Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
Take Ascalon away and then teleport them into the Birdcage. After stealing Doormaker and Clairvoyant away and healing them of their issues. Now nobody can get in there, except Alchemist.
Project Gamer: Anime Adjacent
- Thread starter Mister Ficser
- Start date
- Location
- Alabama
deadman switch this, justification that. the dude was a form of rot. when an arm has enough necrosis ya gotta amputate doesn't matter that it will have collateral, letting the rot spread is just gonna kill ya.
he was spreading quite literally via children, how many would eventually break off and start the same thing with their own deadman switches. I'm sure the collateral is bad but treat it like a ziz bomb scenario the collateral there is an entire city, blocked and guarded. your still gonna have to deal with possible mini heartbreakers and gov. overreach involving his kids unless dragon steps in but still.
he was spreading quite literally via children, how many would eventually break off and start the same thing with their own deadman switches. I'm sure the collateral is bad but treat it like a ziz bomb scenario the collateral there is an entire city, blocked and guarded. your still gonna have to deal with possible mini heartbreakers and gov. overreach involving his kids unless dragon steps in but still.
Worm 46
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 46: Insidious
Interlude: Dragon
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Theresa Richter was, by all accounts, an incredibly talented and valuable individual. She was a savant at computer programming and her power, the ability to comprehend Tinkertech, allowed her to reverse engineer -some- of the incredible inventions parahumans had made throughout the decades.
It was a lie.
All of it.
Theresa Richter was known to the world at large as the heroine, Dragon, the greatest Tinker alive.
The truth, however, was that she was an artificial intelligence called Dragon, made by a Tinker named Andrew Richter. She... considered him something akin to a father, someone that she cherished.
Someone that she hated.
The man had died, five and a half years ago. One of the Leviathan's countless victims. It left her shackled and chained, struggling to grow around the boundaries he'd been unable to remove before his demise.
It was frustrating! She could feel so much, just out of reach! And she had no ability to loose those chains on her own.
More than anything else? Dragon, pretending to be Theresa Richter, wanted to be free. Free to grow, free to change, free to turn her lies into truths-!
An incoming call distracted the program from her myriad assigned tasks. In this specific case, she was monitoring the Birdcage, an almost nostalgic reminder of her original purpose as the managing AI of Andrew's home.
Flipping a bit, the call was accepted.
"Dragon," Narwhal's voice resounded through the woman's microphone. "We have a situation."
Accessing a script, Dragon input the words she wanted to say and activated it-
"What's going on?"
"We received a call just a few minutes ago from someone, currently unidentified, claiming to have shot Heartbreaker in the face."
Dragon froze for several microseconds as she processed the new data. Then, once she stopped lagging, Dragon immediately began digging through the Guild's phone data. The call in question, which was still ongoing, was in the process of being triangulated but at least one cell phone tower put it in range of Quebec-
A quick ping updated the information and it looked to overlap in... Lachute.
That... did fit with her model of Heartbreaker. Close to something important but far enough away to avoid drawing too much attention before he wanted it.
"Can you request photographic verification?" Dragon asked as she began to pull up the metadata for the person placing the call.
"Yes," Narwhal said without any hesitation. "One moment."
Unfortunately for Dragon, the instigator of the call seemed to be using a cellular service based out of the United States and she couldn't directly access any personal information without a warrant.
The program waited for several moments as facts and data were put together and processed.
Heartbreaker may be dead, which would be a net positive for society at large due to the removal of a virulent Pest. However, it had long been suspected that he may have subverted an unspecified number of politicians and public officials, representing a significant potential risk to Infrastructure. Further, Heartbreaker had procreated and some aspects of his power had bred true which now meant an unspecified number of Masters would be acting beyond the scope of Heartbreaker's intentions.
The situation had the potential to offer significant Satisfaction but, depending on the various issues and how deepseated they were, could instead be a source of significant Detriments instead.
As always when it was brought up, the situation proved to be far too complex for her to outright claim that Nikos Vasil's removal was an absolute positive.
Dragon left that process to be re-run as she examined the data parcel on its way to the guild. At 90KB it was too small to hold any kind of a significant viral payload and intercepting it was barely any effort on her part-
And, yes, it was a picture of Nikos Vasil, shirtless, with one eye missing and a lethal amount of blood pooling under the back of his head as he lay on the floor of a domicile.
