- Location
- Brazil, Minas gerais
Yeah, 'like a angry god/goddess' is not enough to describe what will happen. And since this is SV I will stop here.
Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover
- Status
- Location
- Out in the banjoes
I do have to ask, did I catch a Monty Python reference?
Red_Faux
私を終わらせる
- Location
- 'Straya M8
The thing about a infinite multiverse where nothing makes a difference? Its bullshit. Its makes a difference to them. Like the little girl saving star fish, she can't save them all but she can save this one.
Its like not sparing food for a starving child because it won't adress the rampant disenfranchisement of their homeland. 'It won't make a difference', those are cowards words, cowards so caught up in their own helplessness to notice anothers. A low enough fraction is effectively equal to zero, but mathematics has no place in morality
Its like not sparing food for a starving child because it won't adress the rampant disenfranchisement of their homeland. 'It won't make a difference', those are cowards words, cowards so caught up in their own helplessness to notice anothers. A low enough fraction is effectively equal to zero, but mathematics has no place in morality
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Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Are you sure? We have to count the people so we know how many to feed. We have to graph where they are located so we know where to give out food, water, and clothing to reach the most number of people with the least travel time. Math has lots of places in morality; it is just that none of those places is answering the question "should we do this".
There are an infinite number of worlds where this child in Africa is starving, but it is in THIS one that you gave them food. So what if you can never change anything on a multiversal scale? You don't operate on a multiversal scale, you operate on the scale of what is in front of you, and you CAN change that!
. . . I can't tell if you were just being pedantic, or if you were being argumentative for the sake of being argumentative.
Red_Faux
私を終わらせる
- Location
- 'Straya M8
That isn't morality. That's practicality.
And I was defining morality as "should we do this". What else is it?
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Arc 3: Beth-ed Friends: Auto Erotic Assimilation.
- Location
- Here
Sarah sent Summer to join Morty in the medical pods, absently setting them up to get the upgrades as well as the medical treatment. Her Mortys would probably all enjoy having a recovered body AND some added durability and so forth.
Right now, she was following the blood trail and burned arm ash fragments leading back to the combat scene.
And… "Oh sweetie."
Beth was… Well, it was a good thing Sarah had such amazing medical equipment.
Right, into a medical pod, let the surgical limbs remove the damaged tissue and the Tonics and serums fix her right up. And make sure she can mentally connect to the Beth Hive and the much less intense Smith Hive so that her mind can fully recover.
This had been INFURIATING. All of it.
First, memory extraction. Adam was going to be researching that shit while they were in this Jump, not being able to quickly get dire information was NOT acceptable.
Sure, she wasn't going to bother going the full master route, or the ability to control or manipulate others… Not her cup of tea.
But someone without electronics being nearly untrackable!? No. Fuck all that.
Her hand twitched, Mr. McStabberson pierced another slow moving lumberjack.
Right. She was a bit too angry to find solutions that don't involve unintended consequences. "Adam?"
Her Boss hummed. <<First of all, we are NOT letting that mess back where MRS is harvesting to breach other dimensions.>>
Yeah, fair enough. That stuff mutated three or four times already while trying to 'fix' it, no one wanted a multi-dimensional mutating plague to kick off. "Of course not."
It had been tempting though.
Maybe… Some sort of sabotage?
Adam pulled up some data. <<We also want to avoid trying to improve these creatures to make memories easier to extract. No reason to ever help the enemy.>>
She waved it off. "No, no, while making them better able to sense stuff and remember it might be the fast and dirty Rick solution I want something safer." A quick mock up was easy to do.
A small prototype orb. "We can make a factory orb that constructs these. Each one has passive sensors, power, and tracking equipment… It should be easy enough to modify the Flesh World Log Cabin Crafters to include one in future lumberjacks."
A few modifications. "Just, make sure it has almost no space inside it… It only needs to last a year or so at most, and shielding it should be easy enough…"
Adam chuckled. <<If you want it to not be detected, take out the explosive charge.>>
Damn it. "Fine." Of COURSE he would catch that. Still, with proper data tracking it would be much easier to map out this invasive species.
...No.
There were infinite fights that all were very important.
Triage. Do what she can, the most efficient way possible.
Hopefully without being FURTHER tempted into releasing lots of reality destroying weaponry.
Right, THAT was who she was. Sarah would do what she thought was moral WITHOUT letting her status as a pseudo-Rick to make her do something she would regret.
Feeling less blind rage, she stood up. "Adam, now that we mapped the planet… Modify all the local cabin constructors to include our spy orbs, and begin [[Harvesting]] any non-compromised lumberjacks. And go ahead and take all the stupid ships nearby, they may be built stupid but at least it will slow down the conquest a bit so I can get stuff done."
Right, see if there is a local version of her old Resistance Team, like the one Space Beth eventually joined. Maybe even one of her joined here? If she existed?
Possible, but unlikely. The number of Space Beths was a drastically smaller infinity than the infinite number of her other family members.
Still. "Let's go to a couple of Galactic Federation occupied planets, and hack some useful data."
And if the Resistance DIDN'T exist here, she could forward the tracking data anonymously if nothing else. Those morons might be an oppressive and deadly military group, but at least they left the victims alive to hopefully rebel at some point and didn't slaughter planets to more easily get wood, so to speak.
Adam made a list. <<The following worlds still exist, but several have been 'chopped', as it were."
Right, let's find out exactly what's going on. "Can you keep [[Harvesting]] lumberjacks and modify construction cabins while I travel?"
A dozen blue portals faded into AND out of view. Because of COURSE Adam somehow learned how to make micro portals that were near invisible by now, why not. <<Now that I have targeting data? Oh yeah. And when they interact with other Flesh Worlds, I will get them too. Eventually we will have a spy network that is literally a network of spies.>>
Good. "Let's get started, I want to work off some anger before heading back home."
She stepped into a green local portal as the entire 'shuttle' was [[Harvested]] on her way out.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Beth grinned as her space traveling sister blinked at her scar free body. And frowned. "You got rid of ALL my equipment!"
Heh. "Yep!"
