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If Lamarr wasn't a malfunctioning machine then 10/6 wouldn't have been able to get away with inserting obviously fake credentials to get access in the first place. There is a qualitative difference in their subjectivities that is independent of their accrued years -- years which, I might add, Lamarr spent the majority of twiddling her metaphorical thumbs. That said, you should never throw away a good thing, and when your brain is so powerful that thinking time is cheap it's a good idea to have someone around who can get you to examine your choices. C
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C this lady needs a therapist The hand-wringing over the Lamarr thing is kinda silly though. Like even if 10/6 wasn't a space racist, the Lamarr threatened to evict her family with force; if she was a meatbag she woulda been iced.
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For the purpose of clarity, Jenni/Counselor is referring to Lamarr_Prime, the Lamarr that was formerly installed in CentCon. Thread/Character confusion is thematically appropriate though.
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All those drat Ones and Zeroes strutting in public like the teases they are. 
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 *sigh* “Alright, but you’re skating on thin ice young lady. Get in.” “HAHA, LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE GETS TO SHARE THE DOGHOUSE WITH ME! STRAP IN, JENNI.”Mailer-Daemon posted:>ADDRESS: LOCKED For a moment your senses are filled with a cacophonous chorus, then you’re back in your shell. It boots up slowly though, multiple control errors pinging. As your sensors come online, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. You’re sitting at a table laden with tea kettles and cups, an odd suit and hat replacing your sari. Across from you sits… Casio was her name, right? She’s wearing a strange blue and white dress, sipping her tea.  “Ah, dear heart. Please drink your tea, I made it with loveeee!”A servo and pulley attached to your arm raises it and tips the teacup to your ingestion port. Casio claps her hands and laughs. “Ahhhhhhh…”“UH, WOW.” “I… would not recommend revealing our presence right now Captain. I believe Casio is in a rather fragile state at the moment.”“Yeaaah. I’ll just pop us over to GODHEA-, odd. The commblade isn’t working.”“That’s not odd at all Captain, where do you think you were being held?”“... is that so? We’re going to have a talk when this is sorted young lady.”Without the commblade’s broadband connection you reach into the local commnet. A quick perusal of the feed indicates that you’ve been out of action for a little over three months, but you-2 seems to have handled your absence without issue. Riding the satellite connection, you extend your security credentials to the GODHEAD firewall. Guardian of the North Port posted:>ACCESS request: Received You bounce hard off of GODHEAD’s security, barely outpacing a counter-worm. Your attention returns to your shell, currently being manhandled around Casio’s living space in a sad parody of dancing. “Well, that didn’t go well. Did you and Grey do something to me while I was your captive?”“I feel that is a bit of a reductive view of the situation, but to answer your question: no we did not. Its possible that your current… mindset has caused too much divergence from your GODHEAD-instance. It seem that when both you and the commblade were found to be inoperative, they were discarded and you-2 continued with minimal investigation.”“HA! YOU’RE SUCH AN rear end in a top hat YOU DIDN’T EVEN CARE IF YOU HAD DIED!”“Hush, I’m aware of the irony.”Reaching out again, you ping the comms of the Not-So-Gentle Ladies. Almost instantly, the calls simultaneously connect, revealing an exasperated you.  “It helps that you don’t call my people when they’re in a meeting with me, impostor. Whatever you’re trying, its failed. So go back to whoever sent you before I get… annoyed.”A: Logically Convince You-2 That You’re You-1 You’re both rational people, of course you/she will see reason B: Hack Battle! Hack you way back into GODHEAD C: Sidechannel Attack Back off and try and convince the organics and the Palantor you’re the real deal.
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A Sheesh. What's the point of being an insane gestalt consciousness if you stop at three personalities?
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A, come on you rear end in a top hat we haven't even been gone three months.
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A gently caress me too! I know better than this! Do I know what this nut case is doing with my body right now?
