Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
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Your health, in all forms of mental, emotional, and physical, takes priority over this story.
I, hoping to share this with everyone that follows this thread, wish you the best for your recovery because we know that you deliver when it comes to providing excellent work on this story.
I mean yes, that IS axiomatically true. If you're strong enough to effectively enslave humanity and WANT to do it, it's self-evident that humanity cannot stop you.
Might doesn't make right. Unless you have enough money to bribe all the moral philosophers and religious powers. After that, it's just armchair moralists you have to watch out for.
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Dont be absurd, why waste valuable money when you can just murder everyone who disagrees with you.
This is Earth Bet. if you're THAT strong, Cauldron will do whatever it takes to silence your critics, so you can kill Scion or EBs.
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No worries mate, we're all happy to wait!
Zagareth Rhaveno
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I'm leaving this comment here because I want notifications and I don't know how to make it so I don't have to comment to get it.
Get well soon friend, as always, no need to rush, your health is the priority !
derpydude9001
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God damnit my theory of me delaying my reading of the chapter turning it into a delay appears more and more true!
... I wonder what happens if I try to build a backlog of chapters...
... I wonder what happens if I try to build a backlog of chapters...
Thank you for the progress report.
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Don't worry about it, take as much time as you need, your health is the most important thing, not your schedule.
If you look at the top of the page on the same line as the bar with Threadmarks, Apcorypha etc. on the right there's an option called watch. If you click it you watch the thread and get alerts if anyone has posted since you last checked it along with ones for anything lord as the op posts.
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So sorry to hear you're not doing well. Take whatever time you need to get to a better place.
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This is no problem at all. Please do what you think you need to do. I'm truly grateful to how dedicated you are to BCF and how understanding you are. It's you who comes first before any service you do or may not do.
Best wishes.
Zagareth Rhaveno
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Thank you! It got a little annoying having to comment to get updates!
Alright so I found the song Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffes around a day or two ago and now I'm wanting to see Joe create an entire band of music androids.
derpydude9001
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And put em' in a pizzeria.
Not just any pizzeria: a pizzeria made to the best of Apeiron's capabilities. Within the confines of its hallowed walls is a dimensional pocket, a sector of rewritten reality, optimized for the preparation, presentation, and consumption of pizza. No violence of any kind may occur within, for that may disrupt the pizza's vibes.
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- St. Petersburg
I just thought of something pertaining the Workshop Entrance doors. Maybe I'm wrong, then fell free to correct me.
As far as I understand, the Workshop Entrance is a one-way portal that "replaces" the space on the other side of a door. But what happens with the other side of a door in reality? In a more concrete scenario, if CF Host enters an enclosed space, like a utility closet, and then opens the Entrance from the inside, what happens with the door of said closet in reality on the outside? If it stays closed or even just unlocked but not opened, then it's a very good way to covertly open a Workshop Entrance...
As far as I understand, the Workshop Entrance is a one-way portal that "replaces" the space on the other side of a door. But what happens with the other side of a door in reality? In a more concrete scenario, if CF Host enters an enclosed space, like a utility closet, and then opens the Entrance from the inside, what happens with the door of said closet in reality on the outside? If it stays closed or even just unlocked but not opened, then it's a very good way to covertly open a Workshop Entrance...
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It works the same from the other side I think, you have to open it from the same direction to access the workshop
Conversations (AmberSlime)
Okay, so I was originally going to write a 4th of July Omake about Joe hosting a cookout and fireworks show because Lethe kept punking on his social life, but I thought of these omakes while writing that one and found that I wanted to write these ones more, so... here you go! enjoy.
"What are you doing here?" was not something Tattletale was ever expecting to hear during the preparation for an Endbringer attack. She craned her head around to see Vista glaring up at her.
"What are you doing here?" Tattletale retorted, turning around to face Vista. "I would have thought that the Wards would have been held back." Vista's mouth pulled into a stubborn scowl.
"I asked first, dammit."
Tattletale couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. That was just so... petulant. Vista's scowl intensifying only made it funnier.
