The Hive won't be able to dig into the moon because we will have already hollowed it out.
The Hive won't be able to dig into the moon because we will have already hollowed it out.
Indeed. It will be entirely repurposed as a mobile HQ factory operating in proximity to the asteroid belt as soon as we manufacture enough artificial tide generators for earth.The Hive won't be able to dig into the moon because we will have already hollowed it out.
Yeah, about that… I yet to determine when the Hive where on the moon as there are conflicting entries on the when they appeared on the moon.The Hive won't be able to dig into the moon because we will have already hollowed it out.
Currently looking at IRL development of AI the fact it so energy intensive that major tech companies need to build nuclear power plant to sufficiently power the damn thing meant that even a dumb one would have around a total DC of 900 with 3 separate phases.Speaking of Europa, need confirmation on something:
How many phases and total DC should it take to transform ChatGPT (at this point the source code should be open source) into a UNSC Dumb AI?
Yeah, about that… I yet to determine when the Hive where on the moon as there are conflicting entries on the when they appeared on the moon.
Some say after the Collapse, and others say before the Collapse.
At the very least, there is something in the moon already as the K1 anomaly artifact (the thing that will tell Clovis to find the Darkness statue in Europa) was already in the moon before the Traveler came to us.
Speaking of Europa, need confirmation on something:
How many phases and total DC should it take to transform ChatGPT (at this point the source code should be open source) into a UNSC Dumb AI?
Well in that case:At the very least, there is something in the moon already as the K1 anomaly artifact (the thing that will tell Clovis to find the Darkness statue in Europa) was already in the moon before the Traveler came to us.
Time to just shove a WMD down there and solve the problem for good.Well in that case:
We are going in loud people.
Moon's Haunted
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I think the best comparison would be.Sorry, I never played destiny beyond the original demo for destiny 1, who is Clovis and why do we need to kill him ASAP?
Rich bloke. Betrayed humanity to team up with bug people. We shouldn't kill him asap because we aren't going military, but we'll probably cook the moon and him like a hot potato mid gold age.Sorry, I never played destiny beyond the original demo for destiny 1, who is Clovis and why do we need to kill him ASAP?
I think a tyranid genestealer cultist would be more accurate do to the nature of the hive.I think the best comparison would be.
He's the in universe equivalent of a Chaos cultist?
Should we Go loud with a Army of Spartan Equivilents (For the Halo Fans) Or that one VERY VERY Dangerous Security Cyborg? (For all those Marathon fans that still exist?)Well in that case:
We are going in loud people.
Moon's Haunted
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Or just shove a nova bomb into the core of the Moon?Should we Go loud with a Army of Spartan Equivilents (For the Halo Fans) Or that one VERY VERY Dangerous Security Cyborg? (For all those Marathon fans that still exist?)
We kinda need the moon man, for housing if nothing else.
Eh we can replace it with another one.
We should go loud with a sizeable metal alloy cord megastructure cooking pouch and mass produced thermal charges to create a baked potato like effect.Should we Go loud with a Army of Spartan Equivilents (For the Halo Fans) Or that one VERY VERY Dangerous Security Cyborg? (For all those Marathon fans that still exist?)
We need the moon, but the is nothing that says we can't bake it like a potato and shape it to our liking in the aftermath.
Right now I am open to any omakes.
Could we expand to other kinds of manufacturing as well?Okay, so a company that manufactures computer stuff if the name you voted is any indication.
Now, unfortunately my laptop is still in the shop, so barring the doddles I do on a notepad, I can't write.
Maybe I will be lucky and they finish it before Friday.
Sorry, I never played destiny beyond the original demo for destiny 1, who is Clovis and why do we need to kill him ASAP?
I sulk in isolation as the crew works. My pride is wounded. Did I expect
Clarity to come out and greet me? "Hail to Clovis Bray, first among men?"
Yes, absolutely, I did! The lunar artifact promised me a solution to the
indifference of the cosmos. It told me I was unlike all others—and, damn
false modesty, damn vanity, I am different! Not for my present qualities,
but for my future influence. I shine with noon's light, reflected back
through time to this age of dawn.
I'm going to be the LUCA of all interstellar human civilization.
