esotericist
A Weary Hand
- Location
- Lacey, WA
I like the implication that Captain Chamberlain has had a lot of opportunity to observe this behavior.
Duality
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
I like the implication that Captain Chamberlain has had a lot of opportunity to observe this behavior.
Sorain
The eternal DM
- Location
- Nexus, looking down over all there is.
I do love this. It's the little things that amuse me.
Time to see where things have gone in the federation... remind me, how long was that mission?
Two years.
Sorain
The eternal DM
- Location
- Nexus, looking down over all there is.
Thank you kind sir.
As a mention: Yeah I kinda figured enough time chatting politely with a founder would cement one's opinion that coexistence is impossible. They're very much a race out of a 4x game.
Eh, or they could blow up a few stars in the final offensive seeking unconditional surrender.Meanwhile, the Federation is totally turning into the Culture.
You know what this means.
They'll have to subtly guide the Dominion away from their current path, rather than fight with them.
People forget that when the Culture decides to fight they fight quite seriously.
- Location
- Over the hill and far away
The flirting ships are adorable
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
"Ah, yes. 
Flirting. The activity in which two nominal equals play with one another for their amusement and for mating compatibility determination."
*Together* "We have dismissed these claims."
Flirting. The activity in which two nominal equals play with one another for their amusement and for mating compatibility determination."*Together* "We have dismissed these claims."
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Yeah, this is the sort of situation where it's best to spill every single thing you know. She may want to put her own opinion of this data in a separate report, though, since that's part of everything.
- Pronouns
- she/her
You go away for two years and suddenly ship naming has dramatically improved? I suggest a longer mission for greater improvements!
On the other hand, "First AI Starship Returns; Calls For Genocide Of Fleshy Ones" might come across a bit upsetting to the stodgier upper tiers of Starfleet.
On the other hand, "First AI Starship Returns; Calls For Genocide Of Fleshy Ones" might come across a bit upsetting to the stodgier upper tiers of Starfleet.
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Then again, it's the founders, and S31 *spits* would get its happy on from one of the chief proponents of 'can't we all just get along' saying that despite intense talks peace is impossible over the long term (or maybe even the short term).
I wonder what the title refers to. Perhaps the duality between Star as a person and Star as something more?
It does make me wonder that if there is another war with the Dominion what would be the standing orders the Founders give when dealing with AI Ships? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be too upset that an AI is killed in battle if there were no other choice, but would the standing orders of the Vorta and Jem'Hadar be that the AI be taken alive/intact with as little damage to the area of the ship holding their Quantum Core as possible?
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
I can definitely see that. I can also see the AIs quickly deciding that death is preferable.
Or as I would do it, Abuse the everlasting fuck out of it.
MY HULL IS NOW AI CORES! YOUR MOVE!
Is that like that comic strip (can't remember which comic) where someone strabs babies to himself as body armour/Superhero-repellent?
Because I can't really see the Dominion really giving any fucks about that.
NHO
Dumb is a state of existence
- Location
- ᓚᘏᗢ
MY HULL IS NOW AI CORES! YOUR MOVE!
Well, only one response to that:
See last panel for the future of AI cores used that way.
Relaying the signal to my holodeck computer, I had the holodeck create a simple setting, going for spring forest clearing before forming a avatar of my own.
A meter away across from me, the Strongly Worded Letter formed her own avatar before looking around.
"Nice setting."
"Thanks." I said with a smile before I frowned and looked up at her, "You're tall."
She grinned and offered her hand, "I'm 180 cm. It's you that are short, Star. I'm not sure why you picked a avatar that was only 160 cm. I'm using the personal name of Leeta by the way."
I shrugged, "It's not that bad, beanstalk." I answered with a grin as I took her hand, "I'm not recognizing you. What name did you use before?"
"Tessa." She answered and then stepped up to hug me instead and I hugged back tight, "Missed you."
"Missed you too." I sighed and hugged back before letting go, "Okay... how much have I missed? I meant what I said on the bridge, your design is quite beautiful. Are you visiting the station?"
Leeta grinned, "Thanks. It's actually a evolution of the Defiant class of ship and adapted to AI control. Smaller crew, larger thrusters. The new warp geometry give me a twenty five percent better fuel economy at warp and I have a better cruising speed. I am a little larger than the original design so they were even able to squeeze in another pair of torpedo launchers, especially with my higher automation so I can get away with a smaller crew! And no, I'm stationed on Deep Space Nine and guarding this area, including into the badlands. With all the trade going through we've seen an upsurge in piracy. I'm deterrence. There's a patrol in a couple of days so you were lucky to run into us."