"I do live here, you know," Tattletale finally replied, pulling herself together. "I can't exactly enjoy the spoils of my dastardly deeds in a washed-out hovel. None of us can." She waved her arms around in broad swings, and Vista took a few moments to glance around at the people mingling around the waterfront. Nazis, druggies, and the ABB remnants all mingled amongst heroes, shuffling around in nervous anticipation.
Vista crossed her arms. "Wards can attend Endbringer battles if their parents sign permission slips."
Tattletale nodded confidently. "You forged the signatures, didn't you."
"What? I-- how did you--?" An aggrieved growl came from Vista's throat. "Look, they'd never let me come! I can't just sit back while everyone else is throwing themselves at Leviathan just to keep this place above water!"
The mentioning of the Endbringer, the unintended reminder that the two of them would be fighting for their lives soon enough, brought the conversation to a halt. Both Capes stood there in awkward silence, both trying to figure out if they should swap to another topic or just leave each other be.
A glowing crystalline bird flew by overhead, and Tattletale glanced over to where the Celestial Forge stood. Apeiron had shown up with a mind-boggling amount of drones, both aerial and grounded ones. Exactly who was guiding or piloting what and how they were doing so wasn't all that clear, but if Tattletale had to guess, she would say that Fleet was the one handling the grounded drones and Survey was handling the flying ones. There was also a large complement of unmanned autonomous mechs, nineteen of them to be precise. Apeiron and Tybalt were speaking to them, briefing and rallying them as though they were commanders leading soldiers to war. It was more manpower and firepower than she had expected the Celestial Forge to bring to bear, and while that would be terrifying in any other context, it was something of a comforting sight at the moment.
Vista followed Tattletale's gaze and looked at the Celestial Forge as well for a moment, her hands clenching into fists and trembling. She ground her teeth together before forcing herself to loosen up, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"What's it like, working with him?" she eventually asked, a note of venom entering her voice as she referred to Apeiron.
"Terrifying," Tattletale replied.
Vista scoffed. "Yeah, right. Pull the other one, why don't you?" Vista looked over at Tattletale, saw her expression, and frowned. "You're serious?"
Tattletale didn't reply right away. "When I first met Apeiron, he had just finished beating up Oni Lee with what was essentially a steel chair leg. I could read him like an open book. Your typical tinker, out on their first patrol. He just barely knew what he was doing. When we got back from the bank job around a day or two later, he was clearly irritated. He had expected things to go better, clearly thought that you, the rest of the Wards, and Panpan would have handled things better. He was naive, is what I'm saying."
"Uh-huh..." Vista nodded slowly, clearly confused as to where this was going.
Tattletale turned her head, staring right at where Vista's eyes were underneath the visor. "Then came the storage yard. You've heard of that whole incident, right?" At Vista's wince, she continued. "You have, good. I could mention how Apeiron's drone caused an earthquake, or how he managed to undo what was done to me and Grue. But what stuck out the most to me was his demeanor. The way he held himself, the way he moved, the choices he was making, it was like he was an experienced soldier. Not a Cape, a soldier. That change in personality was concerning enough. A little while after that, I got him to promise not to take any overt action against the gangs. Then he turned right around and dismantled the ABB's finances."
Tattletale began to wring her hands together. "After that, he came over for a visit where he told us he got into an online punch-up with Dragon and won. And then I saw him develop pyrokinesis right in front of me. And then, at Somer's Rock, he turns up with an entire team without warning, pushing further and harder than I've ever seen him do before."
"My point is that whenever I speak with him, I can't be sure the Apeiron I'm talking to is the same Apeiron as last time, Vista. His power keeps changing him, and it scares me."
"So?" Vista snapped, growling. "He's still outfitting you, isn't he? Weaponry, armor, tech? You just haven't had a chance to use it with all the chaos he's caused!"
Tattletale barked out a mirthless laugh. "Good God, kid, he's just living rent-free in your head, isn't he?"
"And besides," Tattletale spoke over Vista's indignant spluttering. "Our new outfits are actually the last thing he's given us in a while." Tattletale leaned forwards as if sharing a juicy secret, a bitter smile on her face. "I think it's because he thinks of us like a gaggle of rowdy teenagers he's somehow ended up taking care of rather than supervillains."
