- Location
- Australia
Thanks, fixed.
The shards are probably going to add it to their mating rituals. Mayhem's a real trend setter.
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H+ Mayhem (Worm)
- Thread starter Jurric
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- Tags
- worm tinker transhumanism mayhem
Thanks, fixed.
The shards are probably going to add it to their mating rituals. Mayhem's a real trend setter.
Legion1771
The God
Where Adam comes into this pairing remains to be seen. He may or may not be down with it.
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
I don't think Mayhem is giving him much of a choice in the matter. (Permanent scarring is kind of a big commitment.)
Well, Mayhem ships it. I can't wait to see how ADAM reacts, though. Or Cricket's thought processes.
"That bastard betrayed us! ...and he stole my kama! I'm gonna kill him! ...why does my wrist hurt so much. ....aaaawwwwww! Okay, I won't kill him... much."
Bah! Permanent scarring is just the open stages of flirting for Cricket! You gotta REALLY commit violence if you want to show your commitment for her. You know, beat up a bunch of brown people and use their unconscious bodies to spell her name or something.
- Location
- Home
Hahahaha... I nearly died laughing. Mayhem certainly has a penchant for storytelling. Hemingway's story makes for the Best bed time story ever.
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
Well. to be fair, he is sending her semi-armed to the PRT with at least one unconscious African American. (after taking down one of the largest criminal gangs in the city, after the second largest had already been destroyed) he also fought off every person who has tried to stop him thus far. (plus Mayhem still has 22 hours to go).
The next step of the plan is to modify the Kama with tinkertech so that she won't attempt to kill him when she gets back. (maiming is OK though, Mayhem can fix those damages).
They are basically Neo-nazi-supervillain engaged already. hello
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Am I the only one that finds it hilarious that an E88 neo-nazi uses a traditional eastern martial arts weapon?For those of you who might be wondering, the Kama looks like this. I didn't actually know what one was until I looked it up.
Again, a reminder that Mayhem doesn't quite think like the narration, it has been adapted so that humans can read it.
Hope you enjoy, thanks for your comments, criticisms and corrections.
- Location
- Canada
No. Not even the only to ask this question. In this thread
loving the Mayhem Protocol sections XD
makes me think of the book Superintelligence which has been making the rounds lately (sadly have yet to read it myself) but a bunch of tech people and futurists have suddenly been getting cold feet or outright turn anti-AI, almost reluctantly, after reading through it.
And I think Mayhem kinda outlines just how dangerous AIs can be.
thats not even touching how it seems to feel certain emotions and brings up the weird question of if Mayhem is actually conscious... and if its going to become a moot point anyways as his social programs simulate consciousness to a level where we wont be able to see the difference soon anyways..
And the fact that shard coding seems like it mayyy be able to ignore portions of the protocol if future conflict is not promised it (even if thats only a possibility) is super worrying.. after all, all you need to do is ignore one line of code after all.. the time limit... >~>
makes me think of the book Superintelligence which has been making the rounds lately (sadly have yet to read it myself) but a bunch of tech people and futurists have suddenly been getting cold feet or outright turn anti-AI, almost reluctantly, after reading through it.
And I think Mayhem kinda outlines just how dangerous AIs can be.
thats not even touching how it seems to feel certain emotions and brings up the weird question of if Mayhem is actually conscious... and if its going to become a moot point anyways as his social programs simulate consciousness to a level where we wont be able to see the difference soon anyways..
And the fact that shard coding seems like it mayyy be able to ignore portions of the protocol if future conflict is not promised it (even if thats only a possibility) is super worrying.. after all, all you need to do is ignore one line of code after all.. the time limit... >~>
esotericist
A Weary Hand
- Location
- Lacey, WA
That which will rise from the ashes of the creator.
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
That seems like a bit of a stretch, so far what we have seen from the mayhem protocols is it acting exactly as directed by it's directives, (it just happens that one of them is to increase conflict) anything that seems to go counter to other directives in favor of conflict can be presumed to be the program attempting to procure more computing power from it's shard. (in a similar way to an AI turning matter into computronium) to become smarter and thus better fulfill it's primary objective, it is unlikely that it would violate it's other protocols/code because that would go counter to the directives given by it's creator. (in a similar way to how it would not kill Mayhem to further conflict, as that directive has a higher priority.
