I imagine pattern recognition because everyone compensates for the male majority in AI's. Or at least that is my theory.
Limit Theory [PA Multicross SI]
RJC1212
Homura Akemi is GAR
Awesome story!!
So, now that you have that tech are you going to upload people/ make a humanAI hybrid race in your own image?(Lol)
I'm asking because there's only one PA S.I. story so far who has taken natives along for the ride as companions. Are you going to do that?
So, now that you have that tech are you going to upload people/ make a humanAI hybrid race in your own image?(Lol)
I'm asking because there's only one PA S.I. story so far who has taken natives along for the ride as companions. Are you going to do that?
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
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- Pronouns
- She/Her
We still have chassis serial numbers, just not core serial numbers. Our comms also have serial numbers in them, but still.
I don't have that tech yet. I will get eventually. Guess what world I'm getting it from?
Yes, but only a very few. No quantum foam people storage for me, they'll have to travel through the dimensional gates with the Commander.
Chapter 13
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So, no one's going to guess at to where I'm going to get uploading tech? Oh well. I mean I do want suggestions for world to go after the ones I already have planned, but it's probably going to be years before I get to that point.
Anyway, have a chapter at ya!
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16 July 2000
11am Nasyan time
"Hello?" Came the message from my child.
"Hel~lo" I sent back, waving my weapon arm.
"What are you doing?" My kid asked, confused.
"Waving." I sent back. "Now, my child, do you want a name?"
"Why?" Came the response, along with a slight twist of the waist that left a red eye staring at me. To be fair my eye was probably staring as well. Oh god, my first kid is an emotionless robot. Well, I'm an emotional robot. This is why you don't have a kid before graduating college.
"Because I need to call you something besides just 'Hey you.'" I said, sending over the mental equivalent of an eyeroll. "Because you need an identity. Because I'm your mother and I said so."
"That is not a good reason." Came the response, just as emotionless as before. I knew our communication systems had empathic modifiers, and my kid wasn't using them. I fumed silently for a moment.
"Alright, your name is..." Well I really shouldn't say "uh" because she'll make that part of her name. Hmmm... "...Lindy." I put across the link. "Lindy Ezros. I am Rachel Ezros, but call me 'mom.'" If I had eyes, I would have narrowed them.
"Very well mom." Came across the link, with the emotion of a dial-up connection.
"Alright, I'm going to show you all the infrastructure and units we have. You'll be in charge for a bit while I go take care of some things."
"Understood." She responded. She's nailing the emotionless girl anime stereotype. I dryly noted, before chastising myself for thinking like that. She was her own person, and I had to let her develop in her own way.
"Sooo, let's get started." I gestured around the bay of the ship, even though we were both viewing the map. "This system is called-"
"Why are you occupying multiple systems?" She asked. "It would be more effective to-"
"I was talking." I said flatly. "Now, this system-" I indicated the system I had landed in "-is called, uh, Penta-6." I designated it on the map. "Currently I am rearranging the planets, but that should be automated. Uh, I have a bunch of infrastructure there, and I have a plan for expanding that infrastructure. Feel free to change the ratio of production to expansion once I get out all the fleets."
"Fleets?" Lindy asked, with completely blank empathic channels. I know I'm not ignoring them, I can monitor the actual numbers.
"I am going to launch small fleets towards every star in the galaxy."
"What." Okay, Lindy can use the empathic channels, given she used the shock/awe/incomprehension/confusion channels.
"I am going to launch 101,256,875,320 fleets consisting of one Beacon-class carrier and ten Skylord class cruisers. It will take nine months to reach the furthest reaches of the galaxy, at which point we should have sufficient information to accomplish our goal. This goal is the extermination of the race know as the Goa'uld, a parasitic race currently in control of large portions of the galaxy."
"What."
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"So this design is for intimidation?" She asked, looking at the blueprint for what I was intending to protect Nasya. I'd explained that I'd freed the world from the Goa'uld, and there was likely to be retribution. As such, I wanted something that would scare anyone who entered the system long enough to allow whoever was watching the base to react. And Lindy had decided to ignore the entire Goa'uld bit for longer in favor of something more concrete.
"Hmmm…" Contemplation. Her responses on the empathic channels were starting to show up, but she really didn't use them that much.
"If you want to try modifying it, go ahead. Just leave my copy intact." I told her with a slight smile. Her attention waned from the link, and I turned to other issues.
Like the avatar technology. I should go and handle the Nasyans today, before they start getting even more restless. And of course, the technology hadn't been fully reverse-engineered yet. It'd probably take another week to finish. But some of the technology had been reverse-engineered.
Of course, I could make an exact copy of it, but I already had some of the components reverse engineered, including the power receiver, which looked a lot like my tech. So I would use those components, and just copy the base components as much as possible. I also had the last 300 copies to be produced by the machine, since I didn't trust myself to make an anatomically correct shape. Not that I was going to do anatomically correct details anyway. I grabbed Carter's model, as well at a few other womens', and got to work on my own design.
What I fabricated onto the deck of the Stormfront was my avatar. 180 cm tall. I was tall when I was a human, I remember that. One time I was asking about a girl, and when I described her as "short," everyone else immediately pointed out that she was actually normal height. I gave myself a decent figure, though it might be considered "lanky."
I had red eyes, like the single sensor mounted on my chassis. My complexion was "lightly tanned, will not sunburn." And my grin had a canine extended into a single, cute anime fang.
I decided on purple hair, the same color as my chassis, that went all the way down to my knees. I put it up in a ponytail, tied with a bulky metal band. I also decided to give myself a spike of hair at the front of my head that looked like the Unicorn Gundam's horn. It would flex and bend like normal hair, but it ignored gravity. That was definitely an appropriate use of Progenitor materials science, I swear.
I transferred my senses to that of the avatar, doing full and direct control. Let me see, I need to adjust the emotional response scaling and add blinking. From the sensors of my Commander body and the Stormfront's internal sensors, I could see that much.
"Woo, avatar body." I tried to say, then realized that the decks of the Stormfront were depressurized. Also, I needed clothes. Hmm….
I spun the avatar around, activating the lightweight fabricators built into the arms. Purple mist flowed out. Meanwhile, I started humming.
And then, because I am a klutz (only in some things. I could run and jump like a ninja, just don't ask me to jump rope.) I fell over. My fabricated clothes didn't properly form, and fell apart into dust.
"Bahahahaha!" I curled up with laughter.
"What." Lindy sent, looking away from her work.
"Oh, nothing." I waved her off. Then I stood up, dusted myself off, and fabricated my outfit properly this time. I started with a dull black bodysuit, then added a white t-shirt. Then I added grey cargo pants, darker boots, and a military jacket, similar to the Airman Battle Uniforms worn by the redshirts in the show. I added purple triangles to the shoulders of the jacket that stretched about halfway down my torso, as well as a trio of stripes down the lengths of my legs, to break up the grey.
Oh, I should give myself a badge, too, like the SG teams did. Make sure I use the Progenitor symbols, and hmm, what should it look like?
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I mentally crumpled up another design and tossed it in the trash. Fuck it, I have at least six days to design something while I travel to Altair. And I also might want to just not have the entire "mission patch on the arm" thing because it would be too similar, and that might be bad.
Time to design more clothes. I never liked shopping, but that's probably because of clothing sizes.
I make a camouflaged version of the outfit I'm currently wearing. Ditch the purple markings, and add the camo pattern that the military recently adopted - in 2009. Ahaha, that's great. I wonder if they're going to copy it when I visit the SGC. I also add a flak vest.
It looked too Tau'ri, so I swapped the vest for a sort of skirt with pouches, and a bandolier that I can load with ammo (leaving aside I'd probably be able to just fabricate ammo directly into a gun.) Then I added an armored vest underneath that. Looks nice.
I also need a dress uniform. I eventually settle on something similar to a sport jacket, in blue, with a matching pair of fancy, non-pocketed pants. Cargo pants are awesome, whenever I could find them as a human. I keep my combat boots, however. My mom wore them to her wedding, so I figure those are good enough for me. And also because it's seriously hard to find a pair of nice-looking dress shoes that don't hurt, so fuck those. I go with a purple shirt, instead of white. Finally, I add triangles over my shoulders, in silver this time, and white bands around my forearms. Anything else? Probably not.
Oh, maybe I should have a way of "interacting" with my technology that doesn't make my control look telepathic. It looked kind of like a tablet, but I could fold it up and stick it in a pocket. And then I need to come up with an interface for - oh look, an interface-creation tool. That was convenient, just like the terrain tool. Why the heck does a military weapon have those?
Alright, now I need to lock it to my avatar, annnnd done.
With that finished, I supposed I had to talk to the locals.
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Well, Rachel attempts to social in the next chapter. Good luck, Rachel! Don't trip and fall on your new face!
Anyway, have a chapter at ya!
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Chapter 13
16 July 2000
11am Nasyan time
"Hello?" Came the message from my child.
"Hel~lo" I sent back, waving my weapon arm.
"What are you doing?" My kid asked, confused.
"Waving." I sent back. "Now, my child, do you want a name?"
"Why?" Came the response, along with a slight twist of the waist that left a red eye staring at me. To be fair my eye was probably staring as well. Oh god, my first kid is an emotionless robot. Well, I'm an emotional robot. This is why you don't have a kid before graduating college.
"Because I need to call you something besides just 'Hey you.'" I said, sending over the mental equivalent of an eyeroll. "Because you need an identity. Because I'm your mother and I said so."
"That is not a good reason." Came the response, just as emotionless as before. I knew our communication systems had empathic modifiers, and my kid wasn't using them. I fumed silently for a moment.
"Alright, your name is..." Well I really shouldn't say "uh" because she'll make that part of her name. Hmmm... "...Lindy." I put across the link. "Lindy Ezros. I am Rachel Ezros, but call me 'mom.'" If I had eyes, I would have narrowed them.
"Very well mom." Came across the link, with the emotion of a dial-up connection.
"Alright, I'm going to show you all the infrastructure and units we have. You'll be in charge for a bit while I go take care of some things."
"Understood." She responded. She's nailing the emotionless girl anime stereotype. I dryly noted, before chastising myself for thinking like that. She was her own person, and I had to let her develop in her own way.
"Sooo, let's get started." I gestured around the bay of the ship, even though we were both viewing the map. "This system is called-"
"Why are you occupying multiple systems?" She asked. "It would be more effective to-"
"I was talking." I said flatly. "Now, this system-" I indicated the system I had landed in "-is called, uh, Penta-6." I designated it on the map. "Currently I am rearranging the planets, but that should be automated. Uh, I have a bunch of infrastructure there, and I have a plan for expanding that infrastructure. Feel free to change the ratio of production to expansion once I get out all the fleets."
"Fleets?" Lindy asked, with completely blank empathic channels. I know I'm not ignoring them, I can monitor the actual numbers.
"I am going to launch small fleets towards every star in the galaxy."
"What." Okay, Lindy can use the empathic channels, given she used the shock/awe/incomprehension/confusion channels.
"I am going to launch 101,256,875,320 fleets consisting of one Beacon-class carrier and ten Skylord class cruisers. It will take nine months to reach the furthest reaches of the galaxy, at which point we should have sufficient information to accomplish our goal. This goal is the extermination of the race know as the Goa'uld, a parasitic race currently in control of large portions of the galaxy."
"What."
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"So this design is for intimidation?" She asked, looking at the blueprint for what I was intending to protect Nasya. I'd explained that I'd freed the world from the Goa'uld, and there was likely to be retribution. As such, I wanted something that would scare anyone who entered the system long enough to allow whoever was watching the base to react. And Lindy had decided to ignore the entire Goa'uld bit for longer in favor of something more concrete.
"Hmmm…" Contemplation. Her responses on the empathic channels were starting to show up, but she really didn't use them that much.
"If you want to try modifying it, go ahead. Just leave my copy intact." I told her with a slight smile. Her attention waned from the link, and I turned to other issues.
Like the avatar technology. I should go and handle the Nasyans today, before they start getting even more restless. And of course, the technology hadn't been fully reverse-engineered yet. It'd probably take another week to finish. But some of the technology had been reverse-engineered.
Of course, I could make an exact copy of it, but I already had some of the components reverse engineered, including the power receiver, which looked a lot like my tech. So I would use those components, and just copy the base components as much as possible. I also had the last 300 copies to be produced by the machine, since I didn't trust myself to make an anatomically correct shape. Not that I was going to do anatomically correct details anyway. I grabbed Carter's model, as well at a few other womens', and got to work on my own design.
What I fabricated onto the deck of the Stormfront was my avatar. 180 cm tall. I was tall when I was a human, I remember that. One time I was asking about a girl, and when I described her as "short," everyone else immediately pointed out that she was actually normal height. I gave myself a decent figure, though it might be considered "lanky."
I had red eyes, like the single sensor mounted on my chassis. My complexion was "lightly tanned, will not sunburn." And my grin had a canine extended into a single, cute anime fang.
I decided on purple hair, the same color as my chassis, that went all the way down to my knees. I put it up in a ponytail, tied with a bulky metal band. I also decided to give myself a spike of hair at the front of my head that looked like the Unicorn Gundam's horn. It would flex and bend like normal hair, but it ignored gravity. That was definitely an appropriate use of Progenitor materials science, I swear.
I transferred my senses to that of the avatar, doing full and direct control. Let me see, I need to adjust the emotional response scaling and add blinking. From the sensors of my Commander body and the Stormfront's internal sensors, I could see that much.
"Woo, avatar body." I tried to say, then realized that the decks of the Stormfront were depressurized. Also, I needed clothes. Hmm….
I spun the avatar around, activating the lightweight fabricators built into the arms. Purple mist flowed out. Meanwhile, I started humming.
And then, because I am a klutz (only in some things. I could run and jump like a ninja, just don't ask me to jump rope.) I fell over. My fabricated clothes didn't properly form, and fell apart into dust.
"Bahahahaha!" I curled up with laughter.
"What." Lindy sent, looking away from her work.
"Oh, nothing." I waved her off. Then I stood up, dusted myself off, and fabricated my outfit properly this time. I started with a dull black bodysuit, then added a white t-shirt. Then I added grey cargo pants, darker boots, and a military jacket, similar to the Airman Battle Uniforms worn by the redshirts in the show. I added purple triangles to the shoulders of the jacket that stretched about halfway down my torso, as well as a trio of stripes down the lengths of my legs, to break up the grey.
Oh, I should give myself a badge, too, like the SG teams did. Make sure I use the Progenitor symbols, and hmm, what should it look like?
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I mentally crumpled up another design and tossed it in the trash. Fuck it, I have at least six days to design something while I travel to Altair. And I also might want to just not have the entire "mission patch on the arm" thing because it would be too similar, and that might be bad.
Time to design more clothes. I never liked shopping, but that's probably because of clothing sizes.
I make a camouflaged version of the outfit I'm currently wearing. Ditch the purple markings, and add the camo pattern that the military recently adopted - in 2009. Ahaha, that's great. I wonder if they're going to copy it when I visit the SGC. I also add a flak vest.
It looked too Tau'ri, so I swapped the vest for a sort of skirt with pouches, and a bandolier that I can load with ammo (leaving aside I'd probably be able to just fabricate ammo directly into a gun.) Then I added an armored vest underneath that. Looks nice.
I also need a dress uniform. I eventually settle on something similar to a sport jacket, in blue, with a matching pair of fancy, non-pocketed pants. Cargo pants are awesome, whenever I could find them as a human. I keep my combat boots, however. My mom wore them to her wedding, so I figure those are good enough for me. And also because it's seriously hard to find a pair of nice-looking dress shoes that don't hurt, so fuck those. I go with a purple shirt, instead of white. Finally, I add triangles over my shoulders, in silver this time, and white bands around my forearms. Anything else? Probably not.
Oh, maybe I should have a way of "interacting" with my technology that doesn't make my control look telepathic. It looked kind of like a tablet, but I could fold it up and stick it in a pocket. And then I need to come up with an interface for - oh look, an interface-creation tool. That was convenient, just like the terrain tool. Why the heck does a military weapon have those?
Alright, now I need to lock it to my avatar, annnnd done.
With that finished, I supposed I had to talk to the locals.
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Well, Rachel attempts to social in the next chapter. Good luck, Rachel! Don't trip and fall on your new face!
I feel like Lindy should be using emotes to represent her emotions. like
Lindy: what
Lindy: what
RJC1212
Homura Akemi is GAR
I was talking about the robot doubles tech. Hmmmm.
Edit: can't really think of anything, it's been a awhile.
Should probably read the update....lol
Ignore me!
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haha, oh look, you're moving on in your plan to dominate stargate.
*looks at own story currently in SG universe*
*cries*
...No, I'm not jealous, why do you ask?
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All kidding aside, I do like your new character. It should be interesting to watch your AI daughter grow. I foresee a combination of being laid back and Jaded, just from having to deal with your thought processes.
"you think this is weird? just after I was born/made, my mom decided to conquer every star in the galaxy."
"oh look, the little energy snake/amoeba hybrid thinks it can rule the galaxy. How...cute. Hey mom, can I keep him?"
*looks at own story currently in SG universe*
*cries*
...No, I'm not jealous, why do you ask?
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All kidding aside, I do like your new character. It should be interesting to watch your AI daughter grow. I foresee a combination of being laid back and Jaded, just from having to deal with your thought processes.
"you think this is weird? just after I was born/made, my mom decided to conquer every star in the galaxy."
"oh look, the little energy snake/amoeba hybrid thinks it can rule the galaxy. How...cute. Hey mom, can I keep him?"
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*Grins evilly*
Well anyway, that tech still leaves the human around. And if the human already agreed to go galivanting around the multiverse with me then it'd be kind rude to make a copy of them, leave them on their home verse, and go galivanting around with the copy.
Yeah, I'm not letting her keep Anubis around. He's a tiny bit too dangerous for that.
Think more along the lines of the armored skirts used on armor, or pouches wrapped around the side, not like a miniskirt or whatever. And it does look like flak jacket material.
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Is not threadmarked.
You're gonna come back and find a whole bunch of commanders aren't you.
Chapter 14
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Chapter 14
16 July 2000
7pm Nasyan time
An Osprey descended from orbit with several schools of Vengeances, reaching the point where I'd gathered the Nasyans. An angular craft with swept-forwards wings, and a boxy, panelled fuselage. I'd mounted a pair of small teleporters beneath the body, and a set of transportation rings that could reach both the inside and the outside of the craft. Assuming there was an inside. While the Osprey could carrying living beings and M-Bots, it could also hold larger bots, all the way up to a hypothetical 25 meter Commander chassis. This was done by having the floor raise up flush to the ceiling, and each segment of the walls - or maybe bulkheads was the term - was actually a gripping arm.
I had my avatar inside the Osprey. No developing a god complex here. I will start off as the fallible person that I am. I will not appear in a flash of light. No smoke, no mirrors, and hopefully no one would call me a god. I didn't even wear my dress uniform.
The Osprey and four of the Vengeances accompanying it had their visual stealth off, and their aerodynamic stealth was muted so they could still be heard.
Being linked to the avatar seemed to bring back some of my habits from when I was human, I noted as I started twitching my toes. I had started that because it's really hard for people to notice, as opposed to twitching my fingers. I felt the bump as the Osprey landed. Showtime.
I walked around to the front of the Osprey, then realized that because I landed on level ground, I couldn't be seen by anyone in the back. Well then. I jumped up onto the roof of the Osprey, relying on Bullshit Progenitor Engineering™ to let me get up there.
I overestimated, and went flying a bit too far. With a grunt, I landed off-balance and fell flat on my face.
"Ow." I said. "Why did I connect the pain mappings again?" I rubbed my head and sat up.
So I just faceplanted in front of about 2,000 people. On the one hand, my dignity hurts. On the other hand, I don't think anyone's going to be calling me a god after this. I stood up, and took a moment to configure the speaker delays on my bots that were hanging around, to properly amplify my voice without creating an echo.
"Hello, people of Nasya!" I called out, giving them a friendly wave. There was muttering. Was that right? Who cares, I'm making this up as I go along.
"I am Rachel Ezros. And I am not a god." The muttering got louder. "I am a very fallible, imperfect being. I have my flaws. And in spite of this, all of you who stand before me are alive and free. Free from the worms that call themselves gods. The Stargate has been sealed, and carried into orbit. My fleets have enveloped the world in their protection. You are safe from the false gods." The muttering increased.
"However, you are not free from the mistakes of my fuck-ups. The disaster of the last night was caused by my failings." The muttering got a bit louder. "However, I am now going to help you fix that. Everyone who actually knows how to run a village, come to the front."
With that, I hopped off the Osprey onto the ground. And faceplanted again. I bit out the pain, stood up, and turned to face the village leaders. There were ten of them, lead by a woman about 160 cm tall, with a some fancy necklace.
"So…" I said, and then decided to clean myself off. I activated my avatar's fabricators, and used them to reclaim all the dust and dirt off me in a purple mist that vanished quickly. "Your name?"
"Rasha. What do you want?" She finally asked.
"What I want to know is what's needed to build villages for about 2,000 people." There was a pause after this moment.
"You're… you're actually serious about helping us?" The woman asked.
"Yup." I nodded. "I can help, you need help, and it's my fault. So I'm going to help, because it's the right thing to do." They seemed more surprised at that.
"What?"
"Give me a list - location traits, supplies, infrastructure, that kind of things." I sighed. "I have no idea how to run a village, and I have quite frankly no desire to do so. So, I'm going to let people who actually know they're doing do it."
"What?"
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I logged everything the village leaders said in a list. Everything they listed was something that made sense. I suppose that they were still a bit in shock that I had actually offered to help, that they didn't try to take advantage of the situation. Well, they might have asked for a lot of wood, but it wasn't a problem for me, given that I could make the amount they requested in seconds without touching my economy.
I'd also started looking for a place to relocate the Nasyans to. Good soil, plenty of running water, nearby forests, and a windbreak to keep winter winds from running through the village. I had recon data of the entire planet, so I looked through that to find out where to go. As for a windbreak, I was planning to just put walls around the villages anyway, so that was fine.
I finally found a location. It was slightly closer to the equator, and was a flat plain that could probably support three times the population of the area with the current level of farming they had.
I sent a Gull over to the area, to add mini-teleporters, turrets, and walls to the sites, as well as fabricate the needed supplies. I gave each village a central meeting house that all of them would be able to keep out of the elements from - if they were cramped. If I had given them houses, they would have either been nicer than what the villagers made, or I'd have to keep making more houses as the villages expanded. This way, they made their own houses, and I didn't have to worry too much about population expansion.
There were twelve sites, since in addition to the ten destroyed villages I was going to be moving the two ones that were intact. In addition to the fact that part of their fields were destroyed by the fire, leaving them by themselves didn't seem like a good idea. However, by this point it was getting to be late evening, and I felt I should probably wrap up for the night.
Lindy, meanwhile, had been designing for the hour or so I'd been dealing with this, and when I returned my attention to my commander body, she started asking questions.
"What were you doing?" She asked, vaguely curious.
"Giving them aid."
"Why?"
"Because it's my fault. Because it's the right thing to do. Because they need it."
"Fascinating." At Lindy's emotionless reply, I burst out laughing.
"Are you going to raise one of your eyebrows?" I sent back. My avatar was curled up on the deck of the osprey, shaking with laughter.
"I do not understand." She responded. "I do not even have eyebrows."
"Oh, that's right, we should get you your own avatar." I said, pulling up my modified design and sending a ping to Lindy to co-operatively design it. "These are the kind of designs that shouldn't be shared or controlled by other commanders. Even use of someone else's commander body is more acceptable than hijacking an avatar."
"Really?" Lindy said, sending revulsion over the link. Instincts are instincts, I guess.
"Yeah. Don't use another Commander's avatar design, either." I said. Teaching your kids manners starts early. "Now, yours should look similar to mine, but recognizably different."
"I do not understand." She responded. "What is the purpose of these avatars?"
"For interacting with humans. If you look like a human, things will go much better."
"Ahh…" Comprehension filtered through the empathic links.
"So, a bit shorter than mine, and let's change up the hair a bit. Also, adjust the facial structure a bit." I said. Lindy complied, and....
"That's too much of an adjustment." I winced a bit. "Also the face looks a bit off. Humans would be severely uncomfortable around it." I adjusted the face back out of the uncanny valley, and brought her height back up to 172cm. I also swapped the side her fang was on.
"And as for your hair…" I noted, frowning at her proposed buzz cut. I started with knee-length hair, then braided it into a single long rope.
"Do you like this better?" I asked.
"That is highly impractical." She responded.
"Well…" I tried another variation on it. "How about this?"
"Yes, that is acceptable." She said.
"Great." I passed her the templates for clothing, putting a ping on the "work" outfit I was currently wearing. "Let's see what it actually looks like."
Lindy activated her own fabricator, and purple mist flowed out, forming into her avatar. Which promptly started doing nothing.
"Okay, you need to use the sync protocols I gave you in order to make it move properly." I was going to need to make a "sleep mode" for the avatars so we could withdraw from them without them going blank. They'd still blink, but that was it. And as a human I sometimes just randomly stared at stuff anyway while I was thinking. Actually, that was probably a good thing, since it could be dismissed as a human thing, not an avatar-bot problem.
She activated the protocols and… nothing changed. Actually she did start blinking. But then again, she was pretty emotionless, and the protocols wouldn't change that.
"Alright." I said. "Now, we need to move on. We have several systems that we need to check out. We start by sending in probes. We want to check for enemy spaceships. Then we send in a probe, to check out each world. If there are inhabitants, we keep everything below ground on the nearby worlds in the system. Use 'build_custom_367' for those, and avoid the inhabited worlds. Got that?"
"Yes."
"Now," I stretched my avatar. "Even if a world is uninhabited, we still need to check it for structures. If the world is uninhabited, take the structure and lift it into orbit. Once people and structures have been checked for, you see what I'm doing in Penta-6 with all the rocky bodies?"
"I'm not sure."
"Okay, see this." I showed her the final stage of each of Penta-6's worlds: 7500 kilometer radius, everything down to 1000 kilometers should be Towers, followed by a 750 kilometer layer of packed Research Cores, with the upsized Halley at the center. "Start with the Towers, then the Research Core layers, then the super-Halley."
"Right." She responded.
"If you need to stay underground, just do as many of the Towers as you can, then go to the Research Cores and the Halley."
"Right." She responded.
"And as for the gas giants, build_jig is your friend."
"You appear to be relocating Penta-6's planets." Lindy noted, with some small amusement, perhaps.
"Yeah." I said. "If you're adding Towers and going wide open, you'll need to add a bunch of mini-Halleys to the Towers to move each world into a safe orbit. Otherwise the added mass will crash moons into their planets."
"Right." She responded.
"Okay, let's get started." I said.
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17 July 2000
1 am Nasyan time.
There were the five systems without any Earthlike planets. They were all completely empty, and Lindy and I had them starting to get built on without any trouble.
The other four were interesting. One had a Stargate, with an abandoned village nearby. Upon investigation, the village hadn't been abandoned, just everyone had died in their sleep. Ah, this one. I told Lindy to look for a hidden base.
"There was a hidden base. How did you know that there would be one?" She asked, as she wrapped the base in Progenitor solid armor.
"Well... " She was my daughter, and I was still nervous about telling her. "I know this world as a work of fiction. Some things are different, but some things do correspond." I responded. "Also please let no one else know of this."
"Understood." Lindy responded. "Why do you not want anyone else to know?"
"Because they wouldn't believe me, especially because some of the things may be wrong, but also because they couldn't verify that I knew such things without me going into creepy detail. It's also such a huge hassle, because I don't have exact details that they would bug me for."
"So what should I say about you?"
"I'm from either interdimensional or great intergalactic distances, I'm not sure which. That should work for that much." I frowned. "But let's worry about this later, when we start talking to people."
Pridakarbiter
Unseelie
- Location
- Arctis Tor
Nice update!
- Location
- Somewhere on the flat earth
Thats adorable.
Chapter 15
ltmauve
"Excuse me?"
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nope. That was at the start of season 2. We're into season 4, though not by much.
Anyway incoming chapter!
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Chapter 15
17 July 2000
4 am Nasyan time.
I found an Ancient lab on one of the worlds I was looking at. I boosted it into orbit, sealed the Stargate, and boosted that into orbit as well. I would look at it later. I needed to loot things from Earth first.
Lindy ran across an inhabited world. There was no Goa'uld presence, and I told her to monitor the gate for a month, and if nothing came through to bury it. Then I looked at the scans. Was that Vis Uban? It looked like it. Interesting and had Ancient ruins? Yes. Particularly important? No.
On the second-to-last world, there was a pyramid near the Stargate. I investigated using c-fabbers and c-dox. After gaining entrance, in a slow process that took longer because of lag, I sent them on search patterns. One of them found a room, containing a sarcophagus. Sarcoughous tech was a nice stopgap until I got Ancient healing technology. Then I realized that it had iron bands holding it shut.
Hang on a second. This was the pyramid in the episode The Tomb. The one with one of those Goa'uld Eyes that Anubis used to power his superweapon. My bots tore through the facility, looking for it. Found it.
"Yoink!"
"What does that mean?" Lindy asked.
"It's the noise you make when you steal something important." I responded, grinning.
I arranged for the Eye to be sent to Penta-6, while I put a fake with a tracker in place. And then I left the system alone. Actually, I detonated some small explosives in the area, to stop the Russian team from poking their noses in there and dragging another Russian team and SG-1 into the mess. That wouldn't deter Anubis though, not that I wanted to.
And then that was done. We still had about 24 hours to go until our fleets launched.
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I left for Altair shortly after we finished. Lindy would herd the Nasyans to their new home tomorrow, or in about three hours.
On the Stormfront traveling through hyperspace, I reviewed the design Lindy had come up with.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha!" I cackled madly, my avatar's hands clenching. "Mwa ha ha ha ha!"
"Mom, are you okay?" Lindy asked.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha!" I continued cackling. "Yes, this is excellent!" I sent back across the link. "Most excellent. So much better than my version!"
"Alright." Lindy sent back.
"Hey, I'm complimenting your design skills. You need to be polite and thank people." I was a bit irritated, but given it had taken until college until I got the hang of that, I wasn't in the best position to judge.
"Oh. So 'Thank you?'" Lindy queried.
"Yeah. By the way, I'm adapting some of these ideas into the Tower design, and I'll use these in our system assimilation protocols." I responded. "But first, we need to file off the edges on this design."
"The edges present in -"
"Lindy." I sighed.
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Meanwhile, back on Nasya, Lindy was scaring the villagers a bit. They were moving, and she hadn't needed to shoot people just yet, so that was good enough for now. She also wasn't using my voice, at least. That way I would be able to apologize for her rudeness.
Once everyone had been moved, I sighed and moved onto other projects. With 100 billion stars to look at, I needed a way to check them automatically. Checking for hidden facilities, populations, and what to do in each case. Automatically handling rearranging the planets so I could expand them to 15,000 kilometers across was another task. I automated as much as I could. It would get a test soon, as the fleets started moving out and conquering every world in the galaxy. We would test it on a few systems, and while the fleets going to other systems would stop about half a light-year out, before beginning to self-replicate.
Once our scripts checked out, then we would order all our fleets to begin conquering. And that would mean we could wipe the Goa'uld out whenever we wanted. I, of course, wanted some way to eliminate the lag that transmitting across the galaxy gave. A battle certainly could be won or lost in that time. And even fifteen minutes might be enough for something bad to happen. Like a planet getting wiped out.
Asgard communication tech was probably good enough, since I recall several real-time conversations in the series. Of course, that left the question of how to get that technology. I knew that each of the Protected Planets had a communication device at them, but I wasn't sure that barging in there and copying the tech would be the best idea. I needed - no, I wanted to be able to help the Asgard and be on good terms with them. So again, stealing the tech wouldn't be the best idea.
I suppose I could just ask for a communications device and then reverse-engineer from that. But again, that would be difficult. And I also wanted the Asgard hyperdrives and shields. The earliest point to get those would probably be when Anubis kidnaps Thor.
Oh Anubis. How to deal with him? If I destroy his body, he just turns into a ghost and possesses someone nearby. And I do not want to find out what that looks like if he can possess me using one of my units. So, I'll just have to blow up anything he can make before it's finished. That should defang him, turning him into an annoying ghost at worst. Assuming I don't get possessed.
Better work on counter-possession protocols then. Add it to my list of things to do. I was simultaneously bored and having a huge list of things to do. Of course, most of those things depended on me having something in the area, and I was too big to fit through the Stargates. Maybe I should build my own. Actually, I didn't analyze the Stargate, because I figured it would be too complex to be resolved in a reasonable amount of time. Maybe once I had enough Research Cores, I could let some of them mull the Stargate over, but for now I wanted to be able to research what I came across fairly easily.
Commandering. Far harder than it looked in the game.
Stephenopolos
Going through stargate withdrawl
- Location
- illinois
You can assign research cores individually right? Not much loss to assign a core to the Stargate and let it tick along on its own until you want to add more, besides even a single core working on it could prove beneficial.
And it turns out that the Stargates are really easy to analyse.
I would not be surprise if they are. For all intents and purposes, the Stargates are fairly simple machines with clear purposes and very easy methods to accomplish said purpose. I mean, the fact that you can just manually dial the standard Milky Way Stargate and at most just requires a strong enough power source to work, just speaks of how simple the thing is.
- Location
- Arizona
Add to it that PA commanders already have something similar.
And if the stargate is reverse engineered, one could be placed in every ship to eliminate the communications delay.
As a general rule, making something idiot proof is harder than making it very delicate and reliant on perfect conditions.