisers, and subs; and every one brings a different rush. And not just the different types, each different craft has its own feel. They all make you feel like a superhero. Sometimes you’re flying faster than sound, other times you’re hovering over a scene and blasting away at the enemy or diving beneath the surface to creep up undetected.
I handle air and water myself. I don’t do much land time except for the occasional duck, but those are never dirtdigging for long. Water’s my favorite. There’s just something about the peace of the depths or the roll of the waves as you glide along. The freedom of life without roads or lanes. Feeling the coolness of the water like it’s gliding over your whole body or knowing when you’re hiding under the thermocline because you can feel it as you pass. All that keeps me coming back. The sky has its freedoms as well, but it’s not peaceful. The ever-present battle with gravity tinges everything, but it also tweaks the rush just a little more. One wrong move and gravity’s got you, pulling you down, but I’m a rigger. Falling doesn’t mean hitting the ground. The rush is there, but I’ve got tricks that channel th rush for my good. I can let gravity take me and drop like a rock. It’s a move that would have stick-jockeys pulling the ejector cord, but I can hold out and then pop right back up in the fight.
Rigging is a rush, rigging is peace.
Rigging is living.


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I’M RICHARD LINCOLN, but people call me Goggles. I’m not a combat pilot or a police rigger, I’m just a guy with a control rig. I like to call myself a freelance rigger. I’m not a shadowrunner or anything. I just work for lots of different people rigging lots of different rides. I’m kind of the jack-of-all-trades rigger. I often operate several different vehicles in one day. Most people get what I do confused with simple remote commanding but I only offer my services to people who want me jumped in. Sometimes it’s a rich executive who wants me as his car or plane because he likes that extra feeling of security. I’ve worked as a camera drone for a famous trid star who wanted a real person snapping her photos for the red carpet walk. I’ve handled cargo runs for drone delivery services because they need to use different routes to avoid trouble. I’ve handled taking out a billionaire’s yacht filled with drones and spent the whole time in the engine room because he didn’t want his guests to see any staff but he wanted his drones to be extra responsive. I like doing recovery dives in subdrones for people who’ve lost valuables overboard or who like hunting for imaginary treasure but don’t know how to drive a submersible.
I do it all. Rigging is my life and my living.




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I’M DESIKA “DIZZY” MONTGOMERY, a rigger for DocWagon’s High Threat Response teams. Being a rigger for DocWagon is a special gig. I can be the angel of mercy or the angel of death, depending which side of the bracelet your on. I started the same way we all do, on a rig. In this case a regular old Ford ambulance. Nothing special. I was an EMT rolling in and checking on our “Golden Oldies,” as we call them. I grew up working on my dad’s old truck, and it only took six months before the garage stopped sending me on runs and kept me back slapping duct tape on the rigs to keep them running. For all you who don’t know, medical folks call ambulances “rigs.” Got nothing to do with rigging like a rigger—it’s just a nickname. Time in the garage gives you a chance
to see “them,” those clean-dressed, slicked-hair gods that run the Ospreys and Black Mariah’s. They give you a little nod as they pass, and you want to just scream and ask for an autograph.
That was then. I am one now, and I’m not sure where the glamour went. I just know can’t find it. Might be that I run an HTR team on the edge of hell and they were working the downtownbeat but the point is the awe. And the start. I applied for my control rig before my first year was up and I got it during my third. I thought I was ready to go then, but boy was I a dim bulb. Training took me out of the field for almost another year, but by the end I was certified in everything. But understand, certified doesn’t mean squat. When I finished training I could operate DocWagon’s vehicles. Now that I’ve had a decade on the streets, I can make a Black Mariah dance the tango, while running a perimeter with a quad of rotos, and bringing in a Osprey for a hot scoop.
I can fly in, roll in, or buzz in and every one feels just a little different. Every one has its little perks. Whether I’m chuffing along as a big Osprey and feel like the biggest beast on the block or zipping down an alley as a Roto-Drone to run off a hostile, I can get whatever feeling I want from the range of rigs DocWagon has to offer.
Do I miss patching them up? Maybe a little. But I can save dozens of lives at once by handling my rigs. I wouldn’t give up rigging for anything. It’s the reason I get up every night with a smile and a bounce in my step.