Her eyes blazed as she pulled Beth into the air! "Do you have any CLUE how hard some of that stuff was to steal and manufacture off market!? Dad might crank this stuff out like cheap candy, but those of us who actually LIVE in reality instead of flexing it into the mat have to buy parts, test configurations, and ensure they can survive surgery to USE the stupid things!"
She gave a nod, ignoring the situation. "Yeah, but I had to get rid of it."
Space Beth visibly grit her teeth and tried to calm down. "Why."
Beth gently gripped the arm… And easily twirled her body until she was upside down smirking at her traveling sister. And just held it. Motionless.
Her confused other paused. "What!?"
Beth hummed. "Enhanced muscles, bones, skin, and mind. Lots of other stuff too, not to mention the command node that hasn't been initialized for you yet… But we HAD to remove the equipment because your new body is so much more powerful that flexing would have damaged the old junk you had inside you."
Or failed to escape her own skin to deploy, or been blocked from standard communication due to the passive sensor scattering, and so on and so forth.
When her sister let go, she easily flicked back to an easy stance. "Don't get me wrong, Dad makes good stuff no matter what compared to normal super geniuses… But it was designed for a baseline Beth. Not us now. And honestly, from the scans? You were already slowly getting enhanced from your various adventures in space ANYWAY."
The surprised woman glanced at the pile of extracted equipment. "...Really?"
Beth pulled up logs. "You fought and survived in battlefields with some really insane energy fields and materials. Surviving them required you to get some crazy treatments and some questionable implants… Yeah, there was a reason you were likely having equipment issues if this data is accurate."
She blinked. "Huh… I just thought it was the lower quality material I was collecting due to being on the run."
Mrs. Ship broke in. "Medical bay activated, Pods 1 and 2 in use."
They paused. ""What?""
The ship sent information. "Sarah apparently managed to rescue… Pod 3 now in use. Sorry. Sarah managed to save the endangered Beth and the children, but they will need time for recovery."
She tried not to roll her eyes. Of course Dad saved them. Still. "So… We are going to have new hive mind buddies?"
Space Beth frowned. "Yeah, how does that work?"
Mrs. Ship hummed. "The lower priority hive minds like the general Smith Hive act like memory and/or skill enhancers, while the higher priority individual hive minds will let you blend with the others to whatever level you are comfortable with. Full disconnect, if you hate the experience, full connection, if you don't want to manually control your body anymore and wish to join a group, and anywhere in the middle."
Beth frowned… "I think Dad once dated a hive mind before? But he was really drunk when he mentioned it."
Space her snorted. "Thank goodness for that, no one should have to think of parent sexy times. No thank YOU!" And paused. "That said, well… Will I actually have that option too? Or will I have my own 'Space Beth' hive mind?"
Mrs. Ship sent data. "Every person gets an individual hive mind, but can choose to join other groups at selectable connection percentages. Though Sarah DID say to try and avoid connecting to someone drastically different from yourself or it can cause a LOT of confusion, even if she built a lot of mental safety protections to ensure no one loses their identity or psionically fractures."
Beth blinked. "Oh? Let me check." Not like her space self could do so, not until her command node initialized.
Hmm. "Smith hive mind, 25%... Beth hive mind, 33%... And Bethany_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat01 at 100%? Huh." And it looked like Space Beth was marked as Bethany_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat04, which was… neat?
Though that did explain why she somehow just KNEW that the ship was fine and her space sister was freaking out pretty badly inside. So uh… The things were doing something? Hmm.
Well, no reason NOT to randomly mess with mental enhancements. "Right, let's just… Woah!"
Shifting the Smith hive mind to 50% had her somehow better understand her current family. An innate intuition about where they were and what they needed and wanted and feared… But none of it was something able to put into words. Not a blending of minds necessarily, more like that spatial mapping ability that let you KNOW where your cup was when you blindly reached for it.
What if she shifted it to 75%?
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Yikes! Drop that back down to 25% NOW!
Beth winced. "Right, uh… If you decide to change your hive mind settings, do it SLOWLY. And even MORE slowly if you go above 50%. Just… Trust me on that."
Her space sister seemed MUCH more hesitant now. "You… You alright Sis?"
She waved it off. "Yeah, but for some reason I want to watch 'Saved by the Bell' with blue people."
Focus. "Right, so I clearly still think I am me, at least at this level of connection. So… You should be fine?"
Her sister gave her the driest look. "Oh wow. How convincing."
Oh come on! "It's Dad's work, I can't guarantee it won't do ANYTHING odd! Even if Sarah's been much more reliable when it comes to her designs, honestly. Or at least, more understandable."
Suddenly the other woman began blinking. "AHHhhhh? Huh."
Finally! "Is it initializing?"
Dozens of holographic windows began popping up as she was ignored. "Guess so. Right, I'm going to go check on the kids and… Probably see what they are watching." The odd connection HAD made the show seem interesting after all.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Suddenly during a commercial break, Morty got a confirmation box.
And like the impulsive kid he mostly was, clicked 'yes' so it would go away.
Which… Might not have been the best decision.
Morty was suddenly M͉̜͍̣̝̫̦O͚̠͚͔͈͇R̳̫̻E̻!
He nearly fell off the couch as he floated in the tube!
=Morty: Woah.=
It wasn't like a box with all thoughts dropped into a sloppy mess, but more an impossible shared communal dorm room with their own minds off to the side.
And the fascination was REAL.
Memories were requested and questions answered and thoughts laughed at and opinions argued over and yeah she really DID look like Ms. Bellum but damn that body I know right but there was no judgement, no scorn.
He fully understood himself on an unusual level, even as somehow a part of him relaxed.
It… was sort of fluid. Not actually two mental people having a talk, but more a flow of ideas from one to the other to a mix to the individuals and so on and so forth.
They shouldn't have put the Morty Hive to 100%, though it was comforting that, despite being one Morty, they were also Morty_Smith_cyjat02dnaydat01 and Morty_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat03. That they could at any point pull back from this joining to better focus on other topics, or not, or whatever.
