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Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest (No SV, you are the Waifu)

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Well, if Anna starts the apocalypse, I'm sure she'd have a good reason. Like the extinction of all antagonists, raising the arcologies into space, and beginning a new era of peace and prosperity.

Or failing one too many bread rolls and simply glassing the earth to remove the accursed foodstuff, either way.
 
armorfiend said:
Well, if Anna starts the apocalypse, I'm sure she'd have a good reason. Like the extinction of all antagonists, raising the arcologies into space, and beginning a new era of peace and prosperity.

Or failing one too many bread rolls and simply glassing the earth to remove the accursed foodstuff, either way.
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TBH I'm fine with either option.
 
Familiar said:
Ladies and gentlemen, for the purpose of adding to this thread's slow descent into madness, I present to you:

Inside Pan-dora's Box
Anna continued to scan through Durga's software in worried frustration.

Something within Durga's system was eating up processing power, creating a slight delay in Durga's response time. It was minimal, hundredths of a second, but she'd had enough close calls in life to appreciate every ten-thousandth of a second faster she could be. Still finding not even a hint of the resource-sink, she broadened the range of her search.

She paused, having found... something. She followed this something, strangely enough, into the Valkyrie's storage pocket, and froze, as the trail lead to an area she had cordoned off for one thing, not to be touched for the foreseeable future. The source of the processing power drop was The Bread. Cautiously, she peaked into the sub-pocket. All color drained from her face as she perceive what was within. This was... She'd need specialized tools to deal with something of this scale.

Pulling her consciousness out of cyberspace, she leaned back in her seat, contemplating just how to deal with this problem. She thought, and considered, and meditated, and deliberated, and finally inspiration struck. Standing and walking across her room, she scooped up her model car, dropped it into Durga's storage pocket (the main pocket, she wasn't touching the sub-pocket with a ten foot cyber-pole), and went about modifying it to fulfill her current needs.

As she worked, she ruminated on her current predicament. Not only was this a drain on Durga, but apparently the Valkyrie had categorized the ceremonial cutlery specially gifted to her by the Baking club as bread, due to its unique origin as her debut dough, and therefor dropped it into the sub-pocket. She needed to retrieve those as well; after all, it was a very thoughtful gift.

Completing the finishing touches on her model car's new form, she looked on in satisfaction, then frowned as a thought struck her. This may not be enough. Indeed, the problem inside the bread sub-pocket, newly dubbed 'Pan-dora', would likely take much more than this single modified model, no matter how formidable its form. Resolved to take care of the problem in one fell swoop, and rather having overkill than falling short, she headed off to the Cars and Small Scale Models club to gather supplies.

999 additional car models, 400 various animal models, 40 soldier models, one specially-made mini-Durga model, and a room of bewildered club members later, Anna sat in her room finally ready to deal with that which lay within the sinister sub-space. She took a deep breath, strengthened her resolve, and dropped her army into Pan-dora.
Ruptures, seeming gaps in space itself, had always been there; scattered about the world floating high above ground-level since before bread-kind had invented fire. The technology to take advantage of the Impeller waves that continuously emanated from them, however, was very recent. With modern innovation, the ruptures became a source of limitless energy; no longer would bread-kind need to rely on fossil fuels.

But the ruptures apparently decided that another gift was in order.

The first rupture to give was the one above Chapati. Their arrival was announced by a rain of ammunition and lasers. Despite their mundane appearances, that of simple vehicles and various quadrupedal creatures, our weaponry and defenses were like pea-shooters and tissue paper to them. Lives were lost by the millions as what we dubbed 'Adversaries' poured over the continent, hunting us with genocidal fervor. When they started pouring out of the other ruptures, first above Rugbrød, then Melonpan, then Tortilla, we started to give up hope. The only silver lining we had was that any sense of antagonism between the various nations was shattered under the weight of our imminent extinction.

Then, a gift from God; the Cutlery was found. Finally we had a weapon capable of fighting the Adversaries on equal footing, better even. The Cutlery cut them down in droves, wielded by a young bread from Zwieback. But it wasn't enough; he was only a single protector. They were pouring through the ruptures faster than he was killing them. So we learned how to make more Cutlery.

The method to create one was monstrous; we were forced to used our deceased as the base components. But we had no choice; the only alternative was utter annihilation. So we became monsters to save ourselves. Besides, it's not like we were lacking in dead to utilize; the Adversaries saw to that. Finally the world population slowed in its drastic plummet, stymied by our new protectors, wielders of Cutlery, now many in number, though not as skilled as the original.

And bread-kind finally had the chance to push back.
As the war dragged on, we only improved in our new craft. We formalized the training of Cutlery wielders, creating schools dedicated to raising the next generation of protectors, which in turn brought about marked improvement in our situation. first the war slowly crawled to a standstill. Then we started gaining ground. For the first time since the start of the war, we were winning. Or so we thought.

The first 'Bipedal' Adversary flattened our forces like a wrought iron rolling pin. The replicated Cutlery didn't stand a ghost of a chance. Before the wielder of the first Cutlery arrived, hundreds of our protectors fell just to delay it. When he did arrive, a battle the likes we'd never seen before commenced. It took everything he had, and then some, but the Bipedal finally lay dead at his feet. We thought this was the final boss, a one time occurrence, an indicator that the end of our long trial was near. How naive we were, even after all this time at war.

A second came. Then a third, then a tenth, and so on. Each time, the pattern repeated; the replica Cutlery threw themselves in front of it to buy time, the first would arrive and give everything he had and more. Each time, he won. Each time, he sagged a little more, the weariness in his features grew. The fight was taking its toll on him. Everyone who saw him could see it, but he was our only hope.