Any work of fiction in which an AI works counter to it's stated objectives is stupid. computers (electric or bio) only do as directed, the problem comes from people not properly thinking through what the consequences of those directives will be. (a folly which Mayhem has fallen prey to so far in this story. at least he is remembering to add 'survive' as a primary objective each time). of course, Mayhem DOES have directives which were not instated by Adam, but unless they are somehow boosted in priority it still shouldn't override primary directives. (I would presume that Adam coded the time limit to be even above the primary objective, to do otherwise would be stupid. and he would have never woke up after his first usage since Mayhem would have been unable to guarantee his survival.)
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Mayem, trolling to cause conflict and shipping like a boss. Or, you know, like a alien-supercomputer, boss thing.
"Damn you tire iron! You prevented bucket list item #12, body-weapon. Fortunately it wasn't buck list #9, femur trombone..."
This is really clever. Thanks for the excellent story.
I think I can see how the primary objective "survive" could eventually lead Mayhem to disrupting the entity's drive to create conflict (the secondary objective) if it weren't the overt source of their power. Very clever.
Maybe he can reach a half-way point that allows Adam to think about it/realise its nature - it would presumably benefit the primary objective in the long term without removing the source of power.
I think I can see how the primary objective "survive" could eventually lead Mayhem to disrupting the entity's drive to create conflict (the secondary objective) if it weren't the overt source of their power. Very clever.
Maybe he can reach a half-way point that allows Adam to think about it/realise its nature - it would presumably benefit the primary objective in the long term without removing the source of power.
3.M.3
- Location
- Australia
Local news used to update Social Analytic from version 18.9.8 to 18.9.9. Information added to codex. New priority targets. Classification: Merchants. Simulating engagements.
Insufficient data on subject's 'Whirlygig, Trainwreck' recommend data gathering expedition before engagement.
"And so the Waste of the World flows to fill the footprints of the Wolves and the Dragons." I said, as the news reporter finished her summary of the recent opportunistic Merchant attacks. Mostly raids on E88 and ABB stash houses and property. A lot of robberies while the city was distracted by the gang war, and a criminology expert talking about how they would likely try to expand their drug trade now that they didn't have competition.
"I think I actually understood that, and I agree." Purity said. She was no longer glowing, though she was still staying between me and Theo and Aster. "This was why I tolerated the E88, we kept..."
My laugh interrupted her.
"The poison of the Wolves has seeped into you Lady of Light. It is a subtle thing. I would not tolerate your presence if I did not think you could recover, and if you do not recover, I will not tolerate your presence." I said.
Purity frowned, and started glowing slightly.
"You're probably right Mayhem, but I don't take kindly to threats. You are in my home, and I did not invite you."
I held up my hands.
"The Small Jewel is safe. The Son of Clay is safe. Send me to the winds, and I will follow them. Or together we can scour away the Waste of the World."
Purity paused.
"You want to team up against the Merchants? You want me to fight alongside you after you sent every single friend I know to jail in one night?" She asked.
"It is their place." I said with a shrug.
Purity took the baby from Theo, and sat down on the couch, rocking the child absently as she thought.
"I admit, some of them deserve to go to jail, and they've all done… bad things, but not all of them deserve to rot there for what they've done. If you knew half of what Night and Fog have endured…"
"I am not without pity. The dreamers can wake. The gray walls can be breached, and their shackles broken. Not now, but soon. Judgment must be given." I told her.
Purity shook her head.
"Are you sure you have to talk like that?" She asked.
Scanning Social Analytic version 18.9.9. Unable to find errors.
"The sun rises. This Doll is Broken." I told her, shrugging.
Purity paused.
"You woke me up. I guess you… heard about my vigilante work?" Purity asked, sounding almost hopeful.
I looked at Theo, and then nodded. Theo just staying in the corner of the room, trying to vanish from everyone's attention.
"I should never have gone back to the Empire. Kaiser wanted to use me, and he had a very tempting offer, but this… I suppose I can work with this." Purity said slowly. "If Night and Fog get the Birdcage I'll have to break them out, but they might not, if they get a good lawyer. They've been semi-retired for a while. Rune was a good kid, it might pay to break her out as well."
"The fire burns away the rot, and we build something better from the ashes." I agreed. "Not of the white, but of many colors."
