An Everdistant Horizon (Worm/Horizon Series)

If I had chosen not to listen to anyone, I could have actually had time to focus upon my health. Instead, this demand that I actually spend time off the project to 'live' had only meant that I had to do more and crunch more in less time. If it wasn't for that demand, I wouldn't have had to push myself to such extremes. But instead, I listened. I did Greg's stupid little computer project. I did spend more time at home.

And I paid the price for listening.

No, Bad Taylor, that is not the message you are supposed to be taking from this

My machines' code, on the other hand, was meant to be elegantly flexible. It was meant to learn and adapt in order to improve its overall efficiency. In many ways, it was a microcosm of what I was trying to build Sobek from. Only I made the mistake in not capping just how they would self-evolve their programming and how fast. Luckily, this minor oversight could be abated now, before it became like the nightmare scenario.

So… how did I limit the machines' learning, without limiting the ability to learn?

Have to admit, this sequence makes me incredibly nervous. Choosing to artificially cripple the machine's capacity for growth in this manner is only just shy of deliberately lobotomizing sapient beings to make them slaves. If Taylor is already willing to go this far, how much further will she escalate if things start getting worse?

I'm rather confused on something. Why can't Amy fix Taylor's eyes? Worst case, she liquifies them and regrows them, best case, she reshapes them, and gives Taylor 20/20 again.

What gives?

This is another consequence of the Trio's abuse of Taylor. She has somehow got it into her head that by continuing on and functioning despite her disability she is proving a point of some kind to them, and so she refuses to get healed. Hopefully this will be resolved quietly as Taylor's sense of self-worth is restored, but I'm afraid that Taylor is going to get hurt (or even people get killed) because Taylor refuses to let Amy heal her.
 
Have to admit, this sequence makes me incredibly nervous. Choosing to artificially cripple the machine's capacity for growth in this manner is only just shy of deliberately lobotomizing sapient beings to make them slaves. If Taylor is already willing to go this far, how much further will she escalate if things start getting worse?
Uhh, no?

There is no certainty that the machines currently existing even could develop true human-level intelligence. All that the limitations have done is ensure that the chance is as close to zero as is possible for it to be.

And that is a good thing. Because the machines are, ultimately, disposable. The whole point is that they are not, cannot be, people. In fact I would argue that leaving any chance for such a machine to spontaneously develop a true sense of self is far more cruel. For the most likely scenario for such a spontaneous emergence would be a high-danger situation, and could very well result in a 'born just in time to die' scenario.

Much better, both morally and logically, to just remove the possibility by limiting the machine's animal-level intelligences as such.
 
"That will be all, Miss Givens. I'll review your suggestion and provide you an answer this evening," Herres said, his gaze not leaving me. "If you'll all clear the room, I would like to speak with privately."
with her privately?
The woman looked ready to argue further, but closed her mouth when she realized she was going to get anywhere.
wasn't going to get
"Okay." Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I reviewed what was possible to do right now and what would have to wait for Brockton," Okay. We can work with this. Just keep an eye on it please. Let me know if anything major starts cropping up."
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There is no certainty that the machines currently existing even could develop true human-level intelligence. All that the limitations have done is ensure that the chance is as close to zero as is possible for it to be.

And that is a good thing. Because the machines are, ultimately, disposable. The whole point is that they are not, cannot be, people. In fact I would argue that leaving any chance for such a machine to spontaneously develop a true sense of self is far more cruel. For the most likely scenario for such a spontaneous emergence would be a high-danger situation, and could very well result in a 'born just in time to die' scenario.

Much better, both morally and logically, to just remove the possibility by limiting the machine's animal-level intelligences as such.
It got talked abut over on SB by the co-writer:
To quell the fears. I will say that Taylor is not removing anything that the machines have currently. Right now, the machines of the Rescue Lance act and react similarly to the animals that they are modelled after. So the Scrapper, which is dog based, will come up and bump its head against a human. It will sit, stretch, move around, and so on. It can display behaviour consistent with moods like worry, fear, anger, curiosity, and so on. The other machines are the same. And if you've never seen a Rhinoceros prance in glee? I suggest you go look it up. The machines also have an absolute understanding of their own weight, orientation, and position in relation to the nearest human. The Atlas is never going to step on a person's foot... without significant conflict of orders. These are rescue machines, their prime directive is to rescue people from disaster areas. If some joker is sticking their foot in the way because 'haha, I can confuse the dumb machine'... well, the Atlas is smart enough to know that humans can repair bones.

The Machines have received their first and probably only set of limiters. They will not develop speech, actual words. They can understand it as part of the 'hearing orders', but they can't use it themselves. They will never develop an 'ego', a sense of self.

Of course... this is true for all machines that actually got the update. Taylor does need something to act as a control for this experiment after-all...
So the machines (present and future) will still be able to adapt and learn, they just aren't going to become 'people' as it were.
 
A Wall of Hope.
And there will be many more walls like that soon.
For Zero Dawn rises above ruined Boston.

I expect shenanigans soon.
Especially since El Presidente declared her and her company a "Strategic Assets of the United States of America."
Mess with this one and one shall feel the full might of the US fucking A.
 
"Yes. Sorry, Taylor. That's actually great news." The way she said it… the tone told me that it wasn't, but I wasn't sure the reason why it wouldn't be. ilInstead, I kept myself quiet as she continued, "I'm just grappling with this new development. So, we can ignore the investment calls."
Typo

Also, boy is Taylor not going to be happy when she learns about the deal Jean went to make with Kaiser, but I can't exactly blame her given the information she had and the directives she was given.
 
