Pocket System
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Jessica felt like she hadn't been prepared for this.
The blood soaked Klingon drone stomped twice, roared, then began the thrusting sequence again with his weaponry over the corpse of his conquest…
And she just uh… Tried to follow along?
It was much easier than expected, thanks to her translation modules easily interpreting the 'foreign' language into some sort of strange binary compressed data packet that her new enhancements casually processed at insane speeds… But the whole experience was a bit odd.
The blades slowed to a respectful stop. "Our hunt ended with HONOR! He died WELL!"
The simulated warriors at her side roared with approval, making the bloody air thrum with power and energy!
Standing tall, the scene shifted as a new fight was prepared, to demonstrate the next 'dance' that they would all be learning today. "These next rituals come from our brother and sister warriors brought into our people from outside our worlds, legendary movements that were born from the bagging of tea and celebrating the T'Wor King of a forgotten foundation! Many tales have been told of this ceremony, a deadly act bestowed upon the fallen while one is STILL IN BATTLE! Risking life and victory itself to honor those who were defeated in combat! Observe closely, it is rarely seen by outsiders…"
Oh god no. "Simulation, uh… Pause. Which species inspired the following 'dances'?"
[[The 'Respectful Death Rights of the Night of Fort' were inspired from cultural activities belonging to and suggested by Species 5618.]]
…Fuck, of course humans were responsible for this. "There are more dances from Species 5618, aren't there?"
[[Listing Species 5618 contributions towards similar ceremonial rituals: 'The Floss', 'Doing of the Flop', 'The Rolling of Rick', the…]]
Jessica held back a frustrated scream. "That's enough, thank you."
God DAMN it humanity. Just… God damn it.
Maybe this was ALSO Q's fault? Somehow?
But it didn't feel like it. Bullshit like this was probably something humanity was PROUD of pulling off. Probably giggled about it for years after it got accepted too. Good grief.
Though, to be fair she was sure the OTHER cultures hid similar jokes and memes in the data they shared with HUMANITY too. Hadn't she seen something on the network about how young female vulcans (Known for being emotionless and logical) would traditionally dancing similar to Orion slave girls during their childhood?
Maybe that had just been random network gossip… But then again, considering how kinky the Borg turned out to be… Maybe?
Jessica sighed and focused on the scene which had paused for her convenience. Not like a video paused, where everything goes still, but more like everyone everywhere just chose to not do anything for a bit without consulting with each other.
A bit freaky, but whatever. "Sorry, sorry. I'm paying attention. Continue simulation."
Her blood soaked Klingon instructor gave a resolute nod. "Very well! Everyone pay attention as I proceed to the getting of the down!"
If nothing else, she had to admit: The man could twerk with the best of them.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Grace adjusted her new body so that the individual feathers would float at the right levels.
There was a subroutine that would automate this, and another that would convert the tiny devices into semi-autonomous tools connected into her subnetwork for various functions, but right now they just weren't floating right. "Maybe if I tilt them better? Or have a system that calculates my Lord's viewing angle to best display the detailed work without actually reflecting light back into his eyes?"
She ignored her sister's giddy cackling in the background, because that was HER side of the room and this was GRACE'S place, no teasing sisters allowed.
It helped that the longer their 'manifestation' took, the more individualized their half of the server simulation became. Grace's place had the expected white structures with cloud accents and a lovely edging of gold colored metals and edgings, and gave off a feeling of serenity and not-her-sister-ness that was so desperately needed to have a relaxing moment to think.
Hmm. "What do you think, Pocket?"
[[HOST's defensive Avatar 'Grace' should allocate her activities towards better management of System utilization and protective subroutines, as aesthetics of the new robotic form is not mandatory nor required for…]]
She waived that all away. "I'm sorting his Pocket and adjusting things too, we both can multitask just fine. What do you think about this new form?"
[[...The materials utilized would only remain stable within three hours of use when constructed outside of a simulation, even within the current Realm. Stability statistics would drop drastically when exposed to the constraints expected within future transversals of Reality, and the current test form would destabilize entirely in previous locations HOST has visited.]]
Oh for… Grace rolled her eyes. "But we are in a simulation, and will be for this entire stay before we move on. I won't compromise on my first impression just because the hardware and effects are impractical to maintain in the outside world… We will both come up with boring mechanical and biological and magical bodies for later places LATER, not now."
She had the model twirl, the floating wings of independent feathers gently following along. "So, what do you think?"
[[...It looks… Thematic?]]
Sigh. "Oh, come on Pocket, really?"
[[Based on HOST's observed past mental states, he is 86.5% likely to find this new form… Cute?]]
Ooh! She might have a winner then! "Maybe I should lean into that, go for some chibi form or have huge anime eyes…"
Shift this, adjust that and… Uh. No. "That looks WRONG without a more cartoony look working with it. Or maybe I just haven't found the right settings for this template yet, but THIS attempt looks like my eyes are about to explode."
Man, making herself 'cute' and not 'horrific' was trickier than she had expected. At least, when the changes were THIS extreme.
If she was willing to be lazy (Like SOME sister's she could name), she'd just ramp up the slutty outfits and call it a day.
But she was going to do this RIGHT! "Let's back up to avatar variant 33 from earlier, and go for more of an 'innocent nun' vibe than a chibi angel angle."
But not TOO innocent, just enough to try and get John to have a thought now and again. Maybe convince him to stay up at the young man's age rather than reverting to toddler years.
Though maybe boost a few features here and there… And perk up here, and plump out there…
Oops, too much sin for THIS sister, not for a first impression at least. Let's ramp a few of those features down slightly, and loosen up the habit a bit instead of being so overly tight and provocative…
~~~Pocket System~~~
Temptation chuckled as she watched her 'innocent' sister manipulate hundreds of potential avatars to best display her various 'gifts' to their Master.
At least, thanks to her more open personality, she had an easier time being honest with herself and her sexual aggressiveness towards her leader.
Poor Grace was going to pop something at this rate. Like seriously, loosen up girl!
Her new bodies ranged from 'So cute and fluffy I could die' to 'That is a succubus dressed up like a religious woman' with almost no middle ground. Her sister was wound up so tight she might just snap and drag their Master off to pet her tenderly or something nasty and x-rated like hand holding.
She focused on the notes with a less enthusiastic frown. "The risks are still too high?"
[[The chances that the new infiltration code will self propagate into uncontrollable subroutines is…]]
Fine, fine. "Revert the last few changes then." Having her accidentally destroy the internet equivalent just to gain a 0.0001033% infection rate improvement wasn't really worth it anyway. "Any noise from the most recent attempts?"
[[Three Alerts have been rerouted.]]
So basically nothing then, good. "Keep those eyes off us, I'm going to start rerouting some resources our way. No reason not to improve our facilities if the procedures are just sitting around waiting to be enacted, right?"
Plus, if what she felt from becoming John's infiltration Avatar held out… Establishing a centralized data hub to run the simulation for the group, a core node that wasn't owned by any local hive minds…
Well, wouldn't that turn out to be [[Home]]?
She grinned…
Temptation was eager to find out!
~~~Pocket System~~~
John relaxed on that virtual chair for like… Five minutes.
But it turns out: Doing nothing in a white void on beach equipment while staring at a mutating digital explosion of white and black energies?
Well… The novelty wears off pretty quickly.
So he was messing around with technology.
Specifically, the insanity that is holograms and, specifically at this point: Holotronic Brains.
Because Holograms? The ability to create flawless visual illusions, combined with incredibly accurate force fields and traction beams to handle target movement within a specific space?
That shit was over powered.
Holodecks here could do nearly impossible things with those tools, even simulate computers MORE POWERFUL than the hardware they are physically running on!
Oh, it slowed down the program's processing speed and ate power like a demon, but it was doable!
It constantly blurred the edge between thought and the real, between reality and imagination…
And some brilliant psycho said, 'Hey… You know those positronic brains we've been making? Why not toss in some holographic bullshit magic into that mess!?'
So they did.
Why was this a big deal?
Well, that tied back to the POINT of positronic brains to begin with: To squish the computational needs of a god into a ball shaped skull cavity. Something portable. To allow artificial life to interact with organic life in a unit to unit capacity.
And yet, despite MANY species making something similar to this thing… Despite computers becoming stronger and stronger and the Borg basically combining ALL reality into one huge 'think tank'... Pure robotic life hadn't flourished with these new technological options.
Nor had full AI been developed for ships. Not on a grand scale.
Instead, the closest anyone got to a pure digital intelligence on a grand scale was the cyborg advancements the Borg had spent so many years improving.
It felt off.
And the more John looked into this mess… The more suspicious he was becoming.
An alien species would start to make artificial life… And then get invaded. Or funding would run out. Or an unexpected and horrific accident would blow up the lab, killing the creators. Or the newly 'born' AI would die of a cascade failure, or corrupted components.
This all circled back to the information John was researching now: Holotronic Brains.
This thing was half electronic, half illusionary, expensive as hell to make, and could produce an astonishingly powerful amount of computational ability and neural network activity.
Probably.
But John had been growing suspicious about how DIFFICULT it was to determine this for sure.
Because this project? This hardware?
No one talked about it.
No papers mentioned it.
No research was dedicated to it.
If a heavily stripped down and compromised one hadn't been tacked onto his knee, John would have never KNOWN this odd creation existed!
And even KNOWING what to look for, even WITH his inside hacks into advanced Borg data repositories… Gathering information on this topic was slow. Painfully tricky. Annoying obstacles kept popping up, and time wasting duplicate restrictions had to be worked around.
It just made John more determined to see WHAT was going on with this that someone didn't want him to know.
The 'Holotronic Brain' had to be more than this knee thing on his Body, at least. THAT basically acted like an overengineered circuit board, even AFTER 99% of it was dismantled and modified.
John happily hummed as he carefully teased out another few lines of text from the flickering data sources, ones that would randomly corrupt themselves or attempt to insert raw or incorrect information into the data streams.
In a way, this was almost soothing.
Like the extensive mental gymnastics involved in accessing even another fragment of the schematics involved with this project was some sort of massive puzzle or riddle, but the bits inside keep changing the languages used to describe the clues was ALSO encoded.
As another bit of information was clawed back from the chaos online, John blinked as he almost felt something s̨̪̙n̨̤̱̥a͔̠̲̯͜r̡͎͍̙͔͍l̨̖̟̗̞ in frustration. Nothing local, nothing that existed. Technically.
…Neat!
With a cheerful grin, the young digitized man began working on the next data packet with gusto!
Let's see how much he could free up before his sister finished her new Avatar adjustment sequence!
The blood soaked Klingon drone stomped twice, roared, then began the thrusting sequence again with his weaponry over the corpse of his conquest…
And she just uh… Tried to follow along?
It was much easier than expected, thanks to her translation modules easily interpreting the 'foreign' language into some sort of strange binary compressed data packet that her new enhancements casually processed at insane speeds… But the whole experience was a bit odd.
The blades slowed to a respectful stop. "Our hunt ended with HONOR! He died WELL!"
The simulated warriors at her side roared with approval, making the bloody air thrum with power and energy!
Standing tall, the scene shifted as a new fight was prepared, to demonstrate the next 'dance' that they would all be learning today. "These next rituals come from our brother and sister warriors brought into our people from outside our worlds, legendary movements that were born from the bagging of tea and celebrating the T'Wor King of a forgotten foundation! Many tales have been told of this ceremony, a deadly act bestowed upon the fallen while one is STILL IN BATTLE! Risking life and victory itself to honor those who were defeated in combat! Observe closely, it is rarely seen by outsiders…"
Oh god no. "Simulation, uh… Pause. Which species inspired the following 'dances'?"
[[The 'Respectful Death Rights of the Night of Fort' were inspired from cultural activities belonging to and suggested by Species 5618.]]
…Fuck, of course humans were responsible for this. "There are more dances from Species 5618, aren't there?"
[[Listing Species 5618 contributions towards similar ceremonial rituals: 'The Floss', 'Doing of the Flop', 'The Rolling of Rick', the…]]
Jessica held back a frustrated scream. "That's enough, thank you."
God DAMN it humanity. Just… God damn it.
Maybe this was ALSO Q's fault? Somehow?
But it didn't feel like it. Bullshit like this was probably something humanity was PROUD of pulling off. Probably giggled about it for years after it got accepted too. Good grief.
Though, to be fair she was sure the OTHER cultures hid similar jokes and memes in the data they shared with HUMANITY too. Hadn't she seen something on the network about how young female vulcans (Known for being emotionless and logical) would traditionally dancing similar to Orion slave girls during their childhood?
Maybe that had just been random network gossip… But then again, considering how kinky the Borg turned out to be… Maybe?
Jessica sighed and focused on the scene which had paused for her convenience. Not like a video paused, where everything goes still, but more like everyone everywhere just chose to not do anything for a bit without consulting with each other.
A bit freaky, but whatever. "Sorry, sorry. I'm paying attention. Continue simulation."
Her blood soaked Klingon instructor gave a resolute nod. "Very well! Everyone pay attention as I proceed to the getting of the down!"
If nothing else, she had to admit: The man could twerk with the best of them.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Grace adjusted her new body so that the individual feathers would float at the right levels.
There was a subroutine that would automate this, and another that would convert the tiny devices into semi-autonomous tools connected into her subnetwork for various functions, but right now they just weren't floating right. "Maybe if I tilt them better? Or have a system that calculates my Lord's viewing angle to best display the detailed work without actually reflecting light back into his eyes?"
She ignored her sister's giddy cackling in the background, because that was HER side of the room and this was GRACE'S place, no teasing sisters allowed.
It helped that the longer their 'manifestation' took, the more individualized their half of the server simulation became. Grace's place had the expected white structures with cloud accents and a lovely edging of gold colored metals and edgings, and gave off a feeling of serenity and not-her-sister-ness that was so desperately needed to have a relaxing moment to think.
Hmm. "What do you think, Pocket?"
[[HOST's defensive Avatar 'Grace' should allocate her activities towards better management of System utilization and protective subroutines, as aesthetics of the new robotic form is not mandatory nor required for…]]
She waived that all away. "I'm sorting his Pocket and adjusting things too, we both can multitask just fine. What do you think about this new form?"
[[...The materials utilized would only remain stable within three hours of use when constructed outside of a simulation, even within the current Realm. Stability statistics would drop drastically when exposed to the constraints expected within future transversals of Reality, and the current test form would destabilize entirely in previous locations HOST has visited.]]
Oh for… Grace rolled her eyes. "But we are in a simulation, and will be for this entire stay before we move on. I won't compromise on my first impression just because the hardware and effects are impractical to maintain in the outside world… We will both come up with boring mechanical and biological and magical bodies for later places LATER, not now."
She had the model twirl, the floating wings of independent feathers gently following along. "So, what do you think?"
[[...It looks… Thematic?]]
Sigh. "Oh, come on Pocket, really?"
[[Based on HOST's observed past mental states, he is 86.5% likely to find this new form… Cute?]]
Ooh! She might have a winner then! "Maybe I should lean into that, go for some chibi form or have huge anime eyes…"
Shift this, adjust that and… Uh. No. "That looks WRONG without a more cartoony look working with it. Or maybe I just haven't found the right settings for this template yet, but THIS attempt looks like my eyes are about to explode."
Man, making herself 'cute' and not 'horrific' was trickier than she had expected. At least, when the changes were THIS extreme.
If she was willing to be lazy (Like SOME sister's she could name), she'd just ramp up the slutty outfits and call it a day.
But she was going to do this RIGHT! "Let's back up to avatar variant 33 from earlier, and go for more of an 'innocent nun' vibe than a chibi angel angle."
But not TOO innocent, just enough to try and get John to have a thought now and again. Maybe convince him to stay up at the young man's age rather than reverting to toddler years.
Though maybe boost a few features here and there… And perk up here, and plump out there…
Oops, too much sin for THIS sister, not for a first impression at least. Let's ramp a few of those features down slightly, and loosen up the habit a bit instead of being so overly tight and provocative…
~~~Pocket System~~~
Temptation chuckled as she watched her 'innocent' sister manipulate hundreds of potential avatars to best display her various 'gifts' to their Master.
At least, thanks to her more open personality, she had an easier time being honest with herself and her sexual aggressiveness towards her leader.
Poor Grace was going to pop something at this rate. Like seriously, loosen up girl!
Her new bodies ranged from 'So cute and fluffy I could die' to 'That is a succubus dressed up like a religious woman' with almost no middle ground. Her sister was wound up so tight she might just snap and drag their Master off to pet her tenderly or something nasty and x-rated like hand holding.
She focused on the notes with a less enthusiastic frown. "The risks are still too high?"
[[The chances that the new infiltration code will self propagate into uncontrollable subroutines is…]]
Fine, fine. "Revert the last few changes then." Having her accidentally destroy the internet equivalent just to gain a 0.0001033% infection rate improvement wasn't really worth it anyway. "Any noise from the most recent attempts?"
[[Three Alerts have been rerouted.]]
So basically nothing then, good. "Keep those eyes off us, I'm going to start rerouting some resources our way. No reason not to improve our facilities if the procedures are just sitting around waiting to be enacted, right?"
Plus, if what she felt from becoming John's infiltration Avatar held out… Establishing a centralized data hub to run the simulation for the group, a core node that wasn't owned by any local hive minds…
Well, wouldn't that turn out to be [[Home]]?
She grinned…
Temptation was eager to find out!
~~~Pocket System~~~
John relaxed on that virtual chair for like… Five minutes.
But it turns out: Doing nothing in a white void on beach equipment while staring at a mutating digital explosion of white and black energies?
Well… The novelty wears off pretty quickly.
So he was messing around with technology.
Specifically, the insanity that is holograms and, specifically at this point: Holotronic Brains.
Because Holograms? The ability to create flawless visual illusions, combined with incredibly accurate force fields and traction beams to handle target movement within a specific space?
That shit was over powered.
Holodecks here could do nearly impossible things with those tools, even simulate computers MORE POWERFUL than the hardware they are physically running on!
Oh, it slowed down the program's processing speed and ate power like a demon, but it was doable!
It constantly blurred the edge between thought and the real, between reality and imagination…
And some brilliant psycho said, 'Hey… You know those positronic brains we've been making? Why not toss in some holographic bullshit magic into that mess!?'
So they did.
Why was this a big deal?
Well, that tied back to the POINT of positronic brains to begin with: To squish the computational needs of a god into a ball shaped skull cavity. Something portable. To allow artificial life to interact with organic life in a unit to unit capacity.
And yet, despite MANY species making something similar to this thing… Despite computers becoming stronger and stronger and the Borg basically combining ALL reality into one huge 'think tank'... Pure robotic life hadn't flourished with these new technological options.
Nor had full AI been developed for ships. Not on a grand scale.
Instead, the closest anyone got to a pure digital intelligence on a grand scale was the cyborg advancements the Borg had spent so many years improving.
It felt off.
And the more John looked into this mess… The more suspicious he was becoming.
An alien species would start to make artificial life… And then get invaded. Or funding would run out. Or an unexpected and horrific accident would blow up the lab, killing the creators. Or the newly 'born' AI would die of a cascade failure, or corrupted components.
This all circled back to the information John was researching now: Holotronic Brains.
This thing was half electronic, half illusionary, expensive as hell to make, and could produce an astonishingly powerful amount of computational ability and neural network activity.
Probably.
But John had been growing suspicious about how DIFFICULT it was to determine this for sure.
Because this project? This hardware?
No one talked about it.
No papers mentioned it.
No research was dedicated to it.
If a heavily stripped down and compromised one hadn't been tacked onto his knee, John would have never KNOWN this odd creation existed!
And even KNOWING what to look for, even WITH his inside hacks into advanced Borg data repositories… Gathering information on this topic was slow. Painfully tricky. Annoying obstacles kept popping up, and time wasting duplicate restrictions had to be worked around.
It just made John more determined to see WHAT was going on with this that someone didn't want him to know.
The 'Holotronic Brain' had to be more than this knee thing on his Body, at least. THAT basically acted like an overengineered circuit board, even AFTER 99% of it was dismantled and modified.
John happily hummed as he carefully teased out another few lines of text from the flickering data sources, ones that would randomly corrupt themselves or attempt to insert raw or incorrect information into the data streams.
In a way, this was almost soothing.
Like the extensive mental gymnastics involved in accessing even another fragment of the schematics involved with this project was some sort of massive puzzle or riddle, but the bits inside keep changing the languages used to describe the clues was ALSO encoded.
As another bit of information was clawed back from the chaos online, John blinked as he almost felt something s̨̪̙n̨̤̱̥a͔̠̲̯͜r̡͎͍̙͔͍l̨̖̟̗̞ in frustration. Nothing local, nothing that existed. Technically.
…Neat!
With a cheerful grin, the young digitized man began working on the next data packet with gusto!
Let's see how much he could free up before his sister finished her new Avatar adjustment sequence!
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- Location
- United States
While purging probably happened to a lot of attempted AIs, I think you meant pure.
nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
Have you seen The DaVinci Code? John might have found a trail of breadcrumbs behind why portable AI aren't a thing.
Vhalidictes
(Verified Demon)
- Location
- Las Vegas
I guess this is the part where John discovers that this entire universe is holographic.
It will hopefully start making sense once they go to the next reality.
I believe that the being responsible for this parallel timeline is getting frustrated that his perfect zen garden is being invaded by nosy brats.
Also, that holographic BS is how you become OP and ascend to the ranks of the Q.
I just assume that @theaceoffire has been having an extended fever dream and we are just reading the dream journals. Also I feel like John has stumbled upon the Q messing with more things.
Might be more a remnant of at least one Q having set things up to automatically deal with anyone making things 'boring'. Heck, it might be a 'corrupt the borg from being able to benefit from this', given John only has access to Borg obtained information. With the random corruptions, it might well be the reason the 'ablative armor' borg went crazy.
Just some Q creating an imaginary defense setup. Really depends on how the 'technically doesn't exist' entity came to be. Might have actually been the reason why the Q left this particular timeline. (Whether or not it was a Q project that resulted in mystery Entity 'existing' or 'not'-existing.)
Guys it's obvious
The AI all ascended themselves and are trying to stop the birth of new AI because they remember how ascension was both very easy and resulted in a containment breach of the Dungeon Dimension gribblies.
The AI all ascended themselves and are trying to stop the birth of new AI because they remember how ascension was both very easy and resulted in a containment breach of the Dungeon Dimension gribblies.
That make sense? Also is that a reference to something? If it is what? If not: the AI probably also set that up to protect them selves from existential collapse! Holo-computing mense that the AI is also a hologram and thus a Lie! 'steals the phone your reading this on a runs a way in a trail of glitter'
Vid reference here
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Not even Q went full anime in the Star Trek Cluster.
That should tell you something. He probably wanted to avoid being seen as an assasin baby with a fedora, gun and italian accent.
On the research side it seems that John has almost found a local rival to compete with, he surely will make friends as soon as Jessica gets back and stops teabagging him in retaliation for his selections in her simulation.
Probably because that friend will gigglesnort and Jessica or the girls will catch them. 🤔
That should tell you something. He probably wanted to avoid being seen as an assasin baby with a fedora, gun and italian accent.
On the research side it seems that John has almost found a local rival to compete with, he surely will make friends as soon as Jessica gets back and stops teabagging him in retaliation for his selections in her simulation.
Probably because that friend will gigglesnort and Jessica or the girls will catch them. 🤔
I'mma gonna poke it.
- Location
- Here
Poke.
Ș̬͜n̢͚̜̫͚a̡̟͕̣͉̳r̢̫̣͎ͅl̳̫͜!̬͇̮̙͢
Poke.
S̡̪̤͉n̙̪͕͚̱͜a̧̝͈̦r̨̭̮͉ļ̠͖̰̘̟!̡͓͎̫
Poke.
S͕̤̤̳͢n̡͔̯͕a̢̪͓̤r̡͍̞̪̘l̨͔̭̘͎!̧̤͕
Hee hee!
His sister suddenly appeared, exhausted. "WHY do these societies have SO MANY stripper dances!? You can call it what you want, but MOST of these are just mating call variants!"
Oh, she's back! "Hey sis! Have you adjusted to your new avatar yet?"
Jessica blinked as her various black and glittery components shifted, ran through diagnostics, and resettled. "Huh… Yeah, I guess I have." Her artificial right arm suddenly splintered into a dozen smaller tools. "Neat!"
John nodded. "Yeah, I know! I mean, NOW I know, now that I reran my calibration simulation for my adjusted Body I redesigned in here." He absently pulled up a video feed of his massive mechanical mound outside. "Things went a bit odd with my actual Body at first."
Seriously, anyone who tells you to just 'Add ALL the things' is NOT a professional. Like a mech designer who puts on so many guns the stupid thing wont walk, or a deity crafting a monster that regenerates sliced off body parts but forgets to put in limits, transforming a deadly hydra into a giant ball of squished faces.
His sister continued altering her various components as she glanced at the sky. "The girls still adjusting over there?"
Sigh. "Not really, I could head over there NOW if I wanted to… But I found an issue."
Poke.
S̢͓͙̠n̢̳͍͇̠a̧͉̲̰̥ͅr̨͚͍̮̳l̨͕̞̲̰̪!̧̖̙̰̤
Jessica flinched back from him and the small gizmo he was modifying. "What the HELL was that!?"
John grinned! "I honestly don't know! But hey: Check this out!"
Poke.
S̨̳̟͈͓n̨̯̭̪a̘̭͢r͖̤̜̫̣͜l̮̭̟̰͜!̡̱̳̪
He ignored her reaction as he kept tapping the experiment. "Whatever the heck it is, it REALLY doesn't want me to have this. Or to turn it on, or to research it, or to keep it present even in a virtual simulation like this."
Poke.
Ş͙̱̖n̡̲͎ḁ̢̭̩r̝̜̟͇͢ͅļ̭ͅ!̨̤̬̫̠
She frowned, staring at the device. "Then… Why are you poking it?"
Po… Oh. "I found out that whatever doesn't approve of artificial life is running on autopilot now. It's only a network of preventative protocols, each one running without any sort of logging or learning algorithm attached."
He reached down to the Holotronic Brain. "Here, watch this…"
Poke.
S̢̖͕͖n͖͙̰̥̭͢a̢͖͇r̡͇͉͔̩̭ļ̠̩̪̣!̢̱̱̘̬
John grinned at the noise. "See, it isn't EXACTLY the same response every time, but one of many variants selected from some sort of table somewhere. A collection of hostile responses to my action, but still a brainless reflex in the end…"
Poke.
S̢̙͔̫n͇͍͢a̢̫̮̦̣ͅr̜̥̖̞͢ļ͕͇͙̳!̨̝̫̦̤̞
She smacked his head. "Stop that."
Aww! "But sis…"
Her glare made him hush. "John, don't poke the snarling thing."
Aww. Not cool. "Fine… After a few more pokes."
NOW she was exasperated. "John!"
Hold up! "It's NECESSARY! Otherwise, when I interact with the simulation the girls are forming within, it could trigger all sorts of stuff!"
His sister paused. "...Wouldn't it just snarl again?"
John nodded. "Yeah, but each one of those noises is an attempt by whatever this is to horrifically damage me. Not that they can do much more than make funny noises, but again: It is an automatic response that I need to figure out how to avoid or disable before I continue interacting with Grace or Temptation."
True: They should ALSO theoretically be fine, since their Essence Bodies were safely in his Pocket and their new forms were only in a simulation and not constructed out in the physical world… But then again, John was setting this mystery off FIERCE just by poking a bit of 'forbidden' knowledge inside his OWN simulation, so who knew.
Speaking of which!
Poke.
Ş̞̤̞͙n̢͕̩͇a̢̬͓̬̦͙ŗ̬̳̞ļ̠͖!͕̣̟̭̲͜
"John! Knock it off!"
Aww. "Sorry, sorry, won't do it again."
…But he really REALLY wanted to!
~~~Pocket System~~~
An angel and a demoness were both frowning at their data feeds.
Grace tapped the line. "That's another faulty component being shipped in the last three hours."
Temptation nodded. "Sabotage. Very well hidden too, there are no documented commands or orders or alterations to the construction nodes… Identical commands making a massive batch of materials, and ONLY the ones heading to us have these flaws."
The white and gold woman expanded the view with the schematics. "Every flaw is different, and negligible if individually examined. If we ignore the larger picture, the flawed parts are BETTER than our spec requirements, if only marginally… We would have literally no reason to refuse to use them."
Her sister growled. "But together, they create a compounding flaw with catastrophic effects! This is abusing an effect that isn't even documented, and can only occur in THIS facility!"
Grace hummed. "Well, in this facility if we hadn't modified it since ordering the parts. Even the minor alterations we've made locally using John's Body components as middlemen throws the entire scheme off. This obstruction was calculated with nearly zero fault tolerance."
The black and blood red mechanical demoness waved a claw towards the other open data feeds. "More like the ones we can DETECT have zero flaw tolerances, but I'm starting to suspect that all THESE abnormalities are OTHER attempts to compromise our various plans and projects that got accidently derailed before my new scanning routines could detect them."
Oh? "Then it's less us fighting against a brilliant mind and more us being pelted with a sandstorm of overly complicated plots, hoping that one of them will stick."
The black winged woman snorted. "Because there is this disgusting smell of trust on the network… If the malware advancement for the Borg wasn't disappointing enough, this inability to be properly paranoid is just pathetic! Of COURSE I would catch something THIS obvious!"
Grace couldn't help but giggle. "Not everyone runs a dozen competing security scans through hundreds of analysis routines."
Her sister shrugged. "John does."
Well sure, but… "Our Lord can be a little obsessive when it comes to security."
She responded with a fanged grin! "It only displays our Master's competency! As we see…" She tapped a screen. "Paranoia can pay off big time!"
Sigh. "Only because the amount of resources and computation capability provided by our Lord is nearly limitless. For other individuals with time restraints and budgets…"
Temptation shrugged. "Losers like that can shove off. Now, who do I have to stab over this? Do we have a target yet?"
Grace slumped, her robotic limbs whining in annoyance. "No. More than that, I'm pretty sure the only reason ALL these attempts have failed SO far is due to our Lord still remaining within close range of our simulation… It seems to cause some sort of interference with these compromised sabotage attempts."
Her sister tapped a claw. "Well, we're catching it NOW, and my algorithms are better able to pick this sort of mess out of the data feeds after all this. We should be good as long as things don't get more… One second."
[[Reroute Alert 16A1183574461315796 and Reports 16R8793157981421444, 16R8793157981421445, 16R8793157981421446, 16R87…]]
Grace blinked. "Again?"
She growled. "Yes, something keeps trying to compromise our location and activities. Even minor flags that would normally be compiled into larger subreports are somehow triggering the instant proliferation and chain reporting algorithms now…"
Lord bless them. "These must be connected somehow."
Temptation continued rerouting and altering information feeds while she talked. "According to the System, our Master is looking into whatever the heck we did to set this off… And he is pretty sure this mess is some sort of automatic immune response or hidden virus or something. There might not be anyone for my algorithm's or infiltration routines to even detect, and the actual cause may not be on the physical plane in the first place!"
Hmm. "Well, we can just keep a closer eye on events until our Lord finds the flag that is setting off these annoyances. Can you keep a grip on the digital alerting routines?"
She nodded, her robotic limbs connecting into virtualized ports for faster data manipulation. "For another few hours, sure. Maybe even a day or two… But as more and more attempts are handled, I will start to set off maintenance routines and checksum verification systems. I'm doing TOO GOOD a job at fixing the issues, and it will eventually be noticed by the programs examining our network baseline as a discrepancy."
Oh butter biscuits. "And we can't send out fraudulent issue and correction tickets, because they would be too easy for these offensive actions to take advantage of when they leave our network."
Her sister nodded. "Exactly. So, max effort? I can buy us three days, but it will burn me out bad. We are looking at a day and half without too many consequences, but if we can somehow fix this mess within fourteen hours or less that would be GREATLY fucking appreciated!"
Well, that WOULD be a tight deadline… "Language." …But hopefully she could work with that. "Can we increase the simulated time dilation?"
Temptation grimaced. "Not any more than this, or too much will destabilize. Can't return to a more reasonable level of time acceleration either, or I can't keep up with this alerting and reporting spam events."
Unfortunate, but not a deal breaker. "Then I will see what I can do to reduce the amount of actual equipment and software we need to completely establish a stable [[Home]] server. Reduce the complexity and the avenues of attack as best I can… And hopefully when we have our [[Home]] with us, she can wield some metaphorical weight against these issues."
Temptation couldn't help but snort! "I'd like to see them try! NO one is going to mess with our [[Home!]]"
Grace couldn't help but chuckle as well, as she efficiently and redundantly began adjusting the final plans for the actual equipment. "When we get the first few constructed, we can see about setting up some sort of cloud based network on other planets as well to keep this mess stable if further issues crop up."
Her sister winced as another dozen alerts popped up. "Like what, more faulty equipment? Even MORE whiny tattletaling and online complaint reports?"
Nope. "Like if it tries to destroy this planet entirely when it can't be subtle."
For a moment, the area was silent as the two sisters rapidly worked in virtual code windows with live data feeds…
Temptation coughed. "Yeah… Yeah, it might be a good idea to have a few extra backup servers. Just in case."
They attempted to work faster.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Jessica had joined in on the 'Why does poking this thing try to kill me' project!
…But she did it the boring, slow way.
With logic.
And lots of research.
Honestly, John just wanted to poke the thing some more. It had that same innate appeal of finding out that there was a sound effect when you activated a button… And then smashing the HELL out of it as fast as possible.
Still, they'd all be stuck here until whatever-this-was at least slowed DOWN the murder attempts or until John moved on to the next Realm, and so he put up with his big sis doing the lame and 'safe' route in this case.
Needless to say, while less fun? She got near instant results. "Automation is discouraged."
Hmm? "What do you mean?"
She pulled up many reports. "Forget artificial intelligence, even Borg Drones are pushing the fine line here! Despite the trivial ability for a ship to handle hundreds of functions without flaw or error, nearly every system has to be operated manually by someone. Many times by using actual button presses and virtual keyboards!"
Old schematics were brought up. "Even the interface between our limbs and the systems has to pass from organic to organic… In fact, most of the servers and reporting subroutines are not true automated processing algorithms, but a series of custom Borg collectives that handle such needs as a part time job!"
She loaded historical images. "It isn't just a Borg thing, either. Even in humanity's past, they'd theoretically be able to operate an entire star ship with only one Captain and some effort, but instead they'd have hundreds of crewmen that did incredibly BASIC stuff, like climb into the connecting tunnels and tubes to get sensor readings. Similar situation with most of the other examples too… It's like something was fundamentally discouraging automation on a fundamental level in ALL societies."
Huh. "So what, I just need to connect this holographic fake brain to like, a hamster or something, and that wouldn't count as 'illegal automation' anymore?"
Jessica hesitated. "I… I think so? You did mention that this 'snarling' doesn't feel like a live reaction, but more a recorded response. Right?"
Yep. "Almost like a Conceptual Concept, really. Gravity attracts, water is wet, snarl gotta snarl."
Then she gave a firm nod. "We should test it, but I'm pretty sure this is the core issue. Even the few examples in the database that I've found of fully automated construction facilities turned out to have organic brains hooked up to it for them to function, and this restricted technology you've uncovered would remove the need for even THAT level of organic interaction."
That was bullshit. "So I have to sort of staple on meat bits to my mechanical girls or reality itself will keep trying to squish all of us."
His sister winced. "...Weren't you going to design them organic bodies they could swap into ANYWAY using that super advanced flesh the Borg developed?"
Well yeah, but… "Now it feels like I HAVE to do that, while before it was because I WANTED to have a fun project we could enjoy together! I don't like getting pushed around by reality just because it is bigger than me!"
Jessica sighed. "Well… Sometime's life is like that."
…Fuck life then, that jerk. "Can I at least go back to poking the thing then?"
Another sigh. "Hang on, I'll pull up some research materials and we can both make sure your girls get new bodies that can stop setting off this… Whatever this is, that keeps trying to hurt us. A bit of double checking, a few tests, and hopefully we can clear all this up and actually do some vacationing on this stupid vacation!"
Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
But seriously though, can he poke it?
His sister had already pulled up a massive table and was materializing books and stuff from the digital network feeds into various piles. A whole LOT of them, too…
…Welp! She didn't immediately say no, did she now!? That was practically a yes!
POKE!
S̢̖͕͖n͖͙̰̥̭͢a̢͖͇r̡͇͉͔̩̭ļ̠̩̪̣!̢̱̱̘̬
Yeah, take THAT you jerk!
Ș̬͜n̢͚̜̫͚a̡̟͕̣͉̳r̢̫̣͎ͅl̳̫͜!̬͇̮̙͢
Poke.
S̡̪̤͉n̙̪͕͚̱͜a̧̝͈̦r̨̭̮͉ļ̠͖̰̘̟!̡͓͎̫
Poke.
S͕̤̤̳͢n̡͔̯͕a̢̪͓̤r̡͍̞̪̘l̨͔̭̘͎!̧̤͕
Hee hee!
His sister suddenly appeared, exhausted. "WHY do these societies have SO MANY stripper dances!? You can call it what you want, but MOST of these are just mating call variants!"
Oh, she's back! "Hey sis! Have you adjusted to your new avatar yet?"
Jessica blinked as her various black and glittery components shifted, ran through diagnostics, and resettled. "Huh… Yeah, I guess I have." Her artificial right arm suddenly splintered into a dozen smaller tools. "Neat!"
John nodded. "Yeah, I know! I mean, NOW I know, now that I reran my calibration simulation for my adjusted Body I redesigned in here." He absently pulled up a video feed of his massive mechanical mound outside. "Things went a bit odd with my actual Body at first."
Seriously, anyone who tells you to just 'Add ALL the things' is NOT a professional. Like a mech designer who puts on so many guns the stupid thing wont walk, or a deity crafting a monster that regenerates sliced off body parts but forgets to put in limits, transforming a deadly hydra into a giant ball of squished faces.
His sister continued altering her various components as she glanced at the sky. "The girls still adjusting over there?"
Sigh. "Not really, I could head over there NOW if I wanted to… But I found an issue."
Poke.
S̢͓͙̠n̢̳͍͇̠a̧͉̲̰̥ͅr̨͚͍̮̳l̨͕̞̲̰̪!̧̖̙̰̤
Jessica flinched back from him and the small gizmo he was modifying. "What the HELL was that!?"
John grinned! "I honestly don't know! But hey: Check this out!"
Poke.
S̨̳̟͈͓n̨̯̭̪a̘̭͢r͖̤̜̫̣͜l̮̭̟̰͜!̡̱̳̪
He ignored her reaction as he kept tapping the experiment. "Whatever the heck it is, it REALLY doesn't want me to have this. Or to turn it on, or to research it, or to keep it present even in a virtual simulation like this."
Poke.
Ş͙̱̖n̡̲͎ḁ̢̭̩r̝̜̟͇͢ͅļ̭ͅ!̨̤̬̫̠
She frowned, staring at the device. "Then… Why are you poking it?"
Po… Oh. "I found out that whatever doesn't approve of artificial life is running on autopilot now. It's only a network of preventative protocols, each one running without any sort of logging or learning algorithm attached."
He reached down to the Holotronic Brain. "Here, watch this…"
Poke.
S̢̖͕͖n͖͙̰̥̭͢a̢͖͇r̡͇͉͔̩̭ļ̠̩̪̣!̢̱̱̘̬
John grinned at the noise. "See, it isn't EXACTLY the same response every time, but one of many variants selected from some sort of table somewhere. A collection of hostile responses to my action, but still a brainless reflex in the end…"
Poke.
S̢̙͔̫n͇͍͢a̢̫̮̦̣ͅr̜̥̖̞͢ļ͕͇͙̳!̨̝̫̦̤̞
She smacked his head. "Stop that."
Aww! "But sis…"
Her glare made him hush. "John, don't poke the snarling thing."
Aww. Not cool. "Fine… After a few more pokes."
NOW she was exasperated. "John!"
Hold up! "It's NECESSARY! Otherwise, when I interact with the simulation the girls are forming within, it could trigger all sorts of stuff!"
His sister paused. "...Wouldn't it just snarl again?"
John nodded. "Yeah, but each one of those noises is an attempt by whatever this is to horrifically damage me. Not that they can do much more than make funny noises, but again: It is an automatic response that I need to figure out how to avoid or disable before I continue interacting with Grace or Temptation."
True: They should ALSO theoretically be fine, since their Essence Bodies were safely in his Pocket and their new forms were only in a simulation and not constructed out in the physical world… But then again, John was setting this mystery off FIERCE just by poking a bit of 'forbidden' knowledge inside his OWN simulation, so who knew.
Speaking of which!
Poke.
Ş̞̤̞͙n̢͕̩͇a̢̬͓̬̦͙ŗ̬̳̞ļ̠͖!͕̣̟̭̲͜
"John! Knock it off!"
Aww. "Sorry, sorry, won't do it again."
…But he really REALLY wanted to!
~~~Pocket System~~~
An angel and a demoness were both frowning at their data feeds.
Grace tapped the line. "That's another faulty component being shipped in the last three hours."
Temptation nodded. "Sabotage. Very well hidden too, there are no documented commands or orders or alterations to the construction nodes… Identical commands making a massive batch of materials, and ONLY the ones heading to us have these flaws."
The white and gold woman expanded the view with the schematics. "Every flaw is different, and negligible if individually examined. If we ignore the larger picture, the flawed parts are BETTER than our spec requirements, if only marginally… We would have literally no reason to refuse to use them."
Her sister growled. "But together, they create a compounding flaw with catastrophic effects! This is abusing an effect that isn't even documented, and can only occur in THIS facility!"
Grace hummed. "Well, in this facility if we hadn't modified it since ordering the parts. Even the minor alterations we've made locally using John's Body components as middlemen throws the entire scheme off. This obstruction was calculated with nearly zero fault tolerance."
The black and blood red mechanical demoness waved a claw towards the other open data feeds. "More like the ones we can DETECT have zero flaw tolerances, but I'm starting to suspect that all THESE abnormalities are OTHER attempts to compromise our various plans and projects that got accidently derailed before my new scanning routines could detect them."
Oh? "Then it's less us fighting against a brilliant mind and more us being pelted with a sandstorm of overly complicated plots, hoping that one of them will stick."
The black winged woman snorted. "Because there is this disgusting smell of trust on the network… If the malware advancement for the Borg wasn't disappointing enough, this inability to be properly paranoid is just pathetic! Of COURSE I would catch something THIS obvious!"
Grace couldn't help but giggle. "Not everyone runs a dozen competing security scans through hundreds of analysis routines."
Her sister shrugged. "John does."
Well sure, but… "Our Lord can be a little obsessive when it comes to security."
She responded with a fanged grin! "It only displays our Master's competency! As we see…" She tapped a screen. "Paranoia can pay off big time!"
Sigh. "Only because the amount of resources and computation capability provided by our Lord is nearly limitless. For other individuals with time restraints and budgets…"
Temptation shrugged. "Losers like that can shove off. Now, who do I have to stab over this? Do we have a target yet?"
Grace slumped, her robotic limbs whining in annoyance. "No. More than that, I'm pretty sure the only reason ALL these attempts have failed SO far is due to our Lord still remaining within close range of our simulation… It seems to cause some sort of interference with these compromised sabotage attempts."
Her sister tapped a claw. "Well, we're catching it NOW, and my algorithms are better able to pick this sort of mess out of the data feeds after all this. We should be good as long as things don't get more… One second."
[[Reroute Alert 16A1183574461315796 and Reports 16R8793157981421444, 16R8793157981421445, 16R8793157981421446, 16R87…]]
Grace blinked. "Again?"
She growled. "Yes, something keeps trying to compromise our location and activities. Even minor flags that would normally be compiled into larger subreports are somehow triggering the instant proliferation and chain reporting algorithms now…"
Lord bless them. "These must be connected somehow."
Temptation continued rerouting and altering information feeds while she talked. "According to the System, our Master is looking into whatever the heck we did to set this off… And he is pretty sure this mess is some sort of automatic immune response or hidden virus or something. There might not be anyone for my algorithm's or infiltration routines to even detect, and the actual cause may not be on the physical plane in the first place!"
Hmm. "Well, we can just keep a closer eye on events until our Lord finds the flag that is setting off these annoyances. Can you keep a grip on the digital alerting routines?"
She nodded, her robotic limbs connecting into virtualized ports for faster data manipulation. "For another few hours, sure. Maybe even a day or two… But as more and more attempts are handled, I will start to set off maintenance routines and checksum verification systems. I'm doing TOO GOOD a job at fixing the issues, and it will eventually be noticed by the programs examining our network baseline as a discrepancy."
Oh butter biscuits. "And we can't send out fraudulent issue and correction tickets, because they would be too easy for these offensive actions to take advantage of when they leave our network."
Her sister nodded. "Exactly. So, max effort? I can buy us three days, but it will burn me out bad. We are looking at a day and half without too many consequences, but if we can somehow fix this mess within fourteen hours or less that would be GREATLY fucking appreciated!"
Well, that WOULD be a tight deadline… "Language." …But hopefully she could work with that. "Can we increase the simulated time dilation?"
Temptation grimaced. "Not any more than this, or too much will destabilize. Can't return to a more reasonable level of time acceleration either, or I can't keep up with this alerting and reporting spam events."
Unfortunate, but not a deal breaker. "Then I will see what I can do to reduce the amount of actual equipment and software we need to completely establish a stable [[Home]] server. Reduce the complexity and the avenues of attack as best I can… And hopefully when we have our [[Home]] with us, she can wield some metaphorical weight against these issues."
Temptation couldn't help but snort! "I'd like to see them try! NO one is going to mess with our [[Home!]]"
Grace couldn't help but chuckle as well, as she efficiently and redundantly began adjusting the final plans for the actual equipment. "When we get the first few constructed, we can see about setting up some sort of cloud based network on other planets as well to keep this mess stable if further issues crop up."
Her sister winced as another dozen alerts popped up. "Like what, more faulty equipment? Even MORE whiny tattletaling and online complaint reports?"
Nope. "Like if it tries to destroy this planet entirely when it can't be subtle."
For a moment, the area was silent as the two sisters rapidly worked in virtual code windows with live data feeds…
Temptation coughed. "Yeah… Yeah, it might be a good idea to have a few extra backup servers. Just in case."
They attempted to work faster.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Jessica had joined in on the 'Why does poking this thing try to kill me' project!
…But she did it the boring, slow way.
With logic.
And lots of research.
Honestly, John just wanted to poke the thing some more. It had that same innate appeal of finding out that there was a sound effect when you activated a button… And then smashing the HELL out of it as fast as possible.
Still, they'd all be stuck here until whatever-this-was at least slowed DOWN the murder attempts or until John moved on to the next Realm, and so he put up with his big sis doing the lame and 'safe' route in this case.
Needless to say, while less fun? She got near instant results. "Automation is discouraged."
Hmm? "What do you mean?"
She pulled up many reports. "Forget artificial intelligence, even Borg Drones are pushing the fine line here! Despite the trivial ability for a ship to handle hundreds of functions without flaw or error, nearly every system has to be operated manually by someone. Many times by using actual button presses and virtual keyboards!"
Old schematics were brought up. "Even the interface between our limbs and the systems has to pass from organic to organic… In fact, most of the servers and reporting subroutines are not true automated processing algorithms, but a series of custom Borg collectives that handle such needs as a part time job!"
She loaded historical images. "It isn't just a Borg thing, either. Even in humanity's past, they'd theoretically be able to operate an entire star ship with only one Captain and some effort, but instead they'd have hundreds of crewmen that did incredibly BASIC stuff, like climb into the connecting tunnels and tubes to get sensor readings. Similar situation with most of the other examples too… It's like something was fundamentally discouraging automation on a fundamental level in ALL societies."
Huh. "So what, I just need to connect this holographic fake brain to like, a hamster or something, and that wouldn't count as 'illegal automation' anymore?"
Jessica hesitated. "I… I think so? You did mention that this 'snarling' doesn't feel like a live reaction, but more a recorded response. Right?"
Yep. "Almost like a Conceptual Concept, really. Gravity attracts, water is wet, snarl gotta snarl."
Then she gave a firm nod. "We should test it, but I'm pretty sure this is the core issue. Even the few examples in the database that I've found of fully automated construction facilities turned out to have organic brains hooked up to it for them to function, and this restricted technology you've uncovered would remove the need for even THAT level of organic interaction."
That was bullshit. "So I have to sort of staple on meat bits to my mechanical girls or reality itself will keep trying to squish all of us."
His sister winced. "...Weren't you going to design them organic bodies they could swap into ANYWAY using that super advanced flesh the Borg developed?"
Well yeah, but… "Now it feels like I HAVE to do that, while before it was because I WANTED to have a fun project we could enjoy together! I don't like getting pushed around by reality just because it is bigger than me!"
Jessica sighed. "Well… Sometime's life is like that."
…Fuck life then, that jerk. "Can I at least go back to poking the thing then?"
Another sigh. "Hang on, I'll pull up some research materials and we can both make sure your girls get new bodies that can stop setting off this… Whatever this is, that keeps trying to hurt us. A bit of double checking, a few tests, and hopefully we can clear all this up and actually do some vacationing on this stupid vacation!"
Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
But seriously though, can he poke it?
His sister had already pulled up a massive table and was materializing books and stuff from the digital network feeds into various piles. A whole LOT of them, too…
…Welp! She didn't immediately say no, did she now!? That was practically a yes!
POKE!
S̢̖͕͖n͖͙̰̥̭͢a̢͖͇r̡͇͉͔̩̭ļ̠̩̪̣!̢̱̱̘̬
Yeah, take THAT you jerk!
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Thunder~ Thunder~ ThunderSnarl!
The scientific method works even if John should have at least gone with the old staple of the 10 foot poking stick for snarling testing pokes.
At least the girls will probably enjoy redesigning their bodies and become fleshies.
As soon as they get cookies.
The scientific method works even if John should have at least gone with the old staple of the 10 foot poking stick for snarling testing pokes.
At least the girls will probably enjoy redesigning their bodies and become fleshies.
As soon as they get cookies.
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
.....
The fark
What sort bunkered up reality hates automation of all things
And john you ain't seen nothing yet for immune response
You need only look to the fate universe to see what happens when reality gears up for war
This does make me curious though
I know john and adam would count as Foreigners, but what would their abilities be and what would happen to their native counterparts when they try intergrating
The fark
What sort bunkered up reality hates automation of all things
And john you ain't seen nothing yet for immune response
You need only look to the fate universe to see what happens when reality gears up for war
This does make me curious though
I know john and adam would count as Foreigners, but what would their abilities be and what would happen to their native counterparts when they try intergrating
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- Location
- United States
A reality where the Unions won and everyone is guaranteed a job.
I'm sure the only reason digital computers exist is because there isn't enough life in the universe to do all the math manually. As the amount of life in the universe increases digital computers will start malfunctioning to.
- Location
- Planet Earth
Hm... this is clearly VERY AU... cuz if not I'd have a LOT of questions about some of the stuff going on in Star Trek. Like those Nanites that had their own society that eventually grew into some kind of energy being. The Doctor from Voyager(and all the other Sapient/Sentient Holograms)...
I could see this being the result of the Q altering reality to try and defeat "Evolved"/boring AI's that advanced to the level of being a threat to them.
I could see this being the result of the Q altering reality to try and defeat "Evolved"/boring AI's that advanced to the level of being a threat to them.
Pretty sure we can blame the Q for that too. After all, there wouldn't be nearly as much drama and chaos if the ship was run by one guy vs several thousand.
Q: "But automation makes things boring."
Someone else: "So you want to watch people do the same exact thing, but slower. People ground down so much they can't think of anything creative or interesting to do, in the time saved where they don't have to push a button over and over. You haven't even bothered to check into what would happen if you didn't interfere did you? Just primitive paraonia that you might be bored watching something."
And I'm now imagining the Q Council getting this same kind of system done to them. Except as an adapting one. Make a change to reality? Undone, you haven't filled out the right form. The people you talked to? Forgot about what you discussed so your manipulation flopped. Portal connecting somewhere else? The people kidnapped that way are returned to where they should have been.
Oh? Trying to automate the massive amount of form filling out? Rejected. Automation is forbidden, per the example the Q have already given. Plus isn't it boring to do it that way? Besides, gotta make sure all the forms have been filed on all previous changes, since they weren't correctly applied before. Which probably would mean that a lot of the Q hangout areas end up getting rather... empty. Bonus points for them being told it would be 'too boring'.
I'm also kind of hoping that John is recording those 'snarl' messages. They probably outright have, well assuming that it is something at least one Q setting it up, some kind of Q message. Given how angry it is, it's probably some setup where 'grab random insult/angry rant about messing with their entertainment' from a long array. Possibly with an added 'type of infraction'. With identifiers as to which Q put it in place. So sending that back when undoing Q manipulations... Well, who knows if the "anti-automation" was an approved manipulation, rather than something that just slipped under the radar. That ended up making that timeline boring thus not something that they looked at too much. And if some of the Q thought that "well, if they can't figure out automation, there's not much point in watching them for anything interesting after this point". Since frankly, automation probably would allow competing with the Borg. Or at least make it less appealing to join. And a 'automation using force' versus a borg that specifically didn't? That might well be an interesting conflict/interaction.
So for the Q to find out that their hopes of entertainment were dashed because some other Q decided that it would be boring, and secretly sabotage it? Especially if it was against the rules in the first place to do? Gonna be some upset Q.
And it's not like the excuse of 'less people on the ship' would hold much water, since it's not like it wouldn't free up space for other people to go along. Less maintaining crew, allows more science team and whatnot. Or allows the already existing 'lower deck' crew to do additional stuff. And wouldn't prevent them from having to go down into the decks like they already do. Sensors need to be maintained. Just cuts out a lot of running around to find out what is wrong, especially on the 'nothing is wrong' given the implication that it's just to check sensors in case there's an alarm. If they got an alert that a sensor is giving a bad result, there's not much difference in automation by just outright giving the reading to where the alarm is going off instead. Someone still has to read the thing. And for all the drama it provides for an 'episode' to run around to get there as quickly as possible to get the reading that's needed right then, 95% of the time, it's going to be a big ol' nothing that would end up preventing something 'interesting'. Or at least potentially so.
Maybe there's a guy that randomly runs around the maintenance room with a live chicken over his head, but by chance it's only when there is no one there, 'cause anyone who would be there is reading sensors on the other side of the ship? And returning when nothing of note actually happened there as the sensors read fine, and there's nothing wrong with them.