It is a mistake to imagine that the Greatest Man, the God-Emperor of
History and Ruler of Circumstances whose influence reaches to the end
of time, will live in the future—in the full flowering of human glory. That
man lives NOW, at the tiny bottleneck before the vast explosion, when it is
still possible for an individual's decisions to touch the entire species and set
the course of all future choice.
Self-maintenance so absolute that it becomes a static loop? Investigate.
I said all this in my book, but my son's book still sells better. I suppose
because Clovis Points is a much more approachable title than Competitive
Immortality Through Primogeniture of Future-History Ontogeny/Rephylogeny
(PFHOR). My son's work appeals to those intellectual infants in the
retronationals, and to the parasites on Common Compassion support.
Obviously they prefer the softened, pre-chewed version of the truth. And
there is also that bump of public sympathy for a dead man...
Yet I cannot deny that, in simplifying my legacy, my son has improved its
reach. He was the one to formulate the famous two-sentence summary
of PFHOR: "Most of our energy should be spent in support of the things
that are most like us. This is the only true responsibility of any living
thing." And the slightly less famous addendum: "The best way to spend
energy is on things that make more things like us."
Children are viral replicators of our ideas. But there is a certain terror about
them. They alter our legacy, mutate it—as Clovis II modified Competitive
Immortality Through PFHOR into Clovis Points. What if my children
decide on some key amendment, some ineffable change, which makes my
legacy no longer mine? How can I be reborn through the eternal recurrence
of my life-logic if what my children pass down is the logic of some other
Clovis, some flawed copy...just as Clovis II was a flawed image of me?
A flaw that I created in my clumsy eagerness to make him flawless.
My second-boldest decision during my son's development was to replace
Clovis II's mitochondrial DNA, normally inherited from the mother,
with my own. I had to know that I was in his cellular engines, powering
his existence.
It was not that change which killed him.
But it is the fear of being replaced by a faulty duplicate that will kill me, if I
put off my brain upload much longer.
I have a library of scanned volunteers aboard Hannu, but my own
consciousness is not among them. A Moravec upload is slow and inadequate;
what if there are quantum-informatic elements to the mind not captured
by such crude mechanical means? No. I insist on that perfect, terminal
quantum snapshot. For reasons of fidelity, the only perfect and lossless brain
scan is also a destructive one. A fatal one.
Clovis II died in one, after all. I made the
vessel to recieve him, but I lacked the Alkahest, the solvent to render it pure.
But I dare not make the leap to a new body until I know that body works.
And so far, the exobodies are universally fatal.
I must finish the exobody work to become the LUCA. The one true divinity of man.
To do that, I need Clarity.
And Clarity is here. All the signs point to it.
If I succeed—no forgiveness for those
tight-fisted Ishtar tools. I know they had working prototypes.
They could have shared.
CORPOREAL STATUS:
- Body at 35.5 C. Pulse 30 BPM, strength modest. BP 90 over 60. Resp 6 breaths/minute. Pulse ox 140, to reduce free radicals and peroxynitrite.
- Today's blood mix is pure perfluorocarbon with new modified monocytes.
- New kidneys functioning well. Donor pig sacrificed, brined, prepared as seared pork chops.
Elisabeth's birthday approaches. A good gift would be an olive branch.
Never let her say I do not try. Hannu, please identify a gift that only could
come from my own intimate and personal knowledge of my granddaughter.
GIFT SUGGESTIONS:
These are pathetic, Hannu.
- Antique weapon, or Twin Eagle replica.
- Professional pilot trained on Eon-series ship.
- Bespoke AI writer of personalized novels.
- Fruit basket, Titan farmed.
- Humanitarian investment (minefield clearance, long-term reparations, anti-traumatic medicine).
REVISED GIFT SUGGESTIONS:
Never mind, Hannu. Buy a few doghives for a soil reclamation project
- Research endowment, medical (prion diseases in persons with immune resistance to recombinant gene therapy).
- Research endowment, medical (sporadic fatal insomnia).
- Research endowment,psychological (loss of father, family trauma).
- Research endowment, psychological (reconstruction of trust after Loss).
- Personal apology, unpracticed (death of patient in physician's care).
- Statement of grief, unpracticed (death of son).
somewhere. Honeybees, whatever strain is best. And big friendly
Newfoundlands for the hives. Everyone loves doghives.