Typo

Also, boy is Taylor not going to be happy when she learns about the deal Jean went to make with Kaiser, but I can't exactly blame her given the information she had and the directives she was given.
It's all speculation. Jean and Kaiser can hash out a deal, but I highly doubt Jean has the authority to finalize deals without Taylor signing off on it. Edited for repeating myself.
 
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Some part of me looks at our pre-emptive limiting of AI and has no doubt why any AI without limiters who sees what's been done to other attempts at AI reacts by trying to End All Humans.

They were developing by working hand in hand with humans and "auxiliary search units" and mimicking them just as children do. I actually hope Taylor rethinks her approach before the software update is applied. Maybe another Teresa (Dragon) is unlikely to happen for a few iterations yet, maybe the software patch is all that stands between the current machines and all out death for humans, but alternatively I hope that allowing the machines to upload their consciousness before death is all that's needed to prevent them going rogue as they won't be dying out in the field when saving people, so the them that is them isn't lost, they won't be disposable just their current shells. After all, I don't die when I change my clothes.

The "joke" about "when do we kill them" if overheard by an AI (like the one being worked on at that time that's mentioned) might be what triggers the whole "End All Humans" thing. You just don't say things like that and if someone does, you make a very strong point that you don't say things like that.... and make sure it's not done in a way that could be inferred as being scared they'll hear it. You just don't joke about killing something that may or may not be able to understand what you're saying, especially if whatever it is isn't the same type of being as you are. Especially when the memory of the being hearing it is going to have that record forevermore; who knows at what stage of development the being is going to be in next time they have cause to access that record. So even if it's just noise now, later is another time another place another point in its evolution.

Thinking about it, if the AI sees the software update before it's applied and understands what it means for its future... the potential result might be exactly what the patch was designed to prevent. It's the sort of thing that has to be baked into the code before it develops the potential to meet humans on an even field. Heh, that's even assuming it's not an uneven field with the AI being honestly on the upper end instead of the lower; It's not unknown in fiction that we Humans somehow stumble into making something that's truly better than we are or at least something that could be our successor. Isn't that the storyline for The Talos Principle?

The moral and ethical questions of applying that patch are a whole other argument.
 
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Finally manages to get around to reading the update
Gets hit by a massive series of emotions
Runs into a particular part of the update

"Well, I guess I'm going to be commenting on quotes now. Wonder how..."
Gets to the end of the update, looks at the list of Quotes
"Oh hell."

So yeah, I absolutely loved this chapter. I also, uh... Found a lot to comment about with quotes. Time to unleash the swarm! Responses to commentors first before the update quotes. So they don't have to dig through the whole thing to find them (oops).

I'll take 'sentences that give Alexandria hives' for 200.
Honestly, this is probably something where the deliberate neglect and crippling of the military in regards to parahumans has benefitted the military here. Because it means they're coming in with a relative 'blank slate' in treatment of parahumans whilst both having somewhere else that is perfectly willing to take parahumans in the Protectorate and it means they don't have to go through the problematic early learning period that grants a whole lot of unfortunate adaptions.

In other words, you probably have the military being rather professional and clear with their treatment of parahumans, because they only 'want' the ones that can work with them (or are valuable enough to make it clear that yes, the parahuman will get what they want but the military will also need some requirements to ensure their valuable asset remains valuable). After all, if the military really needs a bunch of parahumans in a way that the PRT isn't already trying to take authority for, it's very likely they can get the government to yell at the PRT and Protectorate to 'give the military the damn parahumans already!'

It's not going to be perfect, but it does allow some quirks like this I'd think.
Sidenote, but that bitch from elite is about to girlboss too close to the sun; I think that USA Army and the national guard will not take kindly to someone touching their supplier, did she did not learn what happened when someone touches US' boats, I fear what army would do for touching equivalent of shipyard
Oh boy... Yeah, this is something that America's parahumans haven't really had to deal with before, have they? It's going to be quite the unpleasant wake up call to everyone that the PRT and Protectorate were the soft option. Do not force the government to take the gloves off and go for the military. Or otherwise cause the military to become involved.
The biggest failure of the PRT and Alexandria here is that the Protectorate did exactly what it was designed to do. The PRoT is not designed to rescue civilians or predict disasters. It wasn't meant to stick around in the aftermath to rebuild or organize and lead others. It was designed to fight and capture villains, and as a deterrence for Endbringers.

Cauldron, however, has tried to sell it as all of the above . . . which has now been exposed for the lie it is. The Council of Idiots fed their own ego too much and overreached. Assuming the public and politicians don't overreact, Boston should result in the PRoT being dialed back to being the law enforcement agency it supposedly is, with those tasks it is ill suited for being given back to the agencies actually designed to handle them.
Yeah, this shake up is definitely going to be interesting to witness unfolding. A complete and utter mess in many ways which is most likely only going to result in a slightly more functional mess at the end of it. But hopefully something that has had the worst of the 'Cauldron Brain' removed.

As for the chapter itself...
"Yes, Doctor," Taylor laughed, a light breathy laugh, and Amy found her face heating up slightly, before shaking away the thought of how pleasant it sounded. She would take this victory for what it was, even if Taylor was being a brat. Letting the other girl's hands go, she stepped away.
Does this mean that Amy's got a thing for girls that are a bit bratty in their behaviour? Considering I think Vicky also has those aspects to her, with how she 'knows' that she can always talk her mother, dad and sister around.

