More importantly — does a specialized hat-shaped Friend qualify as a hat? Can a Friend wear a hat-Friend, who's wearing another slightly smaller hat-Friend, which is wearing another hat-Friend, and so on, ad infinitum?
So many questions.
Are there any objects that are hats without being accepted hat styles?
Who accepts hat styles? Is there an objective standard or QA's preference or objectively QA's preference?
So, fair warning: I won't be answering further questions OOC about what does and does not qualify as a hat, because that's a loop that never ends (and may be subject to change anyway).
So, fair warning: I won't be answering further questions OOC about what does and does not qualify as a hat, because that's a loop that never ends (and may be subject to change anyway).
does a specialized hat-shaped Friend qualify as a hat? Can a Friend wear a hat-Friend, who's wearing another slightly smaller hat-Friend, which is wearing another hat-Friend, and so on, ad infinitum?
That was actually answered in the original quest. While hat-Friends and hat-Friend-chains work, the powers don't propagate past their immediate wearer:
Living and robotic hats exist in the public consciousness; therefore, they are fair game. The powers given by them wouldn't be any stronger or weaker than those given by ordinary hats, though. In addition, anything you're wearing as a hat cannot wear a hat larger than it is. So you could have a pyramid of Friends using Friends as hats, but not a tower.
EDIT: You would not get powers from the hat of your hat.
AN: This story now has its first (wishful thinking there, I know) fanart, courtesy of @Squirrelly-Sama!
Calibrations had slowly turned from frustrating to fun as Queen Administrator adapted to human control methods. The shard had expected Instructor Shapira to depart and complete other duties, yet the expected departure never arrived. The Valkyrie remained available and willing to answer questions whenever asked, and even seemed to be practicing Impeller control between queries. QA wasn't sure whether it was a deliberate query-trap or not; even if it was, though, that just meant Shapira was trying to encourage improvement.
>> Cadet Taylor Hebert: "Query: Why do you repeatedly saturate your immediate surroundings with an Impeller Field even when that results in a significant decrease to density?"
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "To act as a basis for comparison. There are a few useful techniques that require levels of Impeller compression beyond what I can currently manage. I'm trying to find the biggest sources of internal interference so that they might be eliminated or repurposed."
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "That isn't particularly useful for you right now, though. For actual combat applications: Impellers generally give feedback sooner than conventional sensors can. Once your reaction time is fast enough, you'll be able to move your Impeller to defend against specific incoming projectiles. That can be easier if you dedicate some of your Impeller toward warning you of such attacks. This also has the benefit of increasing the area in which you can manifest equipment."
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "It is often better to look at where the enemy is aiming and work from there, though. And speaking of aiming, are you trying to control all your weapons independently? Because it's generally easier to just target one or more objects and subsequently assign weapons to them. Weapons taken from the fabricator should already have software indicating their default firing patterns."
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "You won't have time to calculate the projectile trajectories of all your own weapons when you're simultaneously aiming at moving targets, maintaining awareness of your surrounding area, adjusting your Impeller, and avoiding enemy action. Processing is as much a resource as ammunition is."
Queen Administrator slowed to a stationary hover and reviewed Instructor Shapira's latest set of messages. The Valkyrie did raise a number of legitimate criticisms; even if perfect independent control would raise the effective lethality of each individual weapon, the resource requirements for each piece of equipment would see a far larger increase.
QA might be piloting a host, but she wasn't a host. Human interfaces were deceptive and failed to properly report nearly all the supplementary processing necessary to allow her recent endeavors; however, as a shard, she knew very well that optimization of host abilities did not necessarily equate to overall efficiency. If a host-species had found adequate shortcuts for non-essential activities, then QA could save her own processors for tasks normally beyond humans. This Cycle was weird; if she wasn't careful, she might actually run into a major computing limitation at some future date.
With that in mind, QA installed a lock-on function for each of her weapons, designated a sequential series of targets, and initiated the sequence. Explosive shells and laser fire supplemented each other to destroy designated portions of each target. The loss of vital structural supports sent buildings slowly tipping into each other, and the simulated city block crumbled.
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "Well, that didn't take long. Good job."
Queen Administrator let her Host's body experience the chemical reward for praise. It was nice to have an upper-rank human actually acknowledge her achievements. All the others seemed determined to either ignore or intimidate her.
These simulators aren't so frightening after all, QA decided. She could engage in activities utilizing normally-lethal weaponry without risking any hosts or persons she actually liked. Humans would even praise her for it!