Vista growled, harumphed, and looked away. "Why is it even a problem that he's changing so much? You said he started acting like a soldier, right? You couldn't have leveraged that somehow?"
Tattletale sighed. "Because one day he might decide to do something world-endingly stupid, and I won't be able to talk him down. Like I said, shortstack, I can never be sure that the Apeiron I talk to is the same one as last time."
I was surprised when Taylor called me to invite me over for dinner at her house. I was concerned when I noticed that she had seemed upset over something, but she had refused to tell me what. I had decided to come, hoping I might figure out what was going on. The atmosphere in the Hebert home was tense. Not to the point where nobody at the dinner table was talking, but I got the sense that Taylor and Mr. Hebert were deliberately avoiding mentioning certain topics. Eventually, Taylor excused herself to go to the bathroom.
"So I found out that my daughter is a supervillain over the weekend," Mr. Hebert said flatly. I choked on my soda. He continued before I could say anything. "She had forgotten to properly hide her outfit," he explained. "That's how I found out. Long story short, a lot of things came out that night. You did too."
I had to take a few moments to properly consider just what was going on, what Mr. Hebert was trying to do here. "In what way?" I eventually asked.
"She tells me you're the one who made those metal plates on her costume, her watch, and those weapons she used when she was robbing a goddamn bank." Anger built up in Mr. Hebert's voice, and he visibly tamped down on it. He looked to be figuring out how to phrase what he wanted to say next.
"What do you want from me here, Mr. Hebert?" He looked at me, eyebrow raised. "Do you want me to stay away? Break down her gear?"
Mr. Hebert swallowed thickly. "You didn't tell me." His voice trembled. "My daughter's been a supervillain for god knows how long, and you didn't tell me. Why?"
I took a deep breath. I was not emotionally or mentally prepared for this. I didn't know what he wanted to hear. "I... i-i-it's Cape culture, Mr. Hebert. What goes down when the masks are on stays there. Unmasking another Cape is strongly discouraged."
I jumped as Mr. Hebert slammed an arm down onto the table. He twitched and trembled in his seat. Practically every sense I had told me that he was crying. He banged the table once, twice more, before he slumped over, hands cradling his face. "Damn it all," he spoke, voice muffled by his hands. "I can't even think of what to say. I hate this. I hate this whole situation so goddamn much." Mr. Hebert broke down into sobs.
Hesitantly, I rose from my seat, and then sat back down. I had no clue how to handle this. Did I mention that before?
"I... again, Mr. Hebert, what do you want me to do?" Mr. Hebert let his hands fall back onto the table. He looked exhausted.
"Keep my daughter safe. We'll start off with that. I guess we'll go from there, once I manage to get my thoughts straight."
"I can do that."
"Good."
"Hey, what should we do for 20% time? I can't really think of anything." Duplicate One rhythmically rapped his hands against the countertop, idly looking this way and that.
"Hmm..." Duplicate Two stroked his chin as he hummed, thinking. "Ice rink?"
Duplicate One shook his head. "Already done. One of the earlier guys even upgraded the rink and the ice skates."
"Damn. How about the bedrooms? Anything in need of improving there?"
Again, Duplicate One shook his head. "Nope. They've already been rebuilt to produce maximum relaxation."
Duplicate Two sighed in frustration. He suddenly raised a hand, pointer finger extended. "What about the beds themselves?" he asked.
Duplicate One raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"The bedrooms may have been handled already, but what about the... y'know, beds? I know Prime only needs to sleep for four hours, but what if we could cut that time down even further with a better bed? Depending on how things turn out and how much we use the big stuff like Daedulus's Student and Elven Enchanting, we might even make something that lets Prime get a full night's rest in an instant or lets him stay up longer without dropping into 3 A.M. Thinking. Hell, we could even get Aisha all kitted out with a supernatural bed. I'm sure she'd love that."
Duplicate One rubbed his chin, humming thoughtfully. A smile placed itself on his face. "That's got potential. Lots of it. I'll add it to the docket, write up the proper forms, all that jazz. Any other ideas?"