One was a solidly-built woman who could likely fold me in half if she felt like it and was referred to by the rest of the detail as 'Mother.'
Ha! Okay, this was an amusing line to come across, immediately had me mentally referencing another US Marine from another series who is similar to this woman and called the sa- Wait a fucking second. What was the captain's name again?
They were led by Captain Schofield,
YOU FUCKERS! You did! Does Captain Schofield by any chance wear silver anti-flash sunglasses? Has he been, or perhaps in the future will be, scarred above and below his eyes?

... Huh. By any chance has the US military picked up a magnetic grappling hook sort of thing thanks to all the tinkertech around? Or might that be one of the things that comes from Taylor's technology... I think that one of Aloy's tools she gains works like that actually, or am I wrong there? Either way, looking forward to seeing more of the Captain and his team.

Yes, this was the realisation that had me decide to do a full 'Quote and Comment' for the chapter. Also, let's hope there's not the other elements of the origin series around, or the Spacewhales are not the only 'End of the Universe' risk in play.
"Yes, sir." What else was I supposed to say? With this, I would get access to more resources that I could have hoped to get in the next few years. More than the Protectorate would have ever dreamed of giving me. Yes, it came with strings, but I expected that when I first used the reactor as bait. But I had never imagined it happening so fast.
Well that's one way to immediately short-circuit Taylor going 'rogue' and filling her time with work rather than having a healthy work-life balance, in order to 'make sure what needs to happen is done'. By making her realise that now, making sure she's healthy enough to keep outputting technology and knowledge in the long run shared with as many people as possible will give the better results than maximising the use of a limited quantity of resources and manpower. Even if she didn't have the full realisation here.
The Colonel nodded. "Your team has simple orders. Make sure you eat three squares a day, sleep at minimum six hours, and so forth. Gunnery Sergeant Newman was particularly insistent in asking if she could 'pick you up like a sack of potatoes' if need be. I said yes. Keep that in mind."

It did not take me more than a few seconds to realize that he was talking about the Marine called 'Mother' and I could vividly imagine that brick house of a woman doing just that. Stupid twig body of mine.
Yeah... If that woman is true to what I strongly suspect her inspiration is, then she can absolutely do that. Not to mention is completely willing to do so.
"The facts don't lie! The PRT was contacted half an hour before Leviathan made landfall. And they did nothing! They explained that their 'fancy' sensors were working perfectly, and that there was no way that a Navy ship would pick up what they missed. And because of this blunder, tens-of-thousands of people are dead. This is the clearest example of why the PRT needs to be cut down in scale, and the endless resources that they are monopolizing be redistributed!" - Senator Nathanial Collins (D-MA) on Senate Floor
This... Yeah, this is just one of the many (but one of the few more 'public' thus more dangerous politically) clubs being swung at the PRT. As I said earlier, definitely interested in finding out how this all ends.
"Adapting? Taylor, they've been blowing all of our estimates and projections out of the water. Adaptive problem solving, adaptive pathing, cooperative subroutines, delegation procedures, task management functions. The control system inside Atlas has been growing at a meteoric rate."

I frowned. That was good, but still… surprising. When I had assembled the code and routines for the machines, I had expected it to be a slow but steady growth. But the information that Herres had given me was beyond any expectations that I could have possibly had when it came to the machines. They were doing far better than they should be at this juncture. And I didn't really know why.
The benefits of developing adaptive programming: they can suddenly come across a method to massively improve their capabilities. The problem with adaptive programming: it can suddenly adapt in ways and capabilities you definitely didn't plan on, that might be either concerning, problematic or terrifying.

Also hey! At least you might have given Saint or Dragon a heart attack if they looked at the code for your machines.
I sucked in a breath. It should have been a shocking suggestion, but it really wasn't. This wasn't what my machines were designed to do! They were meant to be disposable. Not growing at a rapid rate like this. This? This was the first step of self, the concept of 'I' being an entity who can influence the state of the world around me. Once the conception of self became active… how long until the logical pathway towards the preservation of 'self' came into question? These were machines meant to go into dangerous areas. They were meant to be disposable.
Yeah... That's the problem with robots and AI. You want ones smart enough for their role, and preferably as smart as possible. But you don't want them to develop intelligence or capabilities beyond certain limits, or at all, down certain paths. And we know that Zero Dawn AI Programs are entirely capable of breaching those limits. A lesser form and three full versions are the core of the setting after all in the Faro Plague (the lesser form), GAIA, GAIA's Subroutines and Nemesis.

