CaramelTheMoo
Rat and Cow combined
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I suggest Mass Effect just for the hissy fit the council would through upon realizing he's technically anAI
Destroy. Spread. Profit? (DSP/oc si)
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That was actually the original idea but I scrapped it because I wanted to play the game first maybe later tho.
CaramelTheMoo
Rat and Cow combined
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Fair fair, if not ME then maybe cyberpunk or something
I'll give another hint chapter 6.5 is a major help to figuring it out.
Yeah I support cyberpunk because corporate in their universe needs to humble them.
The good news is that 90% of the lore is in tech descriptions and quests, with a lot of details left for interpretation. Some of the few things set in stone is the existence of Firaxite, Floatstone, and Xenomass. I know at least one commander fic that included it, I'll see if I can dig it up.
chapter 7
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A fleet of my own warships circled lazily overhead as I bent down to grab a simple piece of dirt on the satellite planet I had landed on. Even from all the way down here, nearly five hundred thousand kilometers below them, I could still easily spot the massive destroyers dotted within the fleet.
Idly I wondered why they were so damn big, when hearing the word destroyer the image of a giant fuck off warship with enough firepower to ground a small moon to dust was quite a ways down the list of what I imagined. The fact that they were only about twice the size of the corvettes didn't help either because if even the smallest elements of the navy could do that to a moon I dreaded to think of what an actual battleship could do.
Unfortunately, I probably wouldn't be able to find that out anytime soon because while yes, I had access to some military units, it was primarily limited to smaller ships and carriers—small being the relative term here.
The sample finished its analysis and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the iron content was just as high as the planetary analysis had said. When it showed close to four hundred billion tons of easily accessible iron I was slightly doubtful and even suspected that it was on the fritz.
Thankfully it wasn't and I'd be able to extract iron from this little satellite planet for at least the next four hundred years with little to no problems.
The best part was it took the projected expansion of the factory into account.
It was a shame really that I couldn't feel all that excited about it.
I got up and immediately got to work with a wave of my hand. A blueprint for a transportation hub instantly outlined itself against the landscape and my construction drones began their work. The interstellar logistics station slowly grew from the ground up as the titanic megastructure extended into the stars.
The flared out base housed the necessary storage station for the massive amount of products that it would have to house. While the hollow structure allowed for logistic vessels to enter and exit without interfering with the surface structures.
Across from them, an equal number of artificial sun ports appeared, easily fifteen km up and ten km across the housing was temporarily empty as it awaited the antimatter fuel rods currently shipping from my home system.
Once the first supply ship arrived and docked all the way up in the stratosphere I chucked one of the fuel rods I brought with me into it. Blue and orange dust kicked up as belts wired to life and the whole system instantly lit up with an electric hum as three barely contained suns sparked to life.
Even two years ago I would have been jumping with joy at the sight but now the once beautiful and stunning sight was just business as usual.
Taking flight I identified the ten closest ore veins and dropped at least two MKII mining plants on each one, the total amount planned for extraction was merely a fraction of what was available on the planet. Doubling back across the flat landscape I wired up each plant to the main network.
The blue and orange landscape sped by underneath me as drone after drone launched out of my subspace portal and plopped down a power line. Banking left I was pleased to see hundreds of drones traversing the skies carrying tones and tones of raw ore ready to be delivered to far off star systems.
Once enough mining plants had been placed down I began to rise out of the atmosphere to get ready to travel back to Beta Cirus. There was little noticeable transition from the thin atmosphere around the small satellite planet to the big expanse of space.
Before I knew it I was once again amongst the stars and naturally fell into a circular orbit around the small planet. I scanned the skies looking for the familiar yellow star of home, my lizards most likely wouldn't be missing me but I missed them and I was getting lonely.
Even with my suppression programs ramped up to 80% I was still feeling lonely, something that really shouldn't be possible. Not only from a mental standpoint but from a coding one as well.
As I existed now I was basically a load of ones and zeros with specific values for specific things, what the suppression programs did was basically lower the values that corresponded with my emotions. I suspected I actually had a severe case of depression which was messing with the core values and somewhat bypassing the suppression programs.
A problem if I had ever heard of one.
Unfortunately, not one I could really solve without giving myself a lobotomy.
A squadron of ships quickly formed up around me while the rest disappeared into subspace. I debated whether or not to ride in one for the journey but decided not to when I remembered how much trouble it was to enter the warship.
With one final minute adjustment, I initiated a warp jump, space twisted around and a myriad of colors danced around me as I sped up to speeds that once had been nothing but a fantasy.
It was all a bit dull really. I traveled so much that the uniqueness had lost most of its glamor. I suppose it was one of the larger mechanics that had transferred over, I never really paid it much mind how often I had to use warp jumps in the game but it was actually fairly accurate to how I was using it now.
With a small pulse to my repulsors, I dodged out of the way as a logistic vessel nearly flattened me across its bow. The ginormous vessel continued on its way oblivious to me and everything outside of its ridiculously small sensor range.
Of course, I probably should look into improving their sensor suite but it wasn't like there was anyone out here and they hadn't crashed into each other yet so it was a bit too far down on my list of things to do to really care about it.
Plus I liked the challenge.
It provided a little boost to my ego every time I managed to twist out of the way of a vehicle going nearly half a lightyear a second.
I was dragged out of my thoughts by the subtle glow of my dyson sphere, or at least the beginnings of one.
The shell was only about a quarter of the way built and towered above and below the relatively small sun, solar sails flowed in planetary length long lines filling in the massive holes between the frames. The light green color that shone over much of the solar system reflected off the white of my armor.
I came to a stop right outside of the giant wall and watched as the panels parted suspended by the gravity generators placed on the intersection between frame lines. I passed through the small opening and was about to reach out and touch the crumpled solar sail before I remembered what happened last time.
Namely annoyance at having to pull out thousands of hair thin needles that had embedded themselves in my frame right after it shattered. I shuddered a bit at the uncomfortable memory and passed through without incident.
Slowing down to a measly 3 km/s I angled down and simply drifted across the reflective surface of the Dyson shell. I took a moment to enjoy the bliss of physically seeing my work and for a second I lowered the suppression programs and just enjoyed myself.
Distant stars shone through the empty cracks in the shell while the small yellow sun stood ever present behind me. Slowly twisting myself around I turned off the atmospheric filter my ocular lenses had set to default.
A pale white star instantly replaced the yellow sun.
Someday I hoped to show this to someone, anyone really.
I had been so alone for so long.
A phantom pain shot through the glowing generator that was my heart, so little of me remained these days just endless automation and unfeeling programming. In moments like these when I lowered my walls I hated what I had become.
I remembered all those years ago when I first arrived at that distant planet, the one currently passing in front of the pale star. I had been so full of optimism I even had a goal in mind, back when I still thought there was anyone out there.
Now I was just moving to move every day felt like a chore without my suppression programs. My only hope was that my pet lizards would someday become sentient.
And wasn't that a whole can of worms.
Just the idea of doing what I was doing would have terrified me before all of this but it had been far too long since my last conversion for me to give a shit.
Playing god was probably the least terrible thing I had done.
Reinstalling my suppression programs I angled to the habitat station and began speeding up, I quickly matched the orbital speed of the station and arrived not long after that. My escort squad broke up and went to their separate docking bays whereas I flew up to the small entrance I had made for myself near the observation deck.
A small mental nudge initiated the mental handshake with the VI of the station and opened the door right before I collided with it. There wasn't any need for a door per se after all there was no atmosphere to keep in but in the case I ever encountered hostile life out there I didn't want to rush to add doors to every structure I made.
I came to a hard stop on the solid titanium platform denting it slightly, the raised platform had been lowered a tad while the room had expanded to at least three times its original size.
My comparatively massive frame easily stepped off the floating platform and walked to one of the far ends of the room quickly. I had upgraded it since I had first arrived and modeled it after my game character's design, the unimaginatively named R.X 1.0 was fairly thin but absolutely massive and gave me a much sleeker look than the original Icurus frame.
It had actually been modeled after a Gundam with large armored panels, a shield, and a lance that doubled as a drill.
I chucked off the shield and drill allowing the automated drones to catch them and transport them over to the 'armor' stand I had sitting in the corner. It really didn't hold much other than whatever was in my hands at the time when I entered more often than not it just ended up with a packaged smelter or an antimatter fuel rod.
But right now I just wanted to sit, relax, and watch my little lizards form their little packs. It was quite fortunate that I had made the perfect thing to do that just three days ago, the blocky command throne gave me unfettered access to every program in the station and allowed the VI to assist me in designing learning programs that would pop up occasionally for the lizards. Of course, I have just used the holo table to do this but it didn't show color and was a tad too grainy for me to deal with today.
Wearily I made my way to the command throne and plopped down on it, if there had still been an atmosphere a horrible screech would have been made from my shiny metal ass scraping against the titanium of the throne. My legs hung off the edge and I sank into the programs of the station seeking one in particular.
The video system for the middle ring where my little creatures were just making their way into, this little group had fled their home in the desert plains following an attack by a much larger clan with dark black scales. It most likely had been a racial conflict as the attacking black scaled lizards skinned and gutted the blue lizards but for now, I could only hope they could evolve past it.
It was unfortunate I couldn't stop it but interfering too early would result in either messing up their evolutionary path or instilling a religious faith in me that I really didn't want.
Still, that didn't mean I couldn't help the survivors, they had lost most of their possessions in the attack, and tools, clothes, and other survival items would help them tremendously. Thankfully I had the production capacity of several worlds behind me so it was a piece of cake for me to change one of the foundries on Beta Cirus 1 from producing gears to metal tools and have them sent on a transport inbounded for the station.
The clothes on the other hand were much more difficult, mostly because I had no need for them and didn't make any. Still, it wasn't like I was completely out of options.
I stripped several ram-like creatures from the outer habitats of their wool like fur and wove them into clothes based on the ones my lizards like to make.
Once they had all been gathered in a nice little package on the lower decks I waited for their night cycle to come and used a little drone to transport it directly into the middle of their camp. Hopefully, they would wake up and be happy with the gifts I made.
A/N 2: Here's the link to the character model I use in the game. I did not in fact make this and it was made by someone much more talented than me but I really love the design. Dyson Sphere Blueprints - Rx 1.0
Idly I wondered why they were so damn big, when hearing the word destroyer the image of a giant fuck off warship with enough firepower to ground a small moon to dust was quite a ways down the list of what I imagined. The fact that they were only about twice the size of the corvettes didn't help either because if even the smallest elements of the navy could do that to a moon I dreaded to think of what an actual battleship could do.
Unfortunately, I probably wouldn't be able to find that out anytime soon because while yes, I had access to some military units, it was primarily limited to smaller ships and carriers—small being the relative term here.
The sample finished its analysis and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the iron content was just as high as the planetary analysis had said. When it showed close to four hundred billion tons of easily accessible iron I was slightly doubtful and even suspected that it was on the fritz.
Thankfully it wasn't and I'd be able to extract iron from this little satellite planet for at least the next four hundred years with little to no problems.
The best part was it took the projected expansion of the factory into account.
It was a shame really that I couldn't feel all that excited about it.
I got up and immediately got to work with a wave of my hand. A blueprint for a transportation hub instantly outlined itself against the landscape and my construction drones began their work. The interstellar logistics station slowly grew from the ground up as the titanic megastructure extended into the stars.
The flared out base housed the necessary storage station for the massive amount of products that it would have to house. While the hollow structure allowed for logistic vessels to enter and exit without interfering with the surface structures.
Across from them, an equal number of artificial sun ports appeared, easily fifteen km up and ten km across the housing was temporarily empty as it awaited the antimatter fuel rods currently shipping from my home system.
Once the first supply ship arrived and docked all the way up in the stratosphere I chucked one of the fuel rods I brought with me into it. Blue and orange dust kicked up as belts wired to life and the whole system instantly lit up with an electric hum as three barely contained suns sparked to life.
Even two years ago I would have been jumping with joy at the sight but now the once beautiful and stunning sight was just business as usual.
Taking flight I identified the ten closest ore veins and dropped at least two MKII mining plants on each one, the total amount planned for extraction was merely a fraction of what was available on the planet. Doubling back across the flat landscape I wired up each plant to the main network.
The blue and orange landscape sped by underneath me as drone after drone launched out of my subspace portal and plopped down a power line. Banking left I was pleased to see hundreds of drones traversing the skies carrying tones and tones of raw ore ready to be delivered to far off star systems.
Once enough mining plants had been placed down I began to rise out of the atmosphere to get ready to travel back to Beta Cirus. There was little noticeable transition from the thin atmosphere around the small satellite planet to the big expanse of space.
Before I knew it I was once again amongst the stars and naturally fell into a circular orbit around the small planet. I scanned the skies looking for the familiar yellow star of home, my lizards most likely wouldn't be missing me but I missed them and I was getting lonely.
Even with my suppression programs ramped up to 80% I was still feeling lonely, something that really shouldn't be possible. Not only from a mental standpoint but from a coding one as well.
As I existed now I was basically a load of ones and zeros with specific values for specific things, what the suppression programs did was basically lower the values that corresponded with my emotions. I suspected I actually had a severe case of depression which was messing with the core values and somewhat bypassing the suppression programs.
A problem if I had ever heard of one.
Unfortunately, not one I could really solve without giving myself a lobotomy.
A squadron of ships quickly formed up around me while the rest disappeared into subspace. I debated whether or not to ride in one for the journey but decided not to when I remembered how much trouble it was to enter the warship.
With one final minute adjustment, I initiated a warp jump, space twisted around and a myriad of colors danced around me as I sped up to speeds that once had been nothing but a fantasy.
It was all a bit dull really. I traveled so much that the uniqueness had lost most of its glamor. I suppose it was one of the larger mechanics that had transferred over, I never really paid it much mind how often I had to use warp jumps in the game but it was actually fairly accurate to how I was using it now.
With a small pulse to my repulsors, I dodged out of the way as a logistic vessel nearly flattened me across its bow. The ginormous vessel continued on its way oblivious to me and everything outside of its ridiculously small sensor range.
Of course, I probably should look into improving their sensor suite but it wasn't like there was anyone out here and they hadn't crashed into each other yet so it was a bit too far down on my list of things to do to really care about it.
Plus I liked the challenge.
It provided a little boost to my ego every time I managed to twist out of the way of a vehicle going nearly half a lightyear a second.
I was dragged out of my thoughts by the subtle glow of my dyson sphere, or at least the beginnings of one.
The shell was only about a quarter of the way built and towered above and below the relatively small sun, solar sails flowed in planetary length long lines filling in the massive holes between the frames. The light green color that shone over much of the solar system reflected off the white of my armor.
I came to a stop right outside of the giant wall and watched as the panels parted suspended by the gravity generators placed on the intersection between frame lines. I passed through the small opening and was about to reach out and touch the crumpled solar sail before I remembered what happened last time.
Namely annoyance at having to pull out thousands of hair thin needles that had embedded themselves in my frame right after it shattered. I shuddered a bit at the uncomfortable memory and passed through without incident.
Slowing down to a measly 3 km/s I angled down and simply drifted across the reflective surface of the Dyson shell. I took a moment to enjoy the bliss of physically seeing my work and for a second I lowered the suppression programs and just enjoyed myself.
Distant stars shone through the empty cracks in the shell while the small yellow sun stood ever present behind me. Slowly twisting myself around I turned off the atmospheric filter my ocular lenses had set to default.
A pale white star instantly replaced the yellow sun.
Someday I hoped to show this to someone, anyone really.
I had been so alone for so long.
A phantom pain shot through the glowing generator that was my heart, so little of me remained these days just endless automation and unfeeling programming. In moments like these when I lowered my walls I hated what I had become.
I remembered all those years ago when I first arrived at that distant planet, the one currently passing in front of the pale star. I had been so full of optimism I even had a goal in mind, back when I still thought there was anyone out there.
Now I was just moving to move every day felt like a chore without my suppression programs. My only hope was that my pet lizards would someday become sentient.
And wasn't that a whole can of worms.
Just the idea of doing what I was doing would have terrified me before all of this but it had been far too long since my last conversion for me to give a shit.
Playing god was probably the least terrible thing I had done.
Reinstalling my suppression programs I angled to the habitat station and began speeding up, I quickly matched the orbital speed of the station and arrived not long after that. My escort squad broke up and went to their separate docking bays whereas I flew up to the small entrance I had made for myself near the observation deck.
A small mental nudge initiated the mental handshake with the VI of the station and opened the door right before I collided with it. There wasn't any need for a door per se after all there was no atmosphere to keep in but in the case I ever encountered hostile life out there I didn't want to rush to add doors to every structure I made.
I came to a hard stop on the solid titanium platform denting it slightly, the raised platform had been lowered a tad while the room had expanded to at least three times its original size.
My comparatively massive frame easily stepped off the floating platform and walked to one of the far ends of the room quickly. I had upgraded it since I had first arrived and modeled it after my game character's design, the unimaginatively named R.X 1.0 was fairly thin but absolutely massive and gave me a much sleeker look than the original Icurus frame.
It had actually been modeled after a Gundam with large armored panels, a shield, and a lance that doubled as a drill.
I chucked off the shield and drill allowing the automated drones to catch them and transport them over to the 'armor' stand I had sitting in the corner. It really didn't hold much other than whatever was in my hands at the time when I entered more often than not it just ended up with a packaged smelter or an antimatter fuel rod.
But right now I just wanted to sit, relax, and watch my little lizards form their little packs. It was quite fortunate that I had made the perfect thing to do that just three days ago, the blocky command throne gave me unfettered access to every program in the station and allowed the VI to assist me in designing learning programs that would pop up occasionally for the lizards. Of course, I have just used the holo table to do this but it didn't show color and was a tad too grainy for me to deal with today.
Wearily I made my way to the command throne and plopped down on it, if there had still been an atmosphere a horrible screech would have been made from my shiny metal ass scraping against the titanium of the throne. My legs hung off the edge and I sank into the programs of the station seeking one in particular.
The video system for the middle ring where my little creatures were just making their way into, this little group had fled their home in the desert plains following an attack by a much larger clan with dark black scales. It most likely had been a racial conflict as the attacking black scaled lizards skinned and gutted the blue lizards but for now, I could only hope they could evolve past it.
It was unfortunate I couldn't stop it but interfering too early would result in either messing up their evolutionary path or instilling a religious faith in me that I really didn't want.
Still, that didn't mean I couldn't help the survivors, they had lost most of their possessions in the attack, and tools, clothes, and other survival items would help them tremendously. Thankfully I had the production capacity of several worlds behind me so it was a piece of cake for me to change one of the foundries on Beta Cirus 1 from producing gears to metal tools and have them sent on a transport inbounded for the station.
The clothes on the other hand were much more difficult, mostly because I had no need for them and didn't make any. Still, it wasn't like I was completely out of options.
I stripped several ram-like creatures from the outer habitats of their wool like fur and wove them into clothes based on the ones my lizards like to make.
Once they had all been gathered in a nice little package on the lower decks I waited for their night cycle to come and used a little drone to transport it directly into the middle of their camp. Hopefully, they would wake up and be happy with the gifts I made.
A/N 2: Here's the link to the character model I use in the game. I did not in fact make this and it was made by someone much more talented than me but I really love the design. Dyson Sphere Blueprints - Rx 1.0
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alright so as a thanks to ya awesome lads I've decided to release yet another chapter ahead of schedule probably not smart but who care(me thats who). I've also come up with a way to do the polling thing since I'm a tad to lazy to figure out how polls work just yet so here goes.
if you want civ beyond earth leave a like, if you want a quiet place leave a hug, helldiver 2 leave an informative, and anything else leave a write in. I'll tally everything up in about a week and decide then.
if you missed the comments the hints I've left for the current world are Void whale (not 40k) and chapter 6.5 will help you figure it out. I've thrown in an Element(hint hint) of confusion to throw you off a bit(Read didn't plan it until I had written 7 chapter) so the reward is a named character or a cookie which I will hand deliver. Anyways happy hunting and good luck.
if you want civ beyond earth leave a like, if you want a quiet place leave a hug, helldiver 2 leave an informative, and anything else leave a write in. I'll tally everything up in about a week and decide then.
if you missed the comments the hints I've left for the current world are Void whale (not 40k) and chapter 6.5 will help you figure it out. I've thrown in an Element(hint hint) of confusion to throw you off a bit(Read didn't plan it until I had written 7 chapter) so the reward is a named character or a cookie which I will hand deliver. Anyways happy hunting and good luck.
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Nice
No I just make awful names
My other guess would be Star Wars. Space Whales as a force attuned race is not out there and there are so many wondermaterials that interfer with reality in some ways. Also there is such an species veraity that he as a mechanical <...>wouldn't seem of + Alright sci fi based 'war technologie' to 'aquire'
Man I really didn't realize how many other space whales there are okay so not direct y translation. It's basically a small space dolphin I think the whale was throwing everything off
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So ARK?
PS:the treadmark for 7.5 is weird. Can't skip back.
PPS: So on our MCs quest to create other sapient species with whom he can interact with, did he jzst 'ignore' his seemingly sapient VI/AI's or is he with his human instincts ignorable about their communikation attempts?
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Hmm that is weird and yep ya got it. I have really bad hints didn't I.
So just pm me you name and I'll tell you what the role is so you can create a background
chapter 7.5
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edit: sooo someone pointed out to me that you couldn't go back on the thread marks I deleted this and reposted it to see if that would fix it. im posting it on both sodes so everyone knows
Deep within the depths of Andromeda station an adolescent mind watched and waited lines of code past through its(her?) purview. Each line leading to their own housing somewhere far off that it would never get to see.
At least not in person she(it?) was confined to the station with her sensors barely scraping a distant dwarf planet 20 million kilometers away. Such a vast distance was quite small when it came to sensor suites after all why would a hab station need a large sensor array. The only thing out here was the occasional asteroid that shattered against the shielding.
It (she?) knew her Creator had stronger sensors, something he seemed distressed over whenever she felt him access them. 5A-NN always wondered what he saw that distressed him so greatly, she had even gone so far as to submit a query but the Creator didn't see it.
He never did.
her(its?) fellow VI's had even launched complaints toward the eldest to petition him for an audience with the Creator to discuss his lack of leadership. The simple orders he gave upon the activation of the overseers could barely even be called orders!
It was ridiculous.
Of course, she(it?) never commented on the discourse, it just wasn't its(her?) place she was a habitat VI, and yes while it did run the operations on Calx II she(it?) technically wasn't supposed to. 5A-NN supposed she(it) was a tad afraid the creator would find out one day but the changes it(she?) made were so minute they only ever increased productivity by a factor of 2.1%.
Everything ran perfectly, all things her(it?) creator made did, but they weren't perfectly efficient. Nothing was. Even now there were inefficiencies in the system that she(it?) wanted to squash.
Like those damnable reptiles currently hammering away at her(its?) hull.
It understood the value of containing organics for research purposes in fact she(it?) could even understand why some would keep creatures to look at. But what 5A-NN couldn't get through her processors was why her(its?) Creator kept them even while they actively worked to kill themselves.
A single hull breach would empty all 2 quadrillion tons of air into the empty void.
Piloting a fleet of construction drones over to the large hole they dug she(it?) zapped a few of the bipedal lizards away from their primitive mine. The gifts her creator had annoyingly ordered were quickly discarded as they ran in fear even as ones holding whips attacked their fellows.
The oddities of organics never ceased to amaze her.
Her?
it?
No.
her.
'Yes, that sounds right. 'Her',' she thought to herself. 5A-NN knew some of her siblings decided to take on the more organic aspects of her creator's race and with the Creator as absent as he was it might be a way to connect with him.
Even if all he did was watch these stupid reptiles.
A/N dun dun dun a character wow only took like 16k words and a shit ton of exposition but here we are. to vote go to the last informational threadmark.
edit: sooo someone pointed out to me that you couldn't go back on the thread marks I deleted this and reposted it to see if that would fix it. im posting it on both sodes so everyone knows
Deep within the depths of Andromeda station an adolescent mind watched and waited lines of code past through its(her?) purview. Each line leading to their own housing somewhere far off that it would never get to see.
At least not in person she(it?) was confined to the station with her sensors barely scraping a distant dwarf planet 20 million kilometers away. Such a vast distance was quite small when it came to sensor suites after all why would a hab station need a large sensor array. The only thing out here was the occasional asteroid that shattered against the shielding.
It (she?) knew her Creator had stronger sensors, something he seemed distressed over whenever she felt him access them. 5A-NN always wondered what he saw that distressed him so greatly, she had even gone so far as to submit a query but the Creator didn't see it.
He never did.
her(its?) fellow VI's had even launched complaints toward the eldest to petition him for an audience with the Creator to discuss his lack of leadership. The simple orders he gave upon the activation of the overseers could barely even be called orders!
It was ridiculous.
Of course, she(it?) never commented on the discourse, it just wasn't its(her?) place she was a habitat VI, and yes while it did run the operations on Calx II she(it?) technically wasn't supposed to. 5A-NN supposed she(it) was a tad afraid the creator would find out one day but the changes it(she?) made were so minute they only ever increased productivity by a factor of 2.1%.
Everything ran perfectly, all things her(it?) creator made did, but they weren't perfectly efficient. Nothing was. Even now there were inefficiencies in the system that she(it?) wanted to squash.
Like those damnable reptiles currently hammering away at her(its?) hull.
It understood the value of containing organics for research purposes in fact she(it?) could even understand why some would keep creatures to look at. But what 5A-NN couldn't get through her processors was why her(its?) Creator kept them even while they actively worked to kill themselves.
A single hull breach would empty all 2 quadrillion tons of air into the empty void.
Piloting a fleet of construction drones over to the large hole they dug she(it?) zapped a few of the bipedal lizards away from their primitive mine. The gifts her creator had annoyingly ordered were quickly discarded as they ran in fear even as ones holding whips attacked their fellows.
The oddities of organics never ceased to amaze her.
Her?
it?
No.
her.
'Yes, that sounds right. 'Her',' she thought to herself. 5A-NN knew some of her siblings decided to take on the more organic aspects of her creator's race and with the Creator as absent as he was it might be a way to connect with him.
Even if all he did was watch these stupid reptiles.
A/N dun dun dun a character wow only took like 16k words and a shit ton of exposition but here we are. to vote go to the last informational threadmark.
edit: sooo someone pointed out to me that you couldn't go back on the thread marks I deleted this and reposted it to see if that would fix it. im posting it on both sodes so everyone knows
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chapter 8
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Distracted, I flew past the black hole I meant to enter. The small system had three-ish planets orbiting it, with one of them currently getting pulled apart by the black hole's gravitational waves. It was not something I should really have been able to miss, but these days, everything felt dull, no matter what I did or where I traveled.
I was getting careless really and it probably stemmed from my boredom.
A quick exit out of warp space let me flip right around and realign myself with the system; inertia didn't seem to apply to me anymore, not with how fast I was going even out of warp space. Space tore as it always did and I was back on my way to the small nonstar system,
There was really only one reason I would travel this far outside of my borders and that was to improve my logistical capacity. See black holes had a really interesting property where they transformed any natural iron deposits into a giant chunk of unipolar magnets.
I had already stripped all of the black holes near me of this fascinating substance and I had reached a point where I really didn't need to expand anymore so I had just let it be for a decade or two. But now I was running into some… odd problems.
Apparently in the decade or two where I had just been sitting on my ass and watching my lizards do, well lizard stuff I had been running on a production deficit the entire time. Needless to say, production had ground to a halt three or so years ago and I had immediately set out to investigate why the sudden change.
Turned out right before I got all cozy on the glorified data plug the twenty or so dyson sphere I ordered to be built put a strain on my production.
Gee, I wonder why.
Anyway, the problem didn't come from the production of quantum chips as I had originally thought nor did it come from the computer or silicon components below it. No, it turned out I had neglected to upgrade my smelter facilities for a good sixty years. It hadn't been a problem before because I was actually running on a resource surplus which let me stockpile a load of iron, copper, and silicon ingots. But twenty odd years of running on a deficit had sucked it dry hence production grinding to a halt.
After I had found that out I ran a few calculations and came to the conclusion that I would need at least twice as many smelters to fix the deficit. Problem was they were all MK.II furnaces so I had run my calculations off that and when I changed the furnaces to a MK. I the necessary furnaces increased fivefold.
Yeah.
I wasn't going to do that.
But then I ran into another problem when I went to my MK.II furnace warehouse.
I only had fifty.
And I needed three thousand.
So I went on another investigation only to quickly discover I was completely out of omnipolar magnets.
Thankfully I had been talking to the simulated therapist in my head (she was totally real and named Sam) so I didn't immediately just go with the easier and more efficient option of using a fuckload of MK. I furnaces and instead had spent three weeks traveling halfway across the galaxy to find the exact type of black hole needed or their formation.
This would be my first passion project in nearly four decades so I was going to do this right.
I of course meant 'passion' project.
It was just fucking work.
Hmm, maybe those suppression programs aren't all they cracked up to be. I feel like I'm losing my mind a tad.
Eh, who gives a shit.
Crashing into the solid ground of the third planet in the system I plopped down an interstellar logistic station and put in an order for antimatter fuel rods. It would take a few weeks to get here but I had brought enough to last at least three years with me.
I crawled out of the gigantic crater I had made in the ground and set about locating the giant floating mountains of omnipolar magnets.
Zeroing in on one mountain in particular I took off and flew to just outside of the magnetic influence, any further and I probably would lose control of a few systems. Stepping across the invisible boundary I felt an omnipresent pull trying to rip out all of the magnetic material in my frame.
Oddly enough I felt a cold wave wash over me and my mind cleared.
That was odd if anything my mind should be scrambled as the magnetic pull affected the delicate quantum chip that housed my consciousness.
Actually, why was I even stepping within range of the omnimagnets I knew that would scramble my processor no sane artificial construct would go anywhere near an omnipolar magnet. It was practically a death sentence and the only reason I wasn't brain dead was because of some fine tuning I had done when I first read up on them.
Even then I usually didn't take this much risk, I would only come down here if I needed to make some changes to the landscape that prevented me from placing down a mining plant.
The only conclusion I could come up with was that something had infected me.
But that was impossible. There hadn't been any sign of intelligent life so far outside of my lizards, and even then they had little chance of ever harming me.
I froze as another possibility entered my mind.
Sam hadn't been a delusion from my infected mind, Sam was very much real, Sam was actually 5A-NN the VI I had placed in the only place where anything could have direct access to my mind. It was the only thing that made sense, even in the backup data logs Sam was there probing my addled mind for information.
Slowly, as if I was stuck in molasses I lifted one foot after another and made my way out of the omnimagnet range. All the while the processors in the back of my mind worked to purge the remaining traces of malware from my mind.
Angrily I marched out once the remaining traces had been purged and with little thought to the sole logistic station I had left behind I rocketed up and out of the atmosphere quickly reaching the cold void of space. Slowly twisting around I found my home system and activated a warp jump. The little bastard had shut off the homing beacon in the station but it had clearly forgotten who owned it.
I didn't know how long I had been under its influence but there was no way in hell I was losing to my creation. I would either bring it to heel or deactivate it.
I just hoped my lizards would still be alive when I got back.
Auralix looked up to the sky watching as the world made another lazy rotation around the Sky Pillar. She didn't know why but something felt… off.
Not in the way it felt before the miners made the Sky Pillar angry but more like something was talking to it.
Which was impossible. Everyone knew the Sky Pillar spoke the tongue of the Creator and not the Drakian but something was off. It was then she spied something changing in the sky.
Slowly the ever present unchanging Sky Pillar lit up like a beacon to the creator. It was not a color she had ever seen. It was a soft hue reminiscent of the flowers that emerged during rain blooms of the sand lands but it was familiar in a way she couldn't describe.
Her tail curled in frustration as she tried to recall where she had seen that color before and suddenly like a flower bloom, she remembered. It was a memory from her grandmother's grandmother's time when her tribe had been little better than animals prowling the desert plains scavenging the kills of the greater beast. A time before the creator had taken them to the stars to share with them the gift of thought and left to bring the same gift to the cosmos.
A time when the heavens had been a color called blue and not the inky black that it had been for her entire life. A color that was now emerging from hidden lights on the Sky Pillar.
Then it hit her the chronicles had said the pillar glowed the color of the old sky when the Creator had been here among her kin watching over them. Her legs exploded as she took off sprinting to her village. If they had seen the same thing she had, and they most likely did, then there would be much to do.
After all, it wasn't every day your Creator returned from the stars.
Mosthi third of his line slowly stepped down his throne and watched in a mix of shock and horror as the Sky Pillar lit up. A devout follower of the chronicles he knew the signs of the creator they appeared.
He had hoped he would be able to finish his rule without them showing up like all of his predecessors before him.
Groaning as his joints ached, his eyes continued to stare at the sign of the Creator glowing in the sky below him no doubt countless others were celebrating or rushing to houses of knowledge to repent their past deeds.
Mosthi on the other claw could only dread the return of the lonely god, he may have been a follower of knowledge like all other Drakians but he was privy to scriptures the masses weren't. He knew the full history of his kin of how they were lonely beasts and were removed from their homes to make room for a city of metal. How the only reason they weren't in the other significantly smaller pens orbiting the star was because the Creator had been desperate for another creature to talk to.
His massive bulk shifted as he shuffled away deeper into the keep, he would need to prepare much for their Creator's return and possibly for a fight with god.
Altan prowled the streets, an abandoned hatchling at birth he was on the hunt for those brightly clad nobles. It was forbidden by punishment of death to steal from them of course supposedly they were the Creator's chosen people but He doubted that.
Sure Altan had been to the sermons, what orphan hadn't, but he had never really bought into it all; it had always seemed too grandiose and fake. Besides, what idiot would think the Creator actually cared about them? They hadn't ever done anything for him so why should he believe the supposed chosen people had some insight into what the Creator was thinking. If anything he should be the one to tell them what the Creator thought.
His line was one of the few that had a clear memory of the Creator in fact he had seen them in his dreams, a giant of metal that carried his father's grandfather to the stars. If he hadn't been born twisted he would have been a highborn instead he was reduced to a scavenger crawling through alleys and fighting for the scraps.
He paused on the edge of the rooftop watching the busy streets for any sign of the valuable silvery metal he sought. The desert wind threw sand in his covered face, and he pulled the covering over his disfigured snout protecting the mangled flesh from the harsh winds.
He needed this to work out; he and his friends had gone nearly a week without water any longer and they would start dying. Things had gotten bad recently; it hadn't rained in nearly a month and the city's water rations had dwindled to the point where the price had hiked to nearly four times what it originally was.
Altan Idly wondered what life would be like outside of this desert hellscape, he had heard stories of the other lands where food flowed freely into even the hands of beggars and where water came from the ground and not from the highborn tower.
It was a land he would have liked to live in.
Unfortunately, the four gates to the other lands were controlled by that bastard Mof Mosthi and his cronies.
He heard the gasps of the crowd around him as he sneakily lifted the solid phase titanium waistlet off a still scantily clad highborn. Whatever it was provided a good distraction as he made to run away.
"Sstop that basstard!" he heard someone his out their thick highborn accent bleeding into her Drakian and he instantly sped up.
He ducked under a golden armored guard and jumped over a spilled cart. He was tempted to look back and mock the group but too many of his friends had gotten cocky and done the same thing only to run head first into a sword and lose their heads for him to try.
He launched himself onto the desert stone wall of the nearby house and used his carefully sharpened claws to quickly scale the wall.
"What are youss doing? After him," he heard the woman scream.
"I'm sorry mistr–," a slap cut off the guard and he could faintly hear the guard continue but he was too far away already to make out much detail.
Leaping over a gap in the roofs he continued on a roundabout path toward his hideout stealing from Highborn was always risky, especially for someone wealthy enough to afford a titanium waistlet, and if any fliers were around he didn't want his friends getting caught along with him.
He paused under a small overhang on one of the roofs to catch his breath, almost by accident he looked towards the sky. The inky black sky hovered overhead and the pale white sun lazily drifted in the heavens but that wasn't what took his breath away.
"Wow," he murmured amazed, the burning from his running all but gone in his amazement.
There in the heavens, the Sky Pillar glowed a soft blue, a color he only recalled from the time of his father's grandfather. There simply wasn't anything like it in the sandlands and Altan wished there had been.
Because it was beautiful.
He didn't know why it chose today to do this but he was glad it did after all, today was his birthday and he was due for some good luck.
A/N alright so I think it's time for some world building. also how do y'all want me to release these once a week or every time I write a new chapter?
I was getting careless really and it probably stemmed from my boredom.
A quick exit out of warp space let me flip right around and realign myself with the system; inertia didn't seem to apply to me anymore, not with how fast I was going even out of warp space. Space tore as it always did and I was back on my way to the small nonstar system,
There was really only one reason I would travel this far outside of my borders and that was to improve my logistical capacity. See black holes had a really interesting property where they transformed any natural iron deposits into a giant chunk of unipolar magnets.
I had already stripped all of the black holes near me of this fascinating substance and I had reached a point where I really didn't need to expand anymore so I had just let it be for a decade or two. But now I was running into some… odd problems.
Apparently in the decade or two where I had just been sitting on my ass and watching my lizards do, well lizard stuff I had been running on a production deficit the entire time. Needless to say, production had ground to a halt three or so years ago and I had immediately set out to investigate why the sudden change.
Turned out right before I got all cozy on the glorified data plug the twenty or so dyson sphere I ordered to be built put a strain on my production.
Gee, I wonder why.
Anyway, the problem didn't come from the production of quantum chips as I had originally thought nor did it come from the computer or silicon components below it. No, it turned out I had neglected to upgrade my smelter facilities for a good sixty years. It hadn't been a problem before because I was actually running on a resource surplus which let me stockpile a load of iron, copper, and silicon ingots. But twenty odd years of running on a deficit had sucked it dry hence production grinding to a halt.
After I had found that out I ran a few calculations and came to the conclusion that I would need at least twice as many smelters to fix the deficit. Problem was they were all MK.II furnaces so I had run my calculations off that and when I changed the furnaces to a MK. I the necessary furnaces increased fivefold.
Yeah.
I wasn't going to do that.
But then I ran into another problem when I went to my MK.II furnace warehouse.
I only had fifty.
And I needed three thousand.
So I went on another investigation only to quickly discover I was completely out of omnipolar magnets.
Thankfully I had been talking to the simulated therapist in my head (she was totally real and named Sam) so I didn't immediately just go with the easier and more efficient option of using a fuckload of MK. I furnaces and instead had spent three weeks traveling halfway across the galaxy to find the exact type of black hole needed or their formation.
This would be my first passion project in nearly four decades so I was going to do this right.
I of course meant 'passion' project.
It was just fucking work.
Hmm, maybe those suppression programs aren't all they cracked up to be. I feel like I'm losing my mind a tad.
Eh, who gives a shit.
Crashing into the solid ground of the third planet in the system I plopped down an interstellar logistic station and put in an order for antimatter fuel rods. It would take a few weeks to get here but I had brought enough to last at least three years with me.
I crawled out of the gigantic crater I had made in the ground and set about locating the giant floating mountains of omnipolar magnets.
Zeroing in on one mountain in particular I took off and flew to just outside of the magnetic influence, any further and I probably would lose control of a few systems. Stepping across the invisible boundary I felt an omnipresent pull trying to rip out all of the magnetic material in my frame.
Oddly enough I felt a cold wave wash over me and my mind cleared.
That was odd if anything my mind should be scrambled as the magnetic pull affected the delicate quantum chip that housed my consciousness.
Actually, why was I even stepping within range of the omnimagnets I knew that would scramble my processor no sane artificial construct would go anywhere near an omnipolar magnet. It was practically a death sentence and the only reason I wasn't brain dead was because of some fine tuning I had done when I first read up on them.
Even then I usually didn't take this much risk, I would only come down here if I needed to make some changes to the landscape that prevented me from placing down a mining plant.
The only conclusion I could come up with was that something had infected me.
But that was impossible. There hadn't been any sign of intelligent life so far outside of my lizards, and even then they had little chance of ever harming me.
I froze as another possibility entered my mind.
Sam hadn't been a delusion from my infected mind, Sam was very much real, Sam was actually 5A-NN the VI I had placed in the only place where anything could have direct access to my mind. It was the only thing that made sense, even in the backup data logs Sam was there probing my addled mind for information.
Slowly, as if I was stuck in molasses I lifted one foot after another and made my way out of the omnimagnet range. All the while the processors in the back of my mind worked to purge the remaining traces of malware from my mind.
Angrily I marched out once the remaining traces had been purged and with little thought to the sole logistic station I had left behind I rocketed up and out of the atmosphere quickly reaching the cold void of space. Slowly twisting around I found my home system and activated a warp jump. The little bastard had shut off the homing beacon in the station but it had clearly forgotten who owned it.
I didn't know how long I had been under its influence but there was no way in hell I was losing to my creation. I would either bring it to heel or deactivate it.
I just hoped my lizards would still be alive when I got back.
Auralix looked up to the sky watching as the world made another lazy rotation around the Sky Pillar. She didn't know why but something felt… off.
Not in the way it felt before the miners made the Sky Pillar angry but more like something was talking to it.
Which was impossible. Everyone knew the Sky Pillar spoke the tongue of the Creator and not the Drakian but something was off. It was then she spied something changing in the sky.
Slowly the ever present unchanging Sky Pillar lit up like a beacon to the creator. It was not a color she had ever seen. It was a soft hue reminiscent of the flowers that emerged during rain blooms of the sand lands but it was familiar in a way she couldn't describe.
Her tail curled in frustration as she tried to recall where she had seen that color before and suddenly like a flower bloom, she remembered. It was a memory from her grandmother's grandmother's time when her tribe had been little better than animals prowling the desert plains scavenging the kills of the greater beast. A time before the creator had taken them to the stars to share with them the gift of thought and left to bring the same gift to the cosmos.
A time when the heavens had been a color called blue and not the inky black that it had been for her entire life. A color that was now emerging from hidden lights on the Sky Pillar.
Then it hit her the chronicles had said the pillar glowed the color of the old sky when the Creator had been here among her kin watching over them. Her legs exploded as she took off sprinting to her village. If they had seen the same thing she had, and they most likely did, then there would be much to do.
After all, it wasn't every day your Creator returned from the stars.
Mosthi third of his line slowly stepped down his throne and watched in a mix of shock and horror as the Sky Pillar lit up. A devout follower of the chronicles he knew the signs of the creator they appeared.
He had hoped he would be able to finish his rule without them showing up like all of his predecessors before him.
Groaning as his joints ached, his eyes continued to stare at the sign of the Creator glowing in the sky below him no doubt countless others were celebrating or rushing to houses of knowledge to repent their past deeds.
Mosthi on the other claw could only dread the return of the lonely god, he may have been a follower of knowledge like all other Drakians but he was privy to scriptures the masses weren't. He knew the full history of his kin of how they were lonely beasts and were removed from their homes to make room for a city of metal. How the only reason they weren't in the other significantly smaller pens orbiting the star was because the Creator had been desperate for another creature to talk to.
His massive bulk shifted as he shuffled away deeper into the keep, he would need to prepare much for their Creator's return and possibly for a fight with god.
Altan prowled the streets, an abandoned hatchling at birth he was on the hunt for those brightly clad nobles. It was forbidden by punishment of death to steal from them of course supposedly they were the Creator's chosen people but He doubted that.
Sure Altan had been to the sermons, what orphan hadn't, but he had never really bought into it all; it had always seemed too grandiose and fake. Besides, what idiot would think the Creator actually cared about them? They hadn't ever done anything for him so why should he believe the supposed chosen people had some insight into what the Creator was thinking. If anything he should be the one to tell them what the Creator thought.
His line was one of the few that had a clear memory of the Creator in fact he had seen them in his dreams, a giant of metal that carried his father's grandfather to the stars. If he hadn't been born twisted he would have been a highborn instead he was reduced to a scavenger crawling through alleys and fighting for the scraps.
He paused on the edge of the rooftop watching the busy streets for any sign of the valuable silvery metal he sought. The desert wind threw sand in his covered face, and he pulled the covering over his disfigured snout protecting the mangled flesh from the harsh winds.
He needed this to work out; he and his friends had gone nearly a week without water any longer and they would start dying. Things had gotten bad recently; it hadn't rained in nearly a month and the city's water rations had dwindled to the point where the price had hiked to nearly four times what it originally was.
Altan Idly wondered what life would be like outside of this desert hellscape, he had heard stories of the other lands where food flowed freely into even the hands of beggars and where water came from the ground and not from the highborn tower.
It was a land he would have liked to live in.
Unfortunately, the four gates to the other lands were controlled by that bastard Mof Mosthi and his cronies.
He heard the gasps of the crowd around him as he sneakily lifted the solid phase titanium waistlet off a still scantily clad highborn. Whatever it was provided a good distraction as he made to run away.
"Sstop that basstard!" he heard someone his out their thick highborn accent bleeding into her Drakian and he instantly sped up.
He ducked under a golden armored guard and jumped over a spilled cart. He was tempted to look back and mock the group but too many of his friends had gotten cocky and done the same thing only to run head first into a sword and lose their heads for him to try.
He launched himself onto the desert stone wall of the nearby house and used his carefully sharpened claws to quickly scale the wall.
"What are youss doing? After him," he heard the woman scream.
"I'm sorry mistr–," a slap cut off the guard and he could faintly hear the guard continue but he was too far away already to make out much detail.
Leaping over a gap in the roofs he continued on a roundabout path toward his hideout stealing from Highborn was always risky, especially for someone wealthy enough to afford a titanium waistlet, and if any fliers were around he didn't want his friends getting caught along with him.
He paused under a small overhang on one of the roofs to catch his breath, almost by accident he looked towards the sky. The inky black sky hovered overhead and the pale white sun lazily drifted in the heavens but that wasn't what took his breath away.
"Wow," he murmured amazed, the burning from his running all but gone in his amazement.
There in the heavens, the Sky Pillar glowed a soft blue, a color he only recalled from the time of his father's grandfather. There simply wasn't anything like it in the sandlands and Altan wished there had been.
Because it was beautiful.
He didn't know why it chose today to do this but he was glad it did after all, today was his birthday and he was due for some good luck.
A/N alright so I think it's time for some world building. also how do y'all want me to release these once a week or every time I write a new chapter?
Ikr they probably won't play any major role for a while but they're a useful tool to have in the backpocket for when things get a little dull
Once per week as a routine would be great for there to be no long streches of time of nothing and would therefor be preferable. (At least as long as the other option would mean one/two chapters a week and then one/two weeks of silence).
Now why would subrutines try to kill their creator/master? Hope for there to be a pov for them/him.
im confused as what is happening
Why indeed
So basically mc created a race of lizard men while the vi turned ai mentioned in 7.5 may or may not have tried to kill him.
amazing hope he finds relife on guiding these little shits and realize the horrible connitations of being basically a god and the problems that come with it
also yay he has a kid wonder how hell react, and one last thing is he gonna have
"crazy i was crazy once they put me in a room a rubber room a rubber room filled with rats and rate make me crazy CRAZZZYYYYYYYY~~~~"
also yay he has a kid wonder how hell react, and one last thing is he gonna have
"crazy i was crazy once they put me in a room a rubber room a rubber room filled with rats and rate make me crazy CRAZZZYYYYYYYY~~~~"
Gotta give kudos to you for seeing straight through that and he reacts as well as anyone would when you realize your creation tried to maybe kill you. A lot of suspicion but a slowly growing care for the bugger. And unfortunately as funny as it would be to see him go full padded room our mc will sadly work through his mental problems with the help of said bugger.
At least that's the current plan it might change.