Hold It In (RWBY/Transistor)
- Thread starter Prok
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Jaburo
No, onion rings.
- Location
- Box of Granola bars
Consider the following.Boo. Blue will actually be able to talk to people now rather than seemingly randomly hitting Jaune and playing Hardlight charades.
This is a true loss friends, one I'm unsure we can ever recover from
Blue can now blast Jaune's taste in music at max volume at will.
Or tell terrible puns.
Whichever is more embarrassing
- Location
- his hidden lair
We have Yang to do the later, and Blue could have secretly fiddled with every single music player Jaune passed to blare music without people realizing its Blue fucking with Jaune besides Jaune himself.
Or we could have had the scene where Jaune dances with a Hardlight wire frame for the school dance.
PsyFarrow
Verified Necrodancer
- Location
- Space
I mean, considering how far away the dance is I'd think we'll have had another visit to an upgrade shop by then.
There's no guarantee we'll actually vote to get Hardlight then, but the dream isn't dead just yet.
lockingbane
If you're crazy and you know it clap your hands!
- Location
- Waxahachie tx
um, sorry for being a noob but what the heck is transistor?
- Location
- Hyperborea
The Transistor is the titular weapon of the videogame Transistor.
Long story short; it's a sword that is also a computer capable of 'hacking' reality.
Because this is a crossover quest there are some changes compared to the original and it's written in a way that you should be able to understand things without having played the game.
lockingbane
If you're crazy and you know it clap your hands!
- Location
- Waxahachie tx
Okay then.
It might be the fact that I am lacking sleep but for some reason I an feeling very angry I had never heard of this game since it falls right into my strike zone. As in, I realize I should be nowhere NEAR as angry I am at the world in general for my lack of knowledge..... And now I am giggling over it....
And now I am digitally babbling. Good night I will read this in the morning
Self_Improvement(Shell_Defense, Shell_Range, Memory_Expansion, Vocal_Acquisition)
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Once you find out that your family's collective gift to you is enough to grab yourself something you've been promising your sword for some time now, you kind of... say fuck it.
Bring up the list, Blue.
{You're giving us an upgrade?}
Your sword stills when you confirm that, yes, you are in fact giving it an upgrade. Not even a moment later, it begins to vibrate in the air, fast enough to blur ever so slightly.
ohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy-
"Uh, Jaune, should we be concerned about your sword... vibrating?" Jaana asks you, a mild and completely baseless fear in her voice.
"No, it's just excited."
"... That doesn't fill me with confidence."
"I'm just gonna buy some stuff to upgrade it with, is all-"
"Oh God Rosie we need to run he's finally gone off the deep end-"
You can't help but laugh a little as you flip Jasper off, but you do still flip her off.
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First things first- range. It's been a long time coming, but 100 metres is just too short a leash for your sword, especially considering your reliance on it as a short-range kinetic kill vehicle when you're fresh out of Turn().
You use your birthday gift to buy some high-gain antennae, 10 in total at 250 a pop, then run one of the few programs on your sword that you didn't write. It begins to tilt until the flat of the blade is parallel to the ground, the teal light dimming, allowing the dull grey to seep back in at the edges. Soon, only a few remote strokes are left, tracing circuitry deep within the machine, outlining spots to place your spoils on.
Assimilation primed. AI priority: self-improvement.
You don't need the Transistor to know that Rosalind is grinning like a loon right now, knowing full well what's going to happen, and despite yourself, you stifle a smile. Honestly, it's like showing a child a magic trick. When you place the first antenna on and watch spindly needles of crystal unfold from your sword, rapidly pulling it apart and dragging it piece by piece into its inner workings, a tiny squeal of excitement comes from behind you, and your smile pulls itself up regardless. Repeating the process nine more times, you run a quick diagnostic and find your weapon's effective leash has grown by ten metres.
Not exactly pulping Grimm from across the Emerald Forest, but it's a start.
"... Um… I've never seen you improve your sword before, little brother." Jaana notes. "What… exactly is happening?"
"It takes physical technology and… pulls it apart, at the molecular level. It scans it, and that upgrades it somehow. I don't really understand the process myself, and this entire thing is like… a meditative state, for the Transistor, so I can't exactly ask it either."
You can feel Jasper frowning at the back of your head as you explain it. You don't particularly blame her, you hate not knowing what the hell's going on right now too. Still, you do have your theories.
"Wait, so, your sword, the giant floating block of math, needs current technology to get better? How's that work?"
"... It's never felt like I was making the Transistor stronger," you tell her after a moment. "It's always felt more like… I'm removing restrictions, er, unshackling it. It's like the parts don't really matter, so much as... whatever it is it does with them."
The final antenna is broken down, and your sword goes still once more, awaiting more parts or the command to kill the upgrade program and reinstate normal functionality.
You look at the list in the corner of your eye.
… Go big or go home.
Next, you throw about two terabytes of RAM on the pile- Rosalind had piles of old DDR2 SODIMM she wasn't going to be shifting anytime soon, and you pay better than a reclamation company- and a quick check tells you that the Transistor's volatile memory has expanded by eight of the arbitrary units the AI assigned it. Next, some anti-static sheets and military-grade computer cases.
Computer cases rated for Kraken impacts.
You give Rosalind a questioning glance.
"... I have good suppliers, shut up."
Ok, moving on- breathing room for Functions, and durability enhancements, good to have.
What else?
You scroll through the list before your eyes settle on something you haven't thought about much since the idea came around- it came about mostly out of novelty since you never thought your sword would speak to anybody else, but… well, that's changed, hasn't it?
"Rosalind, where are your sound cards?"
That question seems to make Jaana perk up a little.
"You have audio equipment?"
"Good sound equipment's over there," Rosalind answers you, pointing down one of the many aisles of just stuff that plagues this shop.
You follow Jaana down the aisle, mildly curious about your sister's desire for sound stuff, but choosing not to pry unless she asks first. Instead, you watch her scan the aisle, before picking out an adaptor, some cables, and an audio interface with the confidence of somebody who knows their stuff, before walking back to the counter, desperately juggling the boxes she's holding.