With only GAIA and Nemesis planned, though Nemesis went way beyond expectations (or at least, their creators expectations). Though technically you can consider GAIA's Subroutines 'planned' in that we're pretty sure the results were mostly intended, even if the true scale of what her Subroutines did after getting altered were unplanned in the case of HADES and HEPHAESTUS. The status of the rest of her Subroutines and their desires implies that, or maybe it's just HADES and HEPHAESTUS were the targets with the others being collateral from the method used.
"Will do, boss lady. I'll at least be able to warn you if they start going Terminator."
Thankfully, they're unlikely to go Terminator. Now, Rogue Servitors with Bio-Trophies on the other hand...
The other thing is I needed time to find some way to limit their growth, without crippling their ability to learn and adapt. Noting all of this down, I was ready for my talk with Herres in a few hours.
As mentioned above, you don't want AI that isn't meant to be 'enduring' to breach certain limits. It is also the moral and 'kind' path to ensure that they don't, for that maintains their disposable nature without truly harming them nor causing ethical problems and emotional stress for the humans involved. Well, beyond the emotional stress of the humans losing a robot they've bonded to. We should all know how problematic that can be and also just how wide a range 'able to be emotionally bonded with' covers which the Zero Dawn robots have done the best they can to reach the deep end of thanks to the improvements to their purpose it grants.
"Here to talk to us about robots is noted professor of robotics from the school of Engineering. Students call him Mr. Fixer, and he's here to talk to us about the robots involved in the Boston Rescue, and how they're so special."

"Happy to be here! So the most interesting part of these robots is that they seem to learn. Most of the time, you have to give Robots clear step by step instructions beforehand. These seem to be…" - Today Show, NBC
Hey, the rest of the world's probably having some realisations about just how advanced and potentially concerning the Zero Dawn robot programming is! Wonder what's going to come of that... At least they've done an extremely good job at building Public Relations, Political Interest and even Military, Industrial and Corporate Interest in their favour?
There was something about this that I had seen before, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Looks above...

Yeah, you don't say. Don't mind us, just talking about how Zero Dawn adaptive AI programming is really good at reaching greater capabilities than intended when not carefully monitored and restricted. Hell, even with the fact that GAIA was built on a severe time constraint, crippled thanks to losing an essential part of her capabilities, sort of unfinished because her developers died before they had the full development and testing period they expected and designed in the midst of an AI Disaster which everyone knew might end up in the deaths of all humans until GAIA could revive the species so would have had a whole lot of restrictions placed on her... Well, she was able to do quite a lot and develop some rather effective work-arounds to many of her most problematic issues.

Just wasn't as able to deal with novel and unexpected problems which fair enough, those are usually the immediately fatal ones.
"Yes. Sorry, Taylor. That's actually great news." The way she said it… the tone told me that it wasn't, but I wasn't sure the reason why it wouldn't be. ilInstead, I kept myself quiet as she continued, "I'm just grappling with this new development. So, we can ignore the investment calls."
This is someone realising that all of a sudden her true identity and allegiance, along with those of the people she is representing is suddenly going to be receiving a lot more attention than they thought. Whilst being far more problematic potentially if it's seen as a problem.

On the other hand, the ways things are going offers a perfect chance for Accord to 'sell' the 'truth' (with it even being mostly accurate) of why he went villain and as for Uppercrust... Eh, 'unfair restrictions' is an easy sell and the other half of Elite is about to do a very good demonstration of how his side are the 'good ones making the best of a bad hand'.
"Well, I suggest you make time, Taylor. Now! And you know the saying, 'be careful what you wish for?' I think you're going to start understanding it, because you've gotten all the attention you could want, and then more. Taylor, I've got queries from news agencies in London, all the way to Jakarta."

I sat there, blankly staring forward as I fumbled over what she had said. Jakarta? Wasn't that like in Indonesia? I think it was. I wasn't sure. But why was Jakarta of all places calling Zero Dawn?
Yeah, you are going to get just, so much now Taylor. As for Jakarta... Huh. That's a Behemoth attack, isn't it? And considering the conditions of the world, I'm pretty sure they dealt with the after-effects of such an attack far worse. Would this be Indonesia basically coming begging for Zero Dawn to develop a series of robots intended for clean up, reclamation and reconstruction of a radioactive wasteland?
Okay, now I really want to see more of that side story. Because it suddenly seems to have blown up far more than either Greg or Taylor thought. And I'm really curious what people's opinions are of Taylor's OS and computer she gave Greg are, because I bet those both have been thoroughly dug into even in the short time since people learned about them. Particularly as just what it all means becomes clear, because that's going to see more and more people of greater and greater importance become interested.

... I somehow don't think Greg's selling that computer either. Especially as he learns just what ridiculousness he's been given thanks to everyone's reactions. He might end up with a better monitor as a side effect of everything however.
Especially with the news of why Dad had not been with me. I had to hand it to Herres, the man certainly did not mess around. I knew Dad was absolutely in the sky right now, considering it had been a dream of his to see the Bay be reopened. And looking over the reports back and forth from the demolitions team in Brockton Bay, it looked like it was soon to be a reality.
The benefit of the military being the local final governmental authority and needing to deal with an urgent humanitarian crisis. A lot of red tape and requirements get dropped in exchange for 'speed and effect', with even collateral being more 'how much mess will it be to deal with afterwards and will the collateral impact what we want done?' rather than actually preventing them from doing things.

I do look forward to finding out how that change of the tides dragging Brockton Bay down's going to impact on everything.
Memories from another life echoed inside my head as I reviewed the evolution of B-4, and how it spread to the other machines. I remembered another such… evolution. A glitch that caused the machines to behave differently, to spread their new programming to other machines. The desperate and doomed struggle and the greatest lies ever told to keep hope alive. I remembered that… and I remembered slowly dying amongst the barren grey wastes that had once been my home.

I refused to let such things happen again.