Duplicate Two clapped his hands together, eyes staring down at the table. "You know, I'm pretty sure Simple Scientific Solution has designs for butler and maid robots..."
"What use would we even have for those?" Duplicate One asked, gesturing to the room around them. It was spotless. "The stuff we make can't get dirty, not by this point."
"Well, yeah, there's that... but that's not really what I want out of this idea. I want to know what happens if we put our all into making them."
"'Put our all into...' wait, what?" Duplicate One's eyebrows rose up in shock. "You want to put our all, Master Craftsman, Daedalus's Student, third level of Elven Enchanting, all of that... into something from Simple Scientific Solution?"
"Yep!" Duplicate Two chirped, giving a cheery thumbs-up.
"Why?" Duplicate One asked, flabbergasted. "That seems completely unnecessary. We've got lots of SSS-tech around here, it still holds up in comparison to what we can do."
"Does it? Come on, man, where's your curiosity?" he cajoled. "I'm pretty sure most of our current SSS-tech was made before Prime got Master Craftsman. Don't you want to know what would happen if we took already-rediculous Clarketech and pushed it even further? The robots would be the perfect testing beds, especially since the majority of our powers would apply to them. We can handbuild them, make them in a flash, imbue them with magic, the whole nine yards."
Duplicate One nodded slowly, acknowledging his counterpart's point. He was curious... but there was just one thing. "That doesn't change the fact that we don't really have a use for them, though. It would be kind of cruel to make a robot that isn't even needed in any way, right?"
"That's easy enough to solve. We just assign the robots to help out the Undersiders."
Duplicate One suddenly went completely motionless. "Did... did I hear you right just then?"
"You did," Duplicate Two confirmed, grinning.
Duplicate One pressed his hands together, fingers pointed upward, and took a long, deep breath. "You want to create already insane Clarketech house servant androids, boost them even further with all of our applicable powers, and then give them... to the Undersiders."
Duplicate Two nodded.
"Dude." Duplicate One tilted his hands forwards. "I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but again, why?"
"The Undersiders aren't stupid," Duplicate Two began. "If we tell them not to use the robots for anything other than household purposes, they won't."
"Even Taylor?" Duplicate One asked flatly, expression turning into a frown as Duplicate Two nodded.
"Even Taylor," he answered. "If we tell them things will go horribly, horribly wrong if the tech is misused, nobody would risk it, not even Taylor."
"But we don't even know what will go wrong if SSS-tech is misused!" Duplicate One threw his hands up into the air in frustration.
"We don't have to," Duplicate Two declared cheerily. "All we have to do is mention that things will go horribly wrong, and their imaginations will fill in the rest for them. They've seen what our tech does when it's broken, man. They won't risk it in the slightest."
"I... huh. Yeah, that would be a pretty effective deterrent..." Duplicate One conceded as he scratched at the side of his head.
"Plus, the robots might even develop the ability to teleport between houses," Duplicate Two continued with a cheeky grin. "Can you imagine Tattletale constantly being nannied by teleporting super-robots? It'd be hilarious!"
Duplicate One thought for a few moments, then burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah, that'd be pretty funny. Plus, maybe Rachel would appreciate help with all her dogs?"
"That too," Duplicate Two agreed, nodding happily. "So, whaddya say? Shall we try and talk Prime into it?"
"It's worth a shot. We should build up to it, though, don't you think? Rebuild a few pieces of tech so that we get an idea of what boosted Clarketech is like, and so we introduce the idea to Prime with less extreme pieces?"
"Oh, definitely. I'm thinking the IMAX theater and the garden?"
"Right there with you. Let's get going."
Conversations
A collection of... well, conversations.
A collection of... well, conversations.
Tattletale and Vista
"What are you doing here?" was not something Tattletale was ever expecting to hear during the preparation for an Endbringer attack. She craned her head around to see Vista glaring up at her.
"What are you doing here?" Tattletale retorted, turning around to face Vista. "I would have thought that the Wards would have been held back." Vista's mouth pulled into a stubborn scowl.
