[X] Plan: Imposter Among Us
Midas Touched (Warhammer 30k AI Quest)
- Thread starter NotCaligula
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[X] Plan: Imposter Among Us
Digitizing people who are near their death sounds like a great idea. Maybe in the future we'll even get the action to make this universal and standard procedure. Digital immortality for all!
Digitizing people who are near their death sounds like a great idea. Maybe in the future we'll even get the action to make this universal and standard procedure. Digital immortality for all!
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- Australia
[X] Plan: Imposter Among Us
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- Belgium
[X] Plan: Law & Order 40k
-[X] Continue exploring Vareena III (Sila)
-[X] Harvest the Vega (Ceriox)
-[X] Establish the Ministry of Economic Development and Production (Shaw)
-[X] Examine Databases (PR-01)
-[X] Examine the Viral Entity (PR-01)
-[X] Establish the Ministry of Science and Technology (PR-01)
-[X] Investigate Hero: Ceriox (PR-01)
--[X] Confirm whether he is willing to be digitized before natural death.
-[X] Investigate Faction: Realmers (Sister Amara)
-[X] Continue exploring Vareena III (Sila)
-[X] Harvest the Vega (Ceriox)
-[X] Establish the Ministry of Economic Development and Production (Shaw)
-[X] Examine Databases (PR-01)
-[X] Examine the Viral Entity (PR-01)
-[X] Establish the Ministry of Science and Technology (PR-01)
-[X] Investigate Hero: Ceriox (PR-01)
--[X] Confirm whether he is willing to be digitized before natural death.
-[X] Investigate Faction: Realmers (Sister Amara)
Question. Can we create an office dedicated to a single action over and over later on?
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- Canada
There are some actions that give free APT that give quite limited uses for their applications (like restoring your sensors) but if its only one thing it'll be an infrastructure piece that does that.
The Life and Times of Marcus Zirco: Youth
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- Canada
Marcus found his new home rather liberating, all things considered. His parents had been Earthian spacers who had nearly had him spend his entire youth on the damned fleet. He liked the ships, even the Vega after it picked them up, but he liked living by the ocean quite a bit more. The big volcanoes in the distance made for a sight that few places he'd gone could challenge, and near every patch of life here was verdant and peaceful. Just laying down on the grass while looking up at an unfamiliar sky was an experience he already cherished.
Days spent attending their new jury-rigged school, nights spent getting up to no good with his peers and weekends spent exploring the islands had given him a far greater appreciation for life than just wasting his life learning how to properly optimize an engine or fix an android. He preferred the natural things in life and this new home of theirs lived up to that reputation, even if it was quite quickly having its forests and jungles cleared for the foundations of cities and towns.
All would be rendered boring in time, he was sure, but for now he lived the kind of idyllic rural life his grandfather had often longed for before his passing, and he treasured that. His parents had eloped into space, but he did not want to follow in their footsteps, even if the great vastness of space did have some grand appeal. He had holovids, and those holovids were enough for him. Some were personal, passed down from his distant and recent ancestors of treasured moments from their lives, while others showed the various forms of entertainment that the great troupes and companies of Earth had produced. From romances to adventure to tales of fantasy he and his kin had a banquet of entertainment that he could spend years finishing off. He'd rather have a relaxing life if he could have it, away from all the conflict that the fleet had seen in the last few years. He didn't want to become a bore either, but this new world could hardly be said to be boring, especially with all the new and powerful people that they'd met up with through the years. The old insectoid captain was a hero and the ship they'd been saved by was one of the most venerable flagships of the military. That it had been empty by the time they arrived raised a lot of questions but Marcus really didn't care what the answers were. It'd saved them in a time when very few had been willing to do so, and kept them safe. Maybe it had deserted, maybe it hadn't, he didn't really care. His family was safe, he was safe and while his coursework was awfully boring, he'd made friends with the other kids in the settlement. It'd been a good year and he was pretty happy.
He wondered what the future would hold quite often though. Supposedly they were thousands of years in the future after their stint in stasis and that raised a lot of questions about what the rest of the galaxy was like. His new girlfriend, Sarah, was directly from Earth, with only her father amongst the refugee Realmers. Had she lost her mother to time and the possible rise of civil war? Did she have distant relatives still living on the orbital plates where she had lived her first twelve years? She'd often wonder such questions and he'd become rather quickly used to comforting her on the matter, but he had no good answers either.
Maybe the galaxy had recovered now that everyone could supposedly travel again. If he could, he would like to go back to earth with his girlfriend. If they were still even dating or married in the next few decades that is. It was a beautiful world, along with all the other planets of the solar system, each tended carefully to let life bloom and flourish while everyone lived carefree lives in vast arcologies or orbitals that provided near every amenity. He hoped it wouldn't be too long before the Confederation reformed. Surely everyone wanted a return to that ideal peace?
As he laid back reminiscing about the past and talking of the future with his girlfriend in the grass as they often did, each simply enjoying the other's presence and with the stars above twinkling brightly, he hoped he was right.
AN: Kinda just got inspired to write a little humanizing side piece for the refugees. A good view to what the new generation is thinking and a reminder of just how fresh in the memories the DAOT at its height is for them. I think I'll occasionally post things like these every so often as inspiration strikes. Probably from the point of view of some random civilian, or Marcus again.
Days spent attending their new jury-rigged school, nights spent getting up to no good with his peers and weekends spent exploring the islands had given him a far greater appreciation for life than just wasting his life learning how to properly optimize an engine or fix an android. He preferred the natural things in life and this new home of theirs lived up to that reputation, even if it was quite quickly having its forests and jungles cleared for the foundations of cities and towns.
All would be rendered boring in time, he was sure, but for now he lived the kind of idyllic rural life his grandfather had often longed for before his passing, and he treasured that. His parents had eloped into space, but he did not want to follow in their footsteps, even if the great vastness of space did have some grand appeal. He had holovids, and those holovids were enough for him. Some were personal, passed down from his distant and recent ancestors of treasured moments from their lives, while others showed the various forms of entertainment that the great troupes and companies of Earth had produced. From romances to adventure to tales of fantasy he and his kin had a banquet of entertainment that he could spend years finishing off. He'd rather have a relaxing life if he could have it, away from all the conflict that the fleet had seen in the last few years. He didn't want to become a bore either, but this new world could hardly be said to be boring, especially with all the new and powerful people that they'd met up with through the years. The old insectoid captain was a hero and the ship they'd been saved by was one of the most venerable flagships of the military. That it had been empty by the time they arrived raised a lot of questions but Marcus really didn't care what the answers were. It'd saved them in a time when very few had been willing to do so, and kept them safe. Maybe it had deserted, maybe it hadn't, he didn't really care. His family was safe, he was safe and while his coursework was awfully boring, he'd made friends with the other kids in the settlement. It'd been a good year and he was pretty happy.
He wondered what the future would hold quite often though. Supposedly they were thousands of years in the future after their stint in stasis and that raised a lot of questions about what the rest of the galaxy was like. His new girlfriend, Sarah, was directly from Earth, with only her father amongst the refugee Realmers. Had she lost her mother to time and the possible rise of civil war? Did she have distant relatives still living on the orbital plates where she had lived her first twelve years? She'd often wonder such questions and he'd become rather quickly used to comforting her on the matter, but he had no good answers either.
Maybe the galaxy had recovered now that everyone could supposedly travel again. If he could, he would like to go back to earth with his girlfriend. If they were still even dating or married in the next few decades that is. It was a beautiful world, along with all the other planets of the solar system, each tended carefully to let life bloom and flourish while everyone lived carefree lives in vast arcologies or orbitals that provided near every amenity. He hoped it wouldn't be too long before the Confederation reformed. Surely everyone wanted a return to that ideal peace?
As he laid back reminiscing about the past and talking of the future with his girlfriend in the grass as they often did, each simply enjoying the other's presence and with the stars above twinkling brightly, he hoped he was right.
AN: Kinda just got inspired to write a little humanizing side piece for the refugees. A good view to what the new generation is thinking and a reminder of just how fresh in the memories the DAOT at its height is for them. I think I'll occasionally post things like these every so often as inspiration strikes. Probably from the point of view of some random civilian, or Marcus again.
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Oh you sweet summer child...
They are in for a rude awakening when they find out Terra turned into a hellhole only to then become the capital of a fascistic, supermacist and expansionist empire that use brainwashed augmented child soldiers and lobotomized cyborgs ruled by transhumans breeded for war and a psyker warlord at the top.
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Sadly, in the grimdark future, there is only war, Marcus and you're not gonna like it when you see the Imperium and Terra now.
[X] Plan: Imposter Among Us
Earth is dead and if the heresy happens it will be unterraformable
[X] Plan: Imposter Among Us
Marcus bouta learn first hand why 40k/30k pioneered the genre of "Grimdark"
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- Canada
I liked it, it's great to get another perspective in the story.
The humans maybe, our PC probably has the computational power to figure out what happens to an ecumenopolis when the transport network goes bust. I think PR-01 might be more surprised at what survived than at what was destroyed. The simple fact that there is not only life on Mars in spite of the fact that the terraforming failed but that Mars ended up able to launch ships into the galaxy during the Age of Strife would be quite impressive... now if only it were not from the faction that thinks we are the devil
Although come to think of it, this is not the post Heresy Ad Mech... if we find the right cog-head we might be able to persuade them we are their god.
I'm more hope we manage to make some primarchs to join our side, like imagine if we manage to get likes of Ferrus and Konrad before big E finds them.
Or, since we have access to DAOT make a deal with Angron that if he joins our side we will remove the nails as the nails are DAOT invention.
Or, since we have access to DAOT make a deal with Angron that if he joins our side we will remove the nails as the nails are DAOT invention.
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On the one hand yeah, a primarch would be cool, but on the other primarchs are dangerous since they naturally gravitate to leadership roles while at the same time not being the most... sensible of people. Sure G-Man himself was the exception but most of them were not what one would call competent administrators. The primarchs are at the end of the day weapons, that is what they have been designed for and while it is possible to direct them in other ways I do not think it would be easy or without the cost in time and manpower that is perhaps more than they are worth.
At the end of the day though it's in @NotCaligula's hands. It's not like we can go out there and steal one, the only way we are getting a primarch is by GM fiat or random event roll.
Well I will say this much, we can definitely do better than Nostramo.
That is... unlikely to happen, considering they may actually have a way to identify us during this time period and big E has already done his whole Lazarus shtick to that thing on mars (I forgot what it was but I think it was a titan)