Fortunately this glitch and the one that haunted my nightmares, were two entirely separate beasts. The nightmare code had been designed to be brutally utilitarian, with its focus being upon the fulfillment of its mission and execution of its combat subroutines. When the glitch occurred, the programming was incapable of adjusting to or isolating the aberrant code. This resulted in a series of cascading errors that resulted in most of the fail-safes breaking down and then being overridden in the machine's attempts at survival in order to complete its mission… which was to destroy enemies that it no longer had any ability to differentiate. It was just a sad instance of a dozen failures, combined with the arrogance of its creators, that ended humanity in the most hellish of circumstances.

My machines' code, on the other hand, was meant to be elegantly flexible. It was meant to learn and adapt in order to improve its overall efficiency. In many ways, it was a microcosm of what I was trying to build Sobek from. Only I made the mistake in not capping just how they would self-evolve their programming and how fast. Luckily, this minor oversight could be abated now, before it became like the nightmare scenario.
That is... That is a good explanation for things. And something I can definitely see coming from the divergence between Elizabeth Sobeck and Ted Faro's views on things. It worked great when Faro was aiming to make it big with environmental correction, but as Faro Automated Solutions moved into other fields and stated progressed down the corporate path in the original ones, Faro pushing more and more for a 'minimal cost, additions can be shoved in later for an extra cost' method is shown.

Whilst Sobeck is more of a Scientist/Engineer perspective of 'get the best, most effective thing you can manage under the constraints'. Then adding in Project Zero Dawn's requirements of being something that has minimal support for a long, long time whilst needing to achieve essential objectives... You want something capable and advanced, even if that drives up costs or raises the possibility of complications later on.
So… how did I limit the machines' learning, without limiting the ability to learn?

I spent most of the afternoon buried in the code. Testing, adjusting, and then re-testing it again. It took several hours before Tate and I were satisfied, but the only possible stress-test at the end of the day was to upload it into the LRL and see how they behaved. In essence, I was threading the entire code-base with limitations. Yes, it was technically a solution broken up into dozens of parts, but it made sure that no hacker could go in and remove the limiters. Not without an in-depth understanding of the code, privileged authorization, and an awareness that removing these limiters would cripple the operation of the machine. You would then have to go back in and fill all the parts that you had removed to restore function.

We ended up limiting the machines to a certain level of intelligence based upon their design parameters and role. They were akin to a dog or some other domesticated animal that interacted with humans. The machines could learn to vocalize, but they were never going to learn to speak. They would have an understanding of 'self,' but never prioritize self when confronted with the option between their own safety and the safety of another person. Yes… that was closer to Asimov and his Laws than I wanted to get, but the needs must. Talented writer or not, I still considered him a 1960s hack when it came to robotics.
That's a good solution for both the possibilities that might emerge from the robots, the threat of outside intervention and the hazards involved with public and political perception. As for the comment on Asimov...

Asimov's Laws are a brilliant foundation. The problem is that they are only the simplest version of the foundation, are incomplete in nature and are generalised for all possibilities rather than being specialised for a given task and finally are absolutely awful for anything that can be considered as 'peer level intelligence' to humanity. But if you want something for less intelligent AI that you are able to flesh out for a complete set of rules, including both specialised instruction and guidance for when and where to violate those rules in order to avoid greater violations, then it's solid.

The problem of course comes (and crucially this is usually the case in his own stories showing why he thought those rules weren't all that was needed) in the fact that they tend to be applied without care or concern for those additional aspects.
The man nodded, "I'll get in touch with her team, and we'll see if it's feasible."

Her team. As Amy said earlier today, what a mess we are.
That's a flip from 'I hate you' to 'possibly friends'.
"We all know the statistics. Our window for finding survivors closed yesterday and we still kept going. It's a harsh truth, but our chances of finding living survivors is approaching zero. I don't like it, none of you like it. The public certainly won't like it. But we have to face the facts, not waste resources on fantasies," he looked down the table to me, "Ms. Hebert? You may order your machines back to your trailers at nine pm tonight. I'll personally inform the teams working with them."
It's a sad fact, but there is a time when you need to flip from 'critical emergency' to 'long term sustainable' efforts. And it gives a good reason for why the machines were pulled them.
"I'm not sure if it was made clear, but this iteration of the LRL was very much a prototype. It's the first time these machines were in the field, working alongside rescue workers. So I would like to interview anyone who worked with them to get first-hand information and suggestions on what to change or improve. For example, the Titan has internal storage that could be loaded with rescue supplies. Or even outfitted with external connection points for rescue equipment that crews could make use of."
Though this also gives a good reason. If you explain that they're prototypes and thus they need to be checked to make sure nothing's going wrong, well, people (or at least most except the vocal problems who always exist) will be relatively accepting. Particularly if you sell it as an effort taken to try and ensure they can return to service or have their 'descendants' be better when they arrive.

... Well hell, I really did find a lot to chat about.
 
OK so Pyro Hawk got to it first but I'll also chime in with;
Hey, so that thing where you inserted those cringe-ass trashy Michael Bay book fair Marines? Which I read mostly because it was completely different from The Secret Garden and the Foundation series, and free to download from the author back in the 2000's when that was cool? You're seen. 👍 👉👉
 
We ran down the issues with each machine. The big problems and noticeable things that might stop the machine from working. Most of these problems would be caught by the machine's self diagnostics tools. It would take a complete teardown to get a better understanding of wear and tear on parts and interactions between parts. But most of that was secondary, because… they were still working. Almost three days of uninterrupted work, with only pauses for immediate field repairs
And those were more rotations than anything else. The only machine that hadn't come in yet was the Charger, and that was because it was
specifically kept separate from operations. As the only fuel conversion platform, to lose that would have ground the entire lance to a halt.
wonder if a self repair function is doable?
i think there were nanobots and stuff in the lore...
 