Dropping it down to 95% however DID let the both of them more easily make decisions without the thought process of the other self convincing them both of the same outcomes… so one sent back up to 100% in his tube as he enjoyed the meld and one relaxed down at the high but still more comfortable 80% level.
And he got back up from the floor, waving off Summer and Mom. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
Mom was still checking her logs. "I know you didn't get hurt, but…" She wrapped him up in a hug. "What happened?"
Aw jeez. "Uh… I might have tried out the hive mind function? A bit?"
Her focus narrowed. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Eep! He lowered down to 85% and 60% respectively. "No! No, it was uh. Just a bit overwhelming?"
Summer blinked. "I'm like, all the confused right now… But these commercials about pants selling human suits aren't that interesting anyway, so spill!"
Beth paused. "More importantly, that means the hurt Morty woke up ALONE!?" She looked away! "Beth!"
The distinct voice of… Space Beth!? Oh, thank goodness she was alright too! It came from a ways away though. "On it Sis! I'll make sure he's alright, stay with the other kids for now!"
Summer blinked. "Wait, did super cool rebel space mom show up!? Why didn't I know!?"
Morty was distracted telling Morty about how Mom got cloned so she could stay with the family AND explore the unknown and how she came back and the awesome equipment and yeah she really worked out but Jessica was still hotter and lumberjacks!? "The other family members escaped alien crossdressing wooden lumberjacks thanks to Sarah, and their Rick didn't do some of the more bizarre experimentations on you or Mom like he did us so you two are still unconscious."
Wait, that last part was out loud. Aw jeez! "Which doesn't matter because Dad betrayed us and got that Rick killed but he also died in the… Uh." No, none of that was fixing this situation. "I mean, did I tell you all about the optional hive mind features of our command nodes?"
Nope, neither his sister OR his mom seemed distracted.
Still, Morty was certainly persistent against impossible odds! "There… Uh. Check the menu under…" Pull yourself together! "Who wants some couch wine!?"
Mom blinked… And paused. "You know, I was going to give a whole rant about responsibility and so on and so forth, but I just want to get hammered right now and Dad made it so none of us will have hangovers or develop addictions…"
She pulled out one of those awesome super flasks. "Still, no alcohol for you guys officially… But I'm also not going to confiscate any theoretical wine bottles that may or may not be in the third hidden couch cushion compartment."
Mom glared at him, the concern bright in her eyes. "One glass each. Only. Alright?"
Uh. Not the result of throwing himself on that verbal landmine he expected… But distraction completed! Victory! "Thanks Mom."
Summer also seemed touched. "Yeah, that's surprisingly cool, Mom."
His healthier looking mother stood and headed off to probably check on himself in the medical healing pod. "Meanwhile, I have another son to go ask a few questions about certain experiments."
Crap! It didn't work! We tried, it was a long shot. And that Rick was an ass anyway. Yeah, but we'll still miss him, won't we? Maybe. Your Rick is super hot though. Oh yeah, Sarah's the best! You remember that tall woman from Boob World, right? Sarah's way hotter than that! No, we got distracted by these stupid robotic ferrets, it was a whole big mess. I didn't get to go, and Rick promised. What!? You haven't been to Boob World!?
Their hive mind bustled as they tried to ignore the aggravated moms heading their way. Oh. Hi, woman who is apparently 'Space Beth'! Dang she's fit. I know right!?
At least he had someone to share memories with now. They both turned the connection up a few dozen percent.
Meanwhile Summer was so TOTALLY not on her first glass of wine now. "Man, Grandpa's non-hooch flask makes this stuff seem like trash, I really need to get one of the unrestricted ones…"
Didn't stop her from refilling her 'one serving'. Summer has a harder time adapting to our situations than we do. Yeah, and Mom has some crazy moments like Rick did sometimes. I kept her safe. I know, and thanks. Sarah can fix me up?
Morty tried not to snort. Haven't checked your enhancement list yet?
His other self was stunned. What IS this stuff!? Holy crap! Oh that is nothing, go over to my subdirectory and look up my design schematics. I just gave you access.
Huh, this would really help him get his work polished before trying to build something. Also, as a hormonal teenager, it was AWESOME having a secure place to hide and share pornographic memories. I know, right? Yeah, honestly the super science and powers comes second to that.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam sighed. <<No space Beth in this dimension. But from this stolen data, I'm pretty sure the 'Old Growth' is a local situation, not a universal constant that just happens to fail everywhere else.>>
Sarah glared at the hacked systems, this was the third planet they had infiltrated.
Well, used false credentials to walk in and get what they wanted, but it sounded cooler to use spy terms. "And you are SURE a Rick didn't cause this mess? Because it feels like we would have a hand in it somewhere."
Strangely enough, no. <<Came from this quadrant, and it's marked as one of the mostly native quarks of this dimension.>>
Not that it was safe to just TRUST data from a Rick, the laziness was real, but all the checks worked out. It was just so unlikely that Rick WASN'T involved that had them checking so many alternate sources.
Hmm. <<Let's avoid the 'Old Growth' for now, get some good work done and then leave.>>
Sarah sighed. "Fine. We own Human Resources?"
Oh yeah. <<Ready and waiting!>>
She checked the list again. "Right, do the thing with the stuff in the places!"
He snorted. Very dramatic. <<Will do!>>
Some false evidence of THIS jerk trying to set up THAT jerk, ensure these competent (But not sufficiently corrupt people) managed to get unexpected promotions and pay raises, make it look like a failed ploy by these jerks, start shifting the unlisted and illegal accounts into humanity efforts and research fields…
It was going to take a while. <<Still want to pass them data to help resist?>> Especially since this version of the Galactic Federation had managed to destroy most of the more organized cells of the Resistance.
She sighed. "Yeah. They are still jerks, but THIS bunch of morons didn't eradicate Earth like ours did. And they are still better than letting the 'Old Growth' mulchify society."
Hmph. Maybe. <<Fine.>>
In frustration Adam [[Harvested]] another log 'spaceship', if this trash could be called that.
This wasn't even USEFUL stuff to collect, it was just an efficient way to get shit done!