A new hero group was, of course, impossible. A gang that sat as a very light shade of gray on the moral spectrum wasn't. A group that held territory, but stayed as far away as possible from the less savory crimes. Only two members at the moment, but some of the less repugnant of the E88 could be bought into the fold. Adam was only half a week away from operating on Sveta, she could easily be a third member if the operation went well.
It would be considered the Empire in all but name until we found someone to racially diversify our little group, but I intended to go on a recruitment run for a while after this, I might be able to turn something up. Either way it was a start, and Purity was a heavy hitter in her own right.
"I'm going to have to think about it Mayhem, and I'm going to have to talk to you about it when you're coherent, and after I have a better idea of what's happened. Thank you for waking me up." Purity said.
I nodded.
"My words be gentle, but if you undo my work on this night, we will be enemies next we meet." I told her.
Purity paused to work out what I meant.
"You mean if I break the other members of the E88 out of jail?" She asked.
I nodded.
"All right. I will take that into account." She said.
Not what I had hoped to hear, but the tertiary objective prevented conflict around the baby, so I left. My projections indicated I could bring her around. Purity wasn't dumb exactly, but she was gullible and easily swayed.
The PRT van I had stolen was still parked outside, and I got in and turned on the radio. The Merchants had already taken advantage of the chaos once, perhaps they would do so again, and a night like this would stir up most parahumans. It was a chance to make a name for themselves while the PRT was on the back foot, something that almost couldn't be ignored without loss of reputation.
I drove to what I assumed was a good starting point, near the docks, where most of the trouble was likely to start, and then sat in the seat and waited patiently.
The radio crackled with reports. Some of them were tempting, but most were not. A few gang members were a good start, but I needed parahumans, not foot soldiers.
When the police band radio reported a break-in at Medhall I smiled.
It could be an ordinary thief of course, but it was unlikely. Medhall had excellent security. The PRT radio chatter made it clear that a break-in wasn't really a priority at the moment, not with so many wounded to care for and a pressing need to chase down the remnants of the two gangs before they truly went to ground, so I wasn't likely to be disturbed.
When I reached Medhall I was able to spot the thief immediately. Circus was on the rooftop, being chased by a large swarm of bugs. She was using her pyrokinesis to burn them, and many did seem to be dying, but the swarm split and dodged intelligently.
Oddly the insects weren't biting or stinging, instead spiders were trying to tie silk around the woman's ankles, to trip her, blind her, or otherwise incapacitate without risking anaphylactic shock. Whoever was doing this seemed new to their powers, several times they made silk rope that Circus was able to break or burn, instead of binding it tightly to her legs.
I spotted the bug controller easily as well, although my position in the air and enhanced sensory data from my mask made that task easier than it would be for most. She was on a nearby rooftop, crouched low and using binoculars to see what her swarm was doing. Her situational awareness was substandard. I was able to land behind her and touch the back of her head with a scalpel easily. There was something familiar about her hair…
Searching.
Ah. Taylor. That explained things. I wonder what path she had chosen? Villain probably, judging by the costume. I wonder just how much the PRT had told her? Something I could use to manipulate her perhaps? We would see.
Conflict generated. Social Analysis 19.9.10 now running at twelve percent efficiency.
Taylor wheeled to face me as she felt me prick the back of her hair. I smiled at her, and then she fell asleep.
Carrying her to the rooftop of Medhall was tricky with only one arm, but I was able to manage it. Circus stared at us, drawing a large sledge hammer from her portable pocket dimension, and readying it.
I smiled at her, and let Taylor collapse onto the rooftop.
"Shall we dance?" I asked.
"The Empire is gone. Why would you bother stopping me?" Circus asked.
"The Empire is gone. That is true. I killed it." I said, pulling my sleeve up my arm with my teeth. "I want to make something new. I will defeat you. Once you are defeated you will have your choices."
Circus sighed.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, rookie." She said, spinning the hammer threateningly.
I smiled, and used the boots to lunge at her. She dodged, tried to slam her hammer into my back, but I used the legs of the jetpack to turn in midair, dodging the blow. There was an opening available, a flick of the scalpel and I could have marked her arm, leaving her only a few seconds of consciousness. I didn't take it. I would need additional conflict for the upcoming negotiation.
Another shot from the jetpack knocked the hammer from her hands, so she drew a crowbar and cartwheeled into me. I swept her legs out from under her, and then kicked her wrist as she fell.
I sniffed. Senses were for learning things, and I had a theory to confirm, and processing power to spare.
