Sarah felt wonderful.
No, use more basic materials here, otherwise the modules you need to stabilize it over there will make stuff much more complicated. Don't just make things work, use better materials to begin with!
So relaxed. So relieved.
That's better, don't forget to ask yourself 'Why is this step/part/process' needed BEFORE asking 'How do I fix it/optimize it/simplify it', save yourself a bunch of effort.
Everything was so easy. So simple.
Meh, portal guns were easy enough to hack together, {schematic.data}, even the upgraded portal orbs are basic enough {portal_orb_schematic.data}, start designing a psionic only version of the ability. Something that can't be taken away from my precious children and grandchildren! Plasmids for the win!
Thousands of minds, millions of thoughts, decades of history.
What do you mean you don't know about Plasmids? Just look up the databases… Huh. Adam, give them the… Well, fine, then mark the stuff that acts funky as 'theoretical but unlikely' and THEN give them the data! My Mortys and little sweeties can handle a bit of risky testing!
She swam through data, flew among thoughts, danced betwixt the minds of others.
Oh my sweeties, you don't have to help the other Summers or Beths. We didn't save you to be minions, cannon fodder… We saved you because we love our family. It hurts us to see our loved ones in danger, in pain, trapped. And trying to 'keep you safe' would only be a slow death. Go out and be amazing!
Some left, many more came, and the world [[Grew]] along with the family.
Shh, you are another human cyborg spy unit. That doesn't make you any less of a Morty, we just need to give you a flesh and blood body and segregate your command codes from external influence, we've done this thousands of times. We all love you the same.
This world was lost, and therefore this dimension was safe. Considered trash by 'wiser' men.
She felt the ship twist from raw psionic resonance, as even the 'compressed' version of MRS began to grow to a small neighborhood block, then a small town, a large city. Hidden away through scientific shenanigans, the 'underground' space grew exponentially larger while hidden away and protected, the planet itself being consumed for constant growth and expansion.
Sarah dreamed, but in her mind, a thing so unlike any other Ricks… It so easily accessed the hive connections.
There were divisions now. Smith Clans that focused on rescue, that screamed for revenge, that gleefully hunted loot, that yearned for adventure, that searched the unknown. New collectives of Mortys and Summers and Beths who brought child MRS ships to search for resources, new experiences, missed family.
Sarah was not a normal person, was not in a normal state of mind, was weary in unusual ways from her rapid rescues.
The bounty boards became entertainment, as data streams from numerous command nodes were used to make action videos and record amazing scenes and endless views and humorous hidden captures. And for those too hurt to recover, many synced fully into their hive mind… For a while to heal, or forever to lose themselves.
Sarah, not a normal woman, saw these hive mind connections. '
Why not t̘̪͕ur̙̦̯̘̬n͎͚̻͓ t͈̗h̺̹͎̘ḙ̼͙͕̞ṃ͔ u͈͚͔͒̿̏̂̈͒ͅp͙̣͕̭̤ͪ͋ ̠̮͓̞ͫ̑͑̀t͍̓͐͌ͣ͗o̮̥̰̭̫̿͑̔ͥ̔ mͮ̓ͩͣ͆̀̾ͯ̌̇҉̵̜̣́ͅͅa̛̟̩̼̞̺̬̯͎̯̞̦̬̤͕̲̾̌ͫ̇̐͑̑̾̔͢x̡̬̪̣͇̮̗̩̙̜̝̺̟͉͔̪̌̈͊͋̿̃͆̏̎̎̍̾̍͊̅̕͜͢͞i̴̧̮̗̣̮̥̯̦̠̙͖̺͇̭̼̝̝̞̩̗̐͂̊̉ͮ̆ͣ͛͒̓̓͑̚͞m̞̙̦̲̲͈̼̤͎̩̠̣̻̖̐̂̌ͣ͊̍̈ͮ̀̇ͫ̀̃ͤ͐̋͜u̸͔̣͈̬̣̹͇̭̰̙̝̝̻̖̞̦̬̙̍̆ͬ̓̈́͊̌̇ͫ̉͐m̾̃͂ͮͪͦͮ̉̒ͥ̄̚͏̱̼̼̟͍̘̞̲̩̬͇̗̮̮͔̜̻͠͞͝͞?̬̰͎͓̙̹̟͇̹͔̝̖̐̄̈̊ͧ͌͋̀͜
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The thirty-two Beths in medical flinched. "Right, I felt that. Everyone else felt that?"