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MY NAME IS SGT. GUTHRIE MICHAELSON, but my squaddies call me Gunmetal. I operate close-quarters mechanized support for the CAS Army. That means I’m an Army rigger, but I specialize in close-quarters drone operations. I’m not the Wandjina Vagina dropping ordnance from a few klicks up, or the MPUV driver dropping the squad in a hotzone, or the Stonewall rigger popping off ordnance into random buildings to make myself feel useful. I’m the guy who’s right there with my squad as they kick in doors and clear a room. I’m their eyes in the sky, making sure they’ve got a clean way out. And if the way gets dirty, I’m the first one there with the broom to sweep it clean.
I run everything from the SpyBall they’re each hauling to the Condor overhead, keeping an eye on everything. They especially love when I run the Lynx and kick in doors right by their side, or run the Dalmatians through their paces to keep the whole zone clean. Being a rigger is being part of the team—a big part of the team. My drones pack more ordnance than the whole squad combined and when they get hit, they don’t bleed. I make the sacrifices if I can. But if I do my job right, it’s a moot point. Nobody gets hurt. Well, nobody on my side.
I always have a tough time describing what it actually feels like, because it feels just like how it feels. The rig and the adaptations make it all feel natural. Take the Fly-Spy. I could describe it as flying and that seems obvious, but that only works for me. Problem is, it’s the only way I can describe it. It feels totally natural, as if I’m an insect with wings and little legs, and I’m flying. I think “up,” but what I really mean is “increase wing flap speed, alter wing angle, shift head and thorax angle, tuck back legs,” and dozens of other things that we don’t really think about; they’re just things we do when we move. It’s like having a whole new body every time. Roto-Drones give you the strange sensation of being upside down but right-side up all at once, like your legs are above your shoulders and your head is upright—but it’s located at the bottom of your torso. It sounds completely unnatural, but it feels totally normal while you’re jumped in. I like the Steel Lynx best. It makes me feel like I’m right in there with my guys, and I’m one tough SOB. It’s the posture that really does it, though. I feel like I’m prowling and spitting fire.
I can’t make it all sound good. I’ve been dropped off duty for detox plenty of times when I get addicted to the feeds. A little physical activity never killed anybody, but you sure feel like it will after a few months of doing all your rocking and rolling with your brain. It’s a balance, but at least they let us go back to getting our fix on after a little while off. They’d lose too many of us, too quickly if we washed out every time we got addicted to the sim. Best to just accept it. We do.


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FIRST OFF, I’M DALE EARNHARDT V. If ya ain’t never heard of me, I’m the great-great-grandson of the famous “Intimidator.” Also, you’ve been livin’ under a rock. Bein’ the sixth generation of racer in NASCAR was all I wanted when I was young, and my early success was nice. It just wasn’t enough. While NASCAR kept a lot of the same rules for over a century, lots of thangs have changed elsewhere in racing. That’s why I got my SpIntimidator control rig and moved over to the Formula 1 circuit. Now I’m not just a driver—I am the car. I’ll admit, the crashes hurt more, but the rush of the speed and control I have when rocketing around Monaco makes the 220 curve at Talladega feel like your sittin’ at home on the couch in Louisiana watchin’ paint dry.
It’s not just the speed. Everyone’s seen my ’75 French GrandPrix finish where I dropped back, clipped Gerhardt’s wheel, did a 360 spin and twist over the finish line, and landed flat on all four wheels. Some call me a liar, but that was on purpose. I took the fine just to prove a point to the world of why F1 racing makes any oval-rolling meat drive race look like kids play. Those are the tricks we can pull off. Had to wait to the finish, because I didn’t even make a victory lap on those busted spindles, but that’s the next evolution. Give me a ride that can take that beating, and I’ll give you the ultimate race.
Riggin’ changed the world. Some parts just ain’t caught up yet.