This kinda stuff… isn't your forté, so you just pick out a couple for about 3500 Lien each, and walk back, hoping your 'it's not the quality, it's just the purpose' theory pans out.
"Yo, why you want sound cards anyway, bro?" Jasper asks from her place leaning on the counter, content to watch the proceedings, pester Rosalind, squee over 01 with Rosalind-
You haven't given your family Cells yet. You moron.
The silence in your head somehow manages to sound like Blue agreeing that, yes, you're a moron, which you pointedly ignore.
… You know, just in case.
"I… think my sword's spent long enough without being able to speak."
Jaana manages to look even more sober than usual, while Jasper and Rosalind just give you weird looks, and you realise that you technically only told like, four out of nine family members that you had created technological life. Once more, the voice very much like Blue's pipes up in the back of your mind to call you a moron, and you ignore it. You really hope you're just hearing that out of habit.
"O...k, then."
"It'd take longer to explain than it would to just show you when it's done processing everything."
You think of your now heavily depleted wallet, a measly 1400 Lien left, and figure you've upgraded it enough, so you kill the material assimilation program and prioritise the upgrade process.
15 minutes to digest all that, it says.
... Maybe explaining it would be faster.
Before you can capitalise on your sudden hindsight, you hear the door open behind you, the two-tone buzzer going off as somebody enters the shop. Rosalind perks up, sitting up straight and giving a tiny smile that just oozes professionalism and definitely not desperation for more than three customers in a day.
"Uh, hello? Is anybody in here- whoa, ok." You hear a male voice calling out from between the aisles, before he finally reaches the central clearing and sees your sword, put out of action as it is. "Uh... should I, come back later?"
"No, please-" Rosalind starts, all that desperation she definitely isn't filled with breaking through for a moment before she clears her throat and begins again. "Er, it's fine, this is just an... ongoing project of a customer's. We're still open for business. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The model of professionalism.
The boy looks to be about your age, though taller, and bulkier, and generally just, larger than you, with a head of short brown hair, kept neatly combed backwards. The only thing that takes away from the whole appearance is the pair of metal-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, magnifying his eyes ever so slightly.
"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for a drawing tablet, but... I don't really know much about them, I'm more a pen and paper kinda guy. I just wanna get one for weapon and armour design, mainly, I've heard they make doing the whole process digitally a lot easier than a mouse and keyboard. Aside from that, I guess, just... general art? Does it matter that much?"
Rosalind hums to herself for a moment, thinking over the question.
"Not particularly, I suppose your software matters more..." she glances over at you for a moment. "Jaune, how quickly can you set up a test PC?"
"As quickly as I can find parts." You answer honestly, keeping the grin that wants to force its way onto your face in check.
"Great! Now, sir, how about I show you through my stock and you pick out a couple for a test drive?"
You watch his face as your apparent new employer slithers into the boy's good graces, her voice so oily that you have to wonder how she hasn't caused a floor hazard yet. Then again, considering how much niche stuff she has, you suppose she must have some form of business acumen in there somewhere if she's keeping this place running.
"Uh... sure. Lead the way." He says, waiting for your boss to lead him off while she talks his ears off, leaving you behind to just...
Go...
Wild...
"... Oh, God, she just gave him a blank cheque." Jasper says.
You definitely don't giggle to yourself as you rush through to the back room for a case for your next piece of art.
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You probably break a record somewhere building this monstrosity, but dammit you've had a bad week and you don't get to do this often enough.
Once you had everything in front of you, the full process of building, booting up a kernel of Jade you pull off your sword manually, and doing the same with some of the most commonly used programs for artistic pursuits, probably takes less than five minutes from start to finish.
You finish checking everything over once more, and find no faults, aside from having to mismatch RAM sticks and maybe going a little overboard on the fans, since the thing sounds like it's ready to take off, but that's just nitpicking at this point. It works, and it works damn well.
You close up the case just as Rosalind and her customer, now barely keeping three boxes balanced in his arms, barely managing to keep up with your motormouth not-boss's extolling the virtues and sins of each device, apparently having mastered circular breathing in the time she was out of your sight.
"... The problem I find with tablets that have built-in screens is the same problem that really old Scrolls used to have- they'd keep making tougher glass, so companies would keep making it thinner, and there would be no overall improvement in toughness. You drop it, it cracks, you just wasted 4000 Lien. People say they're easier to use, and yeah, they're right, but once you deal with the whole contact/appearance disconnect, it's really a non-issue."
"Uh huh." He responds blandly, really quite obviously not taking any of this in.
"At the same time, though-"
"Computer's set up." You call out, breaking Rosalind out of her monologue and drawing a silent look of relief from her victim.
"Oh, great! So, which one do you wanna try first?"
"Uh…" He places the boxes down on the desk before picking the one at the bottom of the pile. "I guess, start with a screenless one, see how bad it can be?"
While that goes on, you eventually feel a sort of… stretching in the back of your skull. Like the digital equivalent of a yawn.
Upgrade materials processed. The Transistor's capabilities have been expanded. Upgrade results- 24 Memory slots available. Maximum range from System Administrator- 110 metres. Shell defence on par with military-grade vehicle armour- critical fracture points tightened to maximum of 2.5 milimetres. Vocal capabilities established. Reinstating fork logs.
The report echoes through your head as your sword begins to light up again, first the rosy eye, then the teal body, all flickering a little as it twists around so the tip of the blade is pointing at the ground.
You watch Rosalind and her customer look over from his quick sketch of a figure next to a more technical draft of a mace with a head made entirely of large, angular flanges, that remind you of the flail you saw in the Huntsman's museum. The low sound of awe he gives out almost brings a smile to your face.
That you up, you dozy lug?
{Ooh... wow that feels great.}
Yeah?
{Yeah, this is like, a spa day and a good meal in one.}
Suggestion: test recently acquired vocal capabilities away from unknown parties. At least somewhere where we can't be easily identified as the source.
Agreed.
"Do I really care enough to ask?" DC 6, Roll: 4. "... Nah."