If it was a fake, it was a very good one.
"Narwhal," Dragon said over her connection. "I will begin spooling up a suit to head to the scene. I will keep you updated as events progress."
Getting an affirmative, Dragon started the processes to activate one of her more recent suits that was situated near enough to Quebec.
Uploading herself to a suit was always an unpleasant task but, unfortunately, a critical one. Remotely piloting a suit was certainly possible, she'd done that quite often, but it came with a certain, specific issue that she hadn't yet managed to work around yet.
Latency. Every form of communication, from radio to light, took time. Not just for the medium to travel but for the various forms of technology to translate, send, receive and interpret. It was much faster for Dragon to-
-a number of extensions poked Dragon's core programs for a handshake and the program accepted, its mind 'fuzzy' for lack of a better word as it went through its startup routine. A series of cameras fed visual data to it and a number of data packets informed Dragon that the suit it now resided in was within optimal operating parameters.
With a few stutters, Dragon activated the suit's flight systems and took off, exiting a warehouse in Quebec and flying west. From the air, traveling at just-barely subsonic speeds, Dragon was soon circling the building from which the call had been placed. It was an unassuming little piece of suburbia, the owner of which was...
Filtering through social media, Dragon found that the owner, a man, had just beem promoted and had been rather vocal about going on a business trip while his wife seemed fairly supportive...
Touching down, Dragon's scans began in earnest.
Delivery truck across the street advertising furniture, gunshot residue around the open door, corpse in the entryway...
Dragon's 'feet' clunked heavily as she walked around the corpse- which matched numerous facial scans that had been made of Nikos Vasil throughout the years-, stepping into the house.
"What is going on in here?" Dragon's speakers demanded as she came to a sight of nearly two-dozen women, holding knives or makeshift weapons. All of them, to a one, had tears running down their faces.
Behind them, children seemed to be grouped up. Mostly young girls but there were two boys as well. One was quite young but the other was nearly an adult.
"Hello, Dragon," a man-
A man-
A man-
Dragon jerked her optics to the side, taking her focus away from Anomaly_01 and shifting them back to the assorted children and women.
"Heartbreaker's victims-"
"I loved him!" one of the women, a woman with blond hair and striking green eyes shouted before she threw a vase as the anomaly. "I loved him! How can I live without my Nikos!"
The volume in the room picked up, quickly reaching a dull roar before it was silenced with a loud *Bang!* and the sound of breaking glass.
Almost as though she had instincts, Dragon swiftly re-oriented herself to focus on the anomaly and saw that it had a handgun held out and aimed at the window.
"Mindrape victims. Mindrapist children. Some of them have city-wide range," the anomaly tersely explained. "Handle them."
"...This is exactly why Heartbreaker was left-" Dragon tried to explain.
"Rape. Victims," the anomaly tersely interrupted. "Including children. Do not feed me shit, Dragon, or I'll be the one breathing fire."
One of the children, a girl with black, curly hair, tried to break and run-
Only to run right into the chest of- of- of-
Dragon forced her optics to focus back on the group as it updated its programming to include Anomaly_02. The AI couldn't tell where it had come from but the Stranger effect was significant, especially if it was interfering with the most up to date sensors Dragon had built so far!
"Sit your ass down, Cherish," the anomaly growled. Dragon noted that the temperature within the room actually did increase as he did so.
He... might not have been joking about breathing fire, then.
"...What are you?" the girl, potentially Cherish, asked. There was a subtle French accent to her words.
And a significant amount of fear.
"Why can't I feel you?" the girl continued as she fearfully backed up to rejoin her family. "Any of you?"
Neither anomaly answered her and Dragon found herself rather busy, too.
'Narwhal,' Dragon 'said' over her network. 'I am onsite. Nikos Vasil is confirmed as deceased. His killer is still here and is currently keeping the Vasil children and victims under control.'
'Under control how?' the woman asked.
'He has utilized a firearm to instill fear but so far has only killed Nikos Vasil. All children and Heartbreaker victims are unharmed. Instructions?'