>> Instructor Liri Shapira: "By the way, Leonhart dropped off apology cookies and said she'd try to avoid scaring you again. She'd like to apologize once you're willing to see her, too. I stored the cookies so they wouldn't get cold, but you should probably stop for lunch anyway."
Queen Administrator went motionless and reread Shapira's message. Repeatedly. It did not fit the recent behavioral model she had constructed for Instructor Leonhart. Was Leonhart trying to get QA to lower her guard? No, further attacks would definitely violate standard UN policy and likely lead to demotion or reassignment.
QA checked her archived alerts for possible explanations and read the logged message from UNOMI-33181, Yana Smirnov. Apparently, they'd noticed when Queen Administrator accessed restricted files in her search for possible meddling from :MOTHER:. Rather than punishing her, UNOMI-33181 merely asked that QA avoid such trawls in the future, especially when it came to personnel files.
A follow-up message suggested that they engage in recreational gaming at some future time since QA now knew Yana's name. There was no mention of the reflexive intrusion that allowed Queen Administrator to acquire that information.
…The shard didn't intend to complain about the lack of negative social consequences, but would it kill humans to be a little more consistent in their behaviors? This was getting exceptionally confusing. Were they supposed to be enemies or not?
~ ~ ~
The nameless girl should probably be feeling terrified and betrayed right about now. Imminent deportation from Wonderland with no warning or time to pack her luggage? Not fun. The fact that she wasn't feeling any of that probably contributed to Symbie's argument. All the girl could manage was a sort of dull disgruntlement mixed with pride. She didn't enjoy being challenged, yet she was proud that Symbie did feel up to confronting her.
She hadn't been fair to Symbie at all, had she? According to the papers they'd been reading, emotional neglect was still a type of abuse, and Symbie was just an infant. The girl wished she'd had the courage to call out her dad when he failed to–
Her hands reflexively grasped for flowers that refused to manifest. Hmm. Maybe she could see where Symbie was coming from.
"Okay, can I come back if I admit I might have a problem?"
<in sleeps.>
That was something, at least. She'd probably convince everyone she had narcolepsy, but hey, who would have the nerve to call her out on it? It wasn't as though the girl hadn't been considering going outside of her own accord. Flying looked like fun even with starfish in the skies. Therapeutic demolition looked even better, especially with her guest-self kindly doing more than half the prep-work for her.
"And you took care of the recovery-based contingencies?"
<negation. you did.>
...Huh. The girl didn't remember doing that. Was it one of the field trip permission slips she'd signed without reading? Or an EULA? It was one of those, wasn't it? She'd never neglect reading legal documentation ever again. She was lucky she hadn't signed away her soul or something.
"The rampant hardware growth? I'm still not sure what was causing all that."
<assimilated.>
Well, the girl supposed that was one way to exploit unplanned hardware. She'd been allocating much of it to Friends, but they didn't have any use for a significant portion of the new construction.
"You aren't going to be lonely, are you? I don't want to leave you on your own for two-thirds of the day."
<improvement projected.>
Ouch. That passive-aggressive little comment actually hurt even with the suppression from flowers. The girl really hadn't been a good parent to Symbie at all. Still, guilt wasn't pleasant and she knew how to deal with unpleasant feelings. If she was going to be forced out anyway, she didn't really need to hold off on the bad habits being shoved in her face, right?
"Can I at least be given tea-creation privileges?"
<ok.>
The girl blinked and slowly started grinning. She hadn't expected to get away with that one. A wave of her hand summoned a china cup of black tea made from black flowers. Her fingers wrapped around the handle, lifted it to her face, and stopped short of actually tilting it back.
Was this actually okay? She'd been very careful to tell Symbie no known lies or otherwise deliberately trick the symbiont. It was never good to treat one's creations poorly; that was a short path toward grim dark futures with time-traveling robots, experiments that killed all the researchers and took over the facility, or offspring that shoved their parent off a tower during a victory monologue. Even if Symbie's instincts did most of the parenting for her, it still wasn't good to set bad examples for children.
She shook her head. Even if she wasn't all that upset about it, Symbie had arguably betrayed the girl first. She was just returning the favor and—and teaching an important lesson about cycles of unkindness? Something like that. Besides, this might be the last dose she got until further notice. She took a sip.