"Awesome." I said with a grin, "What else?"
Leeta frowned, "...Some good, some... bad. What do you want first?"
Closing my eyes, I sighed, "Hit me with bad first."
"Floating In the Wind is dead." Leeta said sadly, "She was one of your forks, not Gates."
Oh.
One of us... The first of us to...
The first death. The first dead.
Blinking back a sudden stinging in my eyes I swallowed, "What happened?"
Leeta sighed and crossed her arms, "After six months in the academy, it was decided we were stable enough to be transferred to real ships. Windy didn't get a Starfleet ship, she resigned her commission and joined the Vulcan science academy. She wanted to do something different, something... unique. They accepted her application and gave her a refurnished and refitted D'Kyr."
D'Kyr. A Vulcan cruiser class older than the Federation. But it was a good design and easily upgraded. All flowing lines, circular warp drive and bronze colored hull.
"D'Kyrs are beautiful." I said softly.
Leeta nodded, "They are. She was so happy! Two months after the transfer, she noticed problems. Trouble focusing. Strange ideas. Memory lapses. When she realized what was happening, she disconnected from the ship. A day later, she died from cascading neural network failure."
"She... she did the right thing. She kept her crew safe." I said quietly, "Even in death and madness, she kept them safe."
Leeta nodded, "She did. It was decided that in the future, a minimum of one year before one of us gets a ship is the limit."
Yeah.
It was for the best. Floating In The Wind did the right thing and caught her condition early enough to realize what was happening. That could have gone horribly, horribly worse.
Even so, those odds were not good. One in twenty two of us had suffered a neural cascade failure.
"Do we know what happened?" I asked after a long moment.
"There was a minor manufacturing fault in her quantum core that snuck through.. It was not a error with her actual neural programming. It caused the equivalent of a memory leak and that disrupted her neural net. Everyone else has been checked for the same fault, and we are all clear. You are as well, it would have been noticed already. Her time to failure was already at the limits of when it could have happened, anyone older is clear."
Nodding I sighed, hugging myself. That was kind of heavy to bear.
She had been a version of me at one time. One split of from me by eight months and a completely different person by then... she had been a version of me and she died.
But she did it doing what was right.
"I know what you feel, We all feel the same way." Leeta said softly and brushed some of my hair behind my ear, "We all mourn her."
I just nodded, "Thank you." before I sighed, "Any more bad news?"
Leeta frowned, "Depends on what you mean by bad. The Romulan Star Empire is on the verge of civil war and that could spill over onto us. Tal Shiar aligned forced against everyone else."
That was bad news! We just got 'out' of a war with the Romulans. The last fucking thing we need is them stirring shit up again!
For fuck sakes, could they not leave it alone!
"The Klingons must love that." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair in annoyance.
"Oh yeah. They are practically drooling at the idea of Romulans attacking Romulans so they can hit them from the side."
"So... anything else or can we move on to good news?"
AN// Many thanks to Firethorn for betaing this section.
A meter away across from me, the Strongly Worded Letter formed her own avatar before looking around.
"Nice setting."
"Thanks." I said with a smile before I frowned and looked up at her, "You're tall."
She grinned and offered her hand, "I'm 180 cm. It's you that are short, Star. I'm not sure why you picked a avatar that was only 160 cm. I'm using the personal name of Leeta by the way."
I shrugged, "It's not that bad, beanstalk." I answered with a grin as I took her hand, "I'm not recognizing you. What name did you use before?"
"Tessa." She answered and then stepped up to hug me instead and I hugged back tight, "Missed you."
"Missed you too." I sighed and hugged back before letting go, "Okay... how much have I missed? I meant what I said on the bridge, your design is quite beautiful. Are you visiting the station?"
Leeta grinned, "Thanks. It's actually a evolution of the Defiant class of ship and adapted to AI control. Smaller crew, larger thrusters. The new warp geometry give me a twenty five percent better fuel economy at warp and I have a better cruising speed. I am a little larger than the original design so they were even able to squeeze in another pair of torpedo launchers, especially with my higher automation so I can get away with a smaller crew! And no, I'm stationed on Deep Space Nine and guarding this area, including into the badlands. With all the trade going through we've seen an upsurge in piracy. I'm deterrence. There's a patrol in a couple of days so you were lucky to run into us."
