I would have loved to see their face when the first Exalted was disintegrated.
On a Backwater Planet, a Metal Extractor is Built [PA/Multicross SI]
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Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The general reaction was something along the lines of "oooooooh fuck."
Chapter Twenty: World 2. Shitlist starts gaining personality
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Many days have past with me failing to make anything more than very basic small talk with my...companion? Comrade? Creation? Because fuckit, I'm nowhere near responsible enough to actually care for another sapient being, even if they are a giant murdership AI of endless doom.
Comrade sounds good. I'll stick with that. Unless Shitlist has a better idea.
In the meantime, the Shipyards had finished building. I had queued up the production of something like a larger version of the Helios and Apollo titans, which would target a star system, and create a gate to their Kuiper Belt equivalents, or failing that outside the orbit of the farthest major planet. A small probe governed by a simple VI would follow its directives, which were scanning the system for anything interesting. They would transmit anything interesting they found back, which would prompt a tiny drive containing said information to be launched through the dimension gate, where I would be able to recover it.
As well as starting to explore the galaxy, I had finished going over everything I got from the last universe. Nothing would be too useful, as I already had incredible materials sciences, and I wouldn't be able to fully integrate the synthetic muscle across the board as I didn't have a full grasp on how to make it work with minimal modifications to units that were as compartmentalized and solid as mine were.
I could probably build a humanoid form, but that wasn't an issue yet, and could thus wait, by the power of procrastination.
With nothing better to do, and Shitlist having spent several days going over the internet, or what I decided was pertinent to not becoming played-straight Skynet, I decided to to talk to them.
Should probably discuss acceptable gender pronouns because calling a single person "they" always made me feel like a dick.
++Shitlist? Have you finished looking over the data I sent?++
==Yes. It was quite informative, though much seemed useless.==
++Welcome to the internet. 'Tis a very unusual place. Try to avoid 4chan if I gave you those files, that place can be terrifying. Also, be glad I deleted most of the porn. It gets very, very bizarre. And terrifying. So, in a non-porn topic, have you made any progress on setting up a personality matrix?++
==Some though I assume you have input on the matter?==
++I do, in fact. For one, I would recommend picking a gender pronoun so that I may use to refer to you. It would help me in ways that are purely mental, and allow me to introduce you to others should that be necessary, as well as giving a starting point to work with in regards to a personality.++
==Hm. I see...Female.==
++Okay. Any particular reason why?++
==I am a ship AI, and human naval tradition refers to ships as female. I decided that was an acceptable reason.==
++Acceptable. If there is nothing else going on, I have another universe to attend to saving and/or destroying. I'm giving you full run of the system. You may design units should you wish, though I will be looking over them and modifying them as needed. I will also request that you refrain from working on major warships, as I would prefer to be there and aid the design process.++
==These will not prove to be difficult. Is there anything specific I should accomplish while you are gone?==
++If you could get started on a space station big enough to house VI cores that I can just throw problems at and get a solution in return, that would be helpful. Make sure it is well defended, and has factory space. Other than that, no other directives. Go nuts.++
==Nuts?==
++Idiom. Means that you may do what you see fit. Also seeds on some kinds of plants.++
==Why not just refer to it as such?==
++Humans are weird. And bad at saying what they mean.++
==Ah. In any case, I wish you good luck. I'll keep you posted on developments.==
++thank you. If necessary, you may turn any planet in the system into either resources or metal planets if you wish. If you do the latter, build Halleys for rotational purposes and an Annihilaser. Anything less and I will be somewhat disappointed.++
==I will not let you down on that.==
++Good. I see you are beginning to use figures of speech. Well, later.++
==Thank you. Good bye, Commander.==
As I walked into the fabricator that would build the drop pod around me, all I could think of was how relieved I was to not be considered a father.
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As the energies of travel subsided, my sensors started coming online, and I got a good view of the planet below me. It was Earth. Again. I was starting to think this would become a pattern.
And sensors are up.. What do we have he-
[WARNING! FOUR MAJOR QUANTUM EVENTS DETECTED]
[254,876 minor quantum events detected]
What the fuck? I now have no idea where I am, and that is a bad thing, since that means something can catch me unawares and mess up my day. All I need to do is select a landing space and I can steal the internet again. I'll try somewhere other than the ocean, maybe the middle of Canada. Nothing important is in the middle of the Yukon. Plot a course, and we are-
[MAJOR QUANTUM EVENT CLOSING!]
