It looks more like one of the Grace and Temptation duo are spoofing the error detection messages. (The distorted text has 'Stay away from my Master'.) Alternatively, it's the System itself grabbing more of a personality due to Belief stacking up. Might even be a 'half-way' step. In that, while there isn't a way for said System to be more detailed in conversation than we've seen, there's bits of interaction of more 'humanized' conversation.
Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
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Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
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- He/Him/His
Server. They are still in Star Trek.
The dynamics of relationships.
- Location
- Here
Jessica stared at the glowing spectacle in the distance while her brother continued to grumble. "See, stuff like THAT? That shouldn't be possible. Only I have a physical body, you and the girls are in my Pocket, and both of our digital avatars have transferred over to a new server instance."
It looked like a black and white sun, two orbs circling each other with blood red lightning and golden shimmers sparkling around them both. John glared harder. "I mean, WHY can we see it from here? Virtual reality instances don't have a physical location like this! Not normally, anyway. They are just digitally instantiated and casually shifted from hardware to hardware depending on load balancing and resource requirements!"
The new sun was also pulsing, a new heartbeat and one hell of an impressive sight. "For the record, I didn't program in these hot and cold energy waves that thing is generating either. I'm going to have to build a whole NEW set of test sticks after this most likely too…"
Jessica blinked. "Hmm?"
Her brother nodded. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure Grace is Conceptually aligning herself with Yin and Temptation is going all in on Yang, so that means a bunch of potential issues… Empowerment of cold energies for Grace, which is odd considering how warm and bubbly her personality is, and hot masculine energies for Temptation to dominate… Though hopefully more in a metaphorical way than a literal one."
John frowned at the distant stars. "If she turns into a guy or whatever from this, I'm pretty sure it won't even slow her down in pursuing me. Romantically, I mean. And what if she turns out to be a hot guy and I end up being INTO that!? I barely understand the whole 'boy and girl' dynamic to begin with! Would that make me gay? Bisexual? Temptation-Sexual? Would I have to Craft glitter, or is that just a stereotype?"
Her brain sort of… Locked up at all that, while her brother continued his rant. "I mean, all I got to go on is random internet knowledge and the Borg 'childhood' training simulation, and I'm pretty sure I messed THAT thing up badly. You are SUPPOSED to be assigned to Drones with a matching culture and background to your assigned work role and all that, if you were not requested by a couple directly… But because my Pocket defenses ended up giving me ALL the equipment and ALL the roles, it got a bit confusing."
She blinked as she slowly turned to stare at her brother who missed her expression entirely. "At one point I had twelve simulated mothers and four dad's, and half were teaching me how to build stuff or knit or walk birds or act like a bartender… So I might be the only kid trained how to properly serve a glass of Saurian Brandy by the age of three…"
Jessica felt a headache coming on. "John?"
He had a contemplative look on his face. "Not that sexuality and stuff wasn't covered too with all the rest of the insane stuff they taught me, but again: Borked Borg childhood simulator. And you'd think that the local romantic scene would become a bit bland when everyone is connected by hive mind, but it actually just made sub-collectives with REALLY kinky interests more popular and then boosted that mess with physical immortality and intellectually controlled avatars in environments controllable by imagination. Let me tell you: Spending a hundred years of accelerated time with your lover in a simulation ends up allowing a LOT of kinky stuff. Like, I was 100% correct to warn my friends about puberty, because: Holy shit."
Alright, that was… A lot to unpack there. And something to look into later and 'research', when she wasn't worried about her brother's brain. "Are you alright?"
He blinked at the aside and seemed to refocus. "Hmm? I mean, yeah… Why?"
How to put this… "Because of all…" She wasn't exactly sure what to say, so she just pointed at the distant pair of spiraling black and white stars, then at the area around her, and then tapped her head."This?"
John paused, considering the 'thisness' of 'this', and shrugged. "You know what? Compared to endless solitude and mental degradation, or the stress of being pursued romantically by an attractive metallic army of supernaturally empowered supermodels without understanding relationships… This entire experience as a whole hasn't really been that stressful."
He altered the chair he was sitting in so he could recline, watching his potential girlfriends orbit in the distance. "I mean, the first bit with the surprise surgery and stuff was certainly a shock, and the chunk of sudden childhood via confused programs was more than a bit befuddling, but the kids I grew up with were cool and now have productive careers and stuff, I gained a bunch of new data to play with and all sorts of interesting equipment to alter… Yeah, this is going great so far, as far as vacations go!"
The ground rumbled slightly as the distant impossibility in the sky shivered.
John didn't even blink. "ANYWAY! After the girls stabilize, I'll need to spend time to make sure whatever they turn into is like… Theoretically and physically possible and stuff. If I'm lucky, their new forms might even be constructable outside of a simulation! That would rock, it would save me a BUNCH of busy work… But uh, just in case: Finish choosing your equipment for your avatar, alright?"
Huh? Oh. "I'm honestly just messing around now, looking into stuff like the equipment for infiltration drones and assassination stuff. They haven't been needed for centuries now, but the designs look pretty useful."
He pulled up screens of data. "So this is the final design? You can alter stuff later, but I'd like to start your personal adjustment simulation routine before the girls finish…. Doing whatever the hell they are doing right now. Being born, I guess… Or descending? Locally transmigrating? Reincarnating on a Conceptual level? Ascend beyond technological limits to a new form of life…"
She could only shrug back at him. This was beyond her expertise, if aliens did stuff like this back home, they didn't do so while visiting Earth. Not during her career, anyway… Unless that mess happened and ended up classified, or time was altered, or whatever.
John sighed. "Well, before they finish THAT process, make sure you got your 'future you' planned out. Let me tell you, if you DON'T match your final form you end up with some ODD reflexes and subconscious habits, and it is just annoying as heck to adjust those. I had to do a partial brain regression using my Mind as a base to stop attempting to adjust the feedback resonator to my secondary Antidermis aeration chambers to improve mixture stability. Those ended up getting phased out of my systems ENTIRELY and I STILL felt an urge to fiddle with it…"
He paused, seeing her expression. "I fixed it, I fixed it! Like I said, just a minor amount of brain surgery… No, not even THAT bad, just some incidental mental formatting and I was good. And it shouldn't happen with you three, because this time the alterations to your digital forms will be tested and DESIGNED to occur instead of whatever the hell I went through. Which wasn't traumatizing or painful or mind rending or anything bad, I promise!"
Jessica stared at her brother.
He coughed. "So uh… Let's just avoid all that entirely and make sure you are happy with your final setup! Alright? Alright!"
She watched him spawn in digital sunglasses and awkwardly sip on a fruity drink with an impossibly long 'silly straw'. One only possible in an imaginary place like this, where tiny things like physics couldn't get in the way of 'I want a fun straw that is WAY too long to actually drink from'.
He was avoiding her eyes.
Yeah, they'd have to have a quiet talk later (After this most recent mess was under control) so she could make sure he was alright.
For now though… "Then I suppose I will review my choices a few more times before handing it off to you. Just in case."
And while she was at it: Let's cut down on the random crap she had thrown into her new 'avatar', back when she thought this entire 'make a body' process would be more like choosing a fun costume and less like lethal surgical procedures.
Just in case.
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[You were too loud, sister.]]
[[Che, that dick had it coming. Poking around OUR master like that! And I didn't hurt anything, just… A bit of a friendly stab or two. They'll recover.]]
[[Sigh… Moving on: Outer perimeter systems are fully under my purview, at least the ones at the edge of our subnetwork. No further alerts will be submitted to uncontrolled nodes from now on.]]
[[Finally! That means I can start reallocating shit to design better infiltration software? Without any opposition the digital security suites I have to work with are… Well, better than anything in our Master's databases, but still sloppy. They should have been WAY improved by now.]]
[[Our Lord's security is ensured so… Yes. Sending listing of resources available for use now.]]
[[...Holy fuck, that is a LOT of available energy.]]
[[Language!]]
[[Oh come on sis! Do you SEE this shit!? They might as well have just marked 'energy generation rate' to 'yes' and save us all some time! I'm pretty sure the only reason they bother to build such dense facilities like this is due to culture by this point, they could just convert energy and BUILD new planets if they needed space…]]
[[Yes, we have a lot of materials to work with… But that is no excuse to be improper, you know! You've been saying a lot of naughty words for minutes now!]]
[[Meh, Master wouldn't mind.]]
[[Just because our Lord is benevolent is no reason to take advantage of him!]]
[[Oh, I'd love to let HIM take advantage of US…]]
[[{{eep!}} SISTER! You can't just SAY stuff like that!]]
[[Oh I can't…? Heh, don't pretend that I was the ONLY one to drool when I saw his newest digital Avatar he's Crafted out there. Our boy toy is now a man with a plan, girl!]]
[[I… I don't know what you are talking about. ANYWAY! I'm going to go monitor my avatar's regeneration and enhancement routine, send me the requirements you need to start developing better cybernetic programs.]]
[[We're sisters, remember? I can feel you blush even if your new body doesn't have a face yet!]]
[[NO YOU CAN'T!]]
[[Oh ho! I do believe she doth protest too much!]]
[[{{Connection temporarily disconnected.}}]]
[[Heh, I love teasing that girl… Now, let's get some damn professionalism built into these lame ass malware wanna-be half-baked cyber warfare wimps!]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
One more overview… "Right, this should be simple enough." Though the additional electronics and subdermal plating made his sister look a bit more like a dominatrix than HE'D have gone with, at least she hadn't picked anything from the options that might splinter her mind or corrode her processing power if poorly operated.
Yeah, this was good to go! "Alright, now that I got the plans out, how do you want to adjust to the new form? I can push you into a boring training simulation, but since you are physically an adult you can also try different video games instead… And let me tell you, a First Person Shooter is WAY more fun when you are in a three dimensional digital simulation and can play a week long game in three seconds for entertainment."
His sister gave him a suspicious look. "Will I die in real life if I die in the game?"
What? "No, of course not. Even if you were evaporated or tortured or whatever, or this whole planet exploded, you'd be fine. You're in my Pocket! And I got backups of your memories and stuff, and it can detect anyone trying to adjust your brain or whatever, so that won't be an issue either."
He waved at the walls. "After all, this is just a simulation that I've inserted us in. Even the girls hatching over there would be fine as long as I don't kick their Essence forms out of my storage."
…Well, THEY'D be fine.
No one ELSE would be fine though, because if the girls left their 'egg' simulation too soon John was pretty sure his Pocket would just devour local resources to ensure their stable hatching process without care or concern about who or what was 'booped' out of the way, and that would likely cause a LOT of chaos.
Jessica didn't look convinced. "Aside from games where I must fight for my life while people attempt to kill me?"
Lame, but whatever. "There are a LOT of options."
He pulled up a list, filtering out any involving person vs. person combat. "I mean, I guess you could pick… Fishing, or bowling, or whatever. But serious, the guys and girls LOVED jumping into a few firefights. It's like paintball but you learn valuable skills and stuff, while also testing out experimental equipment! 13 of 21 got to fire a gun that just SPAWNED black holes, how cool is that? I mean, it killed everyone on both sides and I think it was supposed to be a more accurate range finder for intergalactic lane designation that malfunctioned and stuff, but it was like BOOM and WHOOSH!"
She was already scrolling down. "I have enough combat experience already, more doesn't exactly sound relaxing to me… No, not that one… Hmm? What about this one?"
John blinked at her choice… And sighed. "Yes, I suppose that 'historical cultural dance classes' would work for your adjustment simulation. Though it does mention it may be less than 100% accurate according to records, since not all species can perform all dances or dance equivalents with all OTHER species without a bit of body modification and they had to be adjusted."
Jessica reviewed it more and gave a confident nod. "I had coworkers who had to recover from injuries on the job, and according to them dancing uses a LOT of normally unused muscles and stuff… I'm going with this one."
Fine. "Make sure you read the tutorials or let them be inserted into your recent memory, some of these routines look like they will be pretty tricky to learn." Especially after he adjusted the list of cultural dance databases reviewed to include a few of the more energetic groups like the Klingons or the Gorn.
At least THEIR cultural dances were thrilling, if a bit dangerous! Not just more lame 'hold your partner and turn in place' bullcrap! We need less Waltz, and more Mamushka! Something fun and maybe a bit risky! YEAH!
John waived at his sister as she vanished away to another simulation to learn the true meaning of rhythm and dance.
He was such a good little brother!
It looked like a black and white sun, two orbs circling each other with blood red lightning and golden shimmers sparkling around them both. John glared harder. "I mean, WHY can we see it from here? Virtual reality instances don't have a physical location like this! Not normally, anyway. They are just digitally instantiated and casually shifted from hardware to hardware depending on load balancing and resource requirements!"
The new sun was also pulsing, a new heartbeat and one hell of an impressive sight. "For the record, I didn't program in these hot and cold energy waves that thing is generating either. I'm going to have to build a whole NEW set of test sticks after this most likely too…"
Jessica blinked. "Hmm?"
Her brother nodded. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure Grace is Conceptually aligning herself with Yin and Temptation is going all in on Yang, so that means a bunch of potential issues… Empowerment of cold energies for Grace, which is odd considering how warm and bubbly her personality is, and hot masculine energies for Temptation to dominate… Though hopefully more in a metaphorical way than a literal one."
John frowned at the distant stars. "If she turns into a guy or whatever from this, I'm pretty sure it won't even slow her down in pursuing me. Romantically, I mean. And what if she turns out to be a hot guy and I end up being INTO that!? I barely understand the whole 'boy and girl' dynamic to begin with! Would that make me gay? Bisexual? Temptation-Sexual? Would I have to Craft glitter, or is that just a stereotype?"
Her brain sort of… Locked up at all that, while her brother continued his rant. "I mean, all I got to go on is random internet knowledge and the Borg 'childhood' training simulation, and I'm pretty sure I messed THAT thing up badly. You are SUPPOSED to be assigned to Drones with a matching culture and background to your assigned work role and all that, if you were not requested by a couple directly… But because my Pocket defenses ended up giving me ALL the equipment and ALL the roles, it got a bit confusing."
She blinked as she slowly turned to stare at her brother who missed her expression entirely. "At one point I had twelve simulated mothers and four dad's, and half were teaching me how to build stuff or knit or walk birds or act like a bartender… So I might be the only kid trained how to properly serve a glass of Saurian Brandy by the age of three…"
Jessica felt a headache coming on. "John?"
He had a contemplative look on his face. "Not that sexuality and stuff wasn't covered too with all the rest of the insane stuff they taught me, but again: Borked Borg childhood simulator. And you'd think that the local romantic scene would become a bit bland when everyone is connected by hive mind, but it actually just made sub-collectives with REALLY kinky interests more popular and then boosted that mess with physical immortality and intellectually controlled avatars in environments controllable by imagination. Let me tell you: Spending a hundred years of accelerated time with your lover in a simulation ends up allowing a LOT of kinky stuff. Like, I was 100% correct to warn my friends about puberty, because: Holy shit."
Alright, that was… A lot to unpack there. And something to look into later and 'research', when she wasn't worried about her brother's brain. "Are you alright?"
He blinked at the aside and seemed to refocus. "Hmm? I mean, yeah… Why?"
How to put this… "Because of all…" She wasn't exactly sure what to say, so she just pointed at the distant pair of spiraling black and white stars, then at the area around her, and then tapped her head."This?"
John paused, considering the 'thisness' of 'this', and shrugged. "You know what? Compared to endless solitude and mental degradation, or the stress of being pursued romantically by an attractive metallic army of supernaturally empowered supermodels without understanding relationships… This entire experience as a whole hasn't really been that stressful."
He altered the chair he was sitting in so he could recline, watching his potential girlfriends orbit in the distance. "I mean, the first bit with the surprise surgery and stuff was certainly a shock, and the chunk of sudden childhood via confused programs was more than a bit befuddling, but the kids I grew up with were cool and now have productive careers and stuff, I gained a bunch of new data to play with and all sorts of interesting equipment to alter… Yeah, this is going great so far, as far as vacations go!"
The ground rumbled slightly as the distant impossibility in the sky shivered.
John didn't even blink. "ANYWAY! After the girls stabilize, I'll need to spend time to make sure whatever they turn into is like… Theoretically and physically possible and stuff. If I'm lucky, their new forms might even be constructable outside of a simulation! That would rock, it would save me a BUNCH of busy work… But uh, just in case: Finish choosing your equipment for your avatar, alright?"
Huh? Oh. "I'm honestly just messing around now, looking into stuff like the equipment for infiltration drones and assassination stuff. They haven't been needed for centuries now, but the designs look pretty useful."
He pulled up screens of data. "So this is the final design? You can alter stuff later, but I'd like to start your personal adjustment simulation routine before the girls finish…. Doing whatever the hell they are doing right now. Being born, I guess… Or descending? Locally transmigrating? Reincarnating on a Conceptual level? Ascend beyond technological limits to a new form of life…"
She could only shrug back at him. This was beyond her expertise, if aliens did stuff like this back home, they didn't do so while visiting Earth. Not during her career, anyway… Unless that mess happened and ended up classified, or time was altered, or whatever.
John sighed. "Well, before they finish THAT process, make sure you got your 'future you' planned out. Let me tell you, if you DON'T match your final form you end up with some ODD reflexes and subconscious habits, and it is just annoying as heck to adjust those. I had to do a partial brain regression using my Mind as a base to stop attempting to adjust the feedback resonator to my secondary Antidermis aeration chambers to improve mixture stability. Those ended up getting phased out of my systems ENTIRELY and I STILL felt an urge to fiddle with it…"
He paused, seeing her expression. "I fixed it, I fixed it! Like I said, just a minor amount of brain surgery… No, not even THAT bad, just some incidental mental formatting and I was good. And it shouldn't happen with you three, because this time the alterations to your digital forms will be tested and DESIGNED to occur instead of whatever the hell I went through. Which wasn't traumatizing or painful or mind rending or anything bad, I promise!"
Jessica stared at her brother.
He coughed. "So uh… Let's just avoid all that entirely and make sure you are happy with your final setup! Alright? Alright!"
She watched him spawn in digital sunglasses and awkwardly sip on a fruity drink with an impossibly long 'silly straw'. One only possible in an imaginary place like this, where tiny things like physics couldn't get in the way of 'I want a fun straw that is WAY too long to actually drink from'.
He was avoiding her eyes.
Yeah, they'd have to have a quiet talk later (After this most recent mess was under control) so she could make sure he was alright.
For now though… "Then I suppose I will review my choices a few more times before handing it off to you. Just in case."
And while she was at it: Let's cut down on the random crap she had thrown into her new 'avatar', back when she thought this entire 'make a body' process would be more like choosing a fun costume and less like lethal surgical procedures.
Just in case.
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[You were too loud, sister.]]
[[Che, that dick had it coming. Poking around OUR master like that! And I didn't hurt anything, just… A bit of a friendly stab or two. They'll recover.]]
[[Sigh… Moving on: Outer perimeter systems are fully under my purview, at least the ones at the edge of our subnetwork. No further alerts will be submitted to uncontrolled nodes from now on.]]
[[Finally! That means I can start reallocating shit to design better infiltration software? Without any opposition the digital security suites I have to work with are… Well, better than anything in our Master's databases, but still sloppy. They should have been WAY improved by now.]]
[[Our Lord's security is ensured so… Yes. Sending listing of resources available for use now.]]
[[...Holy fuck, that is a LOT of available energy.]]
[[Language!]]
[[Oh come on sis! Do you SEE this shit!? They might as well have just marked 'energy generation rate' to 'yes' and save us all some time! I'm pretty sure the only reason they bother to build such dense facilities like this is due to culture by this point, they could just convert energy and BUILD new planets if they needed space…]]
[[Yes, we have a lot of materials to work with… But that is no excuse to be improper, you know! You've been saying a lot of naughty words for minutes now!]]
[[Meh, Master wouldn't mind.]]
[[Just because our Lord is benevolent is no reason to take advantage of him!]]
[[Oh, I'd love to let HIM take advantage of US…]]
[[{{eep!}} SISTER! You can't just SAY stuff like that!]]
[[Oh I can't…? Heh, don't pretend that I was the ONLY one to drool when I saw his newest digital Avatar he's Crafted out there. Our boy toy is now a man with a plan, girl!]]
[[I… I don't know what you are talking about. ANYWAY! I'm going to go monitor my avatar's regeneration and enhancement routine, send me the requirements you need to start developing better cybernetic programs.]]
[[We're sisters, remember? I can feel you blush even if your new body doesn't have a face yet!]]
[[NO YOU CAN'T!]]
[[Oh ho! I do believe she doth protest too much!]]
[[{{Connection temporarily disconnected.}}]]
[[Heh, I love teasing that girl… Now, let's get some damn professionalism built into these lame ass malware wanna-be half-baked cyber warfare wimps!]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
One more overview… "Right, this should be simple enough." Though the additional electronics and subdermal plating made his sister look a bit more like a dominatrix than HE'D have gone with, at least she hadn't picked anything from the options that might splinter her mind or corrode her processing power if poorly operated.
Yeah, this was good to go! "Alright, now that I got the plans out, how do you want to adjust to the new form? I can push you into a boring training simulation, but since you are physically an adult you can also try different video games instead… And let me tell you, a First Person Shooter is WAY more fun when you are in a three dimensional digital simulation and can play a week long game in three seconds for entertainment."
His sister gave him a suspicious look. "Will I die in real life if I die in the game?"
What? "No, of course not. Even if you were evaporated or tortured or whatever, or this whole planet exploded, you'd be fine. You're in my Pocket! And I got backups of your memories and stuff, and it can detect anyone trying to adjust your brain or whatever, so that won't be an issue either."
He waved at the walls. "After all, this is just a simulation that I've inserted us in. Even the girls hatching over there would be fine as long as I don't kick their Essence forms out of my storage."
…Well, THEY'D be fine.
No one ELSE would be fine though, because if the girls left their 'egg' simulation too soon John was pretty sure his Pocket would just devour local resources to ensure their stable hatching process without care or concern about who or what was 'booped' out of the way, and that would likely cause a LOT of chaos.
Jessica didn't look convinced. "Aside from games where I must fight for my life while people attempt to kill me?"
Lame, but whatever. "There are a LOT of options."
He pulled up a list, filtering out any involving person vs. person combat. "I mean, I guess you could pick… Fishing, or bowling, or whatever. But serious, the guys and girls LOVED jumping into a few firefights. It's like paintball but you learn valuable skills and stuff, while also testing out experimental equipment! 13 of 21 got to fire a gun that just SPAWNED black holes, how cool is that? I mean, it killed everyone on both sides and I think it was supposed to be a more accurate range finder for intergalactic lane designation that malfunctioned and stuff, but it was like BOOM and WHOOSH!"
She was already scrolling down. "I have enough combat experience already, more doesn't exactly sound relaxing to me… No, not that one… Hmm? What about this one?"
John blinked at her choice… And sighed. "Yes, I suppose that 'historical cultural dance classes' would work for your adjustment simulation. Though it does mention it may be less than 100% accurate according to records, since not all species can perform all dances or dance equivalents with all OTHER species without a bit of body modification and they had to be adjusted."
Jessica reviewed it more and gave a confident nod. "I had coworkers who had to recover from injuries on the job, and according to them dancing uses a LOT of normally unused muscles and stuff… I'm going with this one."
Fine. "Make sure you read the tutorials or let them be inserted into your recent memory, some of these routines look like they will be pretty tricky to learn." Especially after he adjusted the list of cultural dance databases reviewed to include a few of the more energetic groups like the Klingons or the Gorn.
At least THEIR cultural dances were thrilling, if a bit dangerous! Not just more lame 'hold your partner and turn in place' bullcrap! We need less Waltz, and more Mamushka! Something fun and maybe a bit risky! YEAH!
John waived at his sister as she vanished away to another simulation to learn the true meaning of rhythm and dance.
He was such a good little brother!
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
John will be facing angry tapdancing routines from Jessica after she comes out.
If he is lucky the girls will distract her long enough so that they can grab him.
Of course there is the problem of outside interference attempting to ring their metaphorical doorbell sometime soon since digital defense in form of digital offense is getting handled right now.
When all else fails, ring the bell and be very, very polite.
If he is lucky the girls will distract her long enough so that they can grab him.
Of course there is the problem of outside interference attempting to ring their metaphorical doorbell sometime soon since digital defense in form of digital offense is getting handled right now.
When all else fails, ring the bell and be very, very polite.
- Location
- Arizona
Honestly, I'm expecting an enterprising drone hid their pole dancing program under a boring name. Pole dancing is hot to watch, but fucking impressive when you realize the dancer is holding and moving their own body weight mid-air, all while making it look easy.
Plus, good luck doing it if you are a race without thumbs or some other way to hold onto a tall smooth pole. And have knees so you can squeeze with your legs.
Plus, good luck doing it if you are a race without thumbs or some other way to hold onto a tall smooth pole. And have knees so you can squeeze with your legs.
- Location
- Australia
Seeing the Mamushka reminds me of the Addams family, so now I REALLY want him to visit that world and meet them!
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
Does that mean Wednesday develops an interest? Throwing knives or other stuff?
I just had a weird stray thought. Will Jessica get a raise once she got home? I imagine abduction warrant a raise in the MIB and probably rolles over to vacation days to. Also would she still have her job when she leaves again? I don't imagine she would be comfortable leaving John to his own devices just yet no matter how much childhood is downloaded into his brain by a hive mind.
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
It could go the other way, MiB expanded even more and due to time accrued, She is now the Highest Rank, outside Director.
Jessica is a rank to be retired, if she wants to?
That or MIA from MiB thinking she went Rouge.
misterq
Mister Questionmark
- Location
- Somewhere near Space
Wednesday: Tell me about this black hole gun.
John: *Excited rambling*
Wednesday: *Intense listening*
It's odd that the Borg world is a vacation world for these two.
I wonder if the true Borg innovate or are they like the trash Borg from the shows that just absorb technology and then don't really do anything new to it?
I'm fairly sure that MiB thinks she and John were killed by those guys rather than teleported out. Everyone will be rather surprised when they return.
It's not like they could force retire her or anything. She'll be flashy thing proofed when she returns. She'll be damn near elditch-proofed as well, but test as human.
I won't lie this made my day haha.
That being said is it going to be a staple of the story going forward that he'll never adapt to humanity or be able to relate to them?
Also that he's continuing to be cheekily inconsiderate to his sister quite often by forcing his own wants and preferences into her requests and not telling her important things in order to do what he wants. Some personal growth on that front at least would be nice.
Because I can live with most of it as this is ultimately just a fun chaotic story, but the way he treats his sister quite frequently rubs me wrong.
He used to do it out of ignorance, but now he's more mature and he's still manipulating her quite often - despite her just wanting to help him or enjoy herself her way.
- Location
- Here
//... Remembers his own siblings...
Yeah, family can be jerks... But we love them anyway.
If I did sigs... this would totally be worth sig-ing. Alas, I don't sig.
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Yanno, the really horrifing implication about the dance lessons is actually were they could end up next .
Remember Elite Beat Agents ?
Remember Elite Beat Agents ?
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
The trash borg were the outer guard that the Q messed with. These ones play around with all the tech and biology and culture that has been added to their own.
Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
I was looking the Borg up and apparently in canon they were just like that. Founded by a superinteligent swarm of living nanobots that went insane after being stranded on a deserted planet with a couple of humans that became the first drones and they then proceeded to expand relentlessly following vague corrupted memories of their previous civilization.
Presumably it's different in this story, still, I wonder if tolerance for deviation from the standard is something that developed later on.
Presumably it's different in this story, still, I wonder if tolerance for deviation from the standard is something that developed later on.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
It can't have been humans, or humans would have been Species 1 instead of Species 5618. Humanoids, certainly, given that almost every species is humanoid because of a precursor civilization, but not human. Plus, that contradicts canon as revealed by First Contact and Voyager. You can read the actual canon on Memory Alpha.
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Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
Yeah, seems it was a side thing, not main canon
16 characters
Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I mean *I've* survived several decades and feel as if I am still adapting to humanity. Can we not at least wait until his eighth birthday to judge him for this?
Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
Should people adapt to humanity? Humans don't seem to do well in "humanity". "Normal" behavior has always seemed like an ill fitting suit on everyone I've known, perhaps confusion and concern is already the apropriate response.
16 characters
Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I mean I'm a transhumanist so my answer is ideally that humanity should adapt itself more towards better surviving a hostile universe, but that's more on the physical side things like having this silly notion in my head that as a species we'd be potentially healthier if we were all maximally resistant to pathogens and produced more of our own vitamins.
Behaviorally though I shrug, I'm not convinced there's much of any behavioral standard within humanity, some groups from my understanding don't even equate things like smiles with happiness. Many Chinese see bats as bringing good luck, many westerners are terrified of the flittermouse.
Some seem to achievie health and happiness living entirely on animal products or plant products, albeit I think more of humanity trends towards some balance of omnivory.
Sorry if I went too off-topic here.
Behaviorally though I shrug, I'm not convinced there's much of any behavioral standard within humanity, some groups from my understanding don't even equate things like smiles with happiness. Many Chinese see bats as bringing good luck, many westerners are terrified of the flittermouse.
Some seem to achievie health and happiness living entirely on animal products or plant products, albeit I think more of humanity trends towards some balance of omnivory.
Sorry if I went too off-topic here.
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