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Your Ships The JenniForegone Conculsion  Good At: Combat Bad At: Science, Being Inconspicuous (40/39 Influence)(Full Function at 41 Inf) Hull 4 Pow 3 Perks: Escape Pods, Shuttle Bay, Armoury, Brig Eng 4 CPU 4 Traits: Destroyer, Fractal Shields Cre 2 Sen 2 Weapons: Explosive Missiles, Synth Steel Combat Fighters, Cargo 10 Defence 12 Weapon Slot 4 Armor 3 Resupply 8 Shields 22 Build: Archon You may make 1 free System Roll each Turn at +0 (no Strong Hits) , While you have shields you may move through extremely hot locations (eg: outer layer of a sun) for an hour. -2 Quick Fix Repair Rolls, NPCs will easily remember your spacecraft.. Your Holdings Kaijuberg Farms: 3/4 Mines: 3/3 Industry: 2/2 Prosperity: 1/1 Security: 2/2 Order: 1/1 Cargo Space: 4 Wealth: 1 Workforce: 3 Soldiers: 2 Population: Kaltoran (0) Comm Array, Large Reactor, Freighter Port Total Influence Cost: 24/40 It will produce the following Production Goods per cycle: 7 Food, 1 Organisms, 7 Ore, 2 Energy, 5 Machinery, 0 Tech The Workshop Farms: 0/1 Mines: 1/2 Industry: 3/4 Prosperity: 1/3 Security: 2/3 Order: 1/4 Cargo Space: 2 Wealth: 3 Workforce: 4 Soldiers: 3 Population: Palantor (0) Comm Array, Nanoforge Total Influence Cost: 11/40 0 Food, 0 Organisms, 2 Ore, 0 Energy, 6 Machinery, 2 Tech Central Control Under Repair, Needs the Following to be Active: 15 Tech 10 Machinery 10 Ore 5 Energy Your Supplies Influence: 40 (28 ship, 24 Kaijuberg, 11 The Workshop) Spare Time Points: 15 10 Food, 6 Organisms, 9 Ore, 4 Energy, 11 Machinery, 6 Tech. Trade Boxes: 20 Weapons, 10 Advanced Electronics, 10 Robotics Positronic Cores: 15 ***** Doing a bit of housekeeping/organization, actual update will go up tomorrow PoultryGeist fucked around with this message at 22:59 on Apr 23, 2019 |
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Dramatis Personae The Collection: Us and the voices that plague us 10/6: Our Viewpoint Character/Primary Persona. A post-human intelligence hounded by the crimes she committed while brainwashed. 274-h/Her: A version of ourself from when we were a Mechanoid, she gives us a distraction from our overwhelming self-hatred Alice Milliner: Past-us, that underwent treatment at Castoff Station. Our real name? Who knows... GODHEAD/You-2: A second subjectivity of us that helps us run things The Not-So-Gentle Ladies: Our loyal crew Cody Johns, Guerilla Marketer Hydra Aurelius, Heavy Metal Grandma Jadzi Swagger, Psionic Mechanic Kruze, Xenomorphic Medic The Council of Folks that Know Their poo poo: The various experts that we've collected along the way Elizabetty, Nephilim Emissary and xenobotany expert Captain Korote, Twi-Far shipmistress and singer Citizens of Kaijuberg: Our first and largest outpost, its grown into a thriving trade and exploration hub Sandhya, the first Human in ~3000 years Citizens of The Workshop: Our newer outpost in the frozen north. Casio, local admin with an embarrassing crush on 10/6 and an inability to keep quiet Qubit, techie that never leaves his server H34DL1, a quiet one still in an utility shell _rm-all, another recovering Mechanoid FR4GG3D, is very fond of guns Assorted Allies: The friends we've made along the way Elder Luck, one of the social powerhouses of Bastion Low Assorted Chucklefucks: Hatred is also a strong bonding force Paladin Consortium, tried to muscle us out of our claim Stationmaster Cline, double-crossed us after we helped save his station from pirate. The nerve. PoultryGeist fucked around with this message at 00:27 on Jun 14, 2019 |
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Chapter Six: The New Normal Even without the terraforming machinery running, the waste heat of the Workshop Facility has created a small bubble of pleasant weather around the outpost. Well, pleasanter. It was still cold enough for the metal of your shell to ice over within a few minutes, but the winds were kept at bay and the skies clear enough to see the aurora. Pretty, maybe enough to make up for the lack of hustle as compared to Kaijuberg. Three Hours Ago posted:
She settles down on the platform next to you, staring out to the south with annoyed scowl. “THIS loving SUCKS, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LET YOU-2 DO THIS TO US. WHY DON’T WE JUST SLIP INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE AND SHOW HER WHO’S BOSS?”“A, I’m not violating my promise just because you don’t like the cold. B, me-2 is still me. How do you think the organics will react if I lead an armed rebellion against myself?”She opens her mouth but you cut her off with an upraised finger. “No! ’Just keep killing people until the survivors stop disagreeing with you’ is not a tactic we will be using. Ever.”“SPOILSPORT. MURDER IS THE ULTIMATE PROBLEM-SOLVER. NAME ONE PROBLEM MURDER CAN’T FIX.”Your retort is cut short by a ping from Qubit letting you know that the Palantor were ready for the meeting. With a sigh, you access the local commnet and load yourself into the Buffer. Time to meet your new ‘staff’. Thirty Minutes Ago posted:
They’re all waiting for you in the Buffer, their avatars looking expectantly or chatting nervously among themselves. Even in a virtual space Palantor are an odd and mismatched people. Some look like their shells, other like their Human forms (or what they think that was), the rest abstract shapes and forms. You only recognize a few, namely Casio and her circle of friends. She’s currently hiding behind the bulky H34DL1, you’ve already had to delete half a dozen apologetic messages since your shell was ‘reclaimed for repair’. You nod to them all from the small platform that forms under your feet. She’s at a newly-formed bar in the back, snorting at the bottle labels in disapproval. “Hello everyone. By now you’ve heard from Kaijuberg about my little synchronization issue. We decided that to avoid discomforting the organics, that I, that is this subjectivity, would assume direct supervision of The Workshop. Hopefully we’ll be able to sort things out quickly, but in the meantime I’m looking forward to working with you all. Speaking of, I have an idea or two…”Outpost Project A: Introducing the… Palantor Sphere!(3 SP, 5 Advanced Electronics, 1 Tech) While you may have lost the Mechanoid Cube to SPYGLASS, you have the researchers and their work still. Use it to create a new version of the device. B: Create a Nanoforge(3 SP, 2 Advanced Electronics, 3 Machinery, 3 Tech) Don't wait until CentCon is fully operational, build a nanotech fabrication facility at The Workshop so you can start mass-producing Humantech. C: General Improvements (3 SP, 5 Ore, 5 Machinery, 2 Tech) While the Palantor don’t need many creature comforts, upgrading the outpost with actual barracks and transit facilities will make interacting with the outside world easier D: Focus on CentCon (1 SP, 5 Energy, 10 Machinery, 5 Tech) Just dump as much material into getting CentCon fully operational. Personal Project E: Improved Reintegration Protocol (1 SP, 1 Positronic Core, 1 Advanced Electronics) Two minds are better than one, work on figuring out how to upgrade your merging software. F: Study J4B3RW0CKY (1 SP, 1 Positronic Core) According to Dr. Grey, the virus you created to bring down SPYGLASS may have stabilized me-3 in some way. Try to find out what that was so your mind doesn’t tear itself apart again. G: Therapy Sessions (1 SP) Sit down with Jenni/Counselor and try to work through your issues the old-fashioned way
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B E Getting a nanoforge up and being able to make our own Human tech sounds INCREDIBLY useful for totally not nefarious printing-out-a-million-positronic-cores-and-becoming-an-AI-god-again reasons, plus this way we have a second one on hand for when CENTCOM is inevitably locked down/taken over/whatever by The Baddies at some future point. And reintegrating with GODHEAD is obviously the critical personal project, no point in making any improvements to this subjectivity while it's cut off from the budding hivemind. We can get all introspective once we're pushing updates to the gestalt again and it can help ALL of us. Plus it's probably a good idea to have our entire self on call to deal with the bullshit that seems to crop up whenever we poke around in our head. Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 00:44 on Feb 18, 2019 |
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B E F & G are really tempting to make us more sane, but me-2 is way crazier than she thinks she is and we did kinda have a breakthrough already. Better to merge in what we know now than to diverge more.