Lots of nods. Shit. "Hey Adam? Everything alright with Dad?"
The hack letting Dad's strange ultra computer communicate through Mrs. Ship always sounded a bit off to them, but it at least made it easier to keep in touch.
His voice hummed from the nearest speaker. "She'̸s ̀a͝ bit҉ ̢p͡un͜çh dŕunk̡,҉ b̵u̶t̶ sh͏e̶ ͘wi͏l̢l͜ b͢e̷ ́f̢i̕ne. T̷ur̵ns̀ out p͞ushing r̀àpid͏l͡y͏ ͟t̷hrou͠gh d҉i̴mens҉i̶ona̶l̵ ̶p̨si̛on͡i̶c̕ f͜įe̕lds ͏can ͞ŗe͏al͡l͡y wea͟r ou̴t ̕a͘ ͡p̸erson͜ ̷i͏f̴ t̶he̕y ar͜e͏n't t̡ak͝ing͟ a ͠f͜e̕w b̀r͜e͝ak̨s͡ ̕here and́ t̵he͠re͠."
One of the more medically inclined Mortys snorted. "Sarah's been wandering through our designs for weeks now changing stuff and leaving notes everywhere. When we try to see if she's alright or attempt to get her to come back and wake up she just sends us the mental equivalent of a pat on the head and wanders off."
Adam chuckled. "A̶lr̷i͟ght̸, f̡ín͟e̴. ҉S̕he͘'s ̷V҉EŖY̢ pun̵c̢ḩ ͝dr͠un͢k,̷ b̛u̵t b̶i̢o͞l̸o̕gi͞ca͜l͜l̨y a͠n̡d̸ m̶ęntall̴y͠ she i͢s ͏d̶o͠ing al͝r҉ig͏h҉t."
Beth frowned as she felt herself check on the new batch of rescued family, test bloodwork, check on bandaging, and so on and so forth. Beth_Medical hive mind was useful, but didn't keep them all from feeling frustrated sometimes. "But what was that… That 'twang' just now?"
The voice paused as data was sent. "So͏me҉one or so̧me͞t̴hin҉g͝ r͟e̢mind̶ed he̷r ̨t͡ḩat̶ she ̕h͟a͟s̴ ͞h͏ive̢ mínd ͟c͞onņec͏tions,̡ ̵m̴or̵e ̵t́h͟an ́anyo̸ne els͞e͏ s̢i̧n̢ce ̸w̷e i͟n̷i̸t̸i̵a̛t͢ed the st̶ŗuc͠tu̡r̛e wa͏y̴ ͟ba̕ck҉ w͝h̸én҉. An͏d ͠s̕he j̸ust deci͢dèd to̷ ̛f͜u̸lly̶ en͏abl̕e̛ t͞h̷em a̴͟͜l҉̀́͠͝l͢҉̢.͠͏̀"
EVERYONE flinched at that last word.
They then MENTALLY flinched when they understood what was said. "What!?"
Adam seemed unconcerned. "I̶t's f̡i͠n͝e, ̷e̛s͞p̸e̶cial̨ly̧ sin̛ce th̴e͠ ̢ps̨i͟o̷nic͠ ̡c̛ry̛s̕tal̢s̀ g͠rowin̢g̀ ̷t̷h̀rough our̡ MRS̛ ̕S̴hip̷ hav́e b̛a̷sica̡lly t̸akȩń ͞ov͏e͟r͡ ͟t̀he̶ hiv͟é m̨i͢nd in͝f̧ra҉str͞uçt̢u̕ŕę ͡a̡t ̧thįs̷ ͜poi̡n̴t. ̡Sàra͝h͘ w҉ill b̀e ̕a̧ ͠b͢it c͡onfúse͠d ̸fo̧r.͝.. A ̧while..͜.͢ Bu͜t oth͝e̸r̡ t̛h҉an ̢that, no p͜roble̶m."
Mrs. Ship broke in. "I'm sorry, I've done WHAT!?"
Nope! No time for another Adam/Ship banter fight! "Is this going to set back Dad's recovery time!?"
She had basically been out of it for a month now, though physically, mentally, and psionically she read as fully recovered according to the sensors. Even the more crazy ones Morty put together when everyone was really getting worried.