It descended from the rupture that started it all. Its form, both beautiful and terrible, would have those that witnessed it thinking an angel had fallen. Those thoughts lasted only an instant before it delivered its righteous fury upon any in proximity. He faced it. Despite his exhaustion, despite his war-weariness, he faced what he knew was without a doubt going to be the most difficult battle fought in the history of bread-kind. He faced it with prodigious courage and boundless selflessness. He fought, drawing on every ounce of skill he had earned at the cost of blood, sweat, tears, and innocence. He lost.

With our hero gone, our morale was shattered beyond any hope of repair. Our hope was shattered without any chance of recovery. Our chance was shattered along with the first Cutlery in the strike that took the first wielder's life. In bread-kind's last moments, we regretted tapping into the ruptures. We regretted opening what we had long-since realized was the lid of Pandora's Box.

What we never realized was that we were on the inside.
Anna frowned as she looked at the shattered utensils laying in the palms of her hands. Oh well, it was an easy enough fix. She dropped it back into storage space and Durga, totally lag-free after cleaning up that little incident, went about repairing the cutlery. Now, where to dump the mess left inside the bread sub-pocket?

Moral of the story: Don't leave your bread unattended in an evolution engine.
On a more serious note: The other side is always the evil one.

Breads mentioned in this story:

And having finished writing that, it's 2:30 AM where I'm at, so I'ma go pass out.
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That awkward moment when you accidentally write comedy and at the same time make something so Lovecraftian that HP would high five you. Good form.

Sasha said:
At some point Anna may fall in love and want to bear children, but the modifications to her body won't allow that. At this juncture it's very unlikely that her Durga-designed pseudo-digestive tract was constructed with the trials and travails of pregnancy in mind. Perhaps her system could be adapted, but I imagine that would take quite a while, if it's even possible. Circumstances may be different pre and post puberty, and drastic changes to her body may no longer be possible (though I freely admit this is pure speculation; I'm just bringing up thee possibility).

I big thing Durga has been pushing for is normalcy, so I think the above is a pretty good motive to restore her natural bodily functions.
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The whole how transhuman Anna is thing is kind of weird so pulling the most normal one. I would assume that if the suit could trash all this to make a new system it could toss this out to make another.

Also we Crysis now.
 
I actually wonder what Durga is using the disabled organs for. That's quite a bit of internal space, and while optimizing past the need for them makes sense, what stuff is installed there? It's probably not mass storage since Durga does it better, so what's using the space of the digestive tract?
 
veekie said:
I actually wonder what Durga is using the disabled organs for. That's quite a bit of internal space, and while optimizing past the need for them makes sense, what stuff is installed there? It's probably not mass storage since Durga does it better, so what's using the space of the digestive tract?
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I'm guessing internal partitions and redundancies for more vital organs.
 
veekie said:
I actually wonder what Durga is using the disabled organs for. That's quite a bit of internal space, and while optimizing past the need for them makes sense, what stuff is installed there? It's probably not mass storage since Durga does it better, so what's using the space of the digestive tract?
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Well, Anna has been getting smaller. That's probably a side effect of the removal of "unimportant" organs.
 
Interested Party said:
Why would we do that again?
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We don't know what the Ginnugagap weapon would do beyond win. Something powerful enough to Orbital the major breaches -- which is probably what it is -- is liable to have consequences. Terra has already been ravaged thoroughly; I'm sure the UN would condone another worldwide disaster if it defeated the AGs without serious loss of human life. So, that might be one way for us to vote for causing an "apocalypse," maybe.

Takoe said:
Well, Anna has been getting smaller. That's probably a side effect of the removal of "unimportant" organs.
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Only since we got to Perth, right...? Hm. You... might be on to something there?

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It's pretty hard to tell. Best guess I have is Durga is optimizing for combat with given equipment. Somehow that extra height was useful when we had our previous kit, now we're moving towards a smaller hit box...?
 
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Sasha said:
At some point Anna may fall in love and want to bear children, but the modifications to her body won't allow that.
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That's what integrating an artificial womb is for! Such a thing would also allow easier monitoring of the child and make any medical procedures faster and safer for all involved.

And if the other parent is a Valk, will Durga work together with the other core to make a little babby valk core?
Enjou said:
Anna's digestive system is 'improved' in that whatever Durga is doing is more efficient than the normal human method - no waste is produced, after all, aside from probably heat waste since it's not likely 100% efficient energy conversion.
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Depends on how Durga derives energy from the food. Burning (yes, metabolizing sugars really is burning them) hydrocarbons releases energy, but also releases CO2 and water. These an be discarded as vapor, or used for other processes. Lipids, salts, minerals, and other micronutrients are things that Durga might not be able to properly synthesize.
Enjou said:
If Anna's reproductive system has been touched at all (which may not be the case since there hasn't been a need to improve upon it thus far, since it's an 'unused system' so to speak) it would likely have been modified in a way to improve it.
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[sarcasm]Thank you very much for the mental image of the doujin that'll come out when people realize this[/sarcasm]
dpara said:
The optimization function is changing, from 100% explosion density to also include something called ..charm.
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Durganna: You mean I get to re-spec and since we're in a party, I no longer have to be optimized for solo play and I can actually put points into CHA?
 
Kaizuki said:
We don't know what the Ginnugagap weapon would do beyond win. Something powerful enough to Orbital the major breaches -- which is probably what it is -- is liable to have consequences. Terra has already been ravaged thoroughly; I'm sure the UN would condone another worldwide disaster if it defeated the AGs without serious loss of human life. So, that might be one way for us to vote for causing an "apocalypse," maybe.
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Ah. I wouldn't quite call it an apocalypse myself if humanity as a whole pulls through it with society and things generally intact myself, but I think I get what you're saying.
 
Well, thank you both, then. Where has it come up so far? I could reread again, but... I just did. I feel like taking a day or two in between ;)
 
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