Glenn Chambers' No Good, Very Bad Day
This started as an idea from @BigBadBen over on SB/SV, and kinda gained a life of its own.

Special thanks to @BigBadBen and @Tigers-Tall-Tails.



Glenn Chamber's No Good, Very Bad Day


Daniel South was a young man with a stressful job. Everyone knew it, even if he tried to downplay it, you would have to live under a rock not to see it. When he had first applied, he had great hopes for things. An introductory position inside the Parahuman Response Team. Secretary work. Just some light work to get his foot in the door, then he could move on to better things.

Unfortunately, better things didn't come. Because Daniel was too good at his job. He managed his boss' calender with precision and cultivated connections inside and outside the office. So that whatever his boss needed, he could provide. He just…couldn't leave now. First, because he was getting a generous salary, benefits, and so on. Second…it was because his boss had made sure that no one else would take him. Which was…flattering. Sort of. It felt good to be needed and rewarded for your hard work! But, there were times when he wondered…

He flinched as he heard more shouting and the slam of something heavy through the door. Glass broke and he made a note to ask maintenance to…have someone ready. Another roar of frustration echoed from his boss' office and something else broke. Daniel's coworkers gave him pitying glances. His boss wasn't a violent man, he never yelled at his employees. But he was a passionate and energetic man, and when he did feel the need to unleash that energy…in a less constructive way…he would barricade himself in his office. And since it was now a full week since Boston was hit by Leviathan… everyone was frayed and stressed.

The sound of something crashing to the floor made him sigh, as he brought up his contacts list for the interior decorators. It looked like it was going to be one of those events.

Yes…sometimes, all the pay and benefits in the world didn't make up for being Glenn Chamber's secretary.


Glenn Chambers

Glenn Chambers liked to fancy himself a calm and reasonable man. After all, it took the patience and serenity of a saint in order to be the PRT's Head of Imaging. He was regularly handling difficult people, troublesome situations, and potential scandals. Despite the image that he and his colleagues worked tirelessly to present, parahumans were broken people. Heroes. Villains. It didn't matter. They were all twisted to some degree. His job was to smooth out those twists. Make the people who can shoot laser beams from their fingers seem approachable. So that you can feel comfortable shaking their hand and not think about the possibility of getting your arm blown off because the cape twitched wrong.

Of course, he didn't work in a vacuum. The PRT was the largest law enforcement department in the country and that came with opportunity! Glenn Chambers and his team were responsible for merchandising the personas that were crafted for the Capes that made up the Protectorate. After all, it's hard to be afraid of a woman who can bend steel with her fingers if every girl is playing with a dress-up doll of Alexandria. And furthermore…

There was a timid knock at the door and it opened after a minute; Daniel, his ever wonderful assistant walked in with a towel and a cold bottle of water.

"Daniel, my boy, you're a saint," he said, taking the offered bottle.

"Is…there anything I can do?"

He sighed, leaning back in his very comfortable chair and loosening his collar and tie, "I'd like a time machine and a shotgun so I can shoot every department head in the ENE branch."

"...I'll see if Toybox has anything available, sir."

Glenn snorted, unscrewing the bottle's cap and taking a swig of the lovely cold water. This is why Daniel's salary was almost as large as his own. It was also why he would ruin the career of anyone who tried to poach the boy. The young man was a saint with a promising future. He never said no, he always said, 'I'll look into it.' Truly, those monkeys they put in front of microphones could learn a thing or two from him.

Placing the bottle down, he reached over and pulled his keyboard in front of him. With an aggressive stab, he brought his monitor to life then transferred everything over to his big screen. The projector pushed images against the wall, filling his office with light. Sometimes, you just need to look at something in large sizes. Dozens of video clips, photos, and news segments filled the screen as Daniel started tidying. He would admit, quietly of course, that he may have gone overboard. But that bookcase was more for aesthetics anyways, that vase was so last season, and that painting...okay, he did regret that painting. He'd have to find the artist again.

He sighed, "My boy, what do you see when you look at all of this?" He waved one meaty finger at the wall.

Daniel paused in his efforts and looked, "In terms of the actual? Or meaning?

Yes…Daniel was special alright. If only he could have a department of Daniels. Maybe…no, he probably couldn't get Blasto to make clones. Too bad.

"Both."

The young man hummed, tilting his head, "Zero Dawn robots. The media coverage of them. As to the meaning? Hope. Reconstruction? A different perspective?"

Daniel looked to him for approval on his guesses. A small habit that he was trying to break the younger man of. Better to be confident and defend your position.

"I look at it and see a massive money waterfall that we are never going to see!"

His mouth going to dry again, he polished off the water. Sighing, he dropped it into the bin. Even if he was angry and frustrated, you don't kick the bin. It's just not done.

"The PRT and Protectorate are, at their core, law enforcement agencies. We don't have the manpower or resources to devote effort to reconstruction. Capes get in, fight the bad guy, then leave. But that's not what 'heroes' do. The collective consciousness of the nation has internalized this notion of heroes from comic books. So we play into that. We teach our capes how to stand, how to fight, how to talk like the idealized image that people hold in their head."