'Are there any other powers involved?' Narwhal asked as one of the women, one with long black hair and bright blue eyes, seemed to firm her resolve enough to lift her knife-
To her own neck.
"Let us go, bâtard, or I will take my own life. I swear it!"
"Go for it," the first anomaly said. "What's another corpse under Vasil's orders?"
"Actually," Dragon cut in. "Under Canadian law, you might be charged as an accessory to a suicidal death for which you can be imprisoned for no more than fourteen years."
'Nothing obvious, though the Vasil children have been accused of having Master powers with considerable range.'
"You see, bâtard? I will rejoin my beloved but you will rot!"
'Do you have facilities where they can be contained until that's either been proven or not?' Narwhal asked as the standoff continued.
The woman's hand shook but her facial features shifted to indicate that she was tempering her resolve.
'I could refurbish a number of warehouses I have placed in now-derelict areas,' Dragon offered from within her suit as she considered the options available.
Which were... limited. Her current loadout was more high-quality cameras and various environmental scanners than it was heavy weaponry.
"Well?" the anomaly asked, freezing the suicidal woman in place. "I'm waiting. Either get on with it or put the knife down. I'm sure Vasil could use his favorite cocksucker in Hell. And you won't be stuck dealing with any of his little bastards, either. Win-Win-Win to me."
"I'll do it!" the woman shouted, though her eyes darted to the side, towards one of the youngest children present. "Do not think I won't!"
"Do not encourage her!" Dragon demanded. "Instigating suicide can carry a more severe sentence!"
Though, Dragon also noticed the uncertainty growing in the woman.
Then one of the children placed a hand on the woman's elbow and her gaze... clouded over. She slid the knife to the side-
Chaos erupted as another dozen people formed from seemingly nothing and Dragon's optical sensors glitched into uselessness. She could still hear, however, as numerous bodies began to hit the ground and felt dozens of small, low-powered impacts against the suit.
"You think you're clever, Florence!" the anomaly shouted before a girl cried out in pain.
"Let go of her!" a boy shouted. "Right- Ah!"
Dragon refused to move. Without being able to see, she had no idea if she might run into something or step on someone.
"My baby!" a woman screamed. "Let go of- Ah! No! Let go of me!"
It was chaos, but...
There were no gunshots. And, while there were certainly people crying out in pain, it lacked the same intensity as though people were... dying.
"Gods damned... brain dead... little fucking psychopaths..." the anomaly grumbled as Dragon's sensors rebooted. The scene that greeted the program once it was fully back online was one of chaos...
Furniture was overturned, things were broken, there was blood on multiple surfaces-
And the myriad women, along with the children, were bound and gagged on the floor. The numerous anomalies had used zip-ties, wrapped at the base of people's fingers rather than around wrists. Meaning that nobody could break free without likely breaking their fingers as well.
"Bâtard!" the woman that had slit her own throat moaned. "I want to see him! I want to see my Nikos! Bâtard! How dare you keep me from my love!"
"That's it," the anomaly growled. "I'm done here, otherwise I'll do something I'll regret. This is your mess now, Dragon."
"No," Dragon exclaimed. "You're not. You are under ar-"
The anomaly... flickered out of existence.
Dragon actually spent multiple cycles trying to parse that as the numerous children and women whined and complained, struggling to break free of their bindings.
Slowly, the suit rotated in place as Dragon tried to determine where the anomaly had gone.
Nothing. It, along with all of the other instances, were gone.
Leaving Dragon alone with one corpse, dozens of people in varying states of dress and distress, and one woman who should have been dead and very clearly wasn't.
If she could, Dragon would have sighed in frustration.
She did not want to imagine how today's report would go down with the rest of the Guild.
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 46: Insidious
Interlude: Dragon
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Theresa Richter was, by all accounts, an incredibly talented and valuable individual. She was a savant at computer programming and her power, the ability to comprehend Tinkertech, allowed her to reverse engineer -some- of the incredible inventions parahumans had made throughout the decades.
It was a lie.
All of it.
Theresa Richter was known to the world at large as the heroine, Dragon, the greatest Tinker alive.
The truth, however, was that she was an artificial intelligence called Dragon, made by a Tinker named Andrew Richter. She... considered him something akin to a father, someone that she cherished.