"I asked first, dammit."
Tattletale couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. That was just so... petulant. Vista's scowl intensifying only made it funnier.
"I do live here, you know," Tattletale finally replied, pulling herself together. "I can't exactly enjoy the spoils of my dastardly deeds in a washed-out hovel. None of us can." She waved her arms around in broad swings, and Vista took a few moments to glance around at the people mingling around the waterfront. Nazis, druggies, and the ABB remnants all mingled amongst heroes, shuffling around in nervous anticipation.
Vista crossed her arms. "Wards can attend Endbringer battles if their parents sign permission slips."
Tattletale nodded confidently. "You forged the signatures, didn't you."
"What? I-- how did you--?" An aggrieved growl came from Vista's throat. "Look, they'd never let me come! I can't just sit back while everyone else is throwing themselves at Leviathan just to keep this place above water!"
The mentioning of the Endbringer, the unintended reminder that the two of them would be fighting for their lives soon enough, brought the conversation to a halt. Both Capes stood there in awkward silence, both trying to figure out if they should swap to another topic or just leave each other be.
A glowing crystalline bird flew by overhead, and Tattletale glanced over to where the Celestial Forge stood. Apeiron had shown up with a mind-boggling amount of drones, both aerial and grounded ones. Exactly who was guiding or piloting what and how they were doing so wasn't all that clear, but if Tattletale had to guess, she would say that Fleet was the one handling the grounded drones and Survey was handling the flying ones. There was also a large complement of unmanned autonomous mechs, nineteen of them to be precise. Apeiron and Tybalt were speaking to them, briefing and rallying them as though they were commanders leading soldiers to war. It was more manpower and firepower than she had expected the Celestial Forge to bring to bear, and while that would be terrifying in any other context, it was something of a comforting sight at the moment.
Vista followed Tattletale's gaze and looked at the Celestial Forge as well for a moment, her hands clenching into fists and trembling. She ground her teeth together before forcing herself to loosen up, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"What's it like, working with him?" she eventually asked, a note of venom entering her voice as she referred to Apeiron.
"Terrifying," Tattletale replied.
Vista scoffed. "Yeah, right. Pull the other one, why don't you?" Vista looked over at Tattletale, saw her expression, and frowned. "You're serious?"
Tattletale didn't reply right away. "When I first met Apeiron, he had just finished beating up Oni Lee with what was essentially a steel chair leg. I could read him like an open book. Your typical tinker, out on their first patrol. He just barely knew what he was doing. When we got back from the bank job around a day or two later, he was clearly irritated. He had expected things to go better, clearly thought that you, the rest of the Wards, and Panpan would have handled things better. He was naive, is what I'm saying."
"Uh-huh..." Vista nodded slowly, clearly confused as to where this was going.
Tattletale turned her head, staring right at where Vista's eyes were underneath the visor. "Then came the storage yard. You've heard of that whole incident, right?" At Vista's wince, she continued. "You have, good. I could mention how Apeiron's drone caused an earthquake, or how he managed to undo what was done to me and Grue. But what stuck out the most to me was his demeanor. The way he held himself, the way he moved, the choices he was making, it was like he was an experienced soldier. Not a Cape, a soldier. That change in personality was concerning enough. A little while after that, I got him to promise not to take any overt action against the gangs. Then he turned right around and dismantled the ABB's finances."
Tattletale began to wring her hands together. "After that, he came over for a visit where he told us he got into an online punch-up with Dragon and won. And then I saw him develop pyrokinesis right in front of me. And then, at Somer's Rock, he turns up with an entire team without warning, pushing further and harder than I've ever seen him do before."
"My point is that whenever I speak with him, I can't be sure the Apeiron I'm talking to is the same Apeiron as last time, Vista. His power keeps changing him, and it scares me."
"So?" Vista snapped, growling. "He's still outfitting you, isn't he? Weaponry, armor, tech? You just haven't had a chance to use it with all the chaos he's caused!"
Tattletale barked out a mirthless laugh. "Good God, kid, he's just living rent-free in your head, isn't he?"