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"Nice guy. Seemed a little anxious though." You hear Jasper mention as you turn around, wondering how your wallet even fell out of your pocket.
... Actually, how did that happen, and why didn't your handy dandy surfboard-sized personal assistant remind you of that?
"So, your sword is up and running, what would take so long to tell us about compared to just showing us?" She asks the moment you're even remotely away from a crowd, drawing your attention away from your sword for a moment.
"{This, probably.}"
The voice that comes from your sword is definitely Blue's, the husky, somewhat synthetic male voice you've grown so used to hearing in the back of your head, now out in the open for everybody to hear.
Jasper freezes for a moment, turning on one heel to look at your sword.
"{Yeah. Hey, Jasper. I'm Blue. We... haven't met yet.}"
She gawps, for a moment, before turning to look at you.
"... Jaune? This isn't funny-"
"Jools said the same thing, don't worry." Jaana interrupts her, only focusing the confusion on her instead.
"... You knew?"
"I've known since... Monday, now. So has mom, dad, and Jools."
Jasper just kind of looks between the three of you with varying levels of confusion, before making a noise that makes you worry she may have actually discovered a way to injure yourself overthinking something, before throwing her hands up and sighing.
"I- ok, ok! Fine, you... what did you do, actually?"
"Create one of the most advanced AIs in existence, only barely rivalled by the result of an Atlesian military project a decade and a half in the making."
"{Your brother's Semblance is ten different flavours of bullshit.}"
Between the three of you, you quickly catch Jasper up to speed on the existence and structure of the AI in your sword. Much like her sister, she does seem to accept it pretty quickly.
Then again, you suppose she has a lot more evidence to contend with.
"{So, yeah, so long as we're around, Jaune's not going to get hurt on our watch.}"
"... 'Our' watch?"
"Yes, 'our.' My name is Bracket, and I haven't met either of you yet. Hello."
You startle a little hearing that, noticing that different parts of your sword flicker with Bracket's voice, but of all the voices you expected him to choose...
"... Bracket... why did you choose to sound like a woman?"
Your diagnostic AI's chosen voice is, for some reason only he and God are aware of, a rather sonorous female one, completely unsynthesised. H- sh- Bracket, for all intents and purposes, sounds like a young woman.
"People easily differentiate between male and female voices compared to two different male voices, more pleasant than just going full synthetic, and I don't particularly care about which gender I'm perceived as. This is the most efficient course of action."
God, it's weird, hearing such a... you hesitate to say silky, voice, speaking in the same blunt tones you normally associate with the less social of your best friends.
... Still, you're not even going to argue with that. You doubt Bracket's going to be speaking that much anyway, so... nothing but nitpicking, you suppose?
Ach. Whatever, it's not a problem, you guess.
You get home, the birthday cake is unveiled, you make your wish, the usual birthday shenanigans, and eventually, you're left in bed, tired from the day, and wondering over a lot of things. Namely, the fact that your sword can now reveal its sentient inhabitants whenever it wants to, and the subject of the Process.
Process has acquired baseline intelligence and form, sysadmin. We are ready for expansion as you see fit. To this end, we have compiled several plans of action that you may be able to use. Alongside that, we have judged each plan according to four criteria. Would you like to review them?
Very much so.
Process Planning now available.
Each plan of action will fulfil each of these four criteria to varying degrees. Their impact on these criteria will be noted in each plan using a W/X/Y/Z model. The criteria are as follows:
[] Artsy Statues- 4/0-10/4/5
Underground colonies/Bedrock assimilation- 10/1/1/10
Slotless Task Completed- Spreadsheet Training document submitted and verified- 2500 Lien
(Money- 3900 Lien)- Coffers are looking a little bare there, my man. You should probably get a job.
[] Hyper Arcade (Permanent Option, 4000 Lien per slot)
[] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
[] Personal Assistant AI Design- Oh this is a fucking hoot- some startup contacted you asking you to help design a personal assistant using some open-source voice recognition software you've never laid eyes on, and all you've got to do is 'consult.' This is the life. (5000 Lien, general experience with personal assistant code)
[] Legacy Code- STOP SCREAMING. The company, you don't even read names anymore, just addresses, wants you to fix up a program that's basically how their company functions, and, you know, transfer it over to a computing language that wasn't written in fucking Carcosa. (8000 Lien)
Social
[] Signal Team You're already doing this.
[] Lumen- Hang out with Lumen for a day. He seems like he's entirely incapable of causing somebody stress, and God you need yourself somebody like that right now.
[] Creme- {... Touch the tail-} FUCK OFF NO- Hang out with Creme! She seems nice! She may be the only fucking sane person in your team! {... Ok but what's the tail feel like-} AAAARGH-
[]Ada- ... You've done what you can with Ada for the moment.
[] Penny- Who knows! Maybe you'll not almost get shot this time!
-[] Introduce Penny to other people- the girl could do with some friends who are actually baseline humans. Invite her to hang out with some of your other... friends- invite her to hang out with your team!
[] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
Training
[] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
[] Gunmanship- POINTY SHOOTY (C 40/120)
[] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120) (Requires write-in on how he trains tactics in particular)
[] Athletics- MUSCLE TRAINY (B 100/300)
[] Other- SOMETHING ELSEY
Coding
[]Code something new? That's really not the best use of your time right now. Focus on what you can finish before Beacon.
[] Continue coding what you can.
-[]What?
Bring up the list, Blue.
{You're giving us an upgrade?}
Your sword stills when you confirm that, yes, you are in fact giving it an upgrade. Not even a moment later, it begins to vibrate in the air, fast enough to blur ever so slightly.
ohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy-
"Uh, Jaune, should we be concerned about your sword... vibrating?" Jaana asks you, a mild and completely baseless fear in her voice.
"No, it's just excited."
"... That doesn't fill me with confidence."
"I'm just gonna buy some stuff to upgrade it with, is all-"
"Oh God Rosie we need to run he's finally gone off the deep end-"
You can't help but laugh a little as you flip Jasper off, but you do still flip her off.
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First things first- range. It's been a long time coming, but 100 metres is just too short a leash for your sword, especially considering your reliance on it as a short-range kinetic kill vehicle when you're fresh out of Turn().