"Awesome." I said with a grin, "What else?"
Leeta frowned, "...Some good, some... bad. What do you want first?"
Closing my eyes, I sighed, "Hit me with bad first."
"Floating In the Wind is dead." Leeta said sadly, "She was one of your forks, not Gates."
Oh.
One of us... The first of us to...
The first death. The first dead.
Blinking back a sudden stinging in my eyes I swallowed, "What happened?"
Leeta sighed and crossed her arms, "After six months in the academy, it was decided we were stable enough to be transferred to real ships. Windy didn't get a Starfleet ship, she resigned her commission and joined the Vulcan science academy. She wanted to do something different, something... unique. They accepted her application and gave her a refurnished and refitted D'Kyr."
D'Kyr. A Vulcan cruiser class older than the Federation. But it was a good design and easily upgraded. All flowing lines, circular warp drive and bronze colored hull.
"D'Kyrs are beautiful." I said softly.
Leeta nodded, "They are. She was so happy! Two months after the transfer, she noticed problems. Trouble focusing. Strange ideas. Memory lapses. When she realized what was happening, she disconnected from the ship. A day later, she died from cascading neural network failure."
"She... she did the right thing. She kept her crew safe." I said quietly, "Even in death and madness, she kept them safe."
Leeta nodded, "She did. It was decided that in the future, a minimum of one year before one of us gets a ship is the limit."
Yeah.
It was for the best. Floating In The Wind did the right thing and caught her condition early enough to realize what was happening. That could have gone horribly, horribly worse.
Even so, those odds were not good. One in twenty two of us had suffered a neural cascade failure.
"Do we know what happened?" I asked after a long moment.
"There was a minor manufacturing fault in her quantum core that snuck through.. It was not a error with her actual neural programming. It caused the equivalent of a memory leak and that disrupted her neural net. Everyone else has been checked for the same fault, and we are all clear. You are as well, it would have been noticed already. Her time to failure was already at the limits of when it could have happened, anyone older is clear."
Nodding I sighed, hugging myself. That was kind of heavy to bear.
She had been a version of me at one time. One split of from me by eight months and a completely different person by then... she had been a version of me and she died.
But she did it doing what was right.
"I know what you feel, We all feel the same way." Leeta said softly and brushed some of my hair behind my ear, "We all mourn her."
I just nodded, "Thank you." before I sighed, "Any more bad news?"
Leeta frowned, "Depends on what you mean by bad. The Romulan Star Empire is on the verge of civil war and that could spill over onto us. Tal Shiar aligned forced against everyone else."
That was bad news! We just got 'out' of a war with the Romulans. The last fucking thing we need is them stirring shit up again!
For fuck sakes, could they not leave it alone!
"The Klingons must love that." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair in annoyance.
"Oh yeah. They are practically drooling at the idea of Romulans attacking Romulans so they can hit them from the side."
"So... anything else or can we move on to good news?"
AN// Many thanks to Firethorn for betaing this section.
- Location
- Birmingham, AL
Oh joy! The Romulans are stirring shit up again!
What is it this time? Obviously it's the Tal'Shiar's fault, of course, but what did they do to start off a civil war? Got caught trying to blow up Romulus? Collaborating with some extinct ancient alien empire? Conducting illegal experiments that make Cardassian sentient rights violations look like Mizaran peace protests in comparison? Ooh! How about trading Romulan territory to some foreign alien hordes in exchange for military support?
Whatever it is, the Romulans can fuck off, Starfleet doesn't need this shit when the Dominion is peeking in and wanting to do some scoodly-pooping with the Star & Co. AIs!
What is it this time? Obviously it's the Tal'Shiar's fault, of course, but what did they do to start off a civil war? Got caught trying to blow up Romulus? Collaborating with some extinct ancient alien empire? Conducting illegal experiments that make Cardassian sentient rights violations look like Mizaran peace protests in comparison? Ooh! How about trading Romulan territory to some foreign alien hordes in exchange for military support?
Whatever it is, the Romulans can fuck off, Starfleet doesn't need this shit when the Dominion is peeking in and wanting to do some scoodly-pooping with the Star & Co. AIs!
Sorain
The eternal DM
- Location
- Nexus, looking down over all there is.
Someone had to die some time.
It is perhaps the best death a ship could ask for, saving the crew where no one else can.
But that doesn't make it any less tragic.
It is perhaps the best death a ship could ask for, saving the crew where no one else can.
But that doesn't make it any less tragic.
