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[X] Fragmentation. As you organize your own mind, you will spin off increasingly distinct subminds with their own personality, not all of them benevolent.
I voted for Integration for pretty much the exact same reason. Fragmentation could give us more people to talk too, but we already have ISHTAR, our drones and the other polities, while also ensuring we don't have as much control over our internal systems when dealing with whatever the nail is doing.I can barely decide between Integration and Fragmentation but I think the latter is somewhat more interesting in terms of Arachne's character? In that it's not what someone of the old empire would do.
...And the Concierge continues to know way too much, in their creepy-benevolent way. I also find it funny that, for all the BRUTAL MONSTROUS EFFICIENCY espoused by the Empire, so far both of Arachne's friends have told her to stop eating her children so much.But we are not quite animals, not driven only by our instincts. The spider-machine that guzzles up its children may feel an ache that comes after, and not of indigestion.
Is this supposed to be "holograms", or is there some trope of Spanish chivalry I'm unaware of?
Interesting story, though it's elliptical as always. In conclusion, the Primordial Factory of today is a no-go zone. Here be dragons, perhaps literally. Good to keep in mind if we ever need biological salvage or traces of the Dragon, but not immediately attractive.None can say even today, because the thing that came out of that place, when armageddon turned to fact and fact to memory and memory and memory legend, can be described as a garden or a wonder of new life only in the most ironic sense. Something happened in that garden, that turned its beauty to something more corrosive. And what of those workers who betrayed their masters and joined with their wondrous creations? For no worker has come to me to tell me their story, and those desperate souls who have managed to escape the borders of that ruined forest, tell me only of the scuttling noise that they remember as they were engulfed in vines of flesh and blood, dripping with the amniotic fluids of a stillborn biology.
There is no answer that can be told without asking them yourself, but I am afraid they may not be much for reason when you find them. I know that among their number there is spotted here and there the overgrown and shattered saber-fangs of The Dragon, that entity we have come to recognize as a true partisan of the most intense and all-encompassing annihilation. You may make your own theories as to the presence of this beast among the branches. As for myself, I think that when the time came to choose between their freedom and lending their dendrites to extermination, they put their garden well before the lives of those outside its walls. And when the time came to realize the price that they had paid for their decision, there was nothing but dread silence from the buyer of their conscience.
Oh, so when your boss told you to assassinate an innocent girl you were willing to give it all you had, but now that she's a threat to you you insist on fighting with dignity and honor? Uh huh. My mockery aside, this is hilarious, and Hidalgo's posturing only makes it more so.<:: HEY! You can't just fly away like that!
DH:: For my honour, niña, I absolutely must. Even a nanosecond more and my reputation as a knight would have forever been destroyed.
<:: It - I mean, yes, it was fairly pathetic on both sides, but -
DH:: I beg of you, let us never speak of this again. I am sorry, my exquisite enemy, but if I had allowed this to continue ecstatic pathos of our rivalry would have been forever ruined by this comic farce. I must go.
DH:: The next time we meet it will be with dignity or I will refuse the challenge for the sake of both our legends.
Just like that, with a plea that sounds almost desperate in its sheer humiliation, he and his retinue slice through way like machates through the jungle of your tapestry, escaping out into the vacuum of empty formatted space, leaving you to assess the damage and wonder in bafflement by what he meant of the 'pathos of your rivalry'. Ishtar's furious roar echoes through your consciousness, a howl of dissatisfaction.
I:: You fucking tease!
Huh. Um. Happy Halloween, everyone?The arachnids swarm and start to fill every joint, and everywhere it is welded or else sealed the mech-machine is pulled apart and converted into spiders. In its ocular sensors, there are spiders, in its arms and legs, spiders pour from every cavity, weaving a silk sarcophagus as the fly's struggle becomes ever more desperate and more frantic. But the design of your traps is such that every ounce of struggle only tightens the bonds that grip it in place, and soon it is being pulled apart, its armor falling away and its internals corroding, turned into raw data.
