Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
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- Crossover Fantasy
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- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
I find the need to drop some motivation and inspiration on this thread.
It is time to add some metal.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Rxi0R7UmT0
It is time to add some metal.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Rxi0R7UmT0
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Jessica was in a sealed chamber, alone, as she continued the 'decontamination procedural checklist.'
It was more than a little odd. "Can I currently smell onions and taste pancakes… No."
Hearing the beep, she tapped the blue button and moved on to the next question. "The button was blue."
Not that it mattered what color the button ACTUALLY was, this wasn't a color blindness test after all. No, what mattered was that the testors could detect when she was able to notice changes in the environment and whether or not key information or actions altered her ability to process data.
Somehow.
It all seemed a bit crazy, but she'd run into odder over the years. "Open box 'D' on the table. How many pennies are within the box."
Right, which one was box D then? This was box 3, that one was box 'apple', those two were both box sigma… Oh, here we go.
…It was full of grapes. "Zero. There are… Hold up."
She dumped the box on to the table nad checked to see if any pennies were hidden within the mess… Nope. "There are zero pennies within box 'D' on the table." She shoved the fruit back in.
Hearing the beep, she tapped the blu… No, it wasn't blue now. "The button is now red."
[[HOST: "Psst! Hey sis!"]]
Jessica ignored her brother, moving on to the next question. "Next one… Count the number of green lights, subtract the number of paintings in the room. Alright, easy enough."
Two, four, six… Minus three.
[[HOST: "Sis! What should I do in this test thing?"]]
Nope, not going to help him cheat. "The number of visible and lit green lights minus the number of visible paintings equates to six minus three, for a total of three."
Beep. Hit the button. "The button is red." What was next on this thing…
[[HOST: "The questions were easy enough, but what am I supposed to do about the unseeable guy standing in the corner of the room? He keeps staring at me!"]]
Jessica froze, no longer reading the paper. "John, can you please look in my room too?"
Beep. "The button is still red."
[[HOST: "Yeah, I'm looking at YOU weirdo… Hmm? Sure sis, no problem."]]
As far as she could tell she was alone. But then again, she wasn't her brother. "Just let me know if you can see things I can't. Sending a list of all objects within my visual range."
Beep. "The button is now orange."
[[HOST: "...Huh. You and the girls are all sitting at empty tables. That's not fair, why am I the only one who has to do these tests!? They've been going on for like forever!"]]
[[T: "Wait, WHAT!? But I've been doing this stupid questions for hours now!"]]
She felt her body go cold. "I'm calling a code yellow, everyone."
Beep.
[[HOST: "No problem, you guys are basically just Avatars right now anyway. Your actual parts are all inside my Pocket, so there shouldn't be any risk here even if it takes time to fix whatever is going on."]]
Beep.
She did not push the button.
[[G: "I'll adjust the Pocket defensive modules immediately, my Lord. It seems that 'user' security settings were a bit too low compared to the ones designated for the 'HOST'. Adjusting defensive measures in three… Two…"]]
Be…
The button was gone.
And she was now sitting next to the girls facing a number of surprised scientists, all taking notes.
The one with blue gloves sighed and tapped a device in front of her. "Decontamination testing suspended, the three subjects all managed to somehow disable the entire projection feed and ambient sensation transmission array. Greg, mark all three of them as case 132's, they've somehow transcended the capabilities we've got at hand." "Yes ma'am!"
Temptation was so angry she looked calm. "Did you guys just make me fill out imaginary paperwork for over twelve hours?"
[[HOST: "Wait, what? Twelve hours!? That… That doesn't seem right."]]
The woman blinked. "Oh? No, not really. The testing and decontamination process has been optimized and streamlined to the point where it all takes around twenty minutes or so in real time."
She pointed at something glowing from the ceiling. "If you three hadn't somehow escaped containment, the entire process would have completed then retroactively never occurred. Pretty convenient normally, since most users just see the flashing colors and get to go home."
Jessica felt her eye twitch. "So what, we have to do all this again?"
[[HOST: "Damn! Sucks to be you!"]] He caught her thoughts. [[HOST: "EEP! Just ignore me!"]]
The woman waved that away. "No, if you can transcend the PF and AST array, your mental defenses are already strong enough that anything that could compromise them would be too powerful for us to detect in the first place. You three basically passed, and can wait for your brother to finish his procedure."
Grace blinked. "My Lord failed to 'transcend' this array as well?"
One of the other scientists snickered. "That kid ATE part of it and we had to run him through the OLD verification processes."
[[HOST: "...Oh. OH, that wasn't supposed to be a snack. And uh… I guess I have to actually do all these questions and stuff now. Crud… I guess it sucks to be me, huh?"]]
The main woman in charge didn't even blink. "Your brother will complete it all shortly, I have no doubt." She turned to the others. "Begin the final closing documentation reports, I'm going to lead these three to the waiting room until their brother finishes his questions."
Temptation continued to pout as Grace and Jessica stood with more dignity and followed.
[[HOST: "I can SEE you flicking me off asshole! I don't CARE if you are supposed to be undetectable, I WILL throw a pie or something at you if you keep being a dick!"]]
Heh. "Maybe you should. That might get you out of testing 'early' like it did for us."
[[HOST: "...You know what? I WILL! Hang on, I'm going to Craft a 'Southern Spice Pie' and nail this dick. It isn't as messy as a pan full of whipped cream, but I bet I can knock him down with this thing!"]]
She grinned as she exited the testing rooms with the girls. Serves that dude right for perving on her little brother during his testing session, even if it likely WAS meant to test for something like enhanced perception or whatever.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Breathe in… And out. Stay calm.
Right, let's hope this batch isn't secretly alien clowns or something.
She knocked on the door, before opening it with a smile! "Hello everyone! I am Team Manager Samantha Melkins, assigned to you all as your Debrief, Return, Integration contact!"
An attractive woman plus two impossibly beautiful goddesses smiled back, the woman accepting a handshake easily. "Lovely to meet you, Ms. Melkins. My name is Jessica Doe, and these two are Temptation and Grace Doe."
The black beauty lazily waved a 'Yo' before promptly falling asleep in her chair while the white woman smiled serenely and bowed a 'pleasure to meet you'.
Well this was just going marvelous so far! "First of all, your brother will be done with his decontamination session within the next two hours or so."
Apparently there was some sort of 'summoning food from the evils beyond' incident, so that needed to be looked into. "In the meantime, let me tell you a bit about the DRI and what our goals are in the short term."
Seeing no discontent, Samantha smiled. "First of all, we need to talk a bit! Your original Debrief was mostly safety and health related in nature, to make sure we can heal anyone that might be hurt without accidentally triggering an allergy or harsh reaction. It also hopefully reduces a number of social faux pas that can crop up when two cultures clash for the first time, and allows us all a bit of time to adjust to a rapidly changing situation."
She held up a notepad. "This SECOND debriefing, after ensuring none of you are accidentally possessed or carrying horrific hazardous information or imagery, is to learn as much as we can about where you came from. Many times we can glean enough information to at least begin the process for returning displaced people back to their own reality cluster, if not directly home on the first few attempts!"
Actual success rates were much lower than that if you ignored how MANY of them came from the same few areas. After all, when 80% or so of all 'displaced people' came from a specific region, it was far easier to get those people home.
She kept the smile up as she covered the more unfortunate possibility. "And if it takes some time until we get you four home, then we as DRI will ensure your time with us goes well through our integration procedures! We will walk you through social norms, local customs, help get you set up with educational and medical requirements, and attempt to give all of you a chance to find a part time job or two to earn some extra funds along the way."
Jessica blinked. "You guys get a LOT of 'displaced people', don't you?"
Samantha didn't even flinch. "Not as many as you may think, and it seems to be getting better! Last year my team alone only had twenty four groups to handle, and I'm hoping the ongoing attempts to stabilize reality might drop that down to ten a year or less!"
Was it likely? No.
Even with advanced technology and magic and rituals from DOZENS of realities, this 'hub world' that her home had become seemed to have somehow found stabilization by REACHING for instability, as impossible as it sounded.
But she could dream. "And if nothing else, we've managed to entirely stop new variants of our planets from collapsing into our reality and merging into this one. Our world hasn't gone through an 'expansion' in over four years now!"
Which was good, because not all of the new land masses were uninhabited. Not to mention the chaos when two locations overlap and walking down the wrong street might warp you between the two or more options.
Anyway, back on topic. "For future reference, we have designated your group as 'Group 8HilmaynFycda', or '8 Hill man' for short. There's more we will cover after we get your group settled and reunited with your remaining member, so for now we want to just go over the basic rules and stuff."
Pulling out her controller, she tapped a few icons and pulled up the room's projection system, showing some rules on the wall. "First of all, please prioritize verbal communication at all times if possible! Some cultures and species communicate mainly through psychic or psionic fields, by flashing visual patterns, deploying anti-patterns, casting spell matrices into communicative polygons and so forth."
She held up a finger. "But not every species can endure some of those communication methods, and others can be quite harmful or even deadly! To accommodate the greatest amount of safe communicative options possible, it is standard policy to use verbal methods exclusively unless within zones designated as otherwise."
Samantha tapped her controller, pulling up the virtual interface. "Thankfully, most species have contributed to our technological bases as they passed through the area… This means that as long as someone from a similar culture has participated in our translation projects in the past, even 'random' sounds generated by an individual has a high likelihood of being correctly translated into something understandable for others."
She waved at her mouth. "As you may have noticed, I am not currently speaking the same language you have used during your earlier interviews and interactions. The sounds I emit, and to some extent the visuals of my mouth and body themselves, are being intercepted and converted into something you should be able to understand without further assistance, based on past interactions with those who ARE already in our network."
Jessica blinked at that. "Oh, really? One second…Grace, can you patch us up?"
The impossibly white woman began interacting with her own holographic interface… One that might be magical, considering there was no visible equipment projecting it. "Oh, there's a guest account? And a LOT of 'basic introductory packages' available… This should work."
Oh those! "Many cultures that manage to find their ways home or simply approve of our methods will develop compressed data archives of various classification levels to hopefully improve those who follow them in the future. It initially was a rare occurrence, but over the years our hub world turned it into a traditional experience that passerbys partake in and hopefully in turn benefit from when they return to their homes."
Grace nodded. "There sure were a LOT of them, even if most of them just covered basic cultural history and norms and their various numbering systems and languages."
She blinked. Uh. "Yes, I actually have a few basic introductory packages that our team was going to suggest you all go over later on based on genetic compatibility and statistical similarity indexing. Obviously the sheer number can be overwhelming, so I thought we could wait on working with those until John finishes his processing and you all can get some time to rest and recover."
Grace hummed. "Too bad the transfer rate is so slow, it will take days before they all finish downloading."
Okay, then her holographic interface was likely NOT magic, unless they had a magical hard drive. Which they technically might… "Is your equipment not able to handle the wireless connection efficiently?"
Protocol issues from alternate realities was a constant headache that the tech team constantly had to fight against… Not to mention the never ending battle against malware and hacking and worse.
The woman shook her head. "No, if anything it's VERY accommodating once I modified our protocols a little to allow them to communicate. The real issue is the cap on the number of simultaneous accounts per person… But that's more than reasonable. My Lady, see if the patch works correctly."
Jessica blinked and looked confused. "Yht ruf fuimt E... Ur fuf, dryd sygac so suidr vaam faent."
The completely black woman Temptation snorted in her sleep while Samantha just stared at the woman in shock! "How the heck can you speak 'Ym Prat'!?"
Grace coughed awkwardly, getting both of their attention. "My Lady, that language may be appropriate for techno-mechanical hybrid lifeforms, but I would highly suggest you enable 'determine by proximity listeners' instead of selecting the default."
Jessica blinked, her eyes flickered, and she coughed. "[[Í̕͟͢͡ş̶̷͟͟ ̡̛͟t̶̕͝͏̕h̶̡̡͢á̷̧̧͝t̢̧ ̛͟҉b̸̕͡ę̵t̴̛̕͜t̀҉̢e̶̕͞ŗ̨̀͘͢?̸̛̕̕]]"
AHH!
Samantha FLINCHED! "WHAT was THAT!?" Were her EYES bleeding!? The FUCK!?
All she could hear was an angry buzz!
Temptation fell out of her chair entirely. "I WAS AWAKE!"
Grace eeped! "SORRY! By default there were three of us and we are all bound by the Pocket and… Let me just change the default to exclude raw communication options entirely and uh… Yeah, NOW it should be fixed!"
Samantha hesitated when she could hear the angelic woman so clearly. "Wait, is my hearing fixed?"
…Nope. Everything else was now a dull buzz. Even her OWN voice. Crud.
But at least it felt less painful now?
Jessica seemed to be trying to say something, but it was like watching a silent movie… And then suddenly it ALL came back at once. "...rry about that, normally we DON'T test new ability modules in public. RIGHT Grace?"
The embarrassed woman bowed deeply. "I am SO SORRY, Team Manager Samantha Melkins! It won't happen again, I promise!"
Sigh, what a job. "It's fine, but I am going to go do a quick visit to medical and check myself out. How about we continue this orientation tomorrow? When my team brings your brother by, they will show you the rooms we've set up and pass a time table agenda."
They probably agreed. Or not. She still felt a bit woozy.
Either way, she needed to go get medically checked out and then check IN to the decontamination chamber.
Just in case there was some new surprise now embedded into her mind or personality… Damn it.
It was more than a little odd. "Can I currently smell onions and taste pancakes… No."
Hearing the beep, she tapped the blue button and moved on to the next question. "The button was blue."
Not that it mattered what color the button ACTUALLY was, this wasn't a color blindness test after all. No, what mattered was that the testors could detect when she was able to notice changes in the environment and whether or not key information or actions altered her ability to process data.
Somehow.
It all seemed a bit crazy, but she'd run into odder over the years. "Open box 'D' on the table. How many pennies are within the box."
Right, which one was box D then? This was box 3, that one was box 'apple', those two were both box sigma… Oh, here we go.
…It was full of grapes. "Zero. There are… Hold up."
She dumped the box on to the table nad checked to see if any pennies were hidden within the mess… Nope. "There are zero pennies within box 'D' on the table." She shoved the fruit back in.
Hearing the beep, she tapped the blu… No, it wasn't blue now. "The button is now red."
[[HOST: "Psst! Hey sis!"]]
Jessica ignored her brother, moving on to the next question. "Next one… Count the number of green lights, subtract the number of paintings in the room. Alright, easy enough."
Two, four, six… Minus three.
[[HOST: "Sis! What should I do in this test thing?"]]
Nope, not going to help him cheat. "The number of visible and lit green lights minus the number of visible paintings equates to six minus three, for a total of three."
Beep. Hit the button. "The button is red." What was next on this thing…
[[HOST: "The questions were easy enough, but what am I supposed to do about the unseeable guy standing in the corner of the room? He keeps staring at me!"]]
Jessica froze, no longer reading the paper. "John, can you please look in my room too?"
Beep. "The button is still red."
[[HOST: "Yeah, I'm looking at YOU weirdo… Hmm? Sure sis, no problem."]]
As far as she could tell she was alone. But then again, she wasn't her brother. "Just let me know if you can see things I can't. Sending a list of all objects within my visual range."
Beep. "The button is now orange."
[[HOST: "...Huh. You and the girls are all sitting at empty tables. That's not fair, why am I the only one who has to do these tests!? They've been going on for like forever!"]]
[[T: "Wait, WHAT!? But I've been doing this stupid questions for hours now!"]]
She felt her body go cold. "I'm calling a code yellow, everyone."
Beep.
[[HOST: "No problem, you guys are basically just Avatars right now anyway. Your actual parts are all inside my Pocket, so there shouldn't be any risk here even if it takes time to fix whatever is going on."]]
Beep.
She did not push the button.
[[G: "I'll adjust the Pocket defensive modules immediately, my Lord. It seems that 'user' security settings were a bit too low compared to the ones designated for the 'HOST'. Adjusting defensive measures in three… Two…"]]
Be…
The button was gone.
And she was now sitting next to the girls facing a number of surprised scientists, all taking notes.
The one with blue gloves sighed and tapped a device in front of her. "Decontamination testing suspended, the three subjects all managed to somehow disable the entire projection feed and ambient sensation transmission array. Greg, mark all three of them as case 132's, they've somehow transcended the capabilities we've got at hand." "Yes ma'am!"
Temptation was so angry she looked calm. "Did you guys just make me fill out imaginary paperwork for over twelve hours?"
[[HOST: "Wait, what? Twelve hours!? That… That doesn't seem right."]]
The woman blinked. "Oh? No, not really. The testing and decontamination process has been optimized and streamlined to the point where it all takes around twenty minutes or so in real time."
She pointed at something glowing from the ceiling. "If you three hadn't somehow escaped containment, the entire process would have completed then retroactively never occurred. Pretty convenient normally, since most users just see the flashing colors and get to go home."
Jessica felt her eye twitch. "So what, we have to do all this again?"
[[HOST: "Damn! Sucks to be you!"]] He caught her thoughts. [[HOST: "EEP! Just ignore me!"]]
The woman waved that away. "No, if you can transcend the PF and AST array, your mental defenses are already strong enough that anything that could compromise them would be too powerful for us to detect in the first place. You three basically passed, and can wait for your brother to finish his procedure."
Grace blinked. "My Lord failed to 'transcend' this array as well?"
One of the other scientists snickered. "That kid ATE part of it and we had to run him through the OLD verification processes."
[[HOST: "...Oh. OH, that wasn't supposed to be a snack. And uh… I guess I have to actually do all these questions and stuff now. Crud… I guess it sucks to be me, huh?"]]
The main woman in charge didn't even blink. "Your brother will complete it all shortly, I have no doubt." She turned to the others. "Begin the final closing documentation reports, I'm going to lead these three to the waiting room until their brother finishes his questions."
Temptation continued to pout as Grace and Jessica stood with more dignity and followed.
[[HOST: "I can SEE you flicking me off asshole! I don't CARE if you are supposed to be undetectable, I WILL throw a pie or something at you if you keep being a dick!"]]
Heh. "Maybe you should. That might get you out of testing 'early' like it did for us."
[[HOST: "...You know what? I WILL! Hang on, I'm going to Craft a 'Southern Spice Pie' and nail this dick. It isn't as messy as a pan full of whipped cream, but I bet I can knock him down with this thing!"]]
She grinned as she exited the testing rooms with the girls. Serves that dude right for perving on her little brother during his testing session, even if it likely WAS meant to test for something like enhanced perception or whatever.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Breathe in… And out. Stay calm.
Right, let's hope this batch isn't secretly alien clowns or something.
She knocked on the door, before opening it with a smile! "Hello everyone! I am Team Manager Samantha Melkins, assigned to you all as your Debrief, Return, Integration contact!"
An attractive woman plus two impossibly beautiful goddesses smiled back, the woman accepting a handshake easily. "Lovely to meet you, Ms. Melkins. My name is Jessica Doe, and these two are Temptation and Grace Doe."
The black beauty lazily waved a 'Yo' before promptly falling asleep in her chair while the white woman smiled serenely and bowed a 'pleasure to meet you'.
Well this was just going marvelous so far! "First of all, your brother will be done with his decontamination session within the next two hours or so."
Apparently there was some sort of 'summoning food from the evils beyond' incident, so that needed to be looked into. "In the meantime, let me tell you a bit about the DRI and what our goals are in the short term."
Seeing no discontent, Samantha smiled. "First of all, we need to talk a bit! Your original Debrief was mostly safety and health related in nature, to make sure we can heal anyone that might be hurt without accidentally triggering an allergy or harsh reaction. It also hopefully reduces a number of social faux pas that can crop up when two cultures clash for the first time, and allows us all a bit of time to adjust to a rapidly changing situation."
She held up a notepad. "This SECOND debriefing, after ensuring none of you are accidentally possessed or carrying horrific hazardous information or imagery, is to learn as much as we can about where you came from. Many times we can glean enough information to at least begin the process for returning displaced people back to their own reality cluster, if not directly home on the first few attempts!"
Actual success rates were much lower than that if you ignored how MANY of them came from the same few areas. After all, when 80% or so of all 'displaced people' came from a specific region, it was far easier to get those people home.
She kept the smile up as she covered the more unfortunate possibility. "And if it takes some time until we get you four home, then we as DRI will ensure your time with us goes well through our integration procedures! We will walk you through social norms, local customs, help get you set up with educational and medical requirements, and attempt to give all of you a chance to find a part time job or two to earn some extra funds along the way."
Jessica blinked. "You guys get a LOT of 'displaced people', don't you?"
Samantha didn't even flinch. "Not as many as you may think, and it seems to be getting better! Last year my team alone only had twenty four groups to handle, and I'm hoping the ongoing attempts to stabilize reality might drop that down to ten a year or less!"
Was it likely? No.
Even with advanced technology and magic and rituals from DOZENS of realities, this 'hub world' that her home had become seemed to have somehow found stabilization by REACHING for instability, as impossible as it sounded.
But she could dream. "And if nothing else, we've managed to entirely stop new variants of our planets from collapsing into our reality and merging into this one. Our world hasn't gone through an 'expansion' in over four years now!"
Which was good, because not all of the new land masses were uninhabited. Not to mention the chaos when two locations overlap and walking down the wrong street might warp you between the two or more options.
Anyway, back on topic. "For future reference, we have designated your group as 'Group 8HilmaynFycda', or '8 Hill man' for short. There's more we will cover after we get your group settled and reunited with your remaining member, so for now we want to just go over the basic rules and stuff."
Pulling out her controller, she tapped a few icons and pulled up the room's projection system, showing some rules on the wall. "First of all, please prioritize verbal communication at all times if possible! Some cultures and species communicate mainly through psychic or psionic fields, by flashing visual patterns, deploying anti-patterns, casting spell matrices into communicative polygons and so forth."
She held up a finger. "But not every species can endure some of those communication methods, and others can be quite harmful or even deadly! To accommodate the greatest amount of safe communicative options possible, it is standard policy to use verbal methods exclusively unless within zones designated as otherwise."
Samantha tapped her controller, pulling up the virtual interface. "Thankfully, most species have contributed to our technological bases as they passed through the area… This means that as long as someone from a similar culture has participated in our translation projects in the past, even 'random' sounds generated by an individual has a high likelihood of being correctly translated into something understandable for others."
She waved at her mouth. "As you may have noticed, I am not currently speaking the same language you have used during your earlier interviews and interactions. The sounds I emit, and to some extent the visuals of my mouth and body themselves, are being intercepted and converted into something you should be able to understand without further assistance, based on past interactions with those who ARE already in our network."
Jessica blinked at that. "Oh, really? One second…Grace, can you patch us up?"
The impossibly white woman began interacting with her own holographic interface… One that might be magical, considering there was no visible equipment projecting it. "Oh, there's a guest account? And a LOT of 'basic introductory packages' available… This should work."
Oh those! "Many cultures that manage to find their ways home or simply approve of our methods will develop compressed data archives of various classification levels to hopefully improve those who follow them in the future. It initially was a rare occurrence, but over the years our hub world turned it into a traditional experience that passerbys partake in and hopefully in turn benefit from when they return to their homes."
Grace nodded. "There sure were a LOT of them, even if most of them just covered basic cultural history and norms and their various numbering systems and languages."
She blinked. Uh. "Yes, I actually have a few basic introductory packages that our team was going to suggest you all go over later on based on genetic compatibility and statistical similarity indexing. Obviously the sheer number can be overwhelming, so I thought we could wait on working with those until John finishes his processing and you all can get some time to rest and recover."
Grace hummed. "Too bad the transfer rate is so slow, it will take days before they all finish downloading."
Okay, then her holographic interface was likely NOT magic, unless they had a magical hard drive. Which they technically might… "Is your equipment not able to handle the wireless connection efficiently?"
Protocol issues from alternate realities was a constant headache that the tech team constantly had to fight against… Not to mention the never ending battle against malware and hacking and worse.
The woman shook her head. "No, if anything it's VERY accommodating once I modified our protocols a little to allow them to communicate. The real issue is the cap on the number of simultaneous accounts per person… But that's more than reasonable. My Lady, see if the patch works correctly."
Jessica blinked and looked confused. "Yht ruf fuimt E... Ur fuf, dryd sygac so suidr vaam faent."
The completely black woman Temptation snorted in her sleep while Samantha just stared at the woman in shock! "How the heck can you speak 'Ym Prat'!?"
Grace coughed awkwardly, getting both of their attention. "My Lady, that language may be appropriate for techno-mechanical hybrid lifeforms, but I would highly suggest you enable 'determine by proximity listeners' instead of selecting the default."
Jessica blinked, her eyes flickered, and she coughed. "[[Í̕͟͢͡ş̶̷͟͟ ̡̛͟t̶̕͝͏̕h̶̡̡͢á̷̧̧͝t̢̧ ̛͟҉b̸̕͡ę̵t̴̛̕͜t̀҉̢e̶̕͞ŗ̨̀͘͢?̸̛̕̕]]"
AHH!
Samantha FLINCHED! "WHAT was THAT!?" Were her EYES bleeding!? The FUCK!?
All she could hear was an angry buzz!
Temptation fell out of her chair entirely. "I WAS AWAKE!"
Grace eeped! "SORRY! By default there were three of us and we are all bound by the Pocket and… Let me just change the default to exclude raw communication options entirely and uh… Yeah, NOW it should be fixed!"
Samantha hesitated when she could hear the angelic woman so clearly. "Wait, is my hearing fixed?"
…Nope. Everything else was now a dull buzz. Even her OWN voice. Crud.
But at least it felt less painful now?
Jessica seemed to be trying to say something, but it was like watching a silent movie… And then suddenly it ALL came back at once. "...rry about that, normally we DON'T test new ability modules in public. RIGHT Grace?"
The embarrassed woman bowed deeply. "I am SO SORRY, Team Manager Samantha Melkins! It won't happen again, I promise!"
Sigh, what a job. "It's fine, but I am going to go do a quick visit to medical and check myself out. How about we continue this orientation tomorrow? When my team brings your brother by, they will show you the rooms we've set up and pass a time table agenda."
They probably agreed. Or not. She still felt a bit woozy.
Either way, she needed to go get medically checked out and then check IN to the decontamination chamber.
Just in case there was some new surprise now embedded into her mind or personality… Damn it.
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
*presses blue button*
Wait, all buttons are blue!
Waah!
Oh wait, thats the forum theme, no sweat.
Also, yay for evil pastry conjouring. I wonder if they replace real sugar with artifical ones and all cream fillings with sweet mustard? 🤔
Wait, all buttons are blue!
Waah!
Oh wait, thats the forum theme, no sweat.
Also, yay for evil pastry conjouring. I wonder if they replace real sugar with artifical ones and all cream fillings with sweet mustard? 🤔
- Location
- My happy place
This chapter was vaguely annoying in a way that I am having trouble putting into words. It feels...needlessly twisted somehow? I know that doesn't explain anything but that's the closest I can get. Or maybe "going noware at great speed" I got this image of someone running around a maze pretty fast but not really going anywhere.
- Location
- United States
I think that feeling is intentional.
This world's barrier appears to be made of swiss cheese so their decontamination tests and group orientations have to be able to handle everything they can think of and everything they can't think of at the same time.
This world's barrier appears to be made of swiss cheese so their decontamination tests and group orientations have to be able to handle everything they can think of and everything they can't think of at the same time.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
At least it's not on the level of SCP, they'd end up trying to fruitlessly contain John and the Pocket.
- Location
- Cookeville
Who in their right mind would waste a perfectly good rhubarb pie
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
Just confirming?
Does John and Family still have access and samples of the goods from Doe Bakery in Sunnydale?
Is the Reality flexabile to handle such?
I just imagined the transforming bread being served to the Aliens. Transforming them from Invaders to Customers.
Does John and Family still have access and samples of the goods from Doe Bakery in Sunnydale?
Is the Reality flexabile to handle such?
I just imagined the transforming bread being served to the Aliens. Transforming them from Invaders to Customers.
Same. It's both good and bad to get in so late.
- Location
- Here
I'm just glad we're past 100k in length. It doesn't really feel like a story otherwise... As for reaching a million, we're almost a third of the way there. I mean 290k isn't that bad!
I can only agree. I'm really excited to see where the story goes too. I'm also really really excited to see who else joins his retinue. I like Jessica a lot as a character and Grace and Temptation have really grown on me. I also gotta say, what John named the body he made for Temptation made me really happy. It was adorable in a great way. Little moments like that really make me think writing is worth all of the writers block moments. I really envy your staying power when it comes to writing. I always get inspiration for scenes and I write them down, but I can never just sit and write the in-between. That said, I can't wait to see what comes next! Thanks for the story!
nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
I'm interested in hearing about the life forms settling down on the different continents. These yellow worlds are neat.
Also, do the designers of the Zords get to include supernatural materials and powers into their robots? Not including what we've seen from the shows.
Lastly... John finally looks like an adult, everyone. But he still seems child-like. I'm curious if the adult appearance will last, or if something on this world will make him revert... Or go in a weirder direction.
Also, do the designers of the Zords get to include supernatural materials and powers into their robots? Not including what we've seen from the shows.
Lastly... John finally looks like an adult, everyone. But he still seems child-like. I'm curious if the adult appearance will last, or if something on this world will make him revert... Or go in a weirder direction.
Hunger pains and power gains.
- Location
- Here
John didn't regret the 'pie incident'. At all.
He DID regret having the area go into lockdown, people freaking out, the hysterical screaming of the perverted corner peeping jerk as he frantically claimed death would come by pie crust, and all that…
But mostly because it caused everything to fall into a greater mess and a huge hassle.
They ended up putting John in a different room and 'starting over' entirely, which MIGHT have gone well if they hadn't ALSO put another 'undetectable' dude in the corner. Again.
…Honestly, hurling a Banoffee Pie at THAT guy? THAT was what made John feel a wee bit guilty in the end.
Because unlike the LAST stalker, who was clearly an asshole of the highest order, THIS dude was just a very confused, whipped cream covered person just trying to do his job.
Like, to the point where even when everything fell into lockdown again, the guy complimented John's baking skills. And asked if he could get another to take home with him after work and HIS now mandatory decontamination procedure.
So John ended up Crafting a few dozen pies for Gerald, promised to send him an instant message (When John had access to that sort of thing) to find out what his family thought of the various recipes, and waved him off to go through red tape and annoying testing.
And to prevent further issues, John managed to talk to the testers and discovered two things:
First, the undetectable people were not meant to be detected. Which seemed obvious, in retrospect.
Second, the fact John COULD detect them meant that ALL these tests were the WRONG ONES entirely. Because they were not intended to be administered to people with beyond impossible sensing ability and talents.
So uh, at least it prevented him from going through all this a THIRD time, as they no longer had pre established procedures for verifying his sanity, various hazard statuses, etc.
Instead, he was going to get to meet someone! And if John didn't throw a pie at him and he decided everything was fine, this would all be over! HUZZAH!
~~~Pocket System~~~
The door opened, showing a Ninja.
Uh… Neat?
The ninja looked at John.
John waved.
The ninja stared harder at John.
John's waving slowed under the intense focus of the warrior.
The door closed.
Um. Were they done now? Did he pass? Best ask someone. And maybe request more snacks, the popcorn was gone now. And the bowl. And part of the table.
…Long story short: No, they were not done just yet.
Apparently his situation would have to be escalated up the chain a bit.
So… Yay? Maybe the next dude will be a pirate! Those go with ninjas, right?
~~~Pocket System~~~
John was running out of table bits he could eat without having the remaining scraps collapse when he heard someone else walking swiftly down the hall towards his room.
"...can see him from HERE, and THAT is concerning enough…"
…Wonder if they brought snacks?
The door opened to a VERY familiar looking (but not identical) ninja.
John raised a hand. "Yo?"
The man reached into his bag and pulled out a… A sort of giant blank gold disk? "Hold this, kid."
Um. "I'm sorry?"
Then the ninja was next to him, and the thing shoved into his hands. "I said NOW, damn it! How the HELL are you even conscious right now!?"
Oh, a theological question! "I assume it's related to how my Soul resonates with my organs in my Body while still adapting to the contents of my Mind! I meant to do more research on that at some point, but you know how life gets hectic and all that. Plus I was getting pretty hungry recently, so that was distracting…"
The ninja stared at him in growing astonishment. "Kid, you are BLEEDING."
Wait, what? "No I'm not. I got a new Body today! I'm 1000% healthy."
The guy huffed as magical interfaces began flickering around his body. "Brat, you are flat out HEMORRHAGING raw power into the Morphin Grid at a beyond lethal rate. Any Zorg would have structurally collapsed by now, and if this sort of drain was connected to a HUMAN they'd have been sucked dry already."
John slowly blinked at that as he fiddled with the coin. "The what now?"
More and more scans were being performed as the ninja continued to work. "The Morphin Grid, or at least the ones networked into this whole mess of a 'hub world'. No matter what you use to connect to it, like Power Coins or Power Spheres or Dino Gems or whatever, they all connect up to this ethereal grid of both energy and matter transference called the Morphin Grid."
Huh. "Never heard of it."
The ninja snorted. "Whether you've heard of it or not, you were SPEWING your guts all over the thing! The version of me on site overviewing this district called me IMMEDIATELY when he saw you basically exploding into goo at such a horrendous rate."
He glared at John. "Again, I can't state this clearly enough: You SHOULD be dead by now."
This was like, what? The SECOND time someone wasn't sure he was dead today? "I would like to argue that I am, in fact, alive. At least for SOME definitions of living, anyway. If you want to convince me otherwise, you are going to have to give me a VERY convincing argument!"
John was ignored. "Do you feel any pain? Instability? Burning anywhere? Energy buildups?"
Uh. "No?" Huh. "On the other hand, I don't feel so hungry anymore. Is it because of this thing?" The medal thing in his hand felt half theoretical, or temporally displaced. Very unusual.
The guy huffed. "That 'thing' as you call it is a hack job I slapped together when the version of me that works in this area saw you figuratively bleeding out on the floor."
He pointed at the disk. "That is a kludged together heavily restricted 'Power Coin'. Not aligned with any specific spiritual or magical or conceptual force, not bound to any ancient energy cache or tied to some future overflow, just a mess of materials shoved into a somewhat useful functionality. I ripped most of the features and utility of it out to focus on energy transfers."
Huh. "A Power Coin, huh? What's it supposed to do?"
The ninja poked John's arm with something that began to quietly beep and boop. "It is trying to keep you stable by shoving some of the energy you are spewing out into the Morphin Grid right back into your body... And it is doing a shit job of it. But hopefully it is helping to some degree to keep you from deflating or exploding or whatever it is your body is trying to do here."
That was kind of neat! "I wonder if that's why I feel less hungry now? Good thing though, I was running out of table to chew on."
The man froze… And looked at the debris on the ground. "That was a table?"
John nodded. "Had some good amounts of aluminum in it, which gives the material a zingy flavor. Very tingly, good stuff."
He missed the guy's expression as he chewed on the scraps still in his hand. "I've been going for a more metallic source of food these last few hours because other people freak out a bit when I try to sneak some of that radioactive material I managed to gather from the 'Combat Zone' earlier. It's not like I'd let any of those tasty energetic isotopes escape my snacks while chewing them, I have good table manners and all… But you know, it's best to not rock the boat."
But later? LATER John was going to make a fondue out of that glowing purple stuff and start dipping the red and green glowing material in it! Just thinking about that warm flesh warping goo just making his whole skin and muscular system radiate with delicious goodness was tempting enough already!
Ninja man leaned back as a whole new set of magical and technological sensors came online. "Just for confirmation: You HAVEN'T been eating radioactive material recently, yes?"
John shrugged. "Not since this morning." Oops! "And don't mention this to my sister either, she'll either want to stop me or get me to share some of that stuff with the others."
Which was TOTALLY not fair! "I mean, sure their enhanced bodies can survive contact with this stuff, but they don't taste things the same way as I do when I Consume them into my Pocket. Sharing a snack like this would be WASTED on them, like sharing coconut candy with someone who doesn't like the taste!"
Plus, he got it on his own fair and square. You didn't see John stealing JESSICA'S delicious snacks from when she grabbed all that stuff over at the O.W.C.A., at least not until she offered to share it on her own!
…Which probably meant that she was being a better sibling than him. Damn it. "Fine, I'll share some with the others. Or at least offer them a taste first, to see if they like it and it doesn't somehow start mutating their Bodies in unexpected ways."
Ninja dude held up a hand, and John politely hushed up as implied. "Let me take some sensor readings, adjust my 'Cycling Power Coin' prototype to better intercept the energy you are bleeding out if at all possible, and put a pin on anyone eating ANYTHING radioactive. Alright?"
John glanced around the empty room. "Would I be able to get out of here faster if we do?"
The guy shrugged. "Now that I've seen you in person and through the Morphin Grid, sure. You are broken and bleeding, but you don't seem to be infected or compromised by cognitohazards or infohazards at least. Or any of a few dozen other concerns, like unwilling consciousness transference or temporal instability fracturing. You could walk out now if you want, no problem."
He then pointed at some data charts. "That said, I want to at LEAST ensure your average rate of energy discharge is balanced with my short term fix with the power input. Even if no obvious issue or danger shows up at first, I refuse to believe it is at ALL good for you to be basically vomiting and bleeding endless energy fields and power streams like this."
The dude went back to typing at an impressive rate. "I should have something solid for you in ten minutes or so. Or at least good enough to call me if you suddenly destabilize or go into critical condition. Now, hold this sensor and tell me what parts of your body sound blue."
…Leave now or do the responsible thing (While also avoiding his sister giving him a lecture later)?
Sigh. Fine, let's do this.
John held the green crystal and focused. "My left foot sounds red, nothing sounds blue, but my right elbow feels mango."
The ninja dude hummed and made some notes… Actually. "What is your name, by the way? The ninja from earlier left too fast for me to ask him before he left… Oh, I'm John Doe! Nice to meet you!"
The guy paused as he calibrated his many systems and settings. "Hmm? Ah, right, you aren't a local. Most people recognize me on sight, considering how much work all of us put in around here… I'm Ninjor 31a, although most of us Ninjor variants end up giving each other nicknames. As I am the Hub World's Morphin Grid lead administrator, most call me 'Hubby'."
Um. "But we aren't married?"
And got a wink. "Not with THAT attitude we're not! Now, stick out your tongue and count on your fingers until you can see yesterday."
People in this place were STRANGE.
Well, best get this over with. "Am I supposed to count until I see the yesterday of HERE, or the yesterday of where I was?"
Ninjor shrugged. "Either way's fine, you can start when this sensor turns invisible. Or incorporeal or… Wait, I might have retroactively unmade the stupid thing, give me five minutes."
…VERY strange.
He DID regret having the area go into lockdown, people freaking out, the hysterical screaming of the perverted corner peeping jerk as he frantically claimed death would come by pie crust, and all that…
But mostly because it caused everything to fall into a greater mess and a huge hassle.
They ended up putting John in a different room and 'starting over' entirely, which MIGHT have gone well if they hadn't ALSO put another 'undetectable' dude in the corner. Again.
…Honestly, hurling a Banoffee Pie at THAT guy? THAT was what made John feel a wee bit guilty in the end.
Because unlike the LAST stalker, who was clearly an asshole of the highest order, THIS dude was just a very confused, whipped cream covered person just trying to do his job.
Like, to the point where even when everything fell into lockdown again, the guy complimented John's baking skills. And asked if he could get another to take home with him after work and HIS now mandatory decontamination procedure.
So John ended up Crafting a few dozen pies for Gerald, promised to send him an instant message (When John had access to that sort of thing) to find out what his family thought of the various recipes, and waved him off to go through red tape and annoying testing.
And to prevent further issues, John managed to talk to the testers and discovered two things:
First, the undetectable people were not meant to be detected. Which seemed obvious, in retrospect.
Second, the fact John COULD detect them meant that ALL these tests were the WRONG ONES entirely. Because they were not intended to be administered to people with beyond impossible sensing ability and talents.
So uh, at least it prevented him from going through all this a THIRD time, as they no longer had pre established procedures for verifying his sanity, various hazard statuses, etc.
Instead, he was going to get to meet someone! And if John didn't throw a pie at him and he decided everything was fine, this would all be over! HUZZAH!
~~~Pocket System~~~
The door opened, showing a Ninja.
Uh… Neat?
The ninja looked at John.
John waved.
The ninja stared harder at John.
John's waving slowed under the intense focus of the warrior.
The door closed.
Um. Were they done now? Did he pass? Best ask someone. And maybe request more snacks, the popcorn was gone now. And the bowl. And part of the table.
…Long story short: No, they were not done just yet.
Apparently his situation would have to be escalated up the chain a bit.
So… Yay? Maybe the next dude will be a pirate! Those go with ninjas, right?
~~~Pocket System~~~
John was running out of table bits he could eat without having the remaining scraps collapse when he heard someone else walking swiftly down the hall towards his room.
"...can see him from HERE, and THAT is concerning enough…"
…Wonder if they brought snacks?
The door opened to a VERY familiar looking (but not identical) ninja.
John raised a hand. "Yo?"
The man reached into his bag and pulled out a… A sort of giant blank gold disk? "Hold this, kid."
Um. "I'm sorry?"
Then the ninja was next to him, and the thing shoved into his hands. "I said NOW, damn it! How the HELL are you even conscious right now!?"
Oh, a theological question! "I assume it's related to how my Soul resonates with my organs in my Body while still adapting to the contents of my Mind! I meant to do more research on that at some point, but you know how life gets hectic and all that. Plus I was getting pretty hungry recently, so that was distracting…"
The ninja stared at him in growing astonishment. "Kid, you are BLEEDING."
Wait, what? "No I'm not. I got a new Body today! I'm 1000% healthy."
The guy huffed as magical interfaces began flickering around his body. "Brat, you are flat out HEMORRHAGING raw power into the Morphin Grid at a beyond lethal rate. Any Zorg would have structurally collapsed by now, and if this sort of drain was connected to a HUMAN they'd have been sucked dry already."
John slowly blinked at that as he fiddled with the coin. "The what now?"
More and more scans were being performed as the ninja continued to work. "The Morphin Grid, or at least the ones networked into this whole mess of a 'hub world'. No matter what you use to connect to it, like Power Coins or Power Spheres or Dino Gems or whatever, they all connect up to this ethereal grid of both energy and matter transference called the Morphin Grid."
Huh. "Never heard of it."
The ninja snorted. "Whether you've heard of it or not, you were SPEWING your guts all over the thing! The version of me on site overviewing this district called me IMMEDIATELY when he saw you basically exploding into goo at such a horrendous rate."
He glared at John. "Again, I can't state this clearly enough: You SHOULD be dead by now."
This was like, what? The SECOND time someone wasn't sure he was dead today? "I would like to argue that I am, in fact, alive. At least for SOME definitions of living, anyway. If you want to convince me otherwise, you are going to have to give me a VERY convincing argument!"
John was ignored. "Do you feel any pain? Instability? Burning anywhere? Energy buildups?"
Uh. "No?" Huh. "On the other hand, I don't feel so hungry anymore. Is it because of this thing?" The medal thing in his hand felt half theoretical, or temporally displaced. Very unusual.
The guy huffed. "That 'thing' as you call it is a hack job I slapped together when the version of me that works in this area saw you figuratively bleeding out on the floor."
He pointed at the disk. "That is a kludged together heavily restricted 'Power Coin'. Not aligned with any specific spiritual or magical or conceptual force, not bound to any ancient energy cache or tied to some future overflow, just a mess of materials shoved into a somewhat useful functionality. I ripped most of the features and utility of it out to focus on energy transfers."
Huh. "A Power Coin, huh? What's it supposed to do?"
The ninja poked John's arm with something that began to quietly beep and boop. "It is trying to keep you stable by shoving some of the energy you are spewing out into the Morphin Grid right back into your body... And it is doing a shit job of it. But hopefully it is helping to some degree to keep you from deflating or exploding or whatever it is your body is trying to do here."
That was kind of neat! "I wonder if that's why I feel less hungry now? Good thing though, I was running out of table to chew on."
The man froze… And looked at the debris on the ground. "That was a table?"
John nodded. "Had some good amounts of aluminum in it, which gives the material a zingy flavor. Very tingly, good stuff."
He missed the guy's expression as he chewed on the scraps still in his hand. "I've been going for a more metallic source of food these last few hours because other people freak out a bit when I try to sneak some of that radioactive material I managed to gather from the 'Combat Zone' earlier. It's not like I'd let any of those tasty energetic isotopes escape my snacks while chewing them, I have good table manners and all… But you know, it's best to not rock the boat."
But later? LATER John was going to make a fondue out of that glowing purple stuff and start dipping the red and green glowing material in it! Just thinking about that warm flesh warping goo just making his whole skin and muscular system radiate with delicious goodness was tempting enough already!
Ninja man leaned back as a whole new set of magical and technological sensors came online. "Just for confirmation: You HAVEN'T been eating radioactive material recently, yes?"
John shrugged. "Not since this morning." Oops! "And don't mention this to my sister either, she'll either want to stop me or get me to share some of that stuff with the others."
Which was TOTALLY not fair! "I mean, sure their enhanced bodies can survive contact with this stuff, but they don't taste things the same way as I do when I Consume them into my Pocket. Sharing a snack like this would be WASTED on them, like sharing coconut candy with someone who doesn't like the taste!"
Plus, he got it on his own fair and square. You didn't see John stealing JESSICA'S delicious snacks from when she grabbed all that stuff over at the O.W.C.A., at least not until she offered to share it on her own!
…Which probably meant that she was being a better sibling than him. Damn it. "Fine, I'll share some with the others. Or at least offer them a taste first, to see if they like it and it doesn't somehow start mutating their Bodies in unexpected ways."
Ninja dude held up a hand, and John politely hushed up as implied. "Let me take some sensor readings, adjust my 'Cycling Power Coin' prototype to better intercept the energy you are bleeding out if at all possible, and put a pin on anyone eating ANYTHING radioactive. Alright?"
John glanced around the empty room. "Would I be able to get out of here faster if we do?"
The guy shrugged. "Now that I've seen you in person and through the Morphin Grid, sure. You are broken and bleeding, but you don't seem to be infected or compromised by cognitohazards or infohazards at least. Or any of a few dozen other concerns, like unwilling consciousness transference or temporal instability fracturing. You could walk out now if you want, no problem."
He then pointed at some data charts. "That said, I want to at LEAST ensure your average rate of energy discharge is balanced with my short term fix with the power input. Even if no obvious issue or danger shows up at first, I refuse to believe it is at ALL good for you to be basically vomiting and bleeding endless energy fields and power streams like this."
The dude went back to typing at an impressive rate. "I should have something solid for you in ten minutes or so. Or at least good enough to call me if you suddenly destabilize or go into critical condition. Now, hold this sensor and tell me what parts of your body sound blue."
…Leave now or do the responsible thing (While also avoiding his sister giving him a lecture later)?
Sigh. Fine, let's do this.
John held the green crystal and focused. "My left foot sounds red, nothing sounds blue, but my right elbow feels mango."
The ninja dude hummed and made some notes… Actually. "What is your name, by the way? The ninja from earlier left too fast for me to ask him before he left… Oh, I'm John Doe! Nice to meet you!"
The guy paused as he calibrated his many systems and settings. "Hmm? Ah, right, you aren't a local. Most people recognize me on sight, considering how much work all of us put in around here… I'm Ninjor 31a, although most of us Ninjor variants end up giving each other nicknames. As I am the Hub World's Morphin Grid lead administrator, most call me 'Hubby'."
Um. "But we aren't married?"
And got a wink. "Not with THAT attitude we're not! Now, stick out your tongue and count on your fingers until you can see yesterday."
People in this place were STRANGE.
Well, best get this over with. "Am I supposed to count until I see the yesterday of HERE, or the yesterday of where I was?"
Ninjor shrugged. "Either way's fine, you can start when this sensor turns invisible. Or incorporeal or… Wait, I might have retroactively unmade the stupid thing, give me five minutes."
…VERY strange.
- Location
- Australia
I am confused and entertained!
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
........
Morphin grid meet the Adam grid and pocket network
Adam grid and pocket network meet your new neighbor
This'll be fun to see how this merges up
And what ranger John would be
Also makes me curious how John would fare in digimon or pokemon
Morphin grid meet the Adam grid and pocket network
Adam grid and pocket network meet your new neighbor
This'll be fun to see how this merges up
And what ranger John would be
Also makes me curious how John would fare in digimon or pokemon
So a hunger to fill the constant emptying... Makes some amount of sense. And having something that helps mitigate the 'bleed', seems like it would allow his System to more quickly repair it. Partially because of having a 'patch' of sorts over it, but also a aware of the problem, depending on if the still active sensors could detect it or not prior to it. And well, some of it might be because of constant damage from the 'bleeding' energy. Which does bring to mind the situation where Ninjor freaks out at the patch isn't doing anything anymore. Only to realize that John is fine now. Suppose it depends on how long it takes to fix up/Ninjor's next attempt at a better/non-immediate emergency solution.
Though a question to ask is if it was because of the void, or was it something that caused John to end up in the void, from back before he met Jessica. With the void acting as a semi-bandage of sorts, depending on exact mechanics.
Because some of this damage, I'd half expect Adam to have as well, and it's something he might not have noticed as well. And well, we've already seen a Hungry character, who would also feasibly have similar damage Soul-wise. Even if that was more directed at a specific being/type of being.
...given that the Soul strengthening methods in the Yu-Gi-Oh verse that specifically this issue didn't get noticed, that does nicely tie into some earlier theorycrafting I posted. With Soul Strengthening in this case being to mitigate the 'soul bleed'. And well, damaging Souls to strengthen them seems like it'd be horrifying to anyone who is more aware of it, and the Morphin Grid would theoretically be connected to the same kind of thing? Just John wasn't aware enough of how things worked to notice.
I mean, bleeding energy happens to nicely tie into some of the effects seen. Causing changes in the area, for one.
And all this information that John is collecting seems like it'd be really useful passed back up the chain, to the various versions of Adam. I've had a vague idea of some kind of omake where that's the case... but keep putting it off for some reason, other than just a few notes. Well that and I'm not sure I'd get the 'feel' right for what I'm thinking of. Might because more and more 'this would be useful' each place John visits ends up happening. That, and the systems are probably damaged enough that the information can't get sent back. And I don't really see that changing unless it's something like 'incredibly quick fix, after everything is stable enough', or incidental while trying to fix something else. Like the communications system needs to be fixed a certain amount due to interconnectivity to other systems. Or something is needed, and a hope to call for help/materials would speed things up. Less likely unless something like a data cache is recovered by the System, that was previously inaccessible due to damage. Or at least something like that.
Though a question to ask is if it was because of the void, or was it something that caused John to end up in the void, from back before he met Jessica. With the void acting as a semi-bandage of sorts, depending on exact mechanics.
Because some of this damage, I'd half expect Adam to have as well, and it's something he might not have noticed as well. And well, we've already seen a Hungry character, who would also feasibly have similar damage Soul-wise. Even if that was more directed at a specific being/type of being.
...given that the Soul strengthening methods in the Yu-Gi-Oh verse that specifically this issue didn't get noticed, that does nicely tie into some earlier theorycrafting I posted. With Soul Strengthening in this case being to mitigate the 'soul bleed'. And well, damaging Souls to strengthen them seems like it'd be horrifying to anyone who is more aware of it, and the Morphin Grid would theoretically be connected to the same kind of thing? Just John wasn't aware enough of how things worked to notice.
I mean, bleeding energy happens to nicely tie into some of the effects seen. Causing changes in the area, for one.
And all this information that John is collecting seems like it'd be really useful passed back up the chain, to the various versions of Adam. I've had a vague idea of some kind of omake where that's the case... but keep putting it off for some reason, other than just a few notes. Well that and I'm not sure I'd get the 'feel' right for what I'm thinking of. Might because more and more 'this would be useful' each place John visits ends up happening. That, and the systems are probably damaged enough that the information can't get sent back. And I don't really see that changing unless it's something like 'incredibly quick fix, after everything is stable enough', or incidental while trying to fix something else. Like the communications system needs to be fixed a certain amount due to interconnectivity to other systems. Or something is needed, and a hope to call for help/materials would speed things up. Less likely unless something like a data cache is recovered by the System, that was previously inaccessible due to damage. Or at least something like that.
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Someone has been sneaking peeks at my thoughtmatters it seems.
Only yesterday I watched Pirates and Ninjas fight but then get schooled by the royal purple.
On youtube btw.
Only yesterday I watched Pirates and Ninjas fight but then get schooled by the royal purple.
On youtube btw.
nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
Dang it, this retroactive stuff reminds me of that nonsensical line in Ward about traveling "sideways" in time. What could it mean?!?
For anyone curious about "info hazards" and memetic threats, just think about the Grey Goo version of mind control. Instead of physical viruses or parasites, they are patterns of information which negatively affect hosts. Either the host's mind, the host's effects on causality, or weirder changes- corrupting what exists, duplicating itself by changing its surroundings, or following some other alien logic. With or without effects on timelines.
For anyone curious about "info hazards" and memetic threats, just think about the Grey Goo version of mind control. Instead of physical viruses or parasites, they are patterns of information which negatively affect hosts. Either the host's mind, the host's effects on causality, or weirder changes- corrupting what exists, duplicating itself by changing its surroundings, or following some other alien logic. With or without effects on timelines.
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
At some point, why do I feel John and the Family will meet The Addams Family?
Edit: Darn autocorrect
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