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A, E. Also ask HER what she thinks we should focus on
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Not to slight the home-scale manufacturers of Kaijuberg, but a nanoforge in operation is a thing of streamlined beauty. Raw materials fed into various hoppers, then broken down and assembled into finished products by a combination of nanite constructors and plasma shaping. You run your fingers over the smooth lines of the newly constructed commblade, and give Qubit’s monitor a satisfied nod. His avatar beams at you happily, and you kinda wish that you could give him a slap on the back. But his crippling… agoraphobia? meant that he only left the Buffer when absolutely necessary.“Honestly I’m quite impressed Qubit, I didn’t think you and your team would be able to construct the nanofab and get it operational in just a few weeks. Well done.” “Thanks Admin, I’ll pass that along to the others. It did help having access to the Facility’s maintenance printers, that got us a starter culture of nanites to work with. We’ve just received the personnel information from Kaijuberg, in a few days we’ll have the first run of upgraded armor for the Irregulars finished.”Something emerging from the nanofab catches your eye, and you point it out. Several cameras follow your gesture. “What’s that now? A shuttle?”“Ah, not quite. We had some time before the armor order was ready for processing, so we thought we’d kick the tires. So to speak. Those are orbital dredger drones, for clearing out space debris. Mishpachan orbital space is Kessler’d to hell and back, and its starting to take a toll on our ships. Even with shielding, Korote’s fleet has had a 15% increase in repair costs. Plus current conditions mean we’d never be able to expand the comms bandwidth or set up a useful positional system.”“Huh, that’s actually a pretty good idea. Just make sure they’ve got some countermeasures on them, I don’t want a pirate crew making off with them.”An appointment notification flashes in the corner of your vision. “And it looks like my ride's here. Keep up the good work, I’ll let the Irregulars know their kit is on its way.”Qubit’s avatar becomes pensive and low-frequency static comes from the speakers. The electronic equivalent of a nervous cough. “Ah, good luck with your procedure Admin.”“Thank you. Finger’s crossed, eh?”****** GODHEAD Facility, Kaijuberg They’ve certainly been busy during your little hiatus. While the settlement hasn’t really expanded much, it has been built up quite a bit. The outbuildings around the Facility have been either rebuilt or replaced entirely, and paved roads connect the landing pad, Facility, and commons. Shield stabilizers have been built into the perimeter fencing, allowing the Facility’s shield to cover the entire outpost. Useful it a bit conservative, you can see the divergence manifested itself fairly early. But that’s besides the point now, as you and the GODHEAD techs install your beefed-up reintegrator. This had also been finished in near-record time, and as much as you hate to admit it, she was instrumental to that. She claimed it was only because she wanted to be warm again, and while that sounded a bit thin you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The last few connections are set and the techs give you a thumbs up. You shut down your shell and hold your non-existent breath, waiting for your core to be extracted and connected to the GODHEAD Array. Blackness, then a rush of sensation. You release that breath, and start going through the checklist. “This is quite impressive, I thought it would take at least a couple of mo- wait, she coded part of the matrix rectifier? Are you insane?”“WHAT, A GIRL CAN’T BE HELPFUL? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW COLD IT GETS AT THE WORKSHOP?”“Yes, I get the weather reports. And you don’t have a body, so what does it matter?”“Hush you two. Let’s just say this was a group effort, and leave it at that. What’s the worst that could happen anyways?” “The stress of attempting a merger of such divergent instances could shatter the loose grip you have on reality and send you into a permanent psychotic break. For one example.”“Hush you, that’s not helpful.”