Well this isn't good.
Frantically trying to reorient the cameras to see what was coming at me, I registered a violent impact, sending me hurtling down towards the New England coast, spinning uncontrollably.
Through the violent spinning, I got half a frame's view on the thing I hit, which was receding rapidly out of sightt.
I got the vague impressions of a pale, humanoid form, with a posture that seemed to indicate surprise
Dragon checked the monitoring equipment on the Simurgh, noting a ping over an anomaly in her trajectories. The Endbringer had hit something, and was now moving in a course different by .234 degrees. With a mental shrug, the AI went back to testing her prototypes.
This fucking sucks. I don't recognize the form, I'm going to probably kill something like three thousand civilians, and I'm probably going to take damage and have to fix it before hiding myself from the natives.
Doctor Mother received an email. All it said was this: "The path has changed.-C
At this point, the only thing I had to be grateful for was none of the other events were going to hit me in midair.
Saint noticed a small shift in the AI's code, but did not deem it threatening to the thing's shackles, and seemed to be a notation of something that happened. The world was still safe, for now.
And...ground impact. Not too much damage, and I only knocked down some trees, as the explosion wasn't as big as it looked in game. Now to hack into the web through the faint wifi I could get from out here.
Emily Piggot felt the distant rumblings the streak of light she had noticed a few seconds ago, and saw the faint indigo flash from over the horizon, somewhat to the south. She made sure to remind herself to send in someone to investigate tomorrow unless she got something urgent about it. Nothing bad seemed to have happened. Yet
And now we are in. Let's see if there is anything that suggests a universe.
Director Costa-Brown received a notification of an unexplained explosion following a meteor. Nothing seemed to be important at the moment, so she shrugged and finished filling out the endless mountains of paperwork.
That's a big website. What's it called, I wonder.
Taylor Hebert sat up blearily, having heard the windows shake briefly as she was getting to sleep. She heard nothing further, and went back to sleep.
Well. So that's where I am. Fuck. This could be either great or terrible in so many ways. Lucky date though, I at least have a few days to prepare before the shit snowball starts rolling down the mountain to hit the giant fan.
Comrade sounds good. I'll stick with that. Unless Shitlist has a better idea.
In the meantime, the Shipyards had finished building. I had queued up the production of something like a larger version of the Helios and Apollo titans, which would target a star system, and create a gate to their Kuiper Belt equivalents, or failing that outside the orbit of the farthest major planet. A small probe governed by a simple VI would follow its directives, which were scanning the system for anything interesting. They would transmit anything interesting they found back, which would prompt a tiny drive containing said information to be launched through the dimension gate, where I would be able to recover it.
As well as starting to explore the galaxy, I had finished going over everything I got from the last universe. Nothing would be too useful, as I already had incredible materials sciences, and I wouldn't be able to fully integrate the synthetic muscle across the board as I didn't have a full grasp on how to make it work with minimal modifications to units that were as compartmentalized and solid as mine were.
I could probably build a humanoid form, but that wasn't an issue yet, and could thus wait, by the power of procrastination.
With nothing better to do, and Shitlist having spent several days going over the internet, or what I decided was pertinent to not becoming played-straight Skynet, I decided to to talk to them.
Should probably discuss acceptable gender pronouns because calling a single person "they" always made me feel like a dick.