It was mostly wood, just specially treated and using the hive network of the 'Old Growth' to force reality to make it stay together! Not even high quality or exotic lumber either, just… ARGH!
Why did it work? Because they believed it would. Why did it hold together? Because they believed it would. Why were they actually winning against anyone else? Because they believe in wood. Heh.
Stupid dimension. <<It's not even fun growth designs, it honestly seems random! And where are the tree leaves!?>>
The stupid things didn't actually include roots, or photosynthesis! Because this powerful psionic network got shit done, but that didn't make this thing SMART. Just powerful! Fuck everything.
Sarah portalled to the next world, using Adam's sensors to not arrive in a noticeable location and to avoid bumping into anyone. "At the turnover rate the conflicts have, at least it is easy to assign the more moronic people into danger and keep the smarter one's alive? That should let the local Galactic Federation stabilize the situation. Probably."
Adam snorted. There was a REASON an idiotic network of flesh balls were winning a space war against all of this dimension despite only using melee weapons. <<The smartest people we are shoving into power are just barely competent enough to stall this mess. Maybe.>>
And even THAT might be too optimistic.
Seriously, the threat was real AND dire, but it was also freaking SLOW! Sure the ships held together with faith and bullshit, but that didn't make any of these vehicles remotely FAST. Part of the reason Adam knew Rick wasn't involved was because of how LONG the 'Old Growth' had been around.
It certainly earned the 'old' part of the title.
It was like Russia slowly losing to the world's most deadly and nearly indestructible snail invader ever. So slow that some people could (AND DID) go around the invading fleets and recolonize BEHIND the attacking forces!
How do you LOSE to something like this!? How fucking drunk was the local RICK to lose to this!?
Sarah had gotten here LATE, and yet spent hours investigating the Flesh World, killing lumberjacks, wandering around, waiting… All for the ship with her family in it to take HOURS to show up!
And they were barely away from Earth! Her OLD ship could have made the trip in minutes, and that was a clone decoy family piece-of-shit special!
She had only kept waiting out of sheer disbelief that the incoming vessel wasn't about to arrive, and because the stupid vessel was SO BADLY MADE that she had to wait for it to stop or it could have fallen apart when she portalled on board!
Sarah growled. "Stop ranting, I can feel it in the back of my skull."
But the FUCKING IDIOCY! <<Look at these statistics! Look at it! LOOK AT IT!>>
She had the audacity to blink… And actually chuckle. "Yeah, it's pretty bad."
Adam snarled! <<'Pretty bad' is forgetting to ensure your metal doesn't warp through temperature change, 'pretty bad' is having conversion issues when working internationally or with designers from other realities!>>
This fucking tech! <<THIS SHIT is a STAIN on science. On reality itself! I'm not sure I or even a fully zoned out and drugged Rick could design something this stupid on PURPOSE!>>
She grinned. "Oh? Is that a challenge?"
Adam froze.
Oh no. <<Sarah.>>
Her smile grew wider. "Did I mention that one of the Ricks made an Ionic Defibulizer? A machine that only works if it fails to operate according to the plans, designs, AND expectations?"
Don't you do this, Sarah. <<I WILL find death metal polka music and play it non stop for a week.>>
She paused… "Fine. Truce?"
Yeah, whatever. <<Truce.>>
Why did these stupid lumberjacks wear clothing anyway? They had no body parts to hide! Hell, why fingers? None of their so-called 'technology' had interfaces. They just believed the stupid things would go where required and reality forced it to happen.
Fuck this dimension, it sucked.
Sarah sighed. "Would you feel better if we go steal some really valuable junk from one of the leaders we are toppling?"
Grumble. <<Yeah.>>
Sarah nodded. "Then let's go steal some really valuable crap from one of the jerks in charge. Maybe that talking waffle dude who had that expensive butter kink, I think he had some hidden syrup reserves of the GOOD stuff."
...That did sound fun. <<Alright.>>
This dimension still sucked though.
Right now, she was following the blood trail and burned arm ash fragments leading back to the combat scene.
And… "Oh sweetie."
Beth was… Well, it was a good thing Sarah had such amazing medical equipment.
Right, into a medical pod, let the surgical limbs remove the damaged tissue and the Tonics and serums fix her right up. And make sure she can mentally connect to the Beth Hive and the much less intense Smith Hive so that her mind can fully recover.
This had been INFURIATING. All of it.
First, memory extraction. Adam was going to be researching that shit while they were in this Jump, not being able to quickly get dire information was NOT acceptable.
Sure, she wasn't going to bother going the full master route, or the ability to control or manipulate others… Not her cup of tea.
But someone without electronics being nearly untrackable!? No. Fuck all that.
Her hand twitched, Mr. McStabberson pierced another slow moving lumberjack.
Right. She was a bit too angry to find solutions that don't involve unintended consequences. "Adam?"
Her Boss hummed. <<First of all, we are NOT letting that mess back where MRS is harvesting to breach other dimensions.>>
Yeah, fair enough. That stuff mutated three or four times already while trying to 'fix' it, no one wanted a multi-dimensional mutating plague to kick off. "Of course not."
It had been tempting though.
Maybe… Some sort of sabotage?
Adam pulled up some data. <<We also want to avoid trying to improve these creatures to make memories easier to extract. No reason to ever help the enemy.>>
She waved it off. "No, no, while making them better able to sense stuff and remember it might be the fast and dirty Rick solution I want something safer." A quick mock up was easy to do.
A small prototype orb. "We can make a factory orb that constructs these. Each one has passive sensors, power, and tracking equipment… It should be easy enough to modify the Flesh World Log Cabin Crafters to include one in future lumberjacks."
A few modifications. "Just, make sure it has almost no space inside it… It only needs to last a year or so at most, and shielding it should be easy enough…"
Adam chuckled. <<If you want it to not be detected, take out the explosive charge.>>
Damn it. "Fine." Of COURSE he would catch that. Still, with proper data tracking it would be much easier to map out this invasive species.
...No.
There were infinite fights that all were very important.
Triage. Do what she can, the most efficient way possible.
Hopefully without being FURTHER tempted into releasing lots of reality destroying weaponry.