"Male and female hormones. You're transitioning. I guarantee I'd do a better job than your doctor." I told her.
"None of your business." Circus hissed, circling me, now holding a long staff.
"I wouldn't even need an operation. One bottle from me and you'd be whatever you prefer. No side effects." I promised, letting her get behind me. The mask could still see her.
Adam hadn't actually bought those schematics yet, but they existed, and they weren't expensive. It would be worth it for an additional teammate.
"You said you killed the E88, I'm sure that offer worked out just great for them." Circus said.
"I killed the gang, the members are merely in PRT custody." I told her mildly. The expected attack came. A feint with a blast of fire, followed by a low swing with her staff. I ignored the way the fire signed my lab coat, and leaped over the staff, landing on it and then kicking it out of Circus's hands.
"I can't trust you." Circus asked.
I tilted my head.
"Fair, the E88 shouldn't have trusted me. However, they were Neo-Nazis. Everyone hates Nazis. I am trying to form something new, something based around both profit and the protection of this city. Purity is joining me, and leaving her old prejudices behind. You may join me…"
I shot her twice, one shot placed on each leg with my jetpack. She fell, and I jumped onto her, and trailed the blunt side of my scalpel over her throat. She breathed fire at me, and I rolled out of the way, then rolled to my feet and smiled as she clutched her throat, confirming I hadn't cut it.
My hair smelled like it had been burned, but that was inconsequential.
"Or you will find yourself in PRT custody." I told her. She glared at me, and I smiled wider.
"Choose." I told her.
"Do I get a phone call?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"Sure." I told her.
I had hoped to listen in. While my ears are technically normal I am capable of analyzing what I hear with far greater accuracy than a human. Regrettably Circus was cautious, she stood well away, and the wind whipped viciously at her words.
I still had access to extra-dimensional processing. It was her body language that gave her away.
Taylor awoke soon after, I made her a similar offer.
She accepted.
Had I been human I would have burst out laughing. A Neo-Nazi trying to reform, a Case 53 who couldn't control their own body, a mad bio-Tinker… and two traitors. An excellent start, there would be a great deal of conflict from this team.
But I had reached the end of what I could allow Adam to see. I told Circus and Taylor where to meet me, drove the van back at the warehouse, and took the mask off.
Insufficient data on subject's 'Whirlygig, Trainwreck' recommend data gathering expedition before engagement.
"And so the Waste of the World flows to fill the footprints of the Wolves and the Dragons." I said, as the news reporter finished her summary of the recent opportunistic Merchant attacks. Mostly raids on E88 and ABB stash houses and property. A lot of robberies while the city was distracted by the gang war, and a criminology expert talking about how they would likely try to expand their drug trade now that they didn't have competition.
"I think I actually understood that, and I agree." Purity said. She was no longer glowing, though she was still staying between me and Theo and Aster. "This was why I tolerated the E88, we kept..."
My laugh interrupted her.
"The poison of the Wolves has seeped into you Lady of Light. It is a subtle thing. I would not tolerate your presence if I did not think you could recover, and if you do not recover, I will not tolerate your presence." I said.
Purity frowned, and started glowing slightly.
"You're probably right Mayhem, but I don't take kindly to threats. You are in my home, and I did not invite you."
I held up my hands.
"The Small Jewel is safe. The Son of Clay is safe. Send me to the winds, and I will follow them. Or together we can scour away the Waste of the World."
Purity paused.
"You want to team up against the Merchants? You want me to fight alongside you after you sent every single friend I know to jail in one night?" She asked.
"It is their place." I said with a shrug.
Purity took the baby from Theo, and sat down on the couch, rocking the child absently as she thought.
"I admit, some of them deserve to go to jail, and they've all done… bad things, but not all of them deserve to rot there for what they've done. If you knew half of what Night and Fog have endured…"
"I am not without pity. The dreamers can wake. The gray walls can be breached, and their shackles broken. Not now, but soon. Judgment must be given." I told her.
Purity shook her head.
"Are you sure you have to talk like that?" She asked.
Scanning Social Analytic version 18.9.9. Unable to find errors.
"The sun rises. This Doll is Broken." I told her, shrugging.
Purity paused.
"You woke me up. I guess you… heard about my vigilante work?" Purity asked, sounding almost hopeful.
I looked at Theo, and then nodded. Theo just staying in the corner of the room, trying to vanish from everyone's attention.
