Chapter Eighteen: I probably need a Snickers (tm)
Glitchrr36
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So now to see what this thing can do.
As the ship exits the rift in space, I see kaiju. Lots and lots of kaiju. And that looks like a planet just simply covered in kaiju. I know exactly what to do with these.
I open fire.
Each shot from the thousands upon thousands of 10 meter cannons shreds kaiju, leaving holes dozens of meters wide in torsos, removing heads, limbs, and tails in single shots, leaving a small ocean of gore in the way, as the laser cannons open up at range against the far larger kaiju swim floating their way over. These prove tougher, but they still fall as the heat scythes them to chunks, or lights something important on fire. One of the closer kaiju cracks open, releasing a swarm of drone like creatures, which manage to evade fire until the closer ranged ion cannons get into range, where they promptly destroy the bugs.
In other words, I had more dakka than they could handle. Nothing other than twitching corpses managed to get within a hundred kilometers, and even those were generally on fire from cautious missile strikes. The armor is scored by the sizzling acid these bastards have for lymphatic fluids, which is something to work on later.
Half of the planets have meteor cannon shells fired at them, turning them into drifting clouds of glowing debris and what the chemo sensors on the avengers sent to serve as an escort tell me would smell like burnt rubber from the orange goo, which was apparently a nutrient solution to feed gestating kaiju, for the ones that weren't flash assembled.
The other half of the planets had swarms of fighters and escort craft sent to them, where they swiftly ground down any resistance, and destroyed everything. Soon, all that was left were six charred balls of stipmined rock, which I quickly began covering in extractors and energy plants, due to the stable Breach gate providing me with two way resource networks.
The Shit List itself was sent towards what may have once been an asteroid belt, which had been connected and fused by a ring of biological factories, many of which were in the process of being trashed by steady bombardment by my escort fleet. The rest of the factories, however, were being swarmed by avengers and fabricators, with the former butchering any resistance, as the later began to assemble machinery that, when finished, would initiate a drift with the kaiju/precursor hive mind, so I could potentially cripple them, steal all of their technology, and then bomb them back to the stone age and leave.
The machine was more kitbashed than what I normally made, with a spike and a number of electrodes protruding from an arm taken off the bot factory and modified to hold said spike. The rest was a blocky thing with a little antenna I could connect through.
I plunged it into something that had a similar enough to nerve tissue, and could see all of the genetic, biologic, and organochemical knowledge
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And that was when I blacked out.
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My fucking head. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts so much. How can I even feel pain? I'm a robot for ROB's sake. Oh. Well then. The pain is what it feels like when your code is literally disintegrating as you look at it.
Should fix that ASAP. And that will take a few minutes to recompile...and we are good to go.
Now to see what I pulled from the hivemind before I was rudely kicked out so I can UTTERLY ANNIHILATE THOSE FUCKERS.
I am actually seeing red. I thought that was just an expression. Apparently it isn't for AIs.
So...Not a whole lot. Some basics of the Breach, which isn't anything like the teleporters. More of an actual gash in reality than the wormhole method the Progenitors favored.
Almost infinitely more range, but takes time to stabilize without gates on boths sides. I can send things through and close it though, so the potential for strategic FTL jumps is there. Much better than the overgrown teleporter the Progenitors had, since It doesn't have stupid energy costs to maintain. Will take time to get a version I can use workable though.
What else.... A lot of anatomy stuff, which could prove useful at some point. I wonder....
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I'm pleased with how the testing went. Using the kaiju muscle fibers and the various high power metamaterials I have access to, I could potentially replace the servos in my units with artificial muscles for huge gains in speed and strength.
I'll do that on my commander first once all that remains of the freaks is greasy smears, vaporized planets, and fields of corpses that make any Earth genocide look like a fucking tea party. I want them to pay. They will. I will make sure of it.
To start this garden party, I see another Breach. Let's pay them a visit, shall we?
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This one provides slightly more of a challenge than the previous world, with more of the bigger kaiju, and some static defenses that fire fizzing gouts of acid towards my units, dissolving some avengers and severely damaging a Gamma class. I wasn't able to loot everything from their minds, so I'll just have to avoid it. And blow it up.
Space acid turns out to be surprisingly flammable. Who would have guessed. Now that that bit of amusement is over, it's back to killing billions of individuals. Or maybe it's like one individual, since that mind was pretty unified. I have no idea, and I don't particularly care.
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As I go through the next set of worlds, most with a massive space fleet, one with a less massive space fleet and the Shitlist, as I have decided to shorten the name to, I have a thought.
Why not build more super murderships of death, and then just network them together so they can function as an even bigger murdership of death, that can be in multiple places at once?
And so I start on the second. Identical to the first, except with a little II placed along the right and left sides, and on the first I add an I. Roman numerals to differentiate ships is awesome.
Only two more months until I double the quintillions of yottatons of firepower I'm throwing out.
You know what? Fuck having an economy. The Breach to Earth is stable, I'm getting enough from there. I'm going to fucking build as many of these things as I can.
I will burn this galaxy down for my revenge. I have time and resources. I won't be nice like I had intended, and just bombed them back to the stone age. I'm going to drive them to extinction. Life has been handing me these damn lemons recently, and I'm not going to fucking take them anymore. I'll go beyond burning the house down with the lemons, I'm going to fucking shoot the lemons at sufficient velocity and destroy everything life cared about.
Hell, let's network them together. A hivemind of fucking murderships.That will only end well for me. They will all be screwed. Nothing will go wrong. I'm not mad. Who says I'm mad? I swear if I find the bastard who says I'm mad I'll fucking knock his block off.
Should focus on purging first. Right.
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I send Shit List through first. As I enter, I see something...unusual. So these pieces of ass have things that aren't kaiju, eh? Let's see how it likes what happens when I shoot every gun I have at it at once.
And there goes the rapidly expanding cloud of plasma after a truly tremendous flash. If I wasn't a Commander right now, I'd probably be dead from the sheer awesome.
And there go the shells towards the sun with the meteor cannon shells. And that would be a crater. And a bulge where they exited.
How high was I when I decided that was a good idea?
As the ship exits the rift in space, I see kaiju. Lots and lots of kaiju. And that looks like a planet just simply covered in kaiju. I know exactly what to do with these.
I open fire.
Each shot from the thousands upon thousands of 10 meter cannons shreds kaiju, leaving holes dozens of meters wide in torsos, removing heads, limbs, and tails in single shots, leaving a small ocean of gore in the way, as the laser cannons open up at range against the far larger kaiju swim floating their way over. These prove tougher, but they still fall as the heat scythes them to chunks, or lights something important on fire. One of the closer kaiju cracks open, releasing a swarm of drone like creatures, which manage to evade fire until the closer ranged ion cannons get into range, where they promptly destroy the bugs.
In other words, I had more dakka than they could handle. Nothing other than twitching corpses managed to get within a hundred kilometers, and even those were generally on fire from cautious missile strikes. The armor is scored by the sizzling acid these bastards have for lymphatic fluids, which is something to work on later.
Half of the planets have meteor cannon shells fired at them, turning them into drifting clouds of glowing debris and what the chemo sensors on the avengers sent to serve as an escort tell me would smell like burnt rubber from the orange goo, which was apparently a nutrient solution to feed gestating kaiju, for the ones that weren't flash assembled.
The other half of the planets had swarms of fighters and escort craft sent to them, where they swiftly ground down any resistance, and destroyed everything. Soon, all that was left were six charred balls of stipmined rock, which I quickly began covering in extractors and energy plants, due to the stable Breach gate providing me with two way resource networks.
The Shit List itself was sent towards what may have once been an asteroid belt, which had been connected and fused by a ring of biological factories, many of which were in the process of being trashed by steady bombardment by my escort fleet. The rest of the factories, however, were being swarmed by avengers and fabricators, with the former butchering any resistance, as the later began to assemble machinery that, when finished, would initiate a drift with the kaiju/precursor hive mind, so I could potentially cripple them, steal all of their technology, and then bomb them back to the stone age and leave.
The machine was more kitbashed than what I normally made, with a spike and a number of electrodes protruding from an arm taken off the bot factory and modified to hold said spike. The rest was a blocky thing with a little antenna I could connect through.
I plunged it into something that had a similar enough to nerve tissue, and could see all of the genetic, biologic, and organochemical knowledge
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And that was when I blacked out.
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My fucking head. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts so much. How can I even feel pain? I'm a robot for ROB's sake. Oh. Well then. The pain is what it feels like when your code is literally disintegrating as you look at it.
Should fix that ASAP. And that will take a few minutes to recompile...and we are good to go.
Now to see what I pulled from the hivemind before I was rudely kicked out so I can UTTERLY ANNIHILATE THOSE FUCKERS.
I am actually seeing red. I thought that was just an expression. Apparently it isn't for AIs.
So...Not a whole lot. Some basics of the Breach, which isn't anything like the teleporters. More of an actual gash in reality than the wormhole method the Progenitors favored.
Almost infinitely more range, but takes time to stabilize without gates on boths sides. I can send things through and close it though, so the potential for strategic FTL jumps is there. Much better than the overgrown teleporter the Progenitors had, since It doesn't have stupid energy costs to maintain. Will take time to get a version I can use workable though.
What else.... A lot of anatomy stuff, which could prove useful at some point. I wonder....
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I'm pleased with how the testing went. Using the kaiju muscle fibers and the various high power metamaterials I have access to, I could potentially replace the servos in my units with artificial muscles for huge gains in speed and strength.
I'll do that on my commander first once all that remains of the freaks is greasy smears, vaporized planets, and fields of corpses that make any Earth genocide look like a fucking tea party. I want them to pay. They will. I will make sure of it.
To start this garden party, I see another Breach. Let's pay them a visit, shall we?
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This one provides slightly more of a challenge than the previous world, with more of the bigger kaiju, and some static defenses that fire fizzing gouts of acid towards my units, dissolving some avengers and severely damaging a Gamma class. I wasn't able to loot everything from their minds, so I'll just have to avoid it. And blow it up.
Space acid turns out to be surprisingly flammable. Who would have guessed. Now that that bit of amusement is over, it's back to killing billions of individuals. Or maybe it's like one individual, since that mind was pretty unified. I have no idea, and I don't particularly care.
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As I go through the next set of worlds, most with a massive space fleet, one with a less massive space fleet and the Shitlist, as I have decided to shorten the name to, I have a thought.
Why not build more super murderships of death, and then just network them together so they can function as an even bigger murdership of death, that can be in multiple places at once?
And so I start on the second. Identical to the first, except with a little II placed along the right and left sides, and on the first I add an I. Roman numerals to differentiate ships is awesome.
Only two more months until I double the quintillions of yottatons of firepower I'm throwing out.
You know what? Fuck having an economy. The Breach to Earth is stable, I'm getting enough from there. I'm going to fucking build as many of these things as I can.
I will burn this galaxy down for my revenge. I have time and resources. I won't be nice like I had intended, and just bombed them back to the stone age. I'm going to drive them to extinction. Life has been handing me these damn lemons recently, and I'm not going to fucking take them anymore. I'll go beyond burning the house down with the lemons, I'm going to fucking shoot the lemons at sufficient velocity and destroy everything life cared about.
Hell, let's network them together. A hivemind of fucking murderships.That will only end well for me. They will all be screwed. Nothing will go wrong. I'm not mad. Who says I'm mad? I swear if I find the bastard who says I'm mad I'll fucking knock his block off.
Should focus on purging first. Right.
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I send Shit List through first. As I enter, I see something...unusual. So these pieces of ass have things that aren't kaiju, eh? Let's see how it likes what happens when I shoot every gun I have at it at once.
And there goes the rapidly expanding cloud of plasma after a truly tremendous flash. If I wasn't a Commander right now, I'd probably be dead from the sheer awesome.
And there go the shells towards the sun with the meteor cannon shells. And that would be a crater. And a bulge where they exited.
How high was I when I decided that was a good idea?