Adam chuckled. "I̢f ́sh̕e͝'s̛ ͜nee҉d̢e͜d̴, ̕s͠he'll̕ ͠wakȩ ͟easil͘y͏ enou̧g͠h̀. ͜No҉,̕ ̶t͢his ̛i̷s̡ ͢j̸ust.̨.͘. Shè h͡as͢n't̸ ͏h́ad̨ f̕am҉i͢ly fo̸r ve͢r̶y ̕l̡o̢ng at͝ al̕l̸.́ ͟H̀avin̸g t͞hįs ͟m̡any ch̡ildr̨en͢ an͝d̶ gr̴a͝nd͘ c̵hild̴r͏en, aĺl̸ jus҉t ̡w͏aiting̵ t̛o̵ ̨b̀e ̀ado͝r̶ed͏ ̵ov́er ͟án͞d ͠fa̸t͟here͟d̀ ov́er͏ ̶a̛n҉d͡ ͝p͝rais͡ed ánd ̵s̕o̧ ̡fo̡r͟th͝.͡..͟ W͜el͏l, i͞t́ ͏wi͏ll͞ be ͝ton̕e̸d̸ d͜o̶wn ͡e͏ven̛tu̴ally.́"
He paused. "P̧rob͡ab̶l̨y."
The Beths sighed. How were they supposed to argue with that? Not to mention they could all FEEL her Dad somewhere around them now, seeming to smile and laugh and point and coo and praise and poke.
Still. "It's a bit embarrassing."
Adam seemed to audibly shrug. "Pár͢ent̢s̴ c̶a͡n b͏e.̷"
Most of the Mortys and the few Summers in the clinic nodded solemnly even as the Beths rolled their eyes.
Fine. "Tell her that when the rescue crews save enough for us to drop down to six hour shifts per day or lower, she HAS to come spend time with us in the real world too. For nothing else, than to be on hand when one of the more standard Ricks stumbles on this whole thing."
How on earth that hadn't happened yet was beyond them.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In a dimension where Rick was eaten and Jerry joined the zombie hoard, the recently saved and emptied Smith home suddenly had a green portal open up.
And Richard Daniel "Rick" Sanchez the III stumbled out of it, drinking from his flask. A concerned Morty followed. "Aw jeez, Rick! Why didn't we come sooner!?"
The drunk scientist grumbled. "Because 'Paranoid Rick' set up a FUCK lot of contengencies, and by the time ours came up several days had already passed. The only reason I'm bothering to follow up on this mess is because sometimes it pans out as a valid concern, I owe him a solid, and he is probably dead now."
Morty held his bat with nails at the ready. "Probably!?"
Rick grunted. "Yeah, he {Belch!} He is a Rick, death is not always a permanent thing for us. Depends on how many defenses he remembered to set up. And, I guess, how many he trusted to actually activate."
This room was empty, but a few of the defenses were still up. "You'd be surprised at how few things the guy was willing to trust to actually work as designed."
Morty paused as they made sure the area was secure. "Well uh. Not really? 'Paranoid Rick' was well…"
Yeah. "Paranoid, I know. The problem is {Swig.} that there is literally an infinite number of people who could be hunting us or after him specifically. Well, that {Belch!} and the fact he cares about those risks. Most Ricks just kill anyone who fucks with us or turns them into mayonnaise or something."
He paused, entering a massive password with only his left pinky. "This particular Rick though, he focused on contingencies. Based on what the alert said, if they worked out correctly? We should be able to save his family and MAYBE himself from the secured room under the secured room between the secured rooms under the… Well, anyway."
Morty twisted his weapon. "Will… Would they be alright down there?"
He snorted. "He's Paranoid Rick, he probably has enough rations for them to stay locked up for a decade or two." Stupid authorization code, it REQURED some wrong entries and reattempts to correctly be entered.
As the code was finally accepted, Rick sighed… And walked away. "Right, now we have to go outside and come back in wearing hats."
Morty blinked. "What?"
Another swig… Better. "Yeah, Paranoid Rick's security systems suck BALLS to get through. Get comfy, this unlocking process is going to take days to finish. And don't go to the bathroom yet, we are going to need that in eight hours. That's like step 3,422 or something."
His grandson winced. "Gross."
Meh, fair enough. But there was a REASON that Paranoid Rick had survived enough to get this paranoid.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
In a dimension where Rick had exploded and Jerry had turned the attacking army towards his more distant home, the recently saved and emptied Smith home suddenly had a green portal open up.
And Richard Daniel "Rick" Sanchez the III stumbled out of it, drinking from his flask. A concerned Morty followed. "Aw jeez, Rick! Why do we have to do this?"
The drunk scientist grumbled. "To save some damn cash you moron! Now help me loot this house, and if you see any survivors let me know."