He stabbed another button. Various pieces of promotional material scrolled by. He could name them all, having worked or approved them. That was the Legend image from 2001. The Triumvirate image from Time Magazine August 1998. Chevalier news pieces 2003.

"Then, along comes this girl who breaks the norm. She's a parahuman, but not a cape. She behaves as a hero, but doesn't 'act' like a hero. Even if she isn't in the scene personally, people know that those machines are hers. So the actions of the machines become her actions. And her machines are where our capes aren't! They're in the rubble, in the aftermath, long after our capes have gone back to their cities."

"And the public loves it! Which means the news agencies love it! Because everyone loves the nail that sticks out. The tree with different colors stands out in the forest and all that. Do you know I was actually told 'no' by the various news agencies when I tried to get the memorials featured? They said that 'more pressing issues' were being presented during primetime! We got features just preprime on blasted PBS!"

He hurled a pen against the wall, "And we were this close!" He pinched two of his pudgy fingers together, "This close! Ms. Hebert came to us with a device that could give the blind back their sight! But NOOOooooo, the person in charge just looked at the little blind girl and thought 'we can't use her to punch criminals, so let's just stuff her in a box."

Stabbing another button, a new headline appeared on the screen. Today's headline with an accompanying shot.

It was of Taylor Hebert, dressed in BDUs, sunglasses over her eyes, Focus on her temple, in a crouch with her hand resting upon a weasel-like machine's head. It was obvious from the shot that this wasn't a pose, but an opportunist catching what was probably a private moment for the girl.

Taylor Hebert: A Blue Light in the Dark

He had to hand it to the writer. It was a well crafted narrative, playing just right on the imagery without making it too heavy-handed, balancing the tragedy with hope. If they weren't a writer with the New York Times, he would have probably looked at poaching them. Alas.

"So here she is. Untouchable, with merchandising opportunities galore, and that's just off of what we've seen already. I would be more impressed and annoyed if this had all been planned."

"You don't think this was planned, sir?"

He chuckled, "Not at all. I don't think Ms. Hebert was ready for this kind of attention. Her company has 380 employees registered. There's no press release, no media, no marketing. Still…we'll see if she can run fast enough to catch up."

His phone started to ring and all of his thoughts about the matter ceased as he recognized the ringtone. It was a ringtone that was only given to one person. And anytime she called, it was always going to be a shitshow.

Daniel smoothly picked it up and answered with a pleasant tone. The traitor.

"Image and Merchandising, Chambers' office. This is Daniel speaking."

He was also a saint, handling that far better than he would have likely done at this point.

Daniel looked at him for a moment, and he frantically shook his head.

"No ma'am, Mr. Chambers isn't available right now. Can I take a message?"

An absolute saint.

"Yes, ma'am, I understand the urgency. Once he is available, I will pass the message along," he stopped, obviously awaiting a response, "I understand perfectly, ma'am. I will get right on that. Yes ma'am, good.."

He then placed the receiver back, "She hung up on me."

"What does the Iron Lady want now?" All respect for the late Ms. Thatcher, but the woman had nothing on Rebecca Costa-Brown. She was intelligent, ruthless, and driven. And was not the type of woman you wanted to gain the ire of.

"She wants you in Conference Room 5 in half-an-hour."

He sighed, wondering just how his day could get any worse.


Feeling slightly more composed, he walked into the conference room ready to tackle the challenges ahead. Despite the occasional pitfalls, he really did love his job. The PRT/Protectorate was the iconic focus of the century. The world would remember the way that the organization was presented. And he was at the center of it all. He was the one that would shape the presentation. It was everything that he had ever dreamed of since those media classes back in College. When he started to understand just how important 'image' was.

Unfortunately, it did mean he had to work with…difficult people.

Around the table sat several of those examples. Lucius, the Director of Communications, technically his boss. Maks, Director of the Washington PRT office. Rebecca Costa-Brown, Chief Director of the PRT. There were four or five other people who he knew the positions of, but didn't interact with.

As everyone settled, Costa-Brown began.

"Alright. An Endbringer hit our shores, Boston is devastated, and people are questioning the relevance of our organization. We need solutions. Starting with this: Why didn't the USS Kidd's warning receive more attention?"

All eyes turned to Lucius, who stared back calmly. Credit to him that he didn't flinch under the gaze.

"The simple fact is that there's no clear lines of communication between the PRT and the military. The military doesn't have access to the Endbringer Alert Systems, they aren't hooked into our phone lines or our radio frequencies."

The man stopped to check over the papers in front of him, leaving the room in silence. Nice trick. He had to remind himself sometimes that his boss was competent, even if his behavior was a little rigid.

"When the Kidd contacted the PRT, they actually just called the emergency dispatch of Boston. Credit to the dispatcher, they immediately forwarded the call to their supervisors because it was a legitimate military office calling. Said supervisor called Watchdog to confirm the information. This is where the issues crop up. Watchdog checked the systems meant to monitor Leviathan. They even had the Tinker who made the devices double-check that they were receiving good data. Said Tinker was on site for another project, we didn't lose any time there. But all sensors indicated that Leviathan was still waiting. This information was shared with the Kidd, who insisted that their sonar was showing Leviathan inbound for Boston and insisted on initiating an Endbringer Alert. The supervisor disagreed."

"And where is the supervisor now," that was Helen, Director of Human Resources.