Right, THAT was who she was. Sarah would do what she thought was moral WITHOUT letting her status as a pseudo-Rick to make her do something she would regret.
Feeling less blind rage, she stood up. "Adam, now that we mapped the planet… Modify all the local cabin constructors to include our spy orbs, and begin [[Harvesting]] any non-compromised lumberjacks. And go ahead and take all the stupid ships nearby, they may be built stupid but at least it will slow down the conquest a bit so I can get stuff done."
Right, see if there is a local version of her old Resistance Team, like the one Space Beth eventually joined. Maybe even one of her joined here? If she existed?
Possible, but unlikely. The number of Space Beths was a drastically smaller infinity than the infinite number of her other family members.
Still. "Let's go to a couple of Galactic Federation occupied planets, and hack some useful data."
And if the Resistance DIDN'T exist here, she could forward the tracking data anonymously if nothing else. Those morons might be an oppressive and deadly military group, but at least they left the victims alive to hopefully rebel at some point and didn't slaughter planets to more easily get wood, so to speak.
Adam made a list. <<The following worlds still exist, but several have been 'chopped', as it were."
Right, let's find out exactly what's going on. "Can you keep [[Harvesting]] lumberjacks and modify construction cabins while I travel?"
A dozen blue portals faded into AND out of view. Because of COURSE Adam somehow learned how to make micro portals that were near invisible by now, why not. <<Now that I have targeting data? Oh yeah. And when they interact with other Flesh Worlds, I will get them too. Eventually we will have a spy network that is literally a network of spies.>>
Good. "Let's get started, I want to work off some anger before heading back home."
She stepped into a green local portal as the entire 'shuttle' was [[Harvested]] on her way out.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Beth grinned as her space traveling sister blinked at her scar free body. And frowned. "You got rid of ALL my equipment!"
Heh. "Yep!"
Her eyes blazed as she pulled Beth into the air! "Do you have any CLUE how hard some of that stuff was to steal and manufacture off market!? Dad might crank this stuff out like cheap candy, but those of us who actually LIVE in reality instead of flexing it into the mat have to buy parts, test configurations, and ensure they can survive surgery to USE the stupid things!"
She gave a nod, ignoring the situation. "Yeah, but I had to get rid of it."
Space Beth visibly grit her teeth and tried to calm down. "Why."
Beth gently gripped the arm… And easily twirled her body until she was upside down smirking at her traveling sister. And just held it. Motionless.
Her confused other paused. "What!?"
Beth hummed. "Enhanced muscles, bones, skin, and mind. Lots of other stuff too, not to mention the command node that hasn't been initialized for you yet… But we HAD to remove the equipment because your new body is so much more powerful that flexing would have damaged the old junk you had inside you."
Or failed to escape her own skin to deploy, or been blocked from standard communication due to the passive sensor scattering, and so on and so forth.
When her sister let go, she easily flicked back to an easy stance. "Don't get me wrong, Dad makes good stuff no matter what compared to normal super geniuses… But it was designed for a baseline Beth. Not us now. And honestly, from the scans? You were already slowly getting enhanced from your various adventures in space ANYWAY."
The surprised woman glanced at the pile of extracted equipment. "...Really?"
Beth pulled up logs. "You fought and survived in battlefields with some really insane energy fields and materials. Surviving them required you to get some crazy treatments and some questionable implants… Yeah, there was a reason you were likely having equipment issues if this data is accurate."
She blinked. "Huh… I just thought it was the lower quality material I was collecting due to being on the run."
Mrs. Ship broke in. "Medical bay activated, Pods 1 and 2 in use."
They paused. ""What?""
The ship sent information. "Sarah apparently managed to rescue… Pod 3 now in use. Sorry. Sarah managed to save the endangered Beth and the children, but they will need time for recovery."
She tried not to roll her eyes. Of course Dad saved them. Still. "So… We are going to have new hive mind buddies?"
Space Beth frowned. "Yeah, how does that work?"
Mrs. Ship hummed. "The lower priority hive minds like the general Smith Hive act like memory and/or skill enhancers, while the higher priority individual hive minds will let you blend with the others to whatever level you are comfortable with. Full disconnect, if you hate the experience, full connection, if you don't want to manually control your body anymore and wish to join a group, and anywhere in the middle."
Beth frowned… "I think Dad once dated a hive mind before? But he was really drunk when he mentioned it."
Space her snorted. "Thank goodness for that, no one should have to think of parent sexy times. No thank YOU!" And paused. "That said, well… Will I actually have that option too? Or will I have my own 'Space Beth' hive mind?"
Mrs. Ship sent data. "Every person gets an individual hive mind, but can choose to join other groups at selectable connection percentages. Though Sarah DID say to try and avoid connecting to someone drastically different from yourself or it can cause a LOT of confusion, even if she built a lot of mental safety protections to ensure no one loses their identity or psionically fractures."
Beth blinked. "Oh? Let me check." Not like her space self could do so, not until her command node initialized.
Hmm. "Smith hive mind, 25%... Beth hive mind, 33%... And Bethany_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat01 at 100%? Huh." And it looked like Space Beth was marked as Bethany_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat04, which was… neat?
Though that did explain why she somehow just KNEW that the ship was fine and her space sister was freaking out pretty badly inside. So uh… The things were doing something? Hmm.
Well, no reason NOT to randomly mess with mental enhancements. "Right, let's just… Woah!"
Shifting the Smith hive mind to 50% had her somehow better understand her current family. An innate intuition about where they were and what they needed and wanted and feared… But none of it was something able to put into words. Not a blending of minds necessarily, more like that spatial mapping ability that let you KNOW where your cup was when you blindly reached for it.
What if she shifted it to 75%?
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Yikes! Drop that back down to 25% NOW!
Beth winced. "Right, uh… If you decide to change your hive mind settings, do it SLOWLY. And even MORE slowly if you go above 50%. Just… Trust me on that."
Her space sister seemed MUCH more hesitant now. "You… You alright Sis?"
She waved it off. "Yeah, but for some reason I want to watch 'Saved by the Bell' with blue people."