"And besides," Tattletale spoke over Vista's indignant spluttering. "Our new outfits are actually the last thing he's given us in a while." Tattletale leaned forwards as if sharing a juicy secret, a bitter smile on her face. "I think it's because he thinks of us like a gaggle of rowdy teenagers he's somehow ended up taking care of rather than supervillains."
Vista growled, harumphed, and looked away. "Why is it even a problem that he's changing so much? You said he started acting like a soldier, right? You couldn't have leveraged that somehow?"
Tattletale sighed. "Because one day he might decide to do something world-endingly stupid, and I won't be able to talk him down. Like I said, shortstack, I can never be sure that the Apeiron I talk to is the same one as last time."
Joe and Danny
I was surprised when Taylor called me to invite me over for dinner at her house. I was concerned when I noticed that she had seemed upset over something, but she had refused to tell me what. I had decided to come, hoping I might figure out what was going on. The atmosphere in the Hebert home was tense. Not to the point where nobody at the dinner table was talking, but I got the sense that Taylor and Mr. Hebert were deliberately avoiding mentioning certain topics. Eventually, Taylor excused herself to go to the bathroom.
"So I found out that my daughter is a supervillain over the weekend," Mr. Hebert said flatly. I choked on my soda. He continued before I could say anything. "She had forgotten to properly hide her outfit," he explained. "That's how I found out. Long story short, a lot of things came out that night. You did too."
I had to take a few moments to properly consider just what was going on, what Mr. Hebert was trying to do here. "In what way?" I eventually asked.
"She tells me you're the one who made those metal plates on her costume, her watch, and those weapons she used when she was robbing a goddamn bank." Anger built up in Mr. Hebert's voice, and he visibly tamped down on it. He looked to be figuring out how to phrase what he wanted to say next.
"What do you want from me here, Mr. Hebert?" He looked at me, eyebrow raised. "Do you want me to stay away? Break down her gear?"
Mr. Hebert swallowed thickly. "You didn't tell me." His voice trembled. "My daughter's been a supervillain for god knows how long, and you didn't tell me. Why?"
I took a deep breath. I was not emotionally or mentally prepared for this. I didn't know what he wanted to hear. "I... i-i-it's Cape culture, Mr. Hebert. What goes down when the masks are on stays there. Unmasking another Cape is strongly discouraged."
I jumped as Mr. Hebert slammed an arm down onto the table. He twitched and trembled in his seat. Practically every sense I had told me that he was crying. He banged the table once, twice more, before he slumped over, hands cradling his face. "Damn it all," he spoke, voice muffled by his hands. "I can't even think of what to say. I hate this. I hate this whole situation so goddamn much." Mr. Hebert broke down into sobs.
Hesitantly, I rose from my seat, and then sat back down. I had no clue how to handle this. Did I mention that before?
"I... again, Mr. Hebert, what do you want me to do?" Mr. Hebert let his hands fall back onto the table. He looked exhausted.
"Keep my daughter safe. We'll start off with that. I guess we'll go from there, once I manage to get my thoughts straight."
"I can do that."
"Good."
Duplicates One and Two
"Hey, what should we do for 20% time? I can't really think of anything." Duplicate One rhythmically rapped his hands against the countertop, idly looking this way and that.
"Hmm..." Duplicate Two stroked his chin as he hummed, thinking. "Ice rink?"
Duplicate One shook his head. "Already done. One of the earlier guys even upgraded the rink and the ice skates."
"Damn. How about the bedrooms? Anything in need of improving there?"
Again, Duplicate One shook his head. "Nope. They've already been rebuilt to produce maximum relaxation."
Duplicate Two sighed in frustration. He suddenly raised a hand, pointer finger extended. "What about the beds themselves?" he asked.
Duplicate One raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"The bedrooms may have been handled already, but what about the... y'know, beds? I know Prime only needs to sleep for four hours, but what if we could cut that time down even further with a better bed? Depending on how things turn out and how much we use the big stuff like Daedulus's Student and Elven Enchanting, we might even make something that lets Prime get a full night's rest in an instant or lets him stay up longer without dropping into 3 A.M. Thinking. Hell, we could even get Aisha all kitted out with a supernatural bed. I'm sure she'd love that."