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YOU DON’T KNOW ME, BUT YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME. I’m Aleksya “Spider” Watada, and being a rigger is all I’ve ever known. I was born with no arms or legs and too much nerve damage to get cyberlimbs. I was born into the Watada-rengo, and while I was born the double negative of a girl and a gimp, I was cherished by my mother who had lost many before me. My state is a compromise between a father who wanted resources and a mother willing to do anything to have a child. What is that state? I had my first control rig implanted before I’d lived a year. I’m sure my father had figured I wouldn’t survive, but I did. I’ve cost him hundreds of thousands of nuyen over the years, but I’ve made him millions.
Rigging for me is more than just controlling vehicles—it’s my natural state of motion. I’ve adapted over the years, and while I have no arms or legs I have a mind that doesn’t stop. I earned my name, not by being the security spider for some corporation, but for the legs and arms I built for myself. Yes, I am that Spider.
I drive for the Watada-rengo, and I am their best. I’ll admit others are better with many of the drones we use, but my skills there are adequate, and I know how to command them to best serve my driving. When I’m in control, I am a prima-ballerina no matter how bulky the armored limo that is my metal flesh. I’ve never done ballet, obviously, but I’ve stood in awe at its grace. I know what it looks like, and that’s what I see on the faces of those who see me drive.

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NAME’S JOE MANIAITIS, and I work for Mitsuhama Construction as an industrial site rigger. Most people hear rigger and think about crazy flying and driving tricks. That’s not me. I rig for precision. It’s actually quite funny, because I’m usually operating 100 tons of machine clinging to the side of a mining or construction operation using connectors you could fit in the palm of your hand, but that’s my job. Well, part of my job. The other part is the opposite end where I’m running the demo-drone setting up a blast, or buzzing into a shaft to check stability and air quality.
I’m not what most expect of a rigger. Nothing I do is fancy, and my drones are just tools. I use them like extra bodies to get me to places it isn’t safe to hang out, sometimes literally. They’re an extension of me, and full of tools to put my skills to use. I’ve only run the sim feed over the redline once, and it was to make sure my weld was perfect. I spend too much time in dangerous places where anything can go wrong to risk frying my brain.



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TRYING TO DESCRIBE RIGGING IS LIKE TRYING TO DESCRIBE SEX. It’s always good, but it’s the inexplicable nuances of each partner that make it unique. Each car is like a new partner. I’m Everett Holtun, Transportation Security Specialist with SecureTech, Inc. I operate primarily around the Chicago sprawl, so I’ve seen some crazy things in my time but being a rigger gives you a special set of skills and abilities one doesn’t have when they operate a vehicle manually or even via standard remote control.
Let me clear a few points up early on. I don’t use an RCC, because I do one thing and one thing only: I drive. I’d like to claim I’m the best at what I do, but I’m smart, not cocky. I know I’m good, but I also know someone else could be better, and keeping that in mind is one of my cardinal rules. I only drive two cars. A slightly modified 2075 Saab Dynamit and a heavily modified Mitsubishi Nightsky. The Saab is for those single clients willing to forsake the spacious back of a limo, while the Nightsky is for everybody else. I’ve driven others over the years and I’m eye-balling the Gladius and some new security vehicles that are coming out, but right now these two are my girls. I know every inch of them.
These two points give me a very focused perspective on rigging. I’m always about putting the rubber to the road when the time comes. I feel the grip of the tires like pressure on my palms and feet. I know how far I can tip it before I go on two wheels and how far before I flip clean over. I can pop a door or push my shocks to make sure I roll back onto my wheels and keep moving. I can skim through an alley at a 100 kph while aggressively diverting pursuit with onboard weapons or just keep rolling in traffic while I spot a sniper and call in support. All done as naturally as walking and talking.
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