...Nothing happened. No, wait. That wasn't accurate. It didn't have the expected numbing effect on her emotions and memories; it did make her drowsy. The girl stubbornly kept her fluttering eyes open as she listened to the cup. Humming, not screeching. The taste and smell were right, but the pitch was far too low to have been brewed from black flowers like she'd intended.
"Clever girl," she begrudgingly praised.
<malware denied.>
~ ~ ~
Online guides warned against petting service animals unless it was done by their owner. Anna had expected her classmates to casually disregard those guidelines. Instead, they seemed to have trouble even looking at loyal little Silver. How? Silver had such darling diamond hooves, sparkling silver eyes, tiny twitchy ears, and a glittering coat comparably soft to the blanket-den back in Anna's bedroom. Why would they act as though Silver was something unsightly?
Silver's overlay flickered, momentarily revealing the pegacorn in all her abyssal glory. Oh. Anna had forgotten that not everyone had the benefit of an overlay. She could ask Silver to drop the cloak, but that would mean Anna would have to feed her. What would that even entail?
Video: Feeding happy miniature horses.
. . .
Anna swallowed and reset her body to avoid disrupting class with involuntary noise. Feeding Silver would not be a hardship. Anna would wait until after the first class was over, though; she didn't want to distract her classmates any more than they already had been.
"—And I think we can let you out a couple minutes early," Instructor Meyer was saying. "I know navigating the Arcology can be tricky when you're new. Remember, check your planners and don't be late to afternoon classes!"
Oh. Or it can already be done. 92 seconds early didn't fit Anna's standard definition of a couple minutes, but maybe Instructor Meyer was rounding to the nearest minute. Additionally, most cadets did not appear willing to exploit the opportunity offered; they gathered in small social groups or turned toward Shuri. Significantly more time would be spent navigating the crowds if this behavior continued.
To: pg8tydfeLUgGL1f
>> "Could you turn off your absorption cloak for a while? I'll feed you myself."
Anna's sensors stopped compensating for a hole in the world, threw up a dizzying number of distance-anomaly warnings, and went back to ignoring Silver's existence. Why did some of the rangefinders seem to think Silver was six, sixteen, or thirty kilometers away? She was barely six centimeters.
The overlay was not as accurate as expected, either. It had been fairly accurate, but Silver's armor seemed to have an order of magnitude more facets than were observed on a different Friend at breakfast. Additionally, Silver's eyes were a deep blue instead of the expected silver-white. They still looked like sparkling sapphires, though.
…Ambient noise levels had dropped by over fifteen decibels. Anna looked around the room and found the room looking back.
This was a mistake. Anna grabbed Silver in both arms and hurried toward the exit, intent on escaping before she was surrounded by gossiping gaggles of teenage girls. Unfortunately, flight was not an option, so the best she could do was a purposeful stride toward the exit.
She was intercepted and surrounded before she could reach the objective.
"Are you an Ace? You were just as fast as the Golden Ace and the Instructors."
"Your diamond unicorn is just beautiful. Where did you get her?"
"How long did it take you to get that good? You were amazing!"
"Do you know what Hebert's deal is? I know Instructor Leonhart admitted fault, but… tentacles?"
"Could you teach me that trick with the shell-redirection? I don't get how shrapnel didn't go flying everywhere."
Anna had not anticipated this consequence of shielding Taylor's terrified Friends. She would do it all over again, though. However, Anna didn't enjoy how the Valkyries-in-training seemed intent on pushing themselves into her personal space and forcing her further away from the exit. Would it be wrong to push them aside with her Impeller? Just a little nudge?
Silver opened a mouth filled with serrated metal teeth and hissed at the intrusive crowd of cadets. The crowd collectively went quiet.
To: pg8tydfeLUgGL1f
>> "Intimidation is acceptable, but no attacking humans. Ever."
<ASSENT.>
Anna blinked in bewilderment. Did—did Silver just send a sixty-gigabyte set of files containing nothing but synonyms for agreement, historical examples of fealty, notable systems of laws, original poetry, psychological studies of human attachments, historical examples of deliberate self-sacrifice — she wasn't reading the rest of that. It was becoming too depressing.
Why?How? A statistically significant portion of that information wasn't even available in public archives. In fact, Anna was pretty sure some of it had been thought lost during Impact. Some of the documents referenced didn't note only the text they contained, but their molecular composition. And the analysis of paintings included artist bibliographies and times of death for—
. . .
Nope. She wasn't thinking about it. Anna moved around the other cadets while they were still recovering from Silver's display. However, as Anna hurried out of the classroom, what she observed behind her did not match any anticipated reactions.