Duplicate One rubbed his chin, humming thoughtfully. A smile placed itself on his face. "That's got potential. Lots of it. I'll add it to the docket, write up the proper forms, all that jazz. Any other ideas?"
Duplicate Two clapped his hands together, eyes staring down at the table. "You know, I'm pretty sure Simple Scientific Solution has designs for butler and maid robots..."
"What use would we even have for those?" Duplicate One asked, gesturing to the room around them. It was spotless. "The stuff we make can't get dirty, not by this point."
"Well, yeah, there's that... but that's not really what I want out of this idea. I want to know what happens if we put our all into making them."
"'Put our all into...' wait, what?" Duplicate One's eyebrows rose up in shock. "You want to put our all, Master Craftsman, Daedalus's Student, third level of Elven Enchanting, all of that... into something from Simple Scientific Solution?"
"Yep!" Duplicate Two chirped, giving a cheery thumbs-up.
"Why?" Duplicate One asked, flabbergasted. "That seems completely unnecessary. We've got lots of SSS-tech around here, it still holds up in comparison to what we can do."
"Does it? Come on, man, where's your curiosity?" he cajoled. "I'm pretty sure most of our current SSS-tech was made before Prime got Master Craftsman. Don't you want to know what would happen if we took already-rediculous Clarketech and pushed it even further? The robots would be the perfect testing beds, especially since the majority of our powers would apply to them. We can handbuild them, make them in a flash, imbue them with magic, the whole nine yards."
Duplicate One nodded slowly, acknowledging his counterpart's point. He was curious... but there was just one thing. "That doesn't change the fact that we don't really have a use for them, though. It would be kind of cruel to make a robot that isn't even needed in any way, right?"
"That's easy enough to solve. We just assign the robots to help out the Undersiders."
Duplicate One suddenly went completely motionless. "Did... did I hear you right just then?"
"You did," Duplicate Two confirmed, grinning.
Duplicate One pressed his hands together, fingers pointed upward, and took a long, deep breath. "You want to create already insane Clarketech house servant androids, boost them even further with all of our applicable powers, and then give them... to the Undersiders."
Duplicate Two nodded.
"Dude." Duplicate One tilted his hands forwards. "I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but again, why?"
"The Undersiders aren't stupid," Duplicate Two began. "If we tell them not to use the robots for anything other than household purposes, they won't."
"Even Taylor?" Duplicate One asked flatly, expression turning into a frown as Duplicate Two nodded.
"Even Taylor," he answered. "If we tell them things will go horribly, horribly wrong if the tech is misused, nobody would risk it, not even Taylor."
"But we don't even know what will go wrong if SSS-tech is misused!" Duplicate One threw his hands up into the air in frustration.
"We don't have to," Duplicate Two declared cheerily. "All we have to do is mention that things will go horribly wrong, and their imaginations will fill in the rest for them. They've seen what our tech does when it's broken, man. They won't risk it in the slightest."
"I... huh. Yeah, that would be a pretty effective deterrent..." Duplicate One conceded as he scratched at the side of his head.
"Plus, the robots might even develop the ability to teleport between houses," Duplicate Two continued with a cheeky grin. "Can you imagine Tattletale constantly being nannied by teleporting super-robots? It'd be hilarious!"
Duplicate One thought for a few moments, then burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah, that'd be pretty funny. Plus, maybe Rachel would appreciate help with all her dogs?"
"That too," Duplicate Two agreed, nodding happily. "So, whaddya say? Shall we try and talk Prime into it?"
"It's worth a shot. We should build up to it, though, don't you think? Rebuild a few pieces of tech so that we get an idea of what boosted Clarketech is like, and so we introduce the idea to Prime with less extreme pieces?"
"Oh, definitely. I'm thinking the IMAX theater and the garden?"
"Right there with you. Let's get going."
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I want to experience that IMAX.
Gregory Crey
Magic is of wonder and terror. Life is so magical.
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There is no way Tattletale would admit weakness to Vista. That is suspension of disbelief breaking.