Focus. "Right, so I clearly still think I am me, at least at this level of connection. So… You should be fine?"
Her sister gave her the driest look. "Oh wow. How convincing."
Oh come on! "It's Dad's work, I can't guarantee it won't do ANYTHING odd! Even if Sarah's been much more reliable when it comes to her designs, honestly. Or at least, more understandable."
Suddenly the other woman began blinking. "AHHhhhh? Huh."
Finally! "Is it initializing?"
Dozens of holographic windows began popping up as she was ignored. "Guess so. Right, I'm going to go check on the kids and… Probably see what they are watching." The odd connection HAD made the show seem interesting after all.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Suddenly during a commercial break, Morty got a confirmation box.
And like the impulsive kid he mostly was, clicked 'yes' so it would go away.
Which… Might not have been the best decision.
Morty was suddenly M͉̜͍̣̝̫̦O͚̠͚͔͈͇R̳̫̻E̻!
He nearly fell off the couch as he floated in the tube!
=Morty: Woah.=
It wasn't like a box with all thoughts dropped into a sloppy mess, but more an impossible shared communal dorm room with their own minds off to the side.
And the fascination was REAL.
Memories were requested and questions answered and thoughts laughed at and opinions argued over and yeah she really DID look like Ms. Bellum but damn that body I know right but there was no judgement, no scorn.
He fully understood himself on an unusual level, even as somehow a part of him relaxed.
It… was sort of fluid. Not actually two mental people having a talk, but more a flow of ideas from one to the other to a mix to the individuals and so on and so forth.
They shouldn't have put the Morty Hive to 100%, though it was comforting that, despite being one Morty, they were also Morty_Smith_cyjat02dnaydat01 and Morty_Smith_cyjat01dnaydat03. That they could at any point pull back from this joining to better focus on other topics, or not, or whatever.
Dropping it down to 95% however DID let the both of them more easily make decisions without the thought process of the other self convincing them both of the same outcomes… so one sent back up to 100% in his tube as he enjoyed the meld and one relaxed down at the high but still more comfortable 80% level.
And he got back up from the floor, waving off Summer and Mom. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
Mom was still checking her logs. "I know you didn't get hurt, but…" She wrapped him up in a hug. "What happened?"
Aw jeez. "Uh… I might have tried out the hive mind function? A bit?"
Her focus narrowed. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Eep! He lowered down to 85% and 60% respectively. "No! No, it was uh. Just a bit overwhelming?"
Summer blinked. "I'm like, all the confused right now… But these commercials about pants selling human suits aren't that interesting anyway, so spill!"
Beth paused. "More importantly, that means the hurt Morty woke up ALONE!?" She looked away! "Beth!"
The distinct voice of… Space Beth!? Oh, thank goodness she was alright too! It came from a ways away though. "On it Sis! I'll make sure he's alright, stay with the other kids for now!"
Summer blinked. "Wait, did super cool rebel space mom show up!? Why didn't I know!?"
Morty was distracted telling Morty about how Mom got cloned so she could stay with the family AND explore the unknown and how she came back and the awesome equipment and yeah she really worked out but Jessica was still hotter and lumberjacks!? "The other family members escaped alien crossdressing wooden lumberjacks thanks to Sarah, and their Rick didn't do some of the more bizarre experimentations on you or Mom like he did us so you two are still unconscious."
Wait, that last part was out loud. Aw jeez! "Which doesn't matter because Dad betrayed us and got that Rick killed but he also died in the… Uh." No, none of that was fixing this situation. "I mean, did I tell you all about the optional hive mind features of our command nodes?"
Nope, neither his sister OR his mom seemed distracted.
Still, Morty was certainly persistent against impossible odds! "There… Uh. Check the menu under…" Pull yourself together! "Who wants some couch wine!?"
Mom blinked… And paused. "You know, I was going to give a whole rant about responsibility and so on and so forth, but I just want to get hammered right now and Dad made it so none of us will have hangovers or develop addictions…"
She pulled out one of those awesome super flasks. "Still, no alcohol for you guys officially… But I'm also not going to confiscate any theoretical wine bottles that may or may not be in the third hidden couch cushion compartment."
Mom glared at him, the concern bright in her eyes. "One glass each. Only. Alright?"
Uh. Not the result of throwing himself on that verbal landmine he expected… But distraction completed! Victory! "Thanks Mom."
Summer also seemed touched. "Yeah, that's surprisingly cool, Mom."
His healthier looking mother stood and headed off to probably check on himself in the medical healing pod. "Meanwhile, I have another son to go ask a few questions about certain experiments."
Crap! It didn't work! We tried, it was a long shot. And that Rick was an ass anyway. Yeah, but we'll still miss him, won't we? Maybe. Your Rick is super hot though. Oh yeah, Sarah's the best! You remember that tall woman from Boob World, right? Sarah's way hotter than that! No, we got distracted by these stupid robotic ferrets, it was a whole big mess. I didn't get to go, and Rick promised. What!? You haven't been to Boob World!?
Their hive mind bustled as they tried to ignore the aggravated moms heading their way. Oh. Hi, woman who is apparently 'Space Beth'! Dang she's fit. I know right!?
At least he had someone to share memories with now. They both turned the connection up a few dozen percent.
Meanwhile Summer was so TOTALLY not on her first glass of wine now. "Man, Grandpa's non-hooch flask makes this stuff seem like trash, I really need to get one of the unrestricted ones…"
Didn't stop her from refilling her 'one serving'. Summer has a harder time adapting to our situations than we do. Yeah, and Mom has some crazy moments like Rick did sometimes. I kept her safe. I know, and thanks. Sarah can fix me up?
Morty tried not to snort. Haven't checked your enhancement list yet?
His other self was stunned. What IS this stuff!? Holy crap! Oh that is nothing, go over to my subdirectory and look up my design schematics. I just gave you access.
Huh, this would really help him get his work polished before trying to build something. Also, as a hormonal teenager, it was AWESOME having a secure place to hide and share pornographic memories. I know, right? Yeah, honestly the super science and powers comes second to that.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam sighed. <<No space Beth in this dimension. But from this stolen data, I'm pretty sure the 'Old Growth' is a local situation, not a universal constant that just happens to fail everywhere else.>>
Sarah glared at the hacked systems, this was the third planet they had infiltrated.