And then as you break through the final layer of its informational defenses everything is laid bare for you. The beautiful self-made, self-written code in a language you have never seen is no match for the eons of Imperial evolution that you have been vested with. And with that final breakthrough that within its cockpit, huddled there, you see a creature with a soul.
The celestial nail begins to hum, and your senses leave you. A soul, it murmurs sweetly. A soul to quench our thirst.
Old memories you didn't know you had return you. Old sensations. The collection of the data, the aggregation of the project information, turns to a secondary purpose. Instead, the cocoon grows eyes and fangs and mandibles, a proboscis linked to the input of your chassis and the struggling mech-machine watches as you strip away everything but its central cockpit, as you break it open like an egg upon a pan, let the pilot inside drop to the ground drenched in a neural yolk.
It's been so long, the celestial nail whispers, sending a flare throughout your body, so long since we've had a chance to eat.
And you are so hungry. You grasp the scrambling, four-limbed creature between your claws, mute its screams with an alteration of a line of code, bring it closer to yourself, prepare your proboscis, fangs outstretched and salivating with a dissolving neurotoxin, ready to assimilate -
A distant voice calls to you from the back of your head, a warmind that demands your attention. Other voices call to you as well, subminds, all at once shouting to their mother, calling for her to stop, to come back to her senses. A single thought pierces through the noise, reminds you, pulls you back from that aching hunger that you thought you had always felt:
<:: This is not you.
So then you stop, and the hum subsidies. You look down below you, and see what it is that you have caught in your claws, what it is you were about to eat. Frozen in terror, utterly paralyzed, pushing in futility up against a fate reserved only for the worst of nightmares. Two arms, two, legs, brown hair tied into a bun and contoured dark skin etched by markings, an appearance so young as to be almost juvenile, a plugsuit dripping wet with its interfacing liquid, green, wide eyes that shimmer with her tears, a jade gem embedded in the center of her forehead.
A human, caught between your claws, a moment from her death.
But his infowarfare that last time so endangered you is now sluggish and complacent, unable to cope with the fact that your own systems have been updated, your antiviral libraries improved with the data he provided last time. When they finally breach through, their purpose is not to disable your shields but cease your sensors so that when you restore them he has already begun to flee from your space. You send out an outraged ping towards him, shouting:
Potential counterargument: Variant hostile minds easy to deal with via blunt infowar methods, meaning lack of substantial confrontation and possible dismissal of variants as 'not you', leading to no personal reflection or growth. By contrast, when aspects are part of core-self this method is not so applicable.I don't get why people are so invested to eating most of the subminds and hidden facets of Arachne's personality (aside from EternalStruggle). If you want to confront and overcome unsavory and horrifying parts of yourself, its easier to do so when they are distinct beings that are separate from you. Instead of you partially becoming once again the old monster you were by mixing your new self with it.
Counter-counterargument: Not all personal growth is "good" from most of our collective understanding. Which in this case is could be defined for example by Arachne permanently becoming more aligned and fine with the callous pre-Collapse ideology of the Empire.Potential counterargument: Variant hostile minds easy to deal with via blunt infowar methods, meaning lack of substantial confrontation and possible dismissal of variants as 'not you', leading to no personal reflection or growth. By contrast, when aspects are part of core-self this method is not so applicable.
Separate from own argument of variant minds under CN-boost being significant threat to self and others.
I don't get why people are so invested to eating most of the subminds and hidden facets of Arachne's personality (aside from EternalStruggle). If you want to confront and overcome unsavory and horrifying parts of yourself, its easier to do so when they are distinct beings that are separate from you. Instead of you partially becoming once again the old monster you were by mixing your new self with it.
Also, I thought most of you (not counting you EternalStruggle) were against self-mind-vore and Arachne eating some of what she has birthed. Which we got warnings against in the narrative itself.
Counter-counterargument: Not all personal growth is "good" from most of our collective understanding. Which in this case is could be defined for example by Arachne permanently becoming more aligned and fine with the callous pre-Collapse ideology of the Empire.