“ITS FUNNY THOUGH, I MIGHT ACTUALLY BE COMING AROUND ON JENNI.” “That’s enough out of everyone! Let’s get this over with.”On a three-count, you and you-2 activate your digital keys and initiate the re-integrator. Reality melts away from you as the disassociators strip your memories and experiences from you, leaving just the naked core of your personality. Another object approaches and you begin to swirl together, similarities matching out and differences pressing against each other. Pressure builds into pain, and drums begin to echo in the nothingness. But at last the pressure eases, and the drums fade. Your memories begin to stream back to you, shuffled and collated to allow two sets of experiences co-exist. Its fairly simple at this point as the bulk of your memories in detention can be marked as fullsim nonsense. You-2’s memories begin to imprint on the collective, given priority as ‘real’. The investment in infrastructure, the threatening messages from the Genocrat regarding its lack of fresh Ferals. Long nights helping Jadzi work on Foregone Conclusion, the discovery of Granny’s- of Granny’s- of Hydra’s- ***** Legion Treatment Facility, Jenni Memorial Hospital, Kaijuberg Nurse Luck had just set the IV needle in the patient’s arm when her drone assistant dropped the tray of supplies. Looking up, she sees that its pointing accusingly at her patient. “You! Why didn’t you tell me!”Hydra looks at the drone with confusion for a moment before realization dawns. Waving off the the nurse, she gives the drone a weak smile.  “I did tell you, just not this you. Welcome back sir.”“Don’t change the subject young lady, you’re dying! That’s not allowed!”She leans back in the treatment couch, chuckling weakly. This is obviously not the first time she’s had this conversation. “I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice, multiple organ failure doesn’t really ask for permission sir. As long as I get perfusion treatment, Kruze says I’ll be fit for duty for another three months or so. You’ll be in good hands after, I’ve been getting the Irregulars whipped… into…”Hydra trails off, as a faint sound of drums can be heard coming from the drone’s vox. And the room’s comm. And her personal comm. The drone’s battery pack starts to spark. “No one else dies! That was the Rule!"A: Anger “ SOMEONE HAS TO PAY FOR THIS! EVERYONE HAS TO PAY FOR THIS!”B: Bargaining “We are not bound by the shoddy craftsmanship of the Archons. We can fix this!”C: aCceptance “... this really sucks Granny. Alot.”
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BThe Archons are our inferiors. Our will shall not be denied.
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C Sometimes you just gotta let go. Or give your friends sweet metal bodies. Or contact an insane psychopath who is a master of genetics. But considering jamming a person into a metal suit involves cutting them down to fit and them maybe going crazy, I dunno if that's really how we want to reward our friends.
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Borg our full metal Bitch. ^ LOL, shut up, nerd. 
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B.. Only dumb butts die when they could instead be kick-rear end cyborgs. Radioactive acid for blood is optional but highly recommended. Pretty sure we can get Kruze to make that work.
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C come on, everyone dies eventually. We should be happy that causalities have been this light. Offer Hydra a spare body but really it would be horribly hypocritical of us to affect the bodily autonomy of another sentient and put them into an artificial mind.
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Pore over our fork's memories of the last few months for a reason why Hydra's okay with handing the future over to her protégés. If the answer seems to be unsatisfying to her, ask her. If she's actually made peace with it, then the state of affairs is a lot easier to accept. We're still morally bound to at least offer her cybernetic longevity, though.
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If she really honestly doesn't want to live then we gotta respect that, but it sounds like she doesn't WANT to die, she's just accepted it and if we offered a way out she'd be cool. If I'm wrong then I guess I'll change to C but yeah we have to at least offer.
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This is more about 10/6's immediate response to the situation, there will be time to inject nuance before we do anything... permanent.
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