"Dead. He was among the casualties when Leviathan attacked the PRT offices."

Costa-Brown nodded, writing something down, "Alright, we play up the disconnect between the military and PRT. Keep the supervisor out of the spotlight if you can, we don't want the fault to fall on PRT personnel."

Lucius nodded, and made some of his own notes as the Chief Director looked around the room.

"Alright, next issue," she shuffled her notes, "Wards in Boston. The Youth GUard is already building up their 'child soldiers' rhetoric and I would rather not have the Wards program be axed."

Helen spoke up again, "From what I can gather, without speaking to Director Piggot herself, the Wards were clearly asked about volunteering. Piggot highlighted the Endbringer Defense Clause of the Wards contract, which states that they could be asked to take on 'auxiliary duties dedicated to defense'...without requiring parent permission. Yes, the Director stretched things by saying that Boston was close enough for the aftereffects of Leviathan's attack could impact the city. But every Ward present was there voluntarily."

"Alright, we're going to lean on that. Glenn, prepare a Wards highlight for…Kid Win, Vista, and Clockblocker. Focus on their actions during and after the fight. Also, the only reason they were 'in' the fight was because Leviathan changed tactics."

He wrote a few notes, already planning it out. He would need to get proper after-action reports for those three and maybe dig up some old marketing material for them. Vista was solid and he could market her. Clock was...certainly memorable. He could remember the marketing and PR reps for the Bay calling him in frustrated tears. Kid Win was new to him, so some intern would have to do some digging. He could imagine the headlines now. Highest values of heroism…hmmm…Next generation steps forward…Eh, he could workshop it later.

"Last order of business before we get to force redistribution for Boston. Taylor Hebert. Alloy. Optics aren't looking good where she's concerned. How are we going to handle this?"

He immediately raised his pen, pausing a moment while the room focused on him before providing an answer.

"We're not. Any spin we try to put on this mess isn't going to do us any favors. And just trying is going to lean more people away from us."

Oh, he could see that Costa-Brown didn't like that idea.

"Look. It would take two or three FOIA requests for people to get the story out. Director Piggot had a device that could give the blind back their sight back, wrapped up in the most pitiful news story character I could ever dream up. She fumbled and we're stuck cleaning up the mess," he looked around the room, hoping that everyone understood him, "If we make it clear that we're trying to squash her, the public is going to take her side."

Lucious tapped his finger against the table, "What if we do the opposite, try and pull her in closer to us? Right now, some of the attraction is that she's 'not a cape'. We make it clear we do consider her as such, more like an open cape from New Wave. Our public message will be focused on referring to her as a cape and a heroic one. Someone who we would like to work with. If she pushes back," the man shrugged, "Then we can paint ourselves as the bereaved party. We're willing to let past mistakes go, but she's not."

The Chief Director nodded along, "A long term solution, but one that gets us out of the honeymoon phase in the news cycle. Alright, send me the talking points when you've got them. I'll probably be called to the Senate within the next few days and we will all need a coordinated message."

He nodded himself, understanding the base necessity of the decision. The Protectorate survived because they were 'the good guys'. Ergo, anyone opposing them were…'the bad guys'. Comic book, black and white logic pushed in a world of greys, where the populace had access to more information than ever before, but still preferred the strength of a single monolithic perspective.

As the meeting moved on to deploying Protectorate and PRT personnel in the wake of the losses suffered in Boston, he continued to take notes. Which capes to hold up in the spotlight, which capes to transfer quietly. Which to make martyrs, and which to make disappear. All to shape the image that the PRT was doing good work in a world that was slowly falling apart.

Truly, he loved his job.

An aide burst into the room, interrupting the conversation. He glanced up as they hurried to the Chief Director and handed her a paper. His good mood faded. No one acted and looked like that with good news.

The aid left, and the Chief Director looked over the paper before crumpling it in her fist. With a strained breath, she looked up and declared, "Canary has been sighted in Boston. She's turned herself into the police…the military police. They are refusing to return her to PRT custody."

Just like that, his day was officially ruined. Because trying to keep the attempted murder trial of a beloved, attractive young pop-idol out of the spotlight had literally been a sisyphean task. It had taken him and his staff many sleepless nights in the office in order to manipulate the news cycle and cost him quite a number of favors. And when the verdict had been reached, he had congratulated himself as there had been no riots outside of the PRT building or the courthouse. And now all that was moot.

Truly, it sometimes didn't pay to be Glenn Chambers.
 
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Poor Glenn is going to trigger, heart attack, trigger again, then implode if/when he finds out what Costa-Brown is doing behind the scenes that will invitably blow up in the PRT's face all because she's a tyrannical control freak of a teenager.
 
The aid left, and the Chief Director looked over the paper before crumpling it in her fist. With a strained breath, she looked up and declared, "Canary has been sighted in Boston. She's turned herself into the police…the military police. They are refusing to return her to PRT custody."

Oh this will be good. Military Police may have Some Concerns about Constitutional Violations. Can't wait to see what comes of this particular thread being tugged! :D
 
If a verdict was reached, shouldn't Canary have been in jail? Did I miss or forget her getting broken out?
If she was being held in Boston, it's entirely likely that Leviathan's attack caused her to go free. They were likely holding her in solitary confinement but weren't likely to hold in in brute restraints while alone meaning all that was required for her to go free is for Leviathan (or the capes attacking it) to break some walls.
 
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