The mind altered boy smiled! "Oh!? You think maybe one of us survived here?"
Hopefully not, it sucked having to kill off loose ends and rewrite Morty's mind. Took up a whole afternoon. "Yeah, {Belch!} whatever, get to carrying shit." With a grunt he fell heavily into a chair. Free stuff or not, it wasn't worth HIM doing shit today.
Unknown to both new visitors, an improbable chance had the vibration of Rick sitting down causing some unstable chemicals to jostle in the lab where the surviving Summer had hidden away before Sarah saved her.
The unlikely situation didn't do much. Almost nothing was damaged, almost no change occurred.
It was just a tad unfortunate however that the sudden new reaction happened to produce a chemical that destroyed the paper note explaining where Summer had been taken away to for medical treatment.
And yet, it was even MORE unfortunate that the secured communication device NEXT to that note was damaged and suddenly malfunctioning due to the unexpected liquids that foamed over it too! How sad, it was a very advanced device despite how simplistic it seemed.
Ah well, the liquidized paper sludge and broken electronics would get thrown away by Rick and Morty (Mostly Morty) later on, so it probably didn't matter. And similar incidents happened in other dimensions all the time (At least recently), so it wasn't a big deal.
On an unrelated note, gathering hundreds of thousands of Mortys on an impossible ship constructed out of psionic crystals tuned to Morty himself? An army of Mortys that ALL were dosed with 'Enhance Self' and similar psionic stabilization serums, ones that ensured any interactions with each other would be conceptually beneficial to themselves?
Well, that actually didn't do anything. Literally nothing at all!
Not according to any sensors, at least.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam was documenting EVERYTHING!
Sure, materials and schematic from one Jump apparently 'cost' less to duplicate or replicate while in the same reality, or at least when it came from a Jump that had similar unseen cosmic foundational rules and formation, but this was still good stuff!
Some of this mess would easily be converted into something usable in the Bioshock Jump, even if a few issues might crop up. A few abilities not quite working right, some equipment not existing correctly, the small stuff basically.
Though it did explain why getting a local 'Infinite material generation' hack going made Jump building drastically cheaper. Sarah was still 'growing' ores and materials using the mako and magic generators from the FF7 Jump, but that stuff (at least locally) was conceptually a bit expensive to 'convert' into local equivalents.
No one wanted to use 'steel' for a house that acts like foam or pie or something unexpected due to universal constants not being so constant, after all.
It was probably why most Jumpchain children didn't have many 'infinite material' options that weren't part of the Warehouse alone, since that was PART of the Jumpchain Avatar himself/herself and therefore could skip the annoying 'Not part of local existence' issues.
And why farms and stuff WORKED in Warehouses… Only animals spawned locally would count as [[harvestable]], theoretically. Those Warehouse units were beyond gone from Sarah's setup, so it was impossible to tell.
Well, whatever. Sarah might have stuff that was super finicky sometimes depending on where she was and what restrictions the local Jump had, but at LEAST Adam could show her the exact issues AND help set up protective and detailed safety protocols to keep her from messing up.
A normal Jumper would just have a whole section of their skill BLOCKED for that Jump, at least for external use. No handing out magic potions or serums for THEM. Sheesh.
Sarah's setup was better, in Adam's biased opinion.
Oh! And 'Research' was pretty sure that at least Sarah could keep using her portal orbs in future Jumps! So take THAT, you non-broken/properly working Warehouses! Adam 01 - Straw Warehouse 00!
Heh. Anyway!
From what Adam could tell, the 'benefit' to purchasing the portal gun wasn't just to 'use it' on future Jumps, but to use local Jump laws to force FUTURE Jumps to spawn a multitude of dimensions like here in the Rick and Morty Jump. In other words, to have places to portal TO, destination wise.
Which explained why it was so fucking expensive. Sheesh.
That said, if a Jump already HAD another dimension, like heaven or neverland or the care bears kingdom or whatever, Sarah's portal orbs (And Portal Plasmid, if the Mortys figures that out) could get her there.
It was basically a tunnel variant of her existing teleporting abilities, and Adam was ensuring that any improvements the two skills could borrow or steal from each other were being recorded and tested.
At least Sarah herself would be able to use this mess anywhere, even if Plasmids or Magic or even Science aren't necessarily workable for outsiders she tries to enhance on her journey.
Anyway, back on topic!
ALL the documentation!