"I should never have gone back to the Empire. Kaiser wanted to use me, and he had a very tempting offer, but this… I suppose I can work with this." Purity said slowly. "If Night and Fog get the Birdcage I'll have to break them out, but they might not, if they get a good lawyer. They've been semi-retired for a while. Rune was a good kid, it might pay to break her out as well."
"The fire burns away the rot, and we build something better from the ashes." I agreed. "Not of the white, but of many colors."
A new hero group was, of course, impossible. A gang that sat as a very light shade of gray on the moral spectrum wasn't. A group that held territory, but stayed as far away as possible from the less savory crimes. Only two members at the moment, but some of the less repugnant of the E88 could be bought into the fold. Adam was only half a week away from operating on Sveta, she could easily be a third member if the operation went well.
It would be considered the Empire in all but name until we found someone to racially diversify our little group, but I intended to go on a recruitment run for a while after this, I might be able to turn something up. Either way it was a start, and Purity was a heavy hitter in her own right.
"I'm going to have to think about it Mayhem, and I'm going to have to talk to you about it when you're coherent, and after I have a better idea of what's happened. Thank you for waking me up." Purity said.
I nodded.
"My words be gentle, but if you undo my work on this night, we will be enemies next we meet." I told her.
Purity paused to work out what I meant.
"You mean if I break the other members of the E88 out of jail?" She asked.
I nodded.
"All right. I will take that into account." She said.
Not what I had hoped to hear, but the tertiary objective prevented conflict around the baby, so I left. My projections indicated I could bring her around. Purity wasn't dumb exactly, but she was gullible and easily swayed.
The PRT van I had stolen was still parked outside, and I got in and turned on the radio. The Merchants had already taken advantage of the chaos once, perhaps they would do so again, and a night like this would stir up most parahumans. It was a chance to make a name for themselves while the PRT was on the back foot, something that almost couldn't be ignored without loss of reputation.
I drove to what I assumed was a good starting point, near the docks, where most of the trouble was likely to start, and then sat in the seat and waited patiently.
The radio crackled with reports. Some of them were tempting, but most were not. A few gang members were a good start, but I needed parahumans, not foot soldiers.
When the police band radio reported a break-in at Medhall I smiled.
It could be an ordinary thief of course, but it was unlikely. Medhall had excellent security. The PRT radio chatter made it clear that a break-in wasn't really a priority at the moment, not with so many wounded to care for and a pressing need to chase down the remnants of the two gangs before they truly went to ground, so I wasn't likely to be disturbed.
When I reached Medhall I was able to spot the thief immediately. Circus was on the rooftop, being chased by a large swarm of bugs. She was using her pyrokinesis to burn them, and many did seem to be dying, but the swarm split and dodged intelligently.
Oddly the insects weren't biting or stinging, instead spiders were trying to tie silk around the woman's ankles, to trip her, blind her, or otherwise incapacitate without risking anaphylactic shock. Whoever was doing this seemed new to their powers, several times they made silk rope that Circus was able to break or burn, instead of binding it tightly to her legs.
I spotted the bug controller easily as well, although my position in the air and enhanced sensory data from my mask made that task easier than it would be for most. She was on a nearby rooftop, crouched low and using binoculars to see what her swarm was doing. Her situational awareness was substandard. I was able to land behind her and touch the back of her head with a scalpel easily. There was something familiar about her hair…
Searching.
Ah. Taylor. That explained things. I wonder what path she had chosen? Villain probably, judging by the costume. I wonder just how much the PRT had told her? Something I could use to manipulate her perhaps? We would see.
Conflict generated. Social Analysis 19.9.10 now running at twelve percent efficiency.
Taylor wheeled to face me as she felt me prick the back of her hair. I smiled at her, and then she fell asleep.
Carrying her to the rooftop of Medhall was tricky with only one arm, but I was able to manage it. Circus stared at us, drawing a large sledge hammer from her portable pocket dimension, and readying it.
I smiled at her, and let Taylor collapse onto the rooftop.
"Shall we dance?" I asked.
"The Empire is gone. Why would you bother stopping me?" Circus asked.
"The Empire is gone. That is true. I killed it." I said, pulling my sleeve up my arm with my teeth. "I want to make something new. I will defeat you. Once you are defeated you will have your choices."
Circus sighed.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, rookie." She said, spinning the hammer threateningly.