You use your birthday gift to buy some high-gain antennae, 10 in total at 250 a pop, then run one of the few programs on your sword that you didn't write. It begins to tilt until the flat of the blade is parallel to the ground, the teal light dimming, allowing the dull grey to seep back in at the edges. Soon, only a few remote strokes are left, tracing circuitry deep within the machine, outlining spots to place your spoils on.
Assimilation primed. AI priority: self-improvement.
You don't need the Transistor to know that Rosalind is grinning like a loon right now, knowing full well what's going to happen, and despite yourself, you stifle a smile. Honestly, it's like showing a child a magic trick. When you place the first antenna on and watch spindly needles of crystal unfold from your sword, rapidly pulling it apart and dragging it piece by piece into its inner workings, a tiny squeal of excitement comes from behind you, and your smile pulls itself up regardless. Repeating the process nine more times, you run a quick diagnostic and find your weapon's effective leash has grown by ten metres.
Not exactly pulping Grimm from across the Emerald Forest, but it's a start.
"... Um… I've never seen you improve your sword before, little brother." Jaana notes. "What… exactly is happening?"
"It takes physical technology and… pulls it apart, at the molecular level. It scans it, and that upgrades it somehow. I don't really understand the process myself, and this entire thing is like… a meditative state, for the Transistor, so I can't exactly ask it either."
You can feel Jasper frowning at the back of your head as you explain it. You don't particularly blame her, you hate not knowing what the hell's going on right now too. Still, you do have your theories.
"Wait, so, your sword, the giant floating block of math, needs current technology to get better? How's that work?"
"... It's never felt like I was making the Transistor stronger," you tell her after a moment. "It's always felt more like… I'm removing restrictions, er, unshackling it. It's like the parts don't really matter, so much as... whatever it is it does with them."
The final antenna is broken down, and your sword goes still once more, awaiting more parts or the command to kill the upgrade program and reinstate normal functionality.
You look at the list in the corner of your eye.
… Go big or go home.
Next, you throw about two terabytes of RAM on the pile- Rosalind had piles of old DDR2 SODIMM she wasn't going to be shifting anytime soon, and you pay better than a reclamation company- and a quick check tells you that the Transistor's volatile memory has expanded by eight of the arbitrary units the AI assigned it. Next, some anti-static sheets and military-grade computer cases.
Computer cases rated for Kraken impacts.
You give Rosalind a questioning glance.
"... I have good suppliers, shut up."
Ok, moving on- breathing room for Functions, and durability enhancements, good to have.
What else?
You scroll through the list before your eyes settle on something you haven't thought about much since the idea came around- it came about mostly out of novelty since you never thought your sword would speak to anybody else, but… well, that's changed, hasn't it?
"Rosalind, where are your sound cards?"
That question seems to make Jaana perk up a little.
"You have audio equipment?"
"Good sound equipment's over there," Rosalind answers you, pointing down one of the many aisles of just stuff that plagues this shop.
You follow Jaana down the aisle, mildly curious about your sister's desire for sound stuff, but choosing not to pry unless she asks first. Instead, you watch her scan the aisle, before picking out an adaptor, some cables, and an audio interface with the confidence of somebody who knows their stuff, before walking back to the counter, desperately juggling the boxes she's holding.
This kinda stuff… isn't your forté, so you just pick out a couple for about 3500 Lien each, and walk back, hoping your 'it's not the quality, it's just the purpose' theory pans out.
"Yo, why you want sound cards anyway, bro?" Jasper asks from her place leaning on the counter, content to watch the proceedings, pester Rosalind, squee over 01 with Rosalind-
You haven't given your family Cells yet. You moron.
The silence in your head somehow manages to sound like Blue agreeing that, yes, you're a moron, which you pointedly ignore.
… You know, just in case.
"I… think my sword's spent long enough without being able to speak."
Jaana manages to look even more sober than usual, while Jasper and Rosalind just give you weird looks, and you realise that you technically only told like, four out of nine family members that you had created technological life. Once more, the voice very much like Blue's pipes up in the back of your mind to call you a moron, and you ignore it. You really hope you're just hearing that out of habit.
"O...k, then."
"It'd take longer to explain than it would to just show you when it's done processing everything."
You think of your now heavily depleted wallet, a measly 1400 Lien left, and figure you've upgraded it enough, so you kill the material assimilation program and prioritise the upgrade process.
15 minutes to digest all that, it says.
... Maybe explaining it would be faster.
Before you can capitalise on your sudden hindsight, you hear the door open behind you, the two-tone buzzer going off as somebody enters the shop. Rosalind perks up, sitting up straight and giving a tiny smile that just oozes professionalism and definitely not desperation for more than three customers in a day.
"Uh, hello? Is anybody in here- whoa, ok." You hear a male voice calling out from between the aisles, before he finally reaches the central clearing and sees your sword, put out of action as it is. "Uh... should I, come back later?"
"No, please-" Rosalind starts, all that desperation she definitely isn't filled with breaking through for a moment before she clears her throat and begins again. "Er, it's fine, this is just an... ongoing project of a customer's. We're still open for business. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The model of professionalism.
The boy looks to be about your age, though taller, and bulkier, and generally just, larger than you, with a head of short brown hair, kept neatly combed backwards. The only thing that takes away from the whole appearance is the pair of metal-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, magnifying his eyes ever so slightly.
"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for a drawing tablet, but... I don't really know much about them, I'm more a pen and paper kinda guy. I just wanna get one for weapon and armour design, mainly, I've heard they make doing the whole process digitally a lot easier than a mouse and keyboard. Aside from that, I guess, just... general art? Does it matter that much?"
Rosalind hums to herself for a moment, thinking over the question.
"Not particularly, I suppose your software matters more..." she glances over at you for a moment. "Jaune, how quickly can you set up a test PC?"
"As quickly as I can find parts." You answer honestly, keeping the grin that wants to force its way onto your face in check.
"Great! Now, sir, how about I show you through my stock and you pick out a couple for a test drive?"
You watch his face as your apparent new employer slithers into the boy's good graces, her voice so oily that you have to wonder how she hasn't caused a floor hazard yet. Then again, considering how much niche stuff she has, you suppose she must have some form of business acumen in there somewhere if she's keeping this place running.
"Uh... sure. Lead the way." He says, waiting for your boss to lead him off while she talks his ears off, leaving you behind to just...
Go...
Wild...
"... Oh, God, she just gave him a blank cheque." Jasper says.
You definitely don't giggle to yourself as you rush through to the back room for a case for your next piece of art.
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You probably break a record somewhere building this monstrosity, but dammit you've had a bad week and you don't get to do this often enough.
Once you had everything in front of you, the full process of building, booting up a kernel of Jade you pull off your sword manually, and doing the same with some of the most commonly used programs for artistic pursuits, probably takes less than five minutes from start to finish.
You finish checking everything over once more, and find no faults, aside from having to mismatch RAM sticks and maybe going a little overboard on the fans, since the thing sounds like it's ready to take off, but that's just nitpicking at this point. It works, and it works damn well.
You close up the case just as Rosalind and her customer, now barely keeping three boxes balanced in his arms, barely managing to keep up with your motormouth not-boss's extolling the virtues and sins of each device, apparently having mastered circular breathing in the time she was out of your sight.
"... The problem I find with tablets that have built-in screens is the same problem that really old Scrolls used to have- they'd keep making tougher glass, so companies would keep making it thinner, and there would be no overall improvement in toughness. You drop it, it cracks, you just wasted 4000 Lien. People say they're easier to use, and yeah, they're right, but once you deal with the whole contact/appearance disconnect, it's really a non-issue."
"Uh huh." He responds blandly, really quite obviously not taking any of this in.
"At the same time, though-"
"Computer's set up." You call out, breaking Rosalind out of her monologue and drawing a silent look of relief from her victim.
"Oh, great! So, which one do you wanna try first?"
"Uh…" He places the boxes down on the desk before picking the one at the bottom of the pile. "I guess, start with a screenless one, see how bad it can be?"
While that goes on, you eventually feel a sort of… stretching in the back of your skull. Like the digital equivalent of a yawn.
Upgrade materials processed. The Transistor's capabilities have been expanded. Upgrade results- 24 Memory slots available. Maximum range from System Administrator- 110 metres. Shell defence on par with military-grade vehicle armour- critical fracture points tightened to maximum of 2.5 milimetres. Vocal capabilities established. Reinstating fork logs.
The report echoes through your head as your sword begins to light up again, first the rosy eye, then the teal body, all flickering a little as it twists around so the tip of the blade is pointing at the ground.
You watch Rosalind and her customer look over from his quick sketch of a figure next to a more technical draft of a mace with a head made entirely of large, angular flanges, that remind you of the flail you saw in the Huntsman's museum. The low sound of awe he gives out almost brings a smile to your face.
That you up, you dozy lug?
{Ooh... wow that feels great.}
Yeah?
{Yeah, this is like, a spa day and a good meal in one.}
Suggestion: test recently acquired vocal capabilities away from unknown parties. At least somewhere where we can't be easily identified as the source.
Agreed.
"Do I really care enough to ask?" DC 6, Roll: 4. "... Nah."
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DC 19, Roll: 20.
A raven-haired man walks out of a store, a bag of electronic components and wiring in one hand, digging mildly painful furrows into his fingers. He's not entirely sure what he's doing with it, but he has his task, and he'll be damned if something as small as not really knowing how to solder a Cherry Tau is going to stop him. Imagine his surprise, then, when he turns the corner and almost immediately sees a familiar face, two girls he can only presume are the boy's sisters, and a giant floating blue sword.
That's definitely a giveaway.
Giving them a wide berth, the man continues on his way, before something catches his eye. A small, leather wallet.
A mild frown comes over his face as he goes to pick it up, unclipping it and oh goddammit it belongs to the one person he's trying to avoid.
Staring at the picture of Jaune Arc, born 63/7/23, blood type O-, he can't help but feel his heart beating out his anxiety.
... He can't exactly put it back down, that would be weird, but he really doesn't want to deal with him just yet that seems like a super bad idea-FUCKIT-
Before the man can protest the idea to himself, he walks after the group.
"E-excuse me. Excuse me! Uh, sir?" He gently calls after them, feeling absolutely mortified about drawing attention to himself. Eventually, thank the gods, he caught the boy's attention.
Wait, he was 17 today. He's an adult, by Valish standards now.
... Or is that Vacuo?
"Uh... can, I help you?"
Oh god, he didn't think of what to say-
"You, dropped this." Just kind of stumbles out of his mouth in hesitant Valish, and he only hopes that he doesn't sound like a moron.
He offers the wallet, hoping that Jaune will understand, take it, let him go and stop staring at him- the raven-haired man just catches himself before he sighs in relief, as the attention finally focuses on something other than him. Comprehension dawns on the Arc son's face as he pats down his jeans, feeling a distressing absence he's been long familiar with and manages to pull a shaky smile out of empathy if nothing else.
"Thank you, God, I'm so clumsy," Jaune tells him with a little laugh, one of his sisters, her hair an unnatural black, admonishing him for his carelessness. The raven-haired man doesn't care about that, he just wants out of this as quickly as possible because that sword is staring at him-
"Well, you, you have nice, a, nice day, now."
With that, he walks off as quickly as he can without looking like he's running away from them.
He fails. Miserably.
|||A raven-haired man walks out of a store, a bag of electronic components and wiring in one hand, digging mildly painful furrows into his fingers. He's not entirely sure what he's doing with it, but he has his task, and he'll be damned if something as small as not really knowing how to solder a Cherry Tau is going to stop him. Imagine his surprise, then, when he turns the corner and almost immediately sees a familiar face, two girls he can only presume are the boy's sisters, and a giant floating blue sword.
That's definitely a giveaway.
Giving them a wide berth, the man continues on his way, before something catches his eye. A small, leather wallet.
A mild frown comes over his face as he goes to pick it up, unclipping it and oh goddammit it belongs to the one person he's trying to avoid.