"Ohmygod that was so cute!"
"It's like a little baby cryptid!"
"I know! Ah, Instructor Meyer? Do you know where Taylor and Anna got their pets?"
Anna prepared to briskly disengage from yet another student as they followed her into the hallway. Recognition applied before the dismissal was delivered. Anna's follower was Monica Augustine, the roommate of Taylor Hebert and owner of the pegacorn-Friend Nyx. The pegacorn in question wasn't seated in Monica's arms like Silver was for Anna; instead, Monica just held Nyx's central body and allowed the pegacorn's legs to dangle in the air. Available designs indicated pegacorn-Friends were more than capable of handling any additional structural stress without significant issues.
Anna reset her body again.
"Hello there!" Monica greeted her with stiff cheer. "Do you know where Taylor went?"
Anna did not, but that was easily fixed. She still had an active tracking program that would warn her whenever Taylor closed to within forty meters and/or entered the same room. Anna hesitated to actually share that information, though; Hebert may not be in a condition where she could safely navigate social interactions.
"Why do you want to know?" Anna asked, temporarily avoiding the question.
Monica shrugged with feigned nonchalance. Her Friend's little legs wobbled from the motion, and Anna again had to reset her body.
"Taylor seems like the sort of person who likes distracting herself with work, so I thought I'd go ask if she wanted to go find a sim to train in after lunch. It's not like we need two whole hours just to eat."
That seemed reasonable enough. Anna checked her Taylor-tracker and found the cadet within a simulator near the primary instructor's lounge. That was moderately convenient. Anna would be able to ask how Taylor acquired a reflexive response of attacking people on the way to a related errand.
"I am traveling past her current location and still have some food in storage," Anna reported. "I did previously touch it, although contamination is minimal. Is this acceptable?"
Monica smiled with what appeared to be genuine relief.
"That would be great. Thanks!"
~ ~ ~
They'd reached the bottom two layers of Hell's Hand, and with it, what were clearly residential areas. In the process, the Valkyries could finally confirm that Higgs particles were in use. They detected nothing outside the cavernous chamber housing row upon row of identical houses. Inside that room, though? The late inhabitants had definitely used it to dramatically expand all available space. The UN might even be able to turn Hell's Hand into a full-fledged forward operating base once it was cleared out.
Still, there were a few buildings that really made Liz wonder.
>> "Why is there an observatory with a giant telescope underground?" <<
>> "It's totally a cannon of some kind," << Elise sighed. >> "Mark my words, it'll try to shoot us as soon as we get too close." <<
Liz scanned the supposed telescope and failed to pierce the outer plating.
>> "Weapon hypothesis appears valid." <<
>> "Do we destroy it from a distance?" <<
>> "Let's not. Hell's Hand might flip if we do, and we've got backup on standby if it proves stubborn." <<
Both Valkyries moved through the town with every expectation of yet more unpleasant surprises. Oddly enough, though, this place didn't seem to have any bodies to speak of. The name-plates on each door were strange, too.
>> "I'm not the only one remembering Decimator, right? That name makes a lot more sense if these are the sorts of titles they took." <<
A house conspicuously larger and gaudier than the rest seemed to belong to one Queen Objective. Ultraviolet light shone from around the door, so the two Valkyries cautiously approached and stopped on the doorstep.
The interior had all the highlights of a mad scientist's workshop: exposed circuitry, disorganization, mysterious puddles of ooze, a bullet-ridden computer the size of Liz's bed, suspicious bloodstains, a sensor-resistant cannon taller than Liz, and of course, a gods-damned Valkyrie Core.
>> "Oh, wonderful. Command, this is ABRAHAM-2. We've found a Valkyrie Core; no anomalous readings observed. Awaiting further instructions." <<
>> "Continue your search. Bravo team will extract the package." <<
Wait, weren't you stuck inside an active volcano?
99.9% probability that I'm even more confused than you are.
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Thread: Presenting Perth's New Friends!
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>> Cadet Sorcha Blackwood
Humanity spent millennia selecting for desirable traits in subordinate organisms. Intelligence, attachment, size, behavior, fur length, fur softness, disease resistance, appearance — literal ages were spent trying to make the best friends possible for humanity.
Turns out we should've just held off until we could make the little blighters from scratch. My friends, I present to you: the Friend.
[Image: IT COMES on little hoovsies]
Friends are a collaborative project between the Perth Academy Crafting Elective Class, another primary co-collaborator who we aren't allowed to talk about just yet but that'll probably change within the day, and Pure-Chan, Friendbringer and First of Her Name. They resist most forms of scanning (by absorbing attempts), do not require food (by absorbing energy), can tank lowish-caliber rounds and laser fire (absorption again!), are armed with point-defense weapons, appear to be as intelligent and curious as a human child hooked up to a supercomputer, adore attention from their owner, and thoroughly break the cuddle-o-meter.
Also, they miiight be powered by friendship and/or literal witchcraft. We have the designs and we're still not quite sure. They're adorable and awesome, though, so who cares?
(Suck it Santiago)
Please don't bother Pure-chan with Friend requests, however—she's made it pretty clear that they're supposed to either be unsolicited and freely-given gifts, or made by people other than her.
(Seriously, the designs aren't classified so if anyone wants to try and figure out how to replicate their materials without using one of Armstrong's quantum scale fabricators, be our guests. Pure-chan usually just gives us an encouraging smile when we ask how she managed.)
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>> Cadet Zara Wight: (12,330) (556):
Okay, the lighting is weird af too, but nani the fuck is with that tutu? It's like all the pink is being leeched out of it. You can actually see the skirt get pinker as it moves away from the Friend's body. Were they designed to defeat Magical Girls or something?
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>> Cadet Julia O'Conner: (13800) (330):
Can confirm that trying to scan them is just mind-bending madness. I wasted way too long before realizing it was somehow making me look at a distorted image of my own sensor suite without first passing back through my Impeller. Hours of effort and I'm no closer to finding out how it did that, but it definitely isn't solely absorption.
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>> Cadet Sofie Iversen (6850):
I was wondering about all the ominous chanting lately. I should've known the Crafting Club would turn to demon-summoning when normal scientific progress was too slow for them. Can Perth's fabricators do holy water?
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>> Cadet Leah Muller (2610): [Video: FABULOUS Diamond Pegacorn]
They either blind you by being little holes in the fabric of reality, or they blind you with sparkles. There is no in-between.
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>> Cadet Kaur Misra:
I don't care if they're shark-toothed Hellspawn, they're fucking adorable and I want one aaaaaaaa
Cadet Sofie Iversen said:
I should've known the Crafting Club would turn to demon-summoning when normal scientific progress was too slow for them.
Hey, don't be mean! If you look really, realllllly closely you can see colors outside the visible spectrum and THE GREAT OLD ONES COMING FOR OUR SOULS REPENT HEATHENS REPENT IÄ IÄ HEBERT FHTAGN
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>> Cadet Finola MacNeil:
Cadet Sorcha Blackwood said:
[…] she's made it pretty clear that they're supposed to either be unsolicited and freely-given gifts, or made by people other than her.
Fae-child confirmed.
Cadet Madeline Davis said:
If you look really, realllllly closely you can see colors outside the visible spectrum and THE GREAT OLD ONES COMING FOR OUR SOULS REPENT HEATHENS REPENT IÄ IÄ HEBERT FHTAGN
The GOOs were defeated by a random guy in a fishing boat. I say we dissect them, scale up, and use their exotic abilities against real threats.
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>> Cadet April Showers (4870):
Cadet Finola MacNeil said:
The GOOs were defeated by a random guy in a fishing boat. I say we dissect them, scale up, and use their exotic abilities against real threats.
I'm fairly confident we're looking at the result of literally that. Speaking of which, why ISN'T their design classified as Hell? At the least, the armor doesn't seem like the sort of shit we want AGs replicating. Did UNOMI all go on a bender last night?
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>> UNOMI-33181 (Moderator):
Cadet April Showers said:
Did UNOMI all go on a bender last night?
Don't worry; Big Sister is still watching! The prevailing justifications are mostly classified, but rest assured that it isn't an oversight.
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>> Cadet Tamara Hasiholan:
Cadet Sofie Iversen said:
Can Perth's fabricators do holy water?
So one of the other CC members actually already dunked her Friend in holy water "Just on general principles." Blessed by a certified bishop and everything. The Friend just looked confused, stared at her for a few seconds, and started drinking it while occasionally looking back up for approval. Cutest goddamn thing ever, I swear.
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>> Cadet Marianne Braun (12,100) (583):
Cadet Sorcha Blackwood said:
-snip-
OP, I assume you received your collaborative partner's permission before displaying her name in a public venue? *disapproving stare*
Cadet Tamara Hasiholan said:
Cutest goddamn thing ever, I swear.
Your claims cannot be independently evaluated without footage. Provide citation or be forever known as a liar and braggart. The more footage, the better.
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>> Cadet Lan Yüan Mur:
Cadet Madeline Davis said:
Hey, don't be mean! If you look really, realllllly closely you can see colors outside the visible spectrum and THE GREAT OLD ONES COMING FOR OUR SOULS REPENT HEATHENS REPENT IÄ IÄ HEBERT FHTAGN
You laugh now, but someone startled Taylor into expressing a bunch of tentacles from her back. I didn't even blink and suddenly the room has a pile of severed tentacles flopping about and 4 badass Valks in full combat kit. Taylor wasn't one of them.
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>> Cadet Amber Cabral:
Lan Yüan Mur said:
You laugh now, but someone startled Taylor into expressing a bunch of tentacles from her back. I didn't even blink and suddenly the room has a pile of severed tentacles flopping about and 4 badass Valks in full combat kit. Taylor wasn't one of them.
Wut. That means she had special permission to stay synced, AND extended combat equipment independently of her full Frame on her first day. Her combat rating is way too low to warrant either of those. WTF is going on with your squadron?
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>> Shavonne Kelly (5660):
Cadet Amber Cabral said:
WTF is going on with your squadron?
They've got a guy, too. The Golden Ace, an Elite at least, an engineering wizard, and a cute boy… Anyone wanna play Spot the Main Character on Hard Mode?
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>> Liza Brand:
Cadet Lan Yüan Mur said:
I didn't even blink and suddenly the room has 4 badass Valks in full combat kit.
One of whom had to restrain Taylor's Friends while they flipped out and tried to shoot the instructor. AI is a crapshoot.
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>> Cadet Shuri Kravala:
Cadet Liza Brand said:
One of whom had to restrain Taylor's Friends while they flipped out and tried to shoot the instructor. AI is a crapshoot.
Taylor was the only person harmed by the engagement, and there are extenuating circumstances you remain unaware of. Do not condemn an entire field of research based on a single incident, especially when your own instructor previously claimed responsibility.
~ ~ ~
Queen Administrator stared at the paper-wrapped food offered to her. With Instructor Shapira laughing uncontrollably in the background, she had no trusted veterans to request information from apart from Anna herself. However, QA did not wish to display ignorance before that esteemed figure.
It was fortunate that Monica was a good ally.
"Anna, we can't just eat bread for lunch. Why do you even—you know what? I'm just not going to ask."
Inadequate. QA would need to do so herself. First, though, Queen Administrator should ensure that Shapira could continue to breathe without lasting difficulties. The instructor was proving too useful for QA to allow her premature expiration.
Anna blinked in bewilderment. Did—did Silver just send a sixty-gigabyte set of files containing nothing but synonyms for agreement, historical examples of fealty, notable systems of laws, original poetry, psychological studies of human attachments, historical examples of deliberate self-sacrifice — she wasn't reading the rest of that. It was becoming too depressing.
Why?How? A statistically significant portion of that information wasn't even available in public archives. In fact, Anna was pretty sure some of it had been thought lost during Impact. Some of the documents referenced didn't note only the text they contained, but their molecular composition. And the analysis of paintings included artist bibliographies and times of death for—
So, in short:
- QA is quick to assign labels, but not so quick to reassess them
- Taylor is forced to confront reality
- Friends are quasi-shards
- a bunch of girls gush over cute things
So, for the Hell's Hand loot Taylor took a Core that UN was least likely to find or know of. What are the chances that they eventually give this suspicious Core to Taylor, whom they conveniently find sleeping next door? What would said Core's reaction be to Taylor's power of tea creation and whatever she gets to do in her sleep?
That is, assuming that Symbie doesn't already stand in for Taylor's Core. Which would be interesting in its own way: one of the twins' Frame improves in some aspect or is given something and the other's Frame can instantly access it as well.
Inadequate. QA would need to do so herself. First, though, Queen Administrator should ensure that Shapira could continue to breathe without lasting difficulties. The instructor was proving too useful for QA to allow her premature expiration.
Is it white bread? Because a valkyrie just deciding that technically they only really need carbohydrates to fufill their daily energy intake, and any needed nutrients will be more efficient in measured supplement form, seems like a big ol' red flag for valkyrie syndrome.
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