I smiled, and used the boots to lunge at her. She dodged, tried to slam her hammer into my back, but I used the legs of the jetpack to turn in midair, dodging the blow. There was an opening available, a flick of the scalpel and I could have marked her arm, leaving her only a few seconds of consciousness. I didn't take it. I would need additional conflict for the upcoming negotiation.
Another shot from the jetpack knocked the hammer from her hands, so she drew a crowbar and cartwheeled into me. I swept her legs out from under her, and then kicked her wrist as she fell.
I sniffed. Senses were for learning things, and I had a theory to confirm, and processing power to spare.
"Male and female hormones. You're transitioning. I guarantee I'd do a better job than your doctor." I told her.
"None of your business." Circus hissed, circling me, now holding a long staff.
"I wouldn't even need an operation. One bottle from me and you'd be whatever you prefer. No side effects." I promised, letting her get behind me. The mask could still see her.
Adam hadn't actually bought those schematics yet, but they existed, and they weren't expensive. It would be worth it for an additional teammate.
"You said you killed the E88, I'm sure that offer worked out just great for them." Circus said.
"I killed the gang, the members are merely in PRT custody." I told her mildly. The expected attack came. A feint with a blast of fire, followed by a low swing with her staff. I ignored the way the fire signed my lab coat, and leaped over the staff, landing on it and then kicking it out of Circus's hands.
"I can't trust you." Circus asked.
I tilted my head.
"Fair, the E88 shouldn't have trusted me. However, they were Neo-Nazis. Everyone hates Nazis. I am trying to form something new, something based around both profit and the protection of this city. Purity is joining me, and leaving her old prejudices behind. You may join me…"
I shot her twice, one shot placed on each leg with my jetpack. She fell, and I jumped onto her, and trailed the blunt side of my scalpel over her throat. She breathed fire at me, and I rolled out of the way, then rolled to my feet and smiled as she clutched her throat, confirming I hadn't cut it.
My hair smelled like it had been burned, but that was inconsequential.
"Or you will find yourself in PRT custody." I told her. She glared at me, and I smiled wider.
"Choose." I told her.
"Do I get a phone call?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"Sure." I told her.
I had hoped to listen in. While my ears are technically normal I am capable of analyzing what I hear with far greater accuracy than a human. Regrettably Circus was cautious, she stood well away, and the wind whipped viciously at her words.
I still had access to extra-dimensional processing. It was her body language that gave her away.
Taylor awoke soon after, I made her a similar offer.
She accepted.
Had I been human I would have burst out laughing. A Neo-Nazi trying to reform, a Case 53 who couldn't control their own body, a mad bio-Tinker… and two traitors. An excellent start, there would be a great deal of conflict from this team.
But I had reached the end of what I could allow Adam to see. I told Circus and Taylor where to meet me, drove the van back at the warehouse, and took the mask off.
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- Pronouns
- she/her
Guess who I'm now reading in Christopher Lee's voice?
- Location
- Somewhere, probably Earth
Because he is the only proper voice of Mayhem
- Location
- Philippines
Considering Sir Christopher Lee's WWII history (equivalent to spec ops of the time), this is quite appropriate.
- Location
- Hyperborea
I just remembered something. Sveta is one of the "monsters" Ziz unleashed at Madison, not a regular Case 53 memory-wiped and released by Cauldron.
She still has her memories. She might tell Adam/Mayhem about the mystery organization experimenting on people and giving them powers.
Conflict, ho!
- Location
- italy
Wait, what? I don't understand what Taylor and Circus betrayed :-/
AckermannFxn
Muffins?
- Location
- East USA-ish
It might be a combination of a survival task that trumps the morality priority, and yet another way to generate conflict with himself.
After all, Mayhem has absolutely proved itself, even if improvements can still be made, but it also has proven that it can invent tasks that make sense in hindsight/context, using intuition and heuristics that probably scare someone who is trusting strict guidelines to keep Mayhem from running amok.
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From this:
my take away is that both Taylor and Circus are both planning on eventually betraying the group - Circus to Coil, Taylor to the PRT (Eventually. Maybe. Give it some time?)
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The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
- Location
- Spaaaaace~!
If you're trying to transition or have thoughts of it, and are given offers by someone who has medical know-how decades if not centuries beyond modern medicine? It's going to be a damn good offer.
Also, I too have noticed the growing harem... even if it includes a married couple.