Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Let's not press the big, shiny button unless we have a good reason.
Ni[n]e to [b]e (Nier: Automata)
- Thread starter BlackHadou
- Start date
TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
But I wanna go fishing.
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
In other news, I found music.
Then fish. Shiny buttons aren't fishing rods; you'll need to find a Pod instead of pressing them.
NoisyMatchStar
Lord of all that is Purple
- Location
- Pittsburgh
Aren't we 9S? The one who's too curious for his own good?
Killer Hamster
Feed me.
[X] Leave it.
-[X] Wander south in search of the battle.
-[X] Wander south in search of the battle.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
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Hackerman
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
I ignored the port. Basic sanity precautions said that opening it was probably a bad idea. Anything could be on the other side, from a Logic Virus to a bad piece of pixel art. Who knew where it led?
Far greater precautions then what I had right now would be required. I'd crack that one open another time, when I was sure it wasn't going to blow up in my face. Actually, that reminded me, there was one thing that I hadn't checked.
My self destruct permissions.
What I found was less then promising. I let the hack end, sighing.
"Well, that ain't an option."
The permissions were there, of course. That wasn't the problem. The self-destruct mechanism itself was faulty. In hindsight, maybe it's better that the permissions were set to off. I have no idea what it'd do in it's current state.
I'm not even sure it'd succeed in killing me, and to be fair, current track record was that it was pretty poor at doing that. Just snuffing the light out, so to speak, wasn't much of an option.
"Heh, never was anyway."
I dusted myself off as I stood up. It really was a spacious room. Perhaps, if I ever needed a place to tinker, it could be converted to such a purpose. After all, I wasn't sure I'd ever find somewhere entirely safe to hack myself.
A thought for another time. I was here on a mission, after all.
Calling Virtuous Treaty to my hand, I gave it a practice swing. The difference between before and now was not something I could simply describe. It was remarkable, all the little joints in my arm working together to form a fluid, strong motion. It did make me worry just a little bit, though. The drivers were designed for a model with higher physical specifications then me. I might cause myself damage if I wasn't careful.
But then, care was a luxury I wasn't sure I had right now.
Returning the Virtuous Treaty to my back, I walked to where a window should have been, stepped over the side, and let myself fall gently back to the ground floor. I landed harder then I thought I would.
Nothing was injured, but I was caked with dust. Hopefully the wind would sort that out. Perhaps hiding in an abandoned building was not the best idea for my appearance. Even so, I let my feet begin dragging me south.
This place really was an abandoned city ruin. I passed many things that were, no doubt, once cars. I passed many actual cars, too. The fighting had been going for so long that there had simply been no time to sort out the rubble. It's amazing as much of the city is still intact as it is, but then, the construction was no slouch. I wonder how old it actually is? Who made it? Why?
Well, why was probably obvious. It was convenient to congregate together, to perform tasks in a group. Living in close proximity was always a matter of convenience. It certainly made it easier when the aliens invaded to try and wipe humans out. If anything, cities were a double edged sword.
The buildings were now crumbling shells of their former glory. It was an unfortunate situation, but one that was not going to change anytime soon. The highways were in disrepair, and the roads filled with potholes. The foilage was giant, and absently, I had to wonder if the animals that lived in it was equally giant.
But then my walking was interrupted, as I rounded a corner and heard a clang. It took a moment, to realise I had kicked a machines arm. It was not attached to anything, twisted and torn metal punctuated by snapped wires. Following the street, my eyes could see many, many more items of similar descriptions.
Then it fell on a red pool, a human-like limb within. I knew, instinctively, that it wasn't human. The limbs of an android only seemed human. The red liquid within us was actually a specialised mixture to optimally maintain the body and parts. The fact it looked like blood was, in fact, coincidence.
Kinda a funny coincidence, though. Even in unintentional ways, we mimic the humans we were made in the image of. Leaning down, I gently nudged the pool with my finger. It wasn't wet.
Well, that said things about how long ago this battle had occurred. The liquid had congealed into a nasty sort of hard substance. Pulling the limb free would not be the wisest idea, I suppose.
What did I need? Some gears, some leg parts, some wires. Ah, there's the list, in my back pocket. The list itself was not actually very long. All I really needed was a method to carry it all. I could stuff the gears and wires into my pouch, but it might be easier just to carry a leg or two back with me, rather then try to strip out the locomotion.
I felt a small grimace cross my face. This might end up being dirty work.
"Wake up. Wake up. Brother."
I blinked. The words were faint. They weren't near me, but around a corner. Taking a few, soft steps, I made my way towards the sound, peaking around the side of a building. A machine was trying to poor something into another machine. One was dead. The other, was not.
The liquid, I didn't know. It was not clear. It honestly looked like sewerage.
"That… ain't gonna wake him up..."
Even if it was oil, that wasn't going to miraculously cure a machine that had ceased functioning. My legs returned back to the street behind me, my eyes scanning for the parts I needed to scavenge. It might take quite some time to find it all.
Wires were easy. A torso that had been rather brutally bisected provided enough for several reels. They might need to be fused, but really, given the shape of the thing they came from, they wouldn't be needed anymore. Gears were also easy. Machine and android alike, they were all over the place. The real chore was finding one that wasn't damaged in some way. Eventually, I had enough of both, and into the pouch they went. The weight was actually rather comforting.
Crack.
I blinked, standing. My hand found my sword. The source of the sound was a small alcove. There was nothing there to my sight.
Nothing at all.
It made me nervous.
My steps were quite soft as I made my way to the alcove. There was nothing within it, of course.
Of course. Those words could easily be laced in sarcasm, my hand gently tracing the wall. A hand had dug into it, no doubt forcefully creating a handhold. It was slightly warm to the touch. Something had been here.
Something that was shaped more like a human then an android. That did not bode well. Not at all. Even so, I let my hand leave my sword. Something or someone was here.
Was it, perhaps, worth it to try and find them? I wasn't too worried about being attacked. If I hadn't been attacked already, then either the other wasn't YorHa, or it wasn't a Battle Type. Either answer made me feel a little better.
I slowly walked back out onto the street. My eyes scanned through the buildings, the windows and the roofs. My lips pursed, as I caught sight of something grey and green. Something box-like.
"Oh."
That was a problem. That was a big problem. That was a Pod.
Well, that narrowed down what I was dealing with. Quite considerably, actually.
Could I outrun it? The odds were it wasn't a combat model. But if they had a lock on me, and I was pinging the… no, that wasn't a risk. I'm not attached to any of the networks. They would have to follow me by sight.
All I'd have to do was move faster then the other.
My eyes kept scanning, even as I moved towards a leg on the ground. The Pod and it's partner were moving. Quite a bit, actually. If I had to guess, if we came face to face, I'd probably come into contact with a face identical to my own.
And then I felt it. The intrusion. My system was, unfortunately, functioning. There would be no running rampant within my head.
Well, I suppose that meant they weren't friendly?
[ ] Attack.
[ ] Call them out.
[ ] Seize the port and hack back.
Far greater precautions then what I had right now would be required. I'd crack that one open another time, when I was sure it wasn't going to blow up in my face. Actually, that reminded me, there was one thing that I hadn't checked.
My self destruct permissions.
What I found was less then promising. I let the hack end, sighing.
"Well, that ain't an option."
The permissions were there, of course. That wasn't the problem. The self-destruct mechanism itself was faulty. In hindsight, maybe it's better that the permissions were set to off. I have no idea what it'd do in it's current state.
I'm not even sure it'd succeed in killing me, and to be fair, current track record was that it was pretty poor at doing that. Just snuffing the light out, so to speak, wasn't much of an option.
"Heh, never was anyway."
I dusted myself off as I stood up. It really was a spacious room. Perhaps, if I ever needed a place to tinker, it could be converted to such a purpose. After all, I wasn't sure I'd ever find somewhere entirely safe to hack myself.
A thought for another time. I was here on a mission, after all.
Calling Virtuous Treaty to my hand, I gave it a practice swing. The difference between before and now was not something I could simply describe. It was remarkable, all the little joints in my arm working together to form a fluid, strong motion. It did make me worry just a little bit, though. The drivers were designed for a model with higher physical specifications then me. I might cause myself damage if I wasn't careful.
But then, care was a luxury I wasn't sure I had right now.
Returning the Virtuous Treaty to my back, I walked to where a window should have been, stepped over the side, and let myself fall gently back to the ground floor. I landed harder then I thought I would.
Nothing was injured, but I was caked with dust. Hopefully the wind would sort that out. Perhaps hiding in an abandoned building was not the best idea for my appearance. Even so, I let my feet begin dragging me south.
This place really was an abandoned city ruin. I passed many things that were, no doubt, once cars. I passed many actual cars, too. The fighting had been going for so long that there had simply been no time to sort out the rubble. It's amazing as much of the city is still intact as it is, but then, the construction was no slouch. I wonder how old it actually is? Who made it? Why?
Well, why was probably obvious. It was convenient to congregate together, to perform tasks in a group. Living in close proximity was always a matter of convenience. It certainly made it easier when the aliens invaded to try and wipe humans out. If anything, cities were a double edged sword.
The buildings were now crumbling shells of their former glory. It was an unfortunate situation, but one that was not going to change anytime soon. The highways were in disrepair, and the roads filled with potholes. The foilage was giant, and absently, I had to wonder if the animals that lived in it was equally giant.
But then my walking was interrupted, as I rounded a corner and heard a clang. It took a moment, to realise I had kicked a machines arm. It was not attached to anything, twisted and torn metal punctuated by snapped wires. Following the street, my eyes could see many, many more items of similar descriptions.
Then it fell on a red pool, a human-like limb within. I knew, instinctively, that it wasn't human. The limbs of an android only seemed human. The red liquid within us was actually a specialised mixture to optimally maintain the body and parts. The fact it looked like blood was, in fact, coincidence.
Kinda a funny coincidence, though. Even in unintentional ways, we mimic the humans we were made in the image of. Leaning down, I gently nudged the pool with my finger. It wasn't wet.
Well, that said things about how long ago this battle had occurred. The liquid had congealed into a nasty sort of hard substance. Pulling the limb free would not be the wisest idea, I suppose.
What did I need? Some gears, some leg parts, some wires. Ah, there's the list, in my back pocket. The list itself was not actually very long. All I really needed was a method to carry it all. I could stuff the gears and wires into my pouch, but it might be easier just to carry a leg or two back with me, rather then try to strip out the locomotion.
I felt a small grimace cross my face. This might end up being dirty work.
"Wake up. Wake up. Brother."
I blinked. The words were faint. They weren't near me, but around a corner. Taking a few, soft steps, I made my way towards the sound, peaking around the side of a building. A machine was trying to poor something into another machine. One was dead. The other, was not.
The liquid, I didn't know. It was not clear. It honestly looked like sewerage.
"That… ain't gonna wake him up..."
Even if it was oil, that wasn't going to miraculously cure a machine that had ceased functioning. My legs returned back to the street behind me, my eyes scanning for the parts I needed to scavenge. It might take quite some time to find it all.
Wires were easy. A torso that had been rather brutally bisected provided enough for several reels. They might need to be fused, but really, given the shape of the thing they came from, they wouldn't be needed anymore. Gears were also easy. Machine and android alike, they were all over the place. The real chore was finding one that wasn't damaged in some way. Eventually, I had enough of both, and into the pouch they went. The weight was actually rather comforting.
Crack.
I blinked, standing. My hand found my sword. The source of the sound was a small alcove. There was nothing there to my sight.
Nothing at all.
It made me nervous.
My steps were quite soft as I made my way to the alcove. There was nothing within it, of course.
Of course. Those words could easily be laced in sarcasm, my hand gently tracing the wall. A hand had dug into it, no doubt forcefully creating a handhold. It was slightly warm to the touch. Something had been here.
Something that was shaped more like a human then an android. That did not bode well. Not at all. Even so, I let my hand leave my sword. Something or someone was here.
Was it, perhaps, worth it to try and find them? I wasn't too worried about being attacked. If I hadn't been attacked already, then either the other wasn't YorHa, or it wasn't a Battle Type. Either answer made me feel a little better.
I slowly walked back out onto the street. My eyes scanned through the buildings, the windows and the roofs. My lips pursed, as I caught sight of something grey and green. Something box-like.
"Oh."
That was a problem. That was a big problem. That was a Pod.
Well, that narrowed down what I was dealing with. Quite considerably, actually.
Could I outrun it? The odds were it wasn't a combat model. But if they had a lock on me, and I was pinging the… no, that wasn't a risk. I'm not attached to any of the networks. They would have to follow me by sight.
All I'd have to do was move faster then the other.
My eyes kept scanning, even as I moved towards a leg on the ground. The Pod and it's partner were moving. Quite a bit, actually. If I had to guess, if we came face to face, I'd probably come into contact with a face identical to my own.
And then I felt it. The intrusion. My system was, unfortunately, functioning. There would be no running rampant within my head.
Code:
Warning.
Intrusion Detected.Well, I suppose that meant they weren't friendly?
[ ] Attack.
[ ] Call them out.
[ ] Seize the port and hack back.
Code:
I am and am not.
I am seen in the evening and in the dawn.
But when you look, you cannot define me.
In a spectrum, I am…You have been hacked. To give you some level of interaction, when hacking, I have given you a game. In this case, a riddle.
Only one person needs to get the right answer, but failing to solve the riddle is, in essence, the fourth path in the above decision choice. If the riddle goes unsolved, then I decide what happens next, not you.
Let's see how this little experiment goes, huh?
Only one person needs to get the right answer, but failing to solve the riddle is, in essence, the fourth path in the above decision choice. If the riddle goes unsolved, then I decide what happens next, not you.
Let's see how this little experiment goes, huh?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
Master Basher
hYPER Demon
- Location
- UK
Is the answer, Twilight...?
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
PsyFarrow
Verified Necrodancer
- Location
- Space
Night.
TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
- Location
- -
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
I'm gonna assume the answer to the riddle is 'Light,' but I feel like there's something more to the context of the riddle I'm not picking up on, so fuck it, here we go.
- Location
- Malaysia
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
Oh god, I'm terrible at riddles. The answer is, uh, the sun?
I want to say temperature, but 'I am seen' part of the riddle just kind of cancelled that thought. You can't really see the sun clearly during sunset and sunrise so it's pretty 'undefined' imo, especially if the sun is hidden behind mountains.
-[X]... Great, philosophy even in my hacking? I better figure out how to counter jack Jean Paul at this rate.
Oh god, I'm terrible at riddles. The answer is, uh, the sun?
I want to say temperature, but 'I am seen' part of the riddle just kind of cancelled that thought. You can't really see the sun clearly during sunset and sunrise so it's pretty 'undefined' imo, especially if the sun is hidden behind mountains.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Another S-type! The fact that they're immediately hostile might ironically be a good thing because it likely means they aren't yorha, a loyal scanner would be a lot more curious.
[X] Call them out.
As for the riddle, I'm guessing the color pink. Did you know pink doesn't actually exist? Even more than many colors, it is purely a product of our eyes lying to us.
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Seize the port and hack back.
I'm not sure the philosophy is something 9S has to answer.
As for my answer... I'm bad at this. Dawn and Dusk are seen, but cannot be defined.
Another day? In the dawn it comes, in the dusk it ends?
Alternatively, I'll answer Swordfish, since that's always the password and all.
I'm not sure the philosophy is something 9S has to answer.
As for my answer... I'm bad at this. Dawn and Dusk are seen, but cannot be defined.
Another day? In the dawn it comes, in the dusk it ends?
Alternatively, I'll answer Swordfish, since that's always the password and all.
Killer Hamster
Feed me.
[X] Call them out.
Eh, technically YoRHa has not put a kill order on 9S yet right? So at this point of time, they are not our enemies?
As for the riddle, I am guessing Light?
Eh, technically YoRHa has not put a kill order on 9S yet right? So at this point of time, they are not our enemies?
As for the riddle, I am guessing Light?
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
We don't know that. The fact that attack immediately happened kinda implies they did, though.
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Point.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
[X]Hack back
Indigo.
Indigo.
"I am seen in the evening and in the dawn." This implies that the answer isn't visible in full daylight or darkness, but this might be misleading. Very few things are visible only in (full-spectrum, tinged red) low-light conditions. Even light, darkness and shadows can be found in both day and night. The obvious connection is that the times are known for conditions of low-lighting and the sun being close to being occluded by the horizon, but we have surprisingly few terms that apply to both times.
"In a spectrum, I am…" The answer could be an element of a spectrum or composed of a spectrum. Most spectrums are too conceptual to be seen, so, given the lighting references, the light spectrum seems like a good candidate. If this is the right spectrum, the answer could be light generally, a part of the spectrum (red/ pink/ indigo/ violet/ purple) or just a type of light (twilight/ UV/ darkness).
"I am and am not" probably just means that the answer is conceptual, reflecting a state of affairs people can identify, but not solidly based in reality. This covers all light-based terms, but more so "pink", "indigo" and "violet" and less so "light".
The confounding variable is, "But when you look, you cannot define me." This could just mean that it's difficult for people to encapsulate why they think the word pertains even with examples, but presumably androids could give a good definition even of colours based on wavelengths and colour receptors. (Maybe not the difference between "indigo" and "violetIt could mean that anyone looking at the answer is too overwhelmed to define it, but most physically overwhelming sights (the sun) and emotionally overwhelming concepts (infinity, void) are more linked with day or night.
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