Staring at the picture of Jaune Arc, born 63/7/23, blood type O-, he can't help but feel his heart beating out his anxiety.
... He can't exactly put it back down, that would be weird, but he really doesn't want to deal with him just yet that seems like a super bad idea-FUCKIT-
Before the man can protest the idea to himself, he walks after the group.
"E-excuse me. Excuse me! Uh, sir?" He gently calls after them, feeling absolutely mortified about drawing attention to himself. Eventually, thank the gods, he caught the boy's attention.
Wait, he was 17 today. He's an adult, by Valish standards now.
... Or is that Vacuo?
"Uh... can, I help you?"
Oh god, he didn't think of what to say-
"You, dropped this." Just kind of stumbles out of his mouth in hesitant Valish, and he only hopes that he doesn't sound like a moron.
He offers the wallet, hoping that Jaune will understand, take it, let him go and stop staring at him- the raven-haired man just catches himself before he sighs in relief, as the attention finally focuses on something other than him. Comprehension dawns on the Arc son's face as he pats down his jeans, feeling a distressing absence he's been long familiar with and manages to pull a shaky smile out of empathy if nothing else.
"Thank you, God, I'm so clumsy," Jaune tells him with a little laugh, one of his sisters, her hair an unnatural black, admonishing him for his carelessness. The raven-haired man doesn't care about that, he just wants out of this as quickly as possible because that sword is staring at him-
"Well, you, you have nice, a, nice day, now."
With that, he walks off as quickly as he can without looking like he's running away from them.
He fails. Miserably.
"Nice guy. Seemed a little anxious though." You hear Jasper mention as you turn around, wondering how your wallet even fell out of your pocket.
... Actually, how did that happen, and why didn't your handy dandy surfboard-sized personal assistant remind you of that?
"So, your sword is up and running, what would take so long to tell us about compared to just showing us?" She asks the moment you're even remotely away from a crowd, drawing your attention away from your sword for a moment.
"{This, probably.}"
The voice that comes from your sword is definitely Blue's, the husky, somewhat synthetic male voice you've grown so used to hearing in the back of your head, now out in the open for everybody to hear.
Jasper freezes for a moment, turning on one heel to look at your sword.
"{Yeah. Hey, Jasper. I'm Blue. We... haven't met yet.}"
She gawps, for a moment, before turning to look at you.
"... Jaune? This isn't funny-"
"Jools said the same thing, don't worry." Jaana interrupts her, only focusing the confusion on her instead.
"... You knew?"
"I've known since... Monday, now. So has mom, dad, and Jools."
Jasper just kind of looks between the three of you with varying levels of confusion, before making a noise that makes you worry she may have actually discovered a way to injure yourself overthinking something, before throwing her hands up and sighing.
"I- ok, ok! Fine, you... what did you do, actually?"
"Create one of the most advanced AIs in existence, only barely rivalled by the result of an Atlesian military project a decade and a half in the making."
"{Your brother's Semblance is ten different flavours of bullshit.}"
Between the three of you, you quickly catch Jasper up to speed on the existence and structure of the AI in your sword. Much like her sister, she does seem to accept it pretty quickly.
Then again, you suppose she has a lot more evidence to contend with.
"{So, yeah, so long as we're around, Jaune's not going to get hurt on our watch.}"
"... 'Our' watch?"
"Yes, 'our.' My name is Bracket, and I haven't met either of you yet. Hello."
You startle a little hearing that, noticing that different parts of your sword flicker with Bracket's voice, but of all the voices you expected him to choose...
"... Bracket... why did you choose to sound like a woman?"
Your diagnostic AI's chosen voice is, for some reason only he and God are aware of, a rather sonorous female one, completely unsynthesised. H- sh- Bracket, for all intents and purposes, sounds like a young woman.
"People easily differentiate between male and female voices compared to two different male voices, more pleasant than just going full synthetic, and I don't particularly care about which gender I'm perceived as. This is the most efficient course of action."
God, it's weird, hearing such a... you hesitate to say silky, voice, speaking in the same blunt tones you normally associate with the less social of your best friends.
... Still, you're not even going to argue with that. You doubt Bracket's going to be speaking that much anyway, so... nothing but nitpicking, you suppose?
Ach. Whatever, it's not a problem, you guess.
You get home, the birthday cake is unveiled, you make your wish, the usual birthday shenanigans, and eventually, you're left in bed, tired from the day, and wondering over a lot of things. Namely, the fact that your sword can now reveal its sentient inhabitants whenever it wants to, and the subject of the Process.
Process has acquired baseline intelligence and form, sysadmin. We are ready for expansion as you see fit. To this end, we have compiled several plans of action that you may be able to use. Alongside that, we have judged each plan according to four criteria. Would you like to review them?
Very much so.
Process Planning now available.
Each plan of action will fulfil each of these four criteria to varying degrees. Their impact on these criteria will be noted in each plan using a W/X/Y/Z model. The criteria are as follows:
- Mesh Spread- how far the Process's information and communication mesh spreads with each choice.
- Profit- DOSH
- Public Opinion- how each option affects the public opinion of the Process, in terms of a success and failure. Higher numbers mean higher risk/reward.
- AI Wellbeing- User Input is a bitch, learn to sanitise it as quickly as possible.
[] Artsy Statues- 4/0-10/4/5
- +eye catching, but innocent- most likely won't be regarded
- +easily made with the Process
- +very low chance of being paid to create sculptures for people, and we all know how modern art sells
- -kinda pigeonholes you- ability to affect the world with the Process and keep the statues' true purpose a secret are mutually exclusive
- -don't actually give that much of a radius boost unless you plan on planting one at every street corner
- -the people of Remnant are antsy around anything made of smooth white plating for many reasons
- +what the fuck are material costs and how do you eat them
- +what the fuck is employee wages and how do you eat them
- +easiest way to build the Mesh over a long period of time
- +- Possibility of "I'll make an offer... IN CASH!"
- +-not subtle in the slightest
- -finding large building contracts without looking/that aren't shady as fuck maybe difficult at first
- -buying real estate requires capital- probably going to need a loan/buy the cheapest of the cheap to begin with
- -you are not going to be popular in the construction industry
- +Easiest way to socialise the Process
- + Would help people come to terms with their future lord and saviour faster
- +-Process Gaiden is go!
- -Sanitising user input would be a priority
- -Introducing cute li'l Cells to people may make revealing the big guns later on a shock to the system
- ~Market PAs with weapons? Huntsmen-only model?
Underground colonies/Bedrock assimilation- 10/1/1/10
- ++Would allow for near-unlimited growth, within the confines of not causing sinkholes
- +Could be a good staging ground for other projects/projects you don't want people to know much about
- -limited access to all that sweet sweet Processing power
- -if found out, you're going to have some explaining to do
- -Grimm may or may not fuck with you (read: definitely will fuck with you)
FINAL WEEK PLANNING
(YES IT'S ACTUALLY THE FINAL WEEK I DID THE MATH)
CHOOSE SIX
Slot Locked- Team Meetup.(YES IT'S ACTUALLY THE FINAL WEEK I DID THE MATH)
CHOOSE SIX
Slotless Task Completed- Spreadsheet Training document submitted and verified- 2500 Lien
Dosh Acquirement
(Money- 3900 Lien)- Coffers are looking a little bare there, my man. You should probably get a job.
[] Hyper Arcade (Permanent Option, 4000 Lien per slot)
[] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
[] Personal Assistant AI Design- Oh this is a fucking hoot- some startup contacted you asking you to help design a personal assistant using some open-source voice recognition software you've never laid eyes on, and all you've got to do is 'consult.' This is the life. (5000 Lien, general experience with personal assistant code)
[] Legacy Code- STOP SCREAMING. The company, you don't even read names anymore, just addresses, wants you to fix up a program that's basically how their company functions, and, you know, transfer it over to a computing language that wasn't written in fucking Carcosa. (8000 Lien)
Social
[] Lumen- Hang out with Lumen for a day. He seems like he's entirely incapable of causing somebody stress, and God you need yourself somebody like that right now.
[] Creme- {... Touch the tail-} FUCK OFF NO- Hang out with Creme! She seems nice! She may be the only fucking sane person in your team! {... Ok but what's the tail feel like-} AAAARGH-
[]
[] Penny- Who knows! Maybe you'll not almost get shot this time!
-[] Introduce Penny to other people- the girl could do with some friends who are actually baseline humans. Invite her to hang out with some of your other... friends- invite her to hang out with your team!
[] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
Training
[] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
[] Gunmanship- POINTY SHOOTY (C 40/120)
[] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120) (Requires write-in on how he trains tactics in particular)
[] Athletics- MUSCLE TRAINY (B 100/300)
[] Other- SOMETHING ELSEY
Coding
[]
[] Continue coding what you can.
-[]What?
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Damian45
Only Sane Man
[x]Plan IN Circles
-[x] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
-[x] Legacy Code- STOP SCREAMING. The company, you don't even read names anymore, just addresses, wants you to fix up a program that's basically how their company functions, and, you know, transfer it over to a computing language that wasn't written in fucking Carcosa. (8000 Lien)
-[x] Penny- Who knows! Maybe you'll not almost get shot this time!
-[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
-[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
-[x] Continue coding what you can.
--[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
-[x] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
-[x] Legacy Code- STOP SCREAMING. The company, you don't even read names anymore, just addresses, wants you to fix up a program that's basically how their company functions, and, you know, transfer it over to a computing language that wasn't written in fucking Carcosa. (8000 Lien)
-[x] Penny- Who knows! Maybe you'll not almost get shot this time!
-[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
-[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
-[x] Continue coding what you can.
--[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
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Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
You have four options out of a total of six. If you intend to repeat options, please mark them out as such.
You can, and it's assumed Jaune did pretty much the moment he had them all in the same room.
The ratings are that way, one, because exposing the Process to humanity at large is definitely a quick way to teach it a lot about humanity beyond how to curse, and because I am apparently cursed to always fuck up one thing in every update. Either way, I've brought both up a little to bring them more in line with the other options.
Don't take the numbers as solid gospel either way- things can still go massively better or massively worse, depending on how dice rolls go.
Idea! Could we use the art installations as "infrastructure" to support the personal assistants path? Each statue acts as a "server hub" and "Automated maintenance station" that looks like like art just so its not an eye sore. this also lets us ad more color to the installations as the money from the PA sales will let us have someone make a framework for the Process to build around.
Stardust Falcon
Legendary Creature - Bird Wizard
- Location
- The Infinite Sorrow
Imagine if Siri/Alexa/Cortana was the Process.
Now think about all the people who swear at or harass their phone's virtual assistant either because it messed up or because they want to see if there's any funny reactions to abusive language. Add in a dash of "horrifying death world" for flavor and...
...yeah, I could definitely see how that would be bad for AI well-being.
EDIT: BUT I WANT TO DO IT ANYWAY LET'S GO
[X] Plan "Let! Them! Swear!"
- [X] Mesh Spread Strategy: Personal Assistants
- [X] Work on Personal Assistant AI Design
- [X] Social with Penny
-- [X] Introduce Penny to other people
- [X] Social with Creme
- [X] Social with Weiss
- [X] Train Swordsmanship
- [X] Train Athletics
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- Location
- Hyperborea
Since it was written more than a year ago and people have probably forgotten, I think it's prudent of me to point out what happened in the Creme interlude.
It's not nearly as bad as Ada, but suffice to say that she could use a friend right now.
Only question is, would trying to combo Ada and Weiss into a single plan make things better or worse for them?
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
[x]Plan Swole
-[x] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
-[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
-[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
-[X] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120) (Requires write-in on how he trains tactics in particular)
-[X] Athletics- MUSCLE TRAINY (B 100/300)
-[x] Continue coding what you can.
--[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
-[x] Electron Palace (6000 Lien, possibility of a free upgrade)
-[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
-[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
-[X] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120) (Requires write-in on how he trains tactics in particular)
-[X] Athletics- MUSCLE TRAINY (B 100/300)
-[x] Continue coding what you can.
--[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[x] Plan Please Don't Bully The Cute Assistant Robot
Alright boys and girls, let's step right up.
[-] Personal Assistants
Socializing the Process is huge, and so is the whole Hunterpedia shared info database we wanna run. However... it's also something I'd like to have the Process more prepared for before we throw the poor things into the deep end of people and their awful, awful requests.
As such, since I really don't want to deal with the pigeonholing of statues, and since the real estate thing reveals way more of our capabilities then I think is prudent this early in our exponential growth cycle, I'm gonna go with:
[x] Bedrock Assimilation
10 in AI wellness is hard to beat, and so is having our reach spread invisibly beneath all of Vale, ready to transform the very foundations of the city to our every whim, MUAHAHAHAHA-*cough*
[x] Personal Assistant AI Design
We can, as the real estate option clearly shows, aquire stupid amounts of money with only minor effort. As such, choosing a job because it pays slightly more is kind of silly. The most important thing is to pick something that ties in well with our future needed skills, and knowing what people are looking for in a Personal Assistant AI and then blowing our former employer right out of the water sounds like a plan to me.
[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
I could give some explanation about how Weiss's connections could be useful to our plan totake over save the world, but that'd be a lie. I'm picking this because Weisscream and Jaune have had hilarious interactions so far in this quest.
[x] Creme- {... Touch the tail-} FUCK OFF NO- Hang out with Creme! She seems nice! She may be the only fucking sane person in your team! {... Ok but what's the tail feel like-} AAAARGH-
Hooray for sanity! Plus, the girl needs some positive interactions after what happened in the last interlude...
[x] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120)
-[x] Method(WriteIn); You're not entirely terrible at various strategy games. Test yourself against the Process, and give them a crash course at some common forms of entertainment while you're at it. They'll probably smoke you in chess in short order, but let's see how long it takes them to master Age of Kingdoms 2: The Dust Sorcerers!
Because Tactics isn't that far from a rank up, and I'd like Jaune to spend some extra bonding time with the Process.
[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
Because Jaune's mom is a terrifying woman who would break me in half IRL if she found out I denied her bonding time. Also because the path to mastering something is always through constant practice, and because now that the Transistor can vocally complain about it it's way more funny to use it as a huge sword.
[x] Continue coding what you can.
-[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
We're already gonna be in the back line doing terrain control and blasting. Might as well add heals to the repertoire.
Alright boys and girls, let's step right up.
[-] Personal Assistants
Socializing the Process is huge, and so is the whole Hunterpedia shared info database we wanna run. However... it's also something I'd like to have the Process more prepared for before we throw the poor things into the deep end of people and their awful, awful requests.
As such, since I really don't want to deal with the pigeonholing of statues, and since the real estate thing reveals way more of our capabilities then I think is prudent this early in our exponential growth cycle, I'm gonna go with:
[x] Bedrock Assimilation
10 in AI wellness is hard to beat, and so is having our reach spread invisibly beneath all of Vale, ready to transform the very foundations of the city to our every whim, MUAHAHAHAHA-*cough*
[x] Personal Assistant AI Design
We can, as the real estate option clearly shows, aquire stupid amounts of money with only minor effort. As such, choosing a job because it pays slightly more is kind of silly. The most important thing is to pick something that ties in well with our future needed skills, and knowing what people are looking for in a Personal Assistant AI and then blowing our former employer right out of the water sounds like a plan to me.
[x] Weiss- This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. Why is Blue bringing up your contacts list. Why is he highlighting her number NO DON'T CALL HER YOU TRAITOROUS THINKING ROCK-
I could give some explanation about how Weiss's connections could be useful to our plan to
[x] Creme- {... Touch the tail-} FUCK OFF NO- Hang out with Creme! She seems nice! She may be the only fucking sane person in your team! {... Ok but what's the tail feel like-} AAAARGH-
Hooray for sanity! Plus, the girl needs some positive interactions after what happened in the last interlude...
[x] Tactics- BRAINY THINKY (C+ 85/120)
-[x] Method(WriteIn); You're not entirely terrible at various strategy games. Test yourself against the Process, and give them a crash course at some common forms of entertainment while you're at it. They'll probably smoke you in chess in short order, but let's see how long it takes them to master Age of Kingdoms 2: The Dust Sorcerers!
Because Tactics isn't that far from a rank up, and I'd like Jaune to spend some extra bonding time with the Process.
[x] Swordsmanship- SLASHY STABBY (C- 9/120)
Because Jaune's mom is a terrifying woman who would break me in half IRL if she found out I denied her bonding time. Also because the path to mastering something is always through constant practice, and because now that the Transistor can vocally complain about it it's way more funny to use it as a huge sword.
[x] Continue coding what you can.
-[x] Directory_Repair()- A Function created from the Semblance scan of Professor Mary Edwards Teal, your old teacher and school nurse. Heals everything. Everything. Including the things that really kinda need to die off if you want to keep a person alive.
Progress: 445/700
We're already gonna be in the back line doing terrain control and blasting. Might as well add heals to the repertoire.
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Dybbukpossesed
Falling Somewhere
- Location
- California
[x] Plan Please Don't Bully The Cute Assistant Robot
Prok
Go play Star Fetchers
- Location
- Scotland
Yeah, this is basically the problem. Now, being fair, those people are vastly outnumbered by the people who just, you know, use it as intended, but they're still out there, alongside the people who run tech destruction channels and things in that vein.
I imagine when it eventually comes out that the Process is a thinking, feeling creature with its own agency, that would stop being a problem for the most part, not to mention any kind of Cell assistant would have the personality of a talking puppy.
And, again, the numbers are not gospel- take them as you would the weather forecast.
Also your vote has seven options by my count- we're picking six this time round.
... Shit I might just throw that in there to get the sidestory on its way- beg pardon?
Seriously though, as tempting as it is to bring something like that up, it does fall just a teensy bit too close to the personal assistant option to just shoehorn in out of authorial fiat. Maybe in a later vote I'll bring it up as a possible option.
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