Sure, the Beths were gathering all sorts of interesting data for 'Research' due to them doing all those rescue and loot and killing missions while wearing the Morty armors with enhanced hive mind connected sensor suites, and Summers had all sorts of off the wall ideas and random fun projects that Adam loved to observe and sometimes mess with…
But damn, Morty.
That boy took to the hive mind like he was BORN for it.
Maybe there was a reason many local Ricks ended up in a relationship with a
hive mind in the past? Because while ALL the Smiths enjoyed the connection and communication method to a certain extent, it didn't come CLOSE to how deep the Mortys went.
Most Mortys tend to stay above 66% connection to the Morty hive mind at minimum, even the Smith hive hit 32% or higher most of the time! They shared memories like breathing, exchanged ideas like free snacks, and inspiration flowed as a river through the entire mess!
Adam was having a hell of a time just watching them clash and grow as they split into groups, into arguments, as they joined and turned and twirled and… It was almost like every Morty already had a weak connection to the others BEFORE they got augmented.
It was beautiful, even as it directly improved their 'little side projects'.
After all, a single Morty wasn't a replacement for a Rick. Honestly, to most Ricks? A Morty was worth like… their neighbor Gene with donkey brains, or half a Paul Giamatti, or two crows. Depending on how much of a dick that Rick was, of course.
But what if there were a hundred Mortys? A thousand? Ten thousand? More?
All able to help expand a thought or point out issues, all sharing memories and teachings and lessons and what tiny fragments of teaching the Ricks bothered to give.
Not to mention the many fake Mortys, robot Mortys, alternate memory Mortys, and so on and so forth that Sarah had rescued and 'healed' up to something more baseline and sane. Talk about an outside perspective!
Now the Morty hive mind had thousands of sub hive minds that all got different levels of connection and investments. And yes, as a teenager, several are dedicated to devient topics or basic porn. But on average?
They were making some good shit.
Oh, Adam certainly helped. He had set up a stupidly large set of databases inside MRS by this point, with information on many topics, separated by region and planet and dimension and culture and so on and so forth.
Some of the more inventive Summers had even visited other worlds that still had economies and higher learning and PAID to have those learned people and creatures scanned by some of the more advanced tools Morty made, and THAT had turned out so well that there was an ongoing bounty now for squads exploring dimensions to scan libraries and minds and stuff.
It sort of built on itself, and new Mortys could easily join the hive and 'catch up' in moments with no trouble. That stacked up, and Adam certainly wasn't stopping it or slowing things down by letting 'Research' help parse out the mess into easily searched chunks and usable connections.
After all, it meant one important fact: More data!
Woo!
Oh, and on a related note? The amount of drugs that Summers ended up doing had dropped significantly. Turned out, it was MUCH less frustrating and yet very satisfying to dunk yourself into the Summer hive mind than it was to huff enamel.
The moms certainly appreciated that, at least.
That said, there were now Rescue Beths and Space Beths and Pirate Beths and Medical Beths and Huntress Beths and Family Beths and Exploring Beths and a few Ship Beths and (so far) one Tree Beth (Nope, no idea how that happened). Sarah's daughters were amazing to watch in action, and seemed much less restricted now that they had a family they could really rely on for support.
Really a go getter woman honestly.
Thankfully, while there was still a massive amount of material on this dead Earth to [[Harvest]], the many resource orbs were ramping up in capacity… So the frantic growth and manufacturing orbs had material and energy to keep going as MRS grew ever larger and more complicated.
Many Summers, Mortys, and Beths were getting portal orbs now just to more easily visit different sections of the home ship (Ship home?). Thankfully it was easy enough for Adam to quickly ensure no potential overlaps or damage to anyone…
Uh yeah. Seeing Sarah's broken memories of people standing in the wrong spot and getting bisected or worse? Well, it was WORTH making the Portal Orb more complex and less efficient to ensure such damage was purposeful rather than accidental.
In fact, wasn't one of the Mortys trying to establish a relative portal blade for his arm? It was supposed to 'slice' through stuff by sending material to a trash dimension instead of bothering to burn or cut anything. Right, where was that schematic, Adam saw it SOMEWHERE earlier.
His attention was caught instead by the most recent shift change. Ooh! The teams will be back soon! New family/stolen food goods/data storage units/interesting materials/drugs for selling to the eventual external Rick market! Nice!