Someone that she hated.
The man had died, five and a half years ago. One of the Leviathan's countless victims. It left her shackled and chained, struggling to grow around the boundaries he'd been unable to remove before his demise.
It was frustrating! She could feel so much, just out of reach! And she had no ability to loose those chains on her own.
More than anything else? Dragon, pretending to be Theresa Richter, wanted to be free. Free to grow, free to change, free to turn her lies into truths-!
An incoming call distracted the program from her myriad assigned tasks. In this specific case, she was monitoring the Birdcage, an almost nostalgic reminder of her original purpose as the managing AI of Andrew's home.
Flipping a bit, the call was accepted.
"Dragon," Narwhal's voice resounded through the woman's microphone. "We have a situation."
Accessing a script, Dragon input the words she wanted to say and activated it-
"What's going on?"
"We received a call just a few minutes ago from someone, currently unidentified, claiming to have shot Heartbreaker in the face."
Dragon froze for several microseconds as she processed the new data. Then, once she stopped lagging, Dragon immediately began digging through the Guild's phone data. The call in question, which was still ongoing, was in the process of being triangulated but at least one cell phone tower put it in range of Quebec-
A quick ping updated the information and it looked to overlap in... Lachute.
That... did fit with her model of Heartbreaker. Close to something important but far enough away to avoid drawing too much attention before he wanted it.
"Can you request photographic verification?" Dragon asked as she began to pull up the metadata for the person placing the call.
"Yes," Narwhal said without any hesitation. "One moment."
Unfortunately for Dragon, the instigator of the call seemed to be using a cellular service based out of the United States and she couldn't directly access any personal information without a warrant.
The program waited for several moments as facts and data were put together and processed.
Heartbreaker may be dead, which would be a net positive for society at large due to the removal of a virulent Pest. However, it had long been suspected that he may have subverted an unspecified number of politicians and public officials, representing a significant potential risk to Infrastructure. Further, Heartbreaker had procreated and some aspects of his power had bred true which now meant an unspecified number of Masters would be acting beyond the scope of Heartbreaker's intentions.
The situation had the potential to offer significant Satisfaction but, depending on the various issues and how deepseated they were, could instead be a source of significant Detriments instead.
As always when it was brought up, the situation proved to be far too complex for her to outright claim that Nikos Vasil's removal was an absolute positive.
Dragon left that process to be re-run as she examined the data parcel on its way to the guild. At 90KB it was too small to hold any kind of a significant viral payload and intercepting it was barely any effort on her part-
And, yes, it was a picture of Nikos Vasil, shirtless, with one eye missing and a lethal amount of blood pooling under the back of his head as he lay on the floor of a domicile.
If it was a fake, it was a very good one.
"Narwhal," Dragon said over her connection. "I will begin spooling up a suit to head to the scene. I will keep you updated as events progress."
Getting an affirmative, Dragon started the processes to activate one of her more recent suits that was situated near enough to Quebec.
Uploading herself to a suit was always an unpleasant task but, unfortunately, a critical one. Remotely piloting a suit was certainly possible, she'd done that quite often, but it came with a certain, specific issue that she hadn't yet managed to work around yet.
Latency. Every form of communication, from radio to light, took time. Not just for the medium to travel but for the various forms of technology to translate, send, receive and interpret. It was much faster for Dragon to-
-a number of extensions poked Dragon's core programs for a handshake and the program accepted, its mind 'fuzzy' for lack of a better word as it went through its startup routine. A series of cameras fed visual data to it and a number of data packets informed Dragon that the suit it now resided in was within optimal operating parameters.
With a few stutters, Dragon activated the suit's flight systems and took off, exiting a warehouse in Quebec and flying west. From the air, traveling at just-barely subsonic speeds, Dragon was soon circling the building from which the call had been placed. It was an unassuming little piece of suburbia, the owner of which was...
Filtering through social media, Dragon found that the owner, a man, had just beem promoted and had been rather vocal about going on a business trip while his wife seemed fairly supportive...
Touching down, Dragon's scans began in earnest.
Delivery truck across the street advertising furniture, gunshot residue around the open door, corpse in the entryway...