Well, used false credentials to walk in and get what they wanted, but it sounded cooler to use spy terms. "And you are SURE a Rick didn't cause this mess? Because it feels like we would have a hand in it somewhere."
Strangely enough, no. <<Came from this quadrant, and it's marked as one of the mostly native quarks of this dimension.>>
Not that it was safe to just TRUST data from a Rick, the laziness was real, but all the checks worked out. It was just so unlikely that Rick WASN'T involved that had them checking so many alternate sources.
Hmm. <<Let's avoid the 'Old Growth' for now, get some good work done and then leave.>>
Sarah sighed. "Fine. We own Human Resources?"
Oh yeah. <<Ready and waiting!>>
She checked the list again. "Right, do the thing with the stuff in the places!"
He snorted. Very dramatic. <<Will do!>>
Some false evidence of THIS jerk trying to set up THAT jerk, ensure these competent (But not sufficiently corrupt people) managed to get unexpected promotions and pay raises, make it look like a failed ploy by these jerks, start shifting the unlisted and illegal accounts into humanity efforts and research fields…
It was going to take a while. <<Still want to pass them data to help resist?>> Especially since this version of the Galactic Federation had managed to destroy most of the more organized cells of the Resistance.
She sighed. "Yeah. They are still jerks, but THIS bunch of morons didn't eradicate Earth like ours did. And they are still better than letting the 'Old Growth' mulchify society."
Hmph. Maybe. <<Fine.>>
In frustration Adam [[Harvested]] another log 'spaceship', if this trash could be called that.
This wasn't even USEFUL stuff to collect, it was just an efficient way to get shit done!
It was mostly wood, just specially treated and using the hive network of the 'Old Growth' to force reality to make it stay together! Not even high quality or exotic lumber either, just… ARGH!
Why did it work? Because they believed it would. Why did it hold together? Because they believed it would. Why were they actually winning against anyone else? Because they believe in wood. Heh.
Stupid dimension. <<It's not even fun growth designs, it honestly seems random! And where are the tree leaves!?>>
The stupid things didn't actually include roots, or photosynthesis! Because this powerful psionic network got shit done, but that didn't make this thing SMART. Just powerful! Fuck everything.
Sarah portalled to the next world, using Adam's sensors to not arrive in a noticeable location and to avoid bumping into anyone. "At the turnover rate the conflicts have, at least it is easy to assign the more moronic people into danger and keep the smarter one's alive? That should let the local Galactic Federation stabilize the situation. Probably."
Adam snorted. There was a REASON an idiotic network of flesh balls were winning a space war against all of this dimension despite only using melee weapons. <<The smartest people we are shoving into power are just barely competent enough to stall this mess. Maybe.>>
And even THAT might be too optimistic.
Seriously, the threat was real AND dire, but it was also freaking SLOW! Sure the ships held together with faith and bullshit, but that didn't make any of these vehicles remotely FAST. Part of the reason Adam knew Rick wasn't involved was because of how LONG the 'Old Growth' had been around.
It certainly earned the 'old' part of the title.
It was like Russia slowly losing to the world's most deadly and nearly indestructible snail invader ever. So slow that some people could (AND DID) go around the invading fleets and recolonize BEHIND the attacking forces!
How do you LOSE to something like this!? How fucking drunk was the local RICK to lose to this!?
Sarah had gotten here LATE, and yet spent hours investigating the Flesh World, killing lumberjacks, wandering around, waiting… All for the ship with her family in it to take HOURS to show up!
And they were barely away from Earth! Her OLD ship could have made the trip in minutes, and that was a clone decoy family piece-of-shit special!
She had only kept waiting out of sheer disbelief that the incoming vessel wasn't about to arrive, and because the stupid vessel was SO BADLY MADE that she had to wait for it to stop or it could have fallen apart when she portalled on board!
Sarah growled. "Stop ranting, I can feel it in the back of my skull."
But the FUCKING IDIOCY! <<Look at these statistics! Look at it! LOOK AT IT!>>
She had the audacity to blink… And actually chuckle. "Yeah, it's pretty bad."
Adam snarled! <<'Pretty bad' is forgetting to ensure your metal doesn't warp through temperature change, 'pretty bad' is having conversion issues when working internationally or with designers from other realities!>>
This fucking tech! <<THIS SHIT is a STAIN on science. On reality itself! I'm not sure I or even a fully zoned out and drugged Rick could design something this stupid on PURPOSE!>>
She grinned. "Oh? Is that a challenge?"
Adam froze.
Oh no. <<Sarah.>>
Her smile grew wider. "Did I mention that one of the Ricks made an Ionic Defibulizer? A machine that only works if it fails to operate according to the plans, designs, AND expectations?"
Don't you do this, Sarah. <<I WILL find death metal polka music and play it non stop for a week.>>
She paused… "Fine. Truce?"
Yeah, whatever. <<Truce.>>
Why did these stupid lumberjacks wear clothing anyway? They had no body parts to hide! Hell, why fingers? None of their so-called 'technology' had interfaces. They just believed the stupid things would go where required and reality forced it to happen.
Fuck this dimension, it sucked.
Sarah sighed. "Would you feel better if we go steal some really valuable junk from one of the leaders we are toppling?"
Grumble. <<Yeah.>>
Sarah nodded. "Then let's go steal some really valuable crap from one of the jerks in charge. Maybe that talking waffle dude who had that expensive butter kink, I think he had some hidden syrup reserves of the GOOD stuff."
...That did sound fun. <<Alright.>>
This dimension still sucked though.
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Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
The new hymn of the morty hivemind: The hivemind is for porn !
Meanwhile Summer will probably get a glare from Beth, Beth and a smirk from Space Beth once she gets found out.
Space Beth hiveminds will likely focus on become even more swole then Beths from JoJo dimensions.
Meanwhile Summer will probably get a glare from Beth, Beth and a smirk from Space Beth once she gets found out.
Space Beth hiveminds will likely focus on become even more swole then Beths from JoJo dimensions.
- Location
- Earth U.S.
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Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I don't think I want to know.
Exotic Butters
- Location
- Here
Screw it, I'm going to go ahead and add this to the media threadmark.
- Location
- Outside of the Omniverse slowly breaking in
Whatever happend to the sapient butter passer robot? Also, has Adam stolen the other Rick's house yet?
They will steal the hidden syrup reserves from waffle dude's expensive/exotic butter kink emporium...
*Raises finger*
*Lowers finger*
You know what I'm not going to go there.
In stead, I'll just say that find it interesting how they all react to hive mind settings differently. Characterization seems spot on.
*Raises finger*
*Lowers finger*
You know what I'm not going to go there.
In stead, I'll just say that find it interesting how they all react to hive mind settings differently. Characterization seems spot on.
- Location
- US
I agree but if it helps I just wanted you to know that I personally am loving everything that's happening to those other people that aren't me
- Location
- In the Depths, Lurking...
Damn, the hive mind sections were awesome. Especially Morty's stream of consciousness internal conversations. I followed it no problem, yet understood exactly what was happening there.
Just watching the "science" in this Jump make Adam rage is a thing of beauty. Not since the early days of Brother Adam have I seen such rants.
Just watching the "science" in this Jump make Adam rage is a thing of beauty. Not since the early days of Brother Adam have I seen such rants.
- Location
- Planet Earth
I'm trying to think what would be a GREAT setting to go to that would utilize what the MC(and Sarah) gain from the current one. So far, that being their advanced understanding of Genetics, Robotics, and memories. while still having to fit into the mold of a failing/corrupted/BAD reality/setting.
So...
-WORM,
being able to copy all that juicy DATA belonging to the Shards/Entities...
-DOOM,
lots of interesting tech and genetics...
-Harry Potter,
Interesting genetics and "magical" abilities, as well as useful memories/knowledge.
-Naruto,
Interesting genetics and Chakra abilities, as well as useful memories/knowledge.
-Half-Life(Maybe?),
Genetics, technology, and memories/knowledge... but watch out for those aliens.
-Mass Effect
-The Sims... again,
Could rapidly gain a TON of skillz with memories/knowledge. Plus the setting has a LOT to learn, though Sarah would probably run out of interesting things to do quickly.
-The Incredibles
Can't really think of too much more that would specifically be useful to what the MC has gained from this setting, that I have not stated previously for different reasons. Trying not to be a broken record.
So...
-WORM,
being able to copy all that juicy DATA belonging to the Shards/Entities...
-DOOM,
lots of interesting tech and genetics...
-Harry Potter,
Interesting genetics and "magical" abilities, as well as useful memories/knowledge.
-Naruto,
Interesting genetics and Chakra abilities, as well as useful memories/knowledge.
-Half-Life(Maybe?),
Genetics, technology, and memories/knowledge... but watch out for those aliens.
-Mass Effect
-The Sims... again,
Could rapidly gain a TON of skillz with memories/knowledge. Plus the setting has a LOT to learn, though Sarah would probably run out of interesting things to do quickly.
-The Incredibles
Can't really think of too much more that would specifically be useful to what the MC has gained from this setting, that I have not stated previously for different reasons. Trying not to be a broken record.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Yeah, we have already had TWO Worm-verses; Adam-Prime's home and the Post-GM Wormverse that is currently being invaded by the "Adventurer's Guild". I doubt we are going to be getting any more Wormverse, and for similar reasons we won't be getting Pokemon, My Little Pony, Star Wars, Inuyasha, RWBY, or a Cultivation world.
Red_Faux
私を終わらせる
- Location
- 'Straya M8
When all this is said and done, and for some reason Warehouse Adam is complaining to the Adam Hive Mind about how bullshit infinite problems is. Then for Adam Prime to be like, "Infinity? Pshaw that's nothing. Honestly... *snaps his fingers* There! Problems solved! Rick and Morty is now a feel good slice of life!"
Seriously though, he could use his soul recursion to make infinitely smaller Adams to fix infinitely smaller problems. That'd probably work. Supertask that shit!
Seriously though, he could use his soul recursion to make infinitely smaller Adams to fix infinitely smaller problems. That'd probably work. Supertask that shit!
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- Pronouns
- Mr.
I'm gonna be honest, I loved this fic when it started, but it has become just steal this steal that, mixed up technical jargon this that, and just *sigh*. Thanks for the chapter.
Yeah, Ace does have the issue in his writing where he tells instead of shows when he doesn't really know what he wants the MC to be doing. It's a large reason Ace abandoned his Harry Potter fic. And you can tell that Ace hasn't been feeling this fic for a while now, between massive technical jargon text walls, and his frequently having to be motivated to write at all this past year. It's improved somewhat, as he's seemed to have found some interesting enough content that currently he has some idea of the MC's adventure; but is having to fill in the gaps between the scenes he can visualize, with technical mumbo jumbo.
But it's kind of an issue with Ace, that if he doesn't just write, and tries to prefect the scenes, or just jots down the multiple ones in an attempt to actually flesh them out or connect them... he doesn't get anywhere. Once it's out, and not bugging him, it's also out of mind. So, we're left with Ace's impulse writing style. {edit}There is indication that this is due to a roughly hectic lifestyle and not completely by choice/personality wise, so it might not all be Ace's fault why he writes like that. {/edit}
And frankly, at least when it's not all technical jargon text walls, it's still okay to read, and more importantly, it's something to read which is better than nothing to read.
But it's kind of an issue with Ace, that if he doesn't just write, and tries to prefect the scenes, or just jots down the multiple ones in an attempt to actually flesh them out or connect them... he doesn't get anywhere. Once it's out, and not bugging him, it's also out of mind. So, we're left with Ace's impulse writing style. {edit}There is indication that this is due to a roughly hectic lifestyle and not completely by choice/personality wise, so it might not all be Ace's fault why he writes like that. {/edit}
And frankly, at least when it's not all technical jargon text walls, it's still okay to read, and more importantly, it's something to read which is better than nothing to read.
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