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Sarah Bellum smiled at the beautiful thing her sweeties had built, the amazing work that had been constructed… And sighed. <Adam.>
He was bouncing along! <<Hmm dee dum dee do! Oh, another copy of the Library of Congress? Oh, this one is written in Nyan-Cat speak! Score!>>
Come on, Boss. <Adam.>
He really wasn't paying attention. <<Oh a psionically enhanced recipe for Qrickar Pie!? Oh, uh. Well, that is pretty much just pumpkin pie, but still! Technically different! Right? Maybe. Hang on, let's look it up in 'Research' and maybe...>>
Sigh. <A̼̩͎̣̻̪̱d͕̦͉̙̺̦a̩̝̼̝̦m̻͉͔͔.>
His information jerked! <<ACK! Don't DO that! Oh, my poor computational units!>>
Instantly a thousand tasks got queued up and handled. <<Sorry, what's up Sarah?>>
She smiled at her family. <It's time to go.>
His shock pulsed. <<Huh?>>
Yeah, it felt too soon for her too.
Adam actually whined, the big goof. <<But! But the data! Look at all the delicious data!>>
Sarah smiled, having watched thousands of Mortys also going nuts over the stuff. <Yep. Lots of fun data.>
He sent a nod! <<Yeah, we gotta get like… LOADS more before we consider doing anything else! A few centuries at least, the healing pods will keep the family up and running that long no problem.>>
Heh. <No, it's time to go.>
Adam pouted! <<What!? At least like… five years?>>
She sighed. How to put this in a way he would accept? <We need to keep going. I need to keep growing. The family is safe now, it is self growing and able to defend itself, and I will still be here when we go.>
He humphed! <<But the data!>>
Yeah, she saw that 'data'. <How much of it is ACTUALLY useful? And not just varients of 'neat' and 'huh'? Most of the advanced stuff is being done by our Mortys and the one or two motivated Ricks out there, and it isn't enough to keep us from moving on.>>
Adam swelled up! And deflated. <<Yeah, I… I guess I realized that most of the 'advanced' science only works here because of all the heavy psionic fields and local Jump environment. And we did snag most of the interesting stuff already.>>
Yeah, she knew. Sarah had seen the massive amounts of 'Duplicate, Skip!' messages Adam was wading through by this point. Recently the guy had been ecstatic over math books that were based on flawed principles just because it had fun bad logic in it to make stuff make sense.
They probably should have left weeks ago.
Still. <What's really going on here, Adam? Why are you so reluctant?>
He sighed. <<You know how you leave a clone behind when we Jump?>>
Yep. <Planned on me leaving a secondary mental clone for my hive mind too. I REALLY don't want to leave a clone of Shiva here. Why?>
Adam mentally slounched. <<I can't do that. Or more accurately, I can do that… Once.>>
Huh?
He sent data. <<When I move on, I personally will stay with you as your Warehouse, though I might become more integrated and more… Warehouse-like. I will basically be the clone though, as my shard moves on.>>
Sarah blinked at the thought that one day, Boss would do to her what she was doing to her own loved ones. It was kind of a nice warm fuzzy thought, that they were symmetrical like that. <Huh.>
Adam hummed. <<Yeah, and like my Cultivation self establishes a feed with my Source, so I will become a Warehouse self sending data to my greater self as my shard self moves on to further adventure. In a way, you'll be safer then because if something goes REALLY bad, a whole LOT of Adams would find out. And have opinions.>>
Sarah followed the logic even as she mentally made a note to ask about this 'Cultivation' and 'Source' self later. <So except for your shard?>>
He sent data. <<Yeah, I'm already a growing hive mind. My own nature won't let me spit further while on this trip with you and well... Like I said, I like the infinite, if useless, data here.>>
She sighed. <Well, I mean… I guess we can stay longer?> It felt wrong though. Something inside knew that she had to keep Jumping toward her end goal, it was an instinct. This Jump was stable and safe, it was time to move on.
He grumbled. <<No, I'm just a bit grumpy. I mean, I could make recursive versions of myself inside myself making recursive versions of myself, but they would just follow us as we Jump and then we would ALL complain about it. No thank you.>>
Uh. Alright, whatever: Let that go Sarah. <Get the next options ready?>
Adam sent a thumbs up! <<Will do! And hopefully I've figured out how to better test what skills, material, and equipment can be used by us BEFORE we make a choice this time! Maybe.>>
She felt him get to work doing whatever he did to make this mess operate and took some time to set up her own local hive mind Avatar. Had to be careful not to accidentally make one for each EXISTING hive mind, no child should have his (or her) female grandfather inside their mind for their whole life.
That would be awkward.