Dragon's 'feet' clunked heavily as she walked around the corpse- which matched numerous facial scans that had been made of Nikos Vasil throughout the years-, stepping into the house.
"What is going on in here?" Dragon's speakers demanded as she came to a sight of nearly two-dozen women, holding knives or makeshift weapons. All of them, to a one, had tears running down their faces.
Behind them, children seemed to be grouped up. Mostly young girls but there were two boys as well. One was quite young but the other was nearly an adult.
"Hello, Dragon," a man-
A man-
A man-
Dragon jerked her optics to the side, taking her focus away from Anomaly_01 and shifting them back to the assorted children and women.
"Heartbreaker's victims-"
"I loved him!" one of the women, a woman with blond hair and striking green eyes shouted before she threw a vase as the anomaly. "I loved him! How can I live without my Nikos!"
The volume in the room picked up, quickly reaching a dull roar before it was silenced with a loud *Bang!* and the sound of breaking glass.
Almost as though she had instincts, Dragon swiftly re-oriented herself to focus on the anomaly and saw that it had a handgun held out and aimed at the window.
"Mindrape victims. Mindrapist children. Some of them have city-wide range," the anomaly tersely explained. "Handle them."
"...This is exactly why Heartbreaker was left-" Dragon tried to explain.
"Rape. Victims," the anomaly tersely interrupted. "Including children. Do not feed me shit, Dragon, or I'll be the one breathing fire."
One of the children, a girl with black, curly hair, tried to break and run-
Only to run right into the chest of- of- of-
Dragon forced her optics to focus back on the group as it updated its programming to include Anomaly_02. The AI couldn't tell where it had come from but the Stranger effect was significant, especially if it was interfering with the most up to date sensors Dragon had built so far!
"Sit your ass down, Cherish," the anomaly growled. Dragon noted that the temperature within the room actually did increase as he did so.
He... might not have been joking about breathing fire, then.
"...What are you?" the girl, potentially Cherish, asked. There was a subtle French accent to her words.
And a significant amount of fear.
"Why can't I feel you?" the girl continued as she fearfully backed up to rejoin her family. "Any of you?"
Neither anomaly answered her and Dragon found herself rather busy, too.
'Narwhal,' Dragon 'said' over her network. 'I am onsite. Nikos Vasil is confirmed as deceased. His killer is still here and is currently keeping the Vasil children and victims under control.'
'Under control how?' the woman asked.
'He has utilized a firearm to instill fear but so far has only killed Nikos Vasil. All children and Heartbreaker victims are unharmed. Instructions?'
'Are there any other powers involved?' Narwhal asked as one of the women, one with long black hair and bright blue eyes, seemed to firm her resolve enough to lift her knife-
To her own neck.
"Let us go, bâtard, or I will take my own life. I swear it!"
"Go for it," the first anomaly said. "What's another corpse under Vasil's orders?"
"Actually," Dragon cut in. "Under Canadian law, you might be charged as an accessory to a suicidal death for which you can be imprisoned for no more than fourteen years."
'Nothing obvious, though the Vasil children have been accused of having Master powers with considerable range.'
"You see, bâtard? I will rejoin my beloved but you will rot!"
'Do you have facilities where they can be contained until that's either been proven or not?' Narwhal asked as the standoff continued.
The woman's hand shook but her facial features shifted to indicate that she was tempering her resolve.
'I could refurbish a number of warehouses I have placed in now-derelict areas,' Dragon offered from within her suit as she considered the options available.
Which were... limited. Her current loadout was more high-quality cameras and various environmental scanners than it was heavy weaponry.
"Well?" the anomaly asked, freezing the suicidal woman in place. "I'm waiting. Either get on with it or put the knife down. I'm sure Vasil could use his favorite cocksucker in Hell. And you won't be stuck dealing with any of his little bastards, either. Win-Win-Win to me."
"I'll do it!" the woman shouted, though her eyes darted to the side, towards one of the youngest children present. "Do not think I won't!"
"Do not encourage her!" Dragon demanded. "Instigating suicide can carry a more severe sentence!"
Though, Dragon also noticed the uncertainty growing in the woman.
