Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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Well, now that we know that witch runes have nothing to do with the reason that creating a barrier takes so long, next time we have a lot of science time, we should try and figure out ways to speed up barrier creation.
I'm guessing that recreating a previous barrier that we remember perfectly will be a lot quicker than creating a new barrier from scratch.
Maybe when dispelling a barrier we could save a mental snapshot of the exact state of the inside of the barrier and then next time, instead of just creating an arbitrary barrier, try and use that mental snapshot similarly to an ini file.
In computer science terms, this would be analogous to a Clone constructor of a class (in an object oriented language), or more broadly, to declaring and instantiating a variable in a single line of code instead of two lines.
I'm guessing that recreating a previous barrier that we remember perfectly will be a lot quicker than creating a new barrier from scratch.
Maybe when dispelling a barrier we could save a mental snapshot of the exact state of the inside of the barrier and then next time, instead of just creating an arbitrary barrier, try and use that mental snapshot similarly to an ini file.
In computer science terms, this would be analogous to a Clone constructor of a class (in an object oriented language), or more broadly, to declaring and instantiating a variable in a single line of code instead of two lines.
Well, it would actually be more like serializing the "important" parts of the "state" to a "mental store", to deserialize it later when we make the Barrier again. Only worth it if the serializing + deserializing cost is cheaper in terms of time than making it "from scratch", and one can afford the "storage cost" of the serialized form.
Of course, we probably won't get to "science time" and especially barrier tech for quite some time, so I guess just add it to the science list...
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I would have thought so as well, except that's basically what we just did and it took exactly the same amount of time.
I don't know how we could do any more than we already have been doing. Due to her meta-abilities, Sabrina has eidetic memory (i.e. we can go back and read old updates at any time), so I don't think there is any improvement that can be made in this direction.
These are good programming practices, but they don't actually save any time during operation. Mostly, they just save space in the source file and make it easier to understand.
The logical next step for improving the barrier creation time would be to try decreasing the complexity of the thing created. Sabrina created an entire city complete with sunlight and ambient sounds. 30 minutes is actually an incredibly short time to have created something so intricate. If creation time scales directly with complexity, then Sabrina could probably create a single room in milliseconds.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
This, please. Let's try not creating the entire everything next time. A single room with a light bulb should be a good start.
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and if that takes half a hour too, then next next time we're creating universe larger than universe and stuffing incubators in it
That sounds like it would lead to Feathers. Homulucifer is not a good role model.
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Unlike with Homucifer, we are happy, incubators are happy, mami is happy and homura is happy. It is win/win/win/win...Who loses? And then the barrier universe rises beyond its origin to strike down its god.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Don't diss Momucifer. She's cool. She just needs to lay off the habit of trampling over other people's wishes and instating her own, 'better' course of action.
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We are our mother's daugher.
Eh, that's debatable. incubators suffering was one good points about Homucifer's universal rewrite, wasn't it?
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I'm rating this hugs since there is no "horror" rating.
...That's mean!
(Even if they have had it coming for thousands of years, if not millennia)
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Homulucifer's world manages to get pretty much everything wrong- everyone got lobotomized, Homura's in a hell of her own making, and the situation manages to be worse off than when they were all in an actual witch barrier.
No one is actually happy in that ending. Only upside is that the Incubators got dragged down with the rest of the universe.
So yeah, Homulucifer is a BAD END and worse role model.
No one is actually happy in that ending. Only upside is that the Incubators got dragged down with the rest of the universe.
So yeah, Homulucifer is a BAD END and worse role model.
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Bit of a problem with your theory there. The Incubators would need to be insane to be able FEEL happy about that, and if they were insane, they might feel bad about abandoning everyone else and sitting in their closed off universe like they're the Anti-Spirals or something. They also might get hit by boredom if they were insane and didn't need to work anymore.
Eh. Most of the cast looks relatively happy in the ending. Especially Nagisa. The main problem is that it isn't sustainable. Homura brought Madoka back, but the Law of Cycles was damaged in the process, perhaps fatally. And the whole universe is cracking around the edges with the result that many things are visibly warped and Homura's familiars are sneaking in through the cracks. I could easily see the situation deteriorating over time until things come to a head and time has to be reset in order to fix things. Which could have resulted in a situation similar to the start of PMAS. Except that instead of wishing to destroy all witches, Madoka (apparently) wished to "fix everything". Or something like that. We really need to figure out exactly what happened there.
What makes you think that's possible?
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Sure the megucas are happy in that ending. Homucifer carefully scrubs away any memories that might let them be unhappy.
Homu's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
The straightforward approach would be to ask Homura.
The meta approach would be to ask Firnagzen.
The bullshit approach would be to build a grief device that can look into futures that no longer exist.
The dark approach would be to ask "Feathers".
The light approach would be to ask Madokami.
There are probably other ways to divine this information that I haven't thought of.
One way or the other, I do expect to find out what happened at some point.
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How hilarious would it be if the gold-eyes foreshadowing meant Madoka was literally Madokami the whole time, knew fucking everything, and could've answered all our questions, but she never came forward because we never prompted and she still has the Dokes-patented self-image issues that limit her agency outside of lemming behavior?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Screw answers to our questions. She's taking us to visit grandma and granpa right now.
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That's a pretty low view of Madoka. Personally, I always thought that she was a very wise girl, considerably more stable than most teenagers. She has an excellent relationship with her parents, and she often goes to them for advice, but she makes her own decisions at the end of the day. It's not so much that Madoka has self-image issues, it's more that she gets put into impossible circumstances and she wants to help, but she doesn't know how to do so. Madoka doesn't make hasty decisions, but once she has decided on a course of action, she acts decisively. This causes plenty of problems for Homura since she doesn't want Madoka to put her life in danger at all, and the threats that Madoka faces are inconceivably dangerous, but I wouldn't call Madoka a lemming.
Again, not actually happy.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Sarcasm!
Oriko and Kirika, first meetings pt. II
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Happy 2000 pages, Firn.
This doesn't make any sense.
Kirika gripped Mikuni's hand tightly, as if she'd let go at any second.
This has to be a joke. Some kind of prank.
Mikuni was carefully, impassively steering her down the street. Kirika inwardly realized that this was one of the richer parts of the city.
She's leading you astray. Any second, she's gonna turn around, and start throwing things.
Mikuni seemed a lot quieter than earlier. Her face was comparatively straight and solemn, compared to the smile she'd had before. Her walk was straight-legged and deliberate, and her gaze seemed to be fixed on the road.
Does she even care? One first impression, and you trust her? I thought you'd learned from Erika.
Kirika spared a glance at Mikuni's face. The other girl's eyes flicked to her, widened for an instant, and then moved back to the road.
She looked over her shoulder. Maybe someone was following them. Maybe this Mikuni girl had friends. That sounds right. Fortunately, it didn't look like anyone was behind them. Kirika's eyes returned to the sidewalk – where she saw someone at the end of the block.
It was an older man, wearing a suit. Kirika shrugged – even a Shirome student probably wouldn't have employees. She didn't expect him to be in on the other girl's schemes.
She also didn't expect the man's reaction. When his gaze met the pair, he immediately glared, as if he was looking at something disgusting. Kirika's first thought was that they were still holding hands, but she realized the man wasn't looking at her; he was looking at Mikuni and Mikuni alone.
More unexpected still was Mikuni's own reaction. The moment the man's eyes fell on her, Mikuni seemed to transform. Her back went poker-straight, her gait developed a dancer's rhythm, and her overall body language seemed designed for poise. Kirika supposed that, if you were looking at her even at a distance, you'd see she didn't care what the guy thought of her.
But Kirika wasn't at a distance. She wasn't the most social person, but she could usually tell when someone was being false. And up close… she saw all the bits of fear in the other girl. In the second before she'd shifted, Kirika had seen her pupils dilate, heard her breath quicken, and with Oriko's fingers still intertwined with hers, she felt the other girl's grip tighten. Just for a second, before she seemed to realize what she'd done and immediately loosened it. But that was enough. She was scared… and even if she was faking, that wasn't right.
Kirika immediately changed course. This time, she was pulling; the girl was surprisingly strong, but after a moment of recognition, she seemed to relent to Kirika's new direction, as Kirika pulled the pair of them across the road. The guy in the suit watched them with some irritation, but he didn't look interested in following them.
Once across the street, Mikuni visibly relaxed. "…Thank you for that," she murmured, her fingers still interlocked with Kirika's. Kirika just shrugged.
"What was that about?"
"I'm… not especially popular in this town lately." The other girl's eyes drifted to the sidewalk.
Kirika shrugged. It looked like Mikuni had some secrets. She could respect that.
The walk up the block was comparatively brisk, at which Mikuni turned… and then Kirika saw the house. Her eyes widened. She wasn't sure what she'd expected… but it probably wasn't a house this big. It was a massive mansion, painted white, the sort you saw on those TV shows about old European people. The garden alone was bigger than the apartment she lived in, and full of rosebushes that looked to be immaculately kept.
As Kirika, still gawping, let Mikuni pull her up the garden path, she found her eyes wandering to the little details of the place. With a wince, she noticed it wasn't quite as nice-looking up close. Half the windows looked to be broken, there was trash on the lawn, and the front door, a lovely-looking wall of oak, was marred by graffiti. Kirika squinted at the door, as Mikuni rummaged for a key. Not much of it was promising.
Swindler.
Criminal.
Liar.
Die.
Kirika honestly had no clue what to make of this. Was the girl some kind of crazy person or criminal? Was there something weird going on behind the scenes that she was missing? She'd seemed nice, but serial killers were nice, right?
But at the same time, she didn't feel any kind of danger from the girl. At worst, she'd been merely impassive. At best, there was… something else. Something she honestly… liked.
Despite herself, Kirika found her other hand wandering, patting Oriko on the shoulder. She felt the other girl flinch for an instant, before relaxing into her and leaning against her. Kirika felt a strange feeling where Oriko touched her, halfway between a burning sensation and a pleasant tickle. Instinctively, she felt a need to pull away – what was with this girl, she was so touchy-feely – but at the same time, she found herself enjoying it, and she let Mikuni lean into her as the door opened with a click.
The entrance hall was similarly opulent, with a dozen portraits lining the wall. However, where the exterior looked wrecked, the interior was worn and looked poorly-kept. There was a clear film of dust over the walls and floors, and the house itself was eerily quiet. At first, Kirika wondered if it had been abandