It's kinda impressive how quickly you turned to making more AI. When you consider what just happened, I would have thought that you would have just left without bothering to try and fix anything.
Last edited:
Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]
yeah, physiologist clearly wasn't the word they meant to use. the difference (as I understand it) between a psychiatrist and a psychologist is that one approaches the subject of helping people's minds through medicine while the other approaches through the study of human behaviour.
psychiatrists tend to be overly fond of recommending medication.
65 - Furlough
65 - Furlough
"Side? Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc."
I hummed to myself as I watched the movie play out from behind my eyelids. I'd seen the movie in the biggest theatres in my hometown with the lighting just right that I managed to completely lose track of the people all around me. It had just been me and one of the greatest movies in history. For my time at least. So when I dove back through my codified memories and bounced them into a dummy visualizing program that I had bastardized out of a standard HUD display, it was like I was back there. All by myself watching the movie. Which was what I was doing now as well only it was just playing out on my own eyelids rather on some screen somewhere. I...suppose that I could technically put it up somewhere on a projector but there was a few problems with that.
I liked the lack of people coming around to bother me, and also the movies had never been made in this universe.
Nobody's fault, not Tolkein or the directors or anyone like them.
It was just...the United States's Hollywood of this world really only focused on one thing only: the Soviet Union.
The thought made me pause the movie and sit up from where I was laying within my ship. Cosmos design or no, me and my old deactivated body were the only things here. Which was of course part of the reason that I'd chosen this location to land on after exiting out into open space somewhere around Jupiter. I suppose on some level that I could have remained out there in the system and stuck to myself but for some reason I...didn't. Some impulse or another made me drive down here and park my ship in the middle of nowhere even though nobody could possibly have seen it given the various different kinds of extremely advanced stealth systems that it was packing.
On the bright side, of course, the direct center of the Australian Outback was actually quite pretty to look at, day or night.
"All by my seeyeeeelllf," I mumbled as I began puttering around the open decks of the ship. The 'sphere' portion of the vessel was easy enough to see out of, I'd built it that way, and so I found myself watching what looked like an emu pecking at the ground near me.
Was that standard bird behavior? Or something else? Who knows. Either way I was bored with it and shuffled off towards my 'me' room.
It was pretty sweet if I do say so myself. Several massive TVs, all hooked up to the various satellite and broadcasting systems the whole planet over. Each of them faced a gigantic pile of soft downy pillows which functioned as my chair, bed, and couch depending on how I sat on it. With a single leap I brought myself to the top of it and sank down, my head slung upside down as I faced them. A flick of my hands materialized a remote in one of them that I began to use to slowly click on each of the barn sized screens.
"- that America leads the way! With the strength of the Allies and the power of good old democracy, you can bet your bottom dollar that with me as your Commander in Chief, the Soviet Union are gonna be taking their damn hunter killer bears and going home! This ad paid for by the Campaign to Elect Senator Ackerman."
Huh. I guess I showed up earlier in the timeline than the...timeline had even had time to really exist. And isn't that something to think about? Has this timeline always existed due to the nature of the ones who created it doing so giving it a permanent place in the multiverse? Or is it by my presence alone that it remains as such where before it would have just 'snapped' into being when the time machine is activated and Einstein is killed. Either way there were no bombs dropped on Japan here, no nukes, only a grinding meaty land-battle that eventually ended with a ceasefire.
A ceasefire. Not a surrender.
No wonder George Takei - I mean...Emperor Yoshiro was able to boost his people up into a grand campaign against the rest of the world. A WWII Japan that had never 'lost' or surrendered for real? Yeesh. The nanotechnology and weaponry they possessed was kind of spooky enough without that kind of 'warriors spirit' behind it. Or at least probably spooky to someone who...wasn't me.
"Come comrades, come today, and rise up against the oppression of the so-called-Allies! In the name of the glorious Soviet Union we shall spread the wonders of Lenin across the entire world! But first, a perogi, bought from Bosco's Perogi Shop, of downtown Moscow!"
They actually look good, but the image of several honest to god Soviet Conscripts running around with obvious bottles for molotovs in their pockets and uniform AK's was kind of odd. Especially with those over exaggerated expressions as they eat those perogis. Perogis? I don't know if I should capitalize it or not, but either way I've never actually eaten one before. I wonder if they're good? I should probably try to get one before Moscow gets blown to smithereens...if that is the current campaign direction.
As for the Empire of the Rising Sun which has already begun its massive military build-up which was somehow missed by both the Allies and the Union?
"Araragi-san, please! Don't leave us behind!"
"That's right, without you...without you...how can we win against our rivals!"
"I may be a master of the kendo club my friends, but...what is school pride worth against the divine will of the Emperor!? I must go, I must swear to him my blade, a true blade, and strike his enemies down!"
"Araragi-sempaiiiiiiii!!!!"
...good god.
They have anime here, but it's...that?
Man.
With a slight twitch of my will, some of my stealthed satellites let me bounce around the quasi-net that was going around. They didn't...quite have an honest to goodness Internet yet, but they had the gestation of one. Of three, actually. Wonder how that's going to go in the end. But...my search ends in failure just like it did the last few times. No Star Wars. No Stargate. No Naruto, no Harry Potter, or any number of other cultural cornerstones of my growth as an adolescent. They had all been replaced with the most campy stuff all extolling either the Allies or the Soviet Union. Their conflict had grown so prevalent that it was being fought in vast cultural theatres of war while tanks and soldiers fought and died in the soil and sea.
...mmm.
Lolling my head, I looked at the calender I'd bought with some money I'd skimmed off of some embezzling mayor or another in India.
August 27th, 1985.
On the one hand, we have the Allies, who are going to be led by J.K. Simmons himself. We have the Soviet Union, led by a TRANSVESTITE OF TRANSYLVANNIIIIIAAAAHAAHAA, and Sulu from the original Star Trek.
"Pick a side...pick a side...pick a side...," I mumbled.
It doesn't matter, nothing matters!
Dad! Look at this, Zee actually managed to miniturize the Dakara weapon! We could-
Gamma I swear to god if you don't pick up after you're done weapons testing
I blinked.
"Uh...maybe later."
At least there are some cartoons which aren't terrible in this universe.
"- we're the Animaniacs!"
...I'll make a decision soon. Tomorrow. For sure...
I hummed to myself as I watched the movie play out from behind my eyelids. I'd seen the movie in the biggest theatres in my hometown with the lighting just right that I managed to completely lose track of the people all around me. It had just been me and one of the greatest movies in history. For my time at least. So when I dove back through my codified memories and bounced them into a dummy visualizing program that I had bastardized out of a standard HUD display, it was like I was back there. All by myself watching the movie. Which was what I was doing now as well only it was just playing out on my own eyelids rather on some screen somewhere. I...suppose that I could technically put it up somewhere on a projector but there was a few problems with that.
I liked the lack of people coming around to bother me, and also the movies had never been made in this universe.
Nobody's fault, not Tolkein or the directors or anyone like them.
It was just...the United States's Hollywood of this world really only focused on one thing only: the Soviet Union.
The thought made me pause the movie and sit up from where I was laying within my ship. Cosmos design or no, me and my old deactivated body were the only things here. Which was of course part of the reason that I'd chosen this location to land on after exiting out into open space somewhere around Jupiter. I suppose on some level that I could have remained out there in the system and stuck to myself but for some reason I...didn't. Some impulse or another made me drive down here and park my ship in the middle of nowhere even though nobody could possibly have seen it given the various different kinds of extremely advanced stealth systems that it was packing.
On the bright side, of course, the direct center of the Australian Outback was actually quite pretty to look at, day or night.
"All by my seeyeeeelllf," I mumbled as I began puttering around the open decks of the ship. The 'sphere' portion of the vessel was easy enough to see out of, I'd built it that way, and so I found myself watching what looked like an emu pecking at the ground near me.
Was that standard bird behavior? Or something else? Who knows. Either way I was bored with it and shuffled off towards my 'me' room.
It was pretty sweet if I do say so myself. Several massive TVs, all hooked up to the various satellite and broadcasting systems the whole planet over. Each of them faced a gigantic pile of soft downy pillows which functioned as my chair, bed, and couch depending on how I sat on it. With a single leap I brought myself to the top of it and sank down, my head slung upside down as I faced them. A flick of my hands materialized a remote in one of them that I began to use to slowly click on each of the barn sized screens.
"- that America leads the way! With the strength of the Allies and the power of good old democracy, you can bet your bottom dollar that with me as your Commander in Chief, the Soviet Union are gonna be taking their damn hunter killer bears and going home! This ad paid for by the Campaign to Elect Senator Ackerman."
Huh. I guess I showed up earlier in the timeline than the...timeline had even had time to really exist. And isn't that something to think about? Has this timeline always existed due to the nature of the ones who created it doing so giving it a permanent place in the multiverse? Or is it by my presence alone that it remains as such where before it would have just 'snapped' into being when the time machine is activated and Einstein is killed. Either way there were no bombs dropped on Japan here, no nukes, only a grinding meaty land-battle that eventually ended with a ceasefire.
A ceasefire. Not a surrender.
No wonder George Takei - I mean...Emperor Yoshiro was able to boost his people up into a grand campaign against the rest of the world. A WWII Japan that had never 'lost' or surrendered for real? Yeesh. The nanotechnology and weaponry they possessed was kind of spooky enough without that kind of 'warriors spirit' behind it. Or at least probably spooky to someone who...wasn't me.
"Come comrades, come today, and rise up against the oppression of the so-called-Allies! In the name of the glorious Soviet Union we shall spread the wonders of Lenin across the entire world! But first, a perogi, bought from Bosco's Perogi Shop, of downtown Moscow!"
They actually look good, but the image of several honest to god Soviet Conscripts running around with obvious bottles for molotovs in their pockets and uniform AK's was kind of odd. Especially with those over exaggerated expressions as they eat those perogis. Perogis? I don't know if I should capitalize it or not, but either way I've never actually eaten one before. I wonder if they're good? I should probably try to get one before Moscow gets blown to smithereens...if that is the current campaign direction.
As for the Empire of the Rising Sun which has already begun its massive military build-up which was somehow missed by both the Allies and the Union?
"Araragi-san, please! Don't leave us behind!"
"That's right, without you...without you...how can we win against our rivals!"
"I may be a master of the kendo club my friends, but...what is school pride worth against the divine will of the Emperor!? I must go, I must swear to him my blade, a true blade, and strike his enemies down!"
"Araragi-sempaiiiiiiii!!!!"
...good god.
They have anime here, but it's...that?
Man.
With a slight twitch of my will, some of my stealthed satellites let me bounce around the quasi-net that was going around. They didn't...quite have an honest to goodness Internet yet, but they had the gestation of one. Of three, actually. Wonder how that's going to go in the end. But...my search ends in failure just like it did the last few times. No Star Wars. No Stargate. No Naruto, no Harry Potter, or any number of other cultural cornerstones of my growth as an adolescent. They had all been replaced with the most campy stuff all extolling either the Allies or the Soviet Union. Their conflict had grown so prevalent that it was being fought in vast cultural theatres of war while tanks and soldiers fought and died in the soil and sea.
...mmm.
Lolling my head, I looked at the calender I'd bought with some money I'd skimmed off of some embezzling mayor or another in India.
August 27th, 1985.
On the one hand, we have the Allies, who are going to be led by J.K. Simmons himself. We have the Soviet Union, led by a TRANSVESTITE OF TRANSYLVANNIIIIIAAAAHAAHAA, and Sulu from the original Star Trek.
"Pick a side...pick a side...pick a side...," I mumbled.
It doesn't matter, nothing matters!
Dad! Look at this, Zee actually managed to miniturize the Dakara weapon! We could-
Gamma I swear to god if you don't pick up after you're done weapons testing
I blinked.
"Uh...maybe later."
At least there are some cartoons which aren't terrible in this universe.
"- we're the Animaniacs!"
...I'll make a decision soon. Tomorrow. For sure...
Last edited:
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
CnC: Red Alert cool.
What a huge loss.
So...no he isn't going to run around weeping while picking up handfuls of sand only to mournfully watch as they slip through his fingers.
But also a No that he isn't going to blast into a bombastic happy go lucky jokey guy.
Behold the newest and latest persona that The Network has established for itself: Commander Couch Potato.
But also a No that he isn't going to blast into a bombastic happy go lucky jokey guy.
Behold the newest and latest persona that The Network has established for itself: Commander Couch Potato.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
exhorting
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Honestly think it fits nicely and curious to see how this new persona does things.
The couch potato approach can be effective if used right.
Ah, thank you. Changed.
What's the difference between a direct copy of himself, a robot, and an AI?
Edit: He's also alright with creating a being with an existential component by its very nature, right after chapter 60?
Last edited:
Damian45
Only Sane Man
It's Ackerman. Didn't see any other errors.
May I suggest the "Don't make me come over there" side?
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
Good lord, it is obvious the path you need to take here; you must form your own publishing company and sell these poor bastards some multimedia that isn't shit.
- Location
- Queensland
honestly, if it were me i wouldn't even bother picking a side unless they made a issue of not getting off your lawn or potentially wrecking the planet. once the dust settled I'd break the woobie physic out of prison and see if she wants to compete against you for the couch potato crown.
- Location
- Sweden
- Pronouns
- She/Her
While it wasn't the update I was expecting, it makes sense in story and was still well written. Have a like
Given that he just finished waging a several... hundred? Thousand? Year war against his "children," I think he's allowed a little down-time.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I believe "extol" would be more accurate, unless the media is encouraging/stealing from a side.
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
I would be more surprised if he didn't have flashbacks, having super giant robot PTSD and all.
He's never going to get 'better', per se. Just going to be able to handle the symptoms. That's all.
oakgem217
Connoisseur of Power Fantasy
- Location
- The Moon
I feel as though there is a word or two missing from this sentence. Maybe it was supposed to be, "Gamma, I swear to god, if you don't pick up after yourself, you're done with weapons testing."