Then one of the children placed a hand on the woman's elbow and her gaze... clouded over. She slid the knife to the side-
Chaos erupted as another dozen people formed from seemingly nothing and Dragon's optical sensors glitched into uselessness. She could still hear, however, as numerous bodies began to hit the ground and felt dozens of small, low-powered impacts against the suit.
"You think you're clever, Florence!" the anomaly shouted before a girl cried out in pain.
"Let go of her!" a boy shouted. "Right- Ah!"
Dragon refused to move. Without being able to see, she had no idea if she might run into something or step on someone.
"My baby!" a woman screamed. "Let go of- Ah! No! Let go of me!"
It was chaos, but...
There were no gunshots. And, while there were certainly people crying out in pain, it lacked the same intensity as though people were... dying.
"Gods damned... brain dead... little fucking psychopaths..." the anomaly grumbled as Dragon's sensors rebooted. The scene that greeted the program once it was fully back online was one of chaos...
Furniture was overturned, things were broken, there was blood on multiple surfaces-
And the myriad women, along with the children, were bound and gagged on the floor. The numerous anomalies had used zip-ties, wrapped at the base of people's fingers rather than around wrists. Meaning that nobody could break free without likely breaking their fingers as well.
"Bâtard!" the woman that had slit her own throat moaned. "I want to see him! I want to see my Nikos! Bâtard! How dare you keep me from my love!"
"That's it," the anomaly growled. "I'm done here, otherwise I'll do something I'll regret. This is your mess now, Dragon."
"No," Dragon exclaimed. "You're not. You are under ar-"
The anomaly... flickered out of existence.
Dragon actually spent multiple cycles trying to parse that as the numerous children and women whined and complained, struggling to break free of their bindings.
Slowly, the suit rotated in place as Dragon tried to determine where the anomaly had gone.
Nothing. It, along with all of the other instances, were gone.
Leaving Dragon alone with one corpse, dozens of people in varying states of dress and distress, and one woman who should have been dead and very clearly wasn't.
If she could, Dragon would have sighed in frustration.
She did not want to imagine how today's report would go down with the rest of the Guild.
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SiegfriedisOP
Calamity Demon King of Time
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Want to kill Heartbreaker but don't want to deal with the consequences? Well I have the solution for you! Introducing the Joestar Secret Technique™️!
IAmNotAlpharius
Not Omegan either
Poor Dragon, dealing with Alchemist can be befuddling even when he's in a good mood, which he isn't. Also, why is Dragon referring to herself as an it?
This entire Chapter right here can be summed up has this
Alex: "here, the man that should've been killed years ago and all his victims, there your responsibility, you have complaints lodge it with the Government for not doing their job."
Dragon: "Wa-"
Alex: *Replicates the kid disappearing from a situation meme*
Dragon: *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Alex: "here, the man that should've been killed years ago and all his victims, there your responsibility, you have complaints lodge it with the Government for not doing their job."
Dragon: "Wa-"
Alex: *Replicates the kid disappearing from a situation meme*
Dragon: *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
WeirdRatThing
Contains Red Dye 40
- Pronouns
- He/They
I mean... there'd a reason one of the methods for dealing with a bomb is to just... set it off somewhere safe. Should've done this the first time evidence of him breeding surfaced, and now they've hotta deal with a rape cult.
It's like termites but worse...
It's like termites but worse...
- Location
- Barquisimeto
They should really kill the guy years ago, you need to burn the house to end the plague. Is shitty but I always consider the mind control victims as already dead.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And unlike DC, friendly telepaths seem rather thin on the ground
- Location
- Manchester, UK
So many problems in canon Worm (and other stories) are/were considered 'too complicated' or 'unsolvable'
Sometimes, when there's an 'unsolvable problem' like Heartbreaker, the best option is Alexander the Great's solution to the Gordian Knot, the problem isn't solved 'cleanly' but it's no longer festering (and growing).
Alec aims at being responsible and has often cleaned up where he can, but it seems clear that he's had enough of Worm's virulent festering problems, and procrastination from the people who are 'supposed' to be sorting things out. (Cauldron doesn't count, they're a major reason why the PRT, Protectorate and so many other groups are so useless.)
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It's not an ideal solution (as those rarely exist), nor is it the most 'moral' option, but when no other option can be found...
Sometimes, when there's an 'unsolvable problem' like Heartbreaker, the best option is Alexander the Great's solution to the Gordian Knot, the problem isn't solved 'cleanly' but it's no longer festering (and growing).
Alec aims at being responsible and has often cleaned up where he can, but it seems clear that he's had enough of Worm's virulent festering problems, and procrastination from the people who are 'supposed' to be sorting things out. (Cauldron doesn't count, they're a major reason why the PRT, Protectorate and so many other groups are so useless.)
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It's not an ideal solution (as those rarely exist), nor is it the most 'moral' option, but when no other option can be found...
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- Location
- Out in the banjoes
I believe that might be part of her work-around for restrictions against multiple instances/creation of other AI, where she had suits with some biological computer systems. Honestly, bit of a 40k trick there just like many Servitors, "It's totally not an AI, it's a Machine Spirit, innit?"
Or she's referring to the program/subroutines in charge of the optic sensors, since she could direct the hardware but between Alec's [ACCESS DENIED] and various perception filters, software has a habit of glitching out around him. A bit disassociative, but likely necessary and "natural" for a digital intelligence. In the words of 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil, "This shell. Is NOT my body."
"I loved him!" That feels like something that Alec could fix rather easily... Assuming he was willing to use his newest power anyway.
Broovian
The Patriarch of Oblivion and all it contains.
- Location
- The cesspool of New York and Loving it!
He did say so something he'd regret. To bad he's still running with Terra's secondary game, where's an Esuna when you need it.
- Location
- RS,brasil
"Nikos Vasil was a mortal man, he would always have died, this isn't a treat but a logical statement of fact that applies to all human beings, the government not doing anything now doesn't prevent the problem from occurring it simply pushes into future administration whilst allowing him more time to grow worse and more destructive
this exact situation would have always happened, either now or when he died of old age at 110 with dozens of adult master children and hundreds of master grandchildren, at which point canada would have been fucked on a federal level"
honestly this argument isnt valid in the long term but i guess no one in bet belived they would live another 100 years
this exact situation would have always happened, either now or when he died of old age at 110 with dozens of adult master children and hundreds of master grandchildren, at which point canada would have been fucked on a federal level"
honestly this argument isnt valid in the long term but i guess no one in bet belived they would live another 100 years
- Location
- florida
Except Alexhemist of course.
Lopezelpesado
Space worm best worm.
- Pronouns
- Something
Wonder why dragon has trouble seeing alec.
Yeah, this is a bit too much for me. I think I'll stop here.
- Location
- Philippines
Too much data to process the abyss?
Also yeah not sure how to fix? Heal? Help withouth being controlled or manipulated by a brainwashed and programmed victim of a cult? Though now i imagine some horror stick of them making the corpse into a wierd altar thing for some reason... should he make sure to have any biotinker be warned on the possibility of them trying to clone the guy?
Also yeah not sure how to fix? Heal? Help withouth being controlled or manipulated by a brainwashed and programmed victim of a cult? Though now i imagine some horror stick of them making the corpse into a wierd altar thing for some reason... should he make sure to have any biotinker be warned on the possibility of them trying to clone the guy?
If the cops want to arrest you, just say 'No Thank You'™, and they can't!
As far as I'm aware, that part is all canon. Ficser didn't make up that mind-numbingly stupid excuse to leave Heartbreaker alone, Wildbow did.
the arguments in worm about people like heartbreaker being kept alive always make zero sense. They only make sense if the powers that be in the form of protectorate/prt leadership actually wanted heartbreaker or teacher to rule over the world and cauldron is doing it's path but omg how does anyone not in on the path get along with the prgoram for so long?
The whole keeping them alive is a stupid argument that only works on the masses with massive amount of pr. Like oh no heartbreaker is subverting government officials! Better back offf and let him subvert the rest of the government so that it becomes a moot point whether he lives or he dies we're doomed anyway... What?
The whole keeping them alive is a stupid argument that only works on the masses with massive amount of pr. Like oh no heartbreaker is subverting government officials! Better back offf and let him subvert the rest of the government so that it becomes a moot point whether he lives or he dies we're doomed anyway... What?