++Shitlist? Have you finished looking over the data I sent?++
==Yes. It was quite informative, though much seemed useless.==
++Welcome to the internet. 'Tis a very unusual place. Try to avoid 4chan if I gave you those files, that place can be terrifying. Also, be glad I deleted most of the porn. It gets very, very bizarre. And terrifying. So, in a non-porn topic, have you made any progress on setting up a personality matrix?++
==Some though I assume you have input on the matter?==
++I do, in fact. For one, I would recommend picking a gender pronoun so that I may use to refer to you. It would help me in ways that are purely mental, and allow me to introduce you to others should that be necessary, as well as giving a starting point to work with in regards to a personality.++
==Hm. I see...Female.==
++Okay. Any particular reason why?++
==I am a ship AI, and human naval tradition refers to ships as female. I decided that was an acceptable reason.==
++Acceptable. If there is nothing else going on, I have another universe to attend to saving and/or destroying. I'm giving you full run of the system. You may design units should you wish, though I will be looking over them and modifying them as needed. I will also request that you refrain from working on major warships, as I would prefer to be there and aid the design process.++
==These will not prove to be difficult. Is there anything specific I should accomplish while you are gone?==
++If you could get started on a space station big enough to house VI cores that I can just throw problems at and get a solution in return, that would be helpful. Make sure it is well defended, and has factory space. Other than that, no other directives. Go nuts.++
==Nuts?==
++Idiom. Means that you may do what you see fit. Also seeds on some kinds of plants.++
==Why not just refer to it as such?==
++Humans are weird. And bad at saying what they mean.++
==Ah. In any case, I wish you good luck. I'll keep you posted on developments.==
++thank you. If necessary, you may turn any planet in the system into either resources or metal planets if you wish. If you do the latter, build Halleys for rotational purposes and an Annihilaser. Anything less and I will be somewhat disappointed.++
==I will not let you down on that.==
++Good. I see you are beginning to use figures of speech. Well, later.++
==Thank you. Good bye, Commander.==
As I walked into the fabricator that would build the drop pod around me, all I could think of was how relieved I was to not be considered a father.
=====================================================================
As the energies of travel subsided, my sensors started coming online, and I got a good view of the planet below me. It was Earth. Again. I was starting to think this would become a pattern.
And sensors are up.. What do we have he-
[WARNING! FOUR MAJOR QUANTUM EVENTS DETECTED]
[254,876 minor quantum events detected]
What the fuck? I now have no idea where I am, and that is a bad thing, since that means something can catch me unawares and mess up my day. All I need to do is select a landing space and I can steal the internet again. I'll try somewhere other than the ocean, maybe the middle of Canada. Nothing important is in the middle of the Yukon. Plot a course, and we are-
[MAJOR QUANTUM EVENT CLOSING!]
Well this isn't good.
Frantically trying to reorient the cameras to see what was coming at me, I registered a violent impact, sending me hurtling down towards the New England coast, spinning uncontrollably.
Through the violent spinning, I got half a frame's view on the thing I hit, which was receding rapidly out of sightt.
I got the vague impressions of a pale, humanoid form, with a posture that seemed to indicate surprise
Dragon checked the monitoring equipment on the Simurgh, noting a ping over an anomaly in her trajectories. The Endbringer had hit something, and was now moving in a course different by .234 degrees. With a mental shrug, the AI went back to testing her prototypes.
This fucking sucks. I don't recognize the form, I'm going to probably kill something like three thousand civilians, and I'm probably going to take damage and have to fix it before hiding myself from the natives.
Doctor Mother received an email. All it said was this: "The path has changed.-C
At this point, the only thing I had to be grateful for was none of the other events were going to hit me in midair.
Saint noticed a small shift in the AI's code, but did not deem it threatening to the thing's shackles, and seemed to be a notation of something that happened. The world was still safe, for now.
And...ground impact. Not too much damage, and I only knocked down some trees, as the explosion wasn't as big as it looked in game. Now to hack into the web through the faint wifi I could get from out here.
Emily Piggot felt the distant rumblings the streak of light she had noticed a few seconds ago, and saw the faint indigo flash from over the horizon, somewhat to the south. She made sure to remind herself to send in someone to investigate tomorrow unless she got something urgent about it. Nothing bad seemed to have happened. Yet
And now we are in. Let's see if there is anything that suggests a universe.
Director Costa-Brown received a notification of an unexplained explosion following a meteor. Nothing seemed to be important at the moment, so she shrugged and finished filling out the endless mountains of paperwork.
That's a big website. What's it called, I wonder.
Taylor Hebert sat up blearily, having heard the windows shake briefly as she was getting to sleep. She heard nothing further, and went back to sleep.
Well. So that's where I am. Fuck. This could be either great or terrible in so many ways. Lucky date though, I at least have a few days to prepare before the shit snowball starts rolling down the mountain to hit the giant fan.
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StrangerDanger51
Novice Writer
- Location
- New Zealand
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Are those massive spaces between sentances at the end intentional? Either way, eager to discover what the next setting is!
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Are you on mobile? I generally copy over from SB because I post there first to get it into a single format because of weirdness posting from google docs, and it displays fine on my laptop.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Nope. The reality is far, far worse.
- Location
- Virginia, USA
Ah Worm. One of my favorite fandoms, even though I haven't finished the original material yet. The endbringers ought to pose somewhat of a challenge.
Also, can't wait until you meet Dragon.
Also, can't wait until you meet Dragon.
- Location
- Arizona
Lol! Worm! Bwahaha!
Still, it's good to know that you can trace parahumans.
Though, yeah, I think I've figured out your trend/pattern. You're gonna get all the weird god-tier enemies, aren't you?
Do me a favor? Go grab Ziz, stick her in a stasis prison, start reclaiming her for mass/metal. near infinite resources achieved.
Still, it's good to know that you can trace parahumans.
Though, yeah, I think I've figured out your trend/pattern. You're gonna get all the weird god-tier enemies, aren't you?
Do me a favor? Go grab Ziz, stick her in a stasis prison, start reclaiming her for mass/metal. near infinite resources achieved.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
A commander in Worm.
For once, this is a setting that doesn't have the next sentence be 'Film at Eleven'.
Because Worm.
On the other hand, you're so hilariously OP for anything except the top tier powers-that-be that its downright not funny. The downside to this is that the top tier powers-that-be are so hilarious OP themselves that a Commander is outright screwed if they fought against said powers.
Pissing off Eidolon would very quickly result in 'PREY SLAUGHTERED' conditions, and how, with Glitchrrr36 as said prey.
At least if nothing else, you're going to cause Saint's head to explode. Which is never a bad thing.
For once, this is a setting that doesn't have the next sentence be 'Film at Eleven'.
Because Worm.
On the other hand, you're so hilariously OP for anything except the top tier powers-that-be that its downright not funny. The downside to this is that the top tier powers-that-be are so hilarious OP themselves that a Commander is outright screwed if they fought against said powers.
Pissing off Eidolon would very quickly result in 'PREY SLAUGHTERED' conditions, and how, with Glitchrrr36 as said prey.
At least if nothing else, you're going to cause Saint's head to explode. Which is never a bad thing.
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- Location
- Arizona
The biggest problem is that it looks like re try is gonna kill a couple thousand people. I suspect that the Triumvirate will be called in, and they certainly aren't interested in talking.
Though, I do wonder if the SI's experience with quantum breaches will allow them to eventually remote shutdown the Shards?
Though, I do wonder if the SI's experience with quantum breaches will allow them to eventually remote shutdown the Shards?
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
He initially thought thousands would die.
Getting whacked by the Simurgh, plus other issues, meant his landing caused very little damage to anything outside a couple of trees and some deer.
The flip side to this of course being that within 1 hour, if left alone, he could be causing damage on a level that only an Endbringer or Scion giving-a-fuck, could emulate.
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
Word of God states that Dragon Unchained, using only her not-quite-Tinkertech production facilities, would have posed a threat to Scion.
Enter the good Commander here, with a bullshit production capability that makes Mass-Production Tinker Masamune feel suddenly inadequate, sufficiently advanced technology to match most Tinkers, and even comes pre-Unchained for your convenience.
And, I would presume, comes preloaded with such neato files as 'Why Cauldron is a bag of dicks' and 'How to kill a god through emotional abuse'.
Not saying it's going to be easy, by any stretch, but given half a chance, the good Commander could very easily succeed here.
Faith
Some idea of what I'm doing.
- Location
- Land of Waves and Warmth
Admittedly, I do believe there were other clauses in there somewhere - I think it was 'Dragon Unchained, if left alone for X years', or something along those lines, but I may be misremembering. Ill see if I can dig up a link when I'm less dead inside from six hours of bullshit paperwork.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
And nothing of value was lost.
Saint trolling commencing in T minus...
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Oh god yes please. Troll the fuck out of him.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Part of one version of what I have planned involves all of what he sees looking at dragon's code being either the Bee Movie script or Never gonna give you up.
Dolly Fail Fail
Boss Leader
- Location
- Within dreams and memories
According to all known laws of aviation,
there is no way that a bee should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyways.
Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
this quote is made weaker by the fact that it was proven false. bees have little pockets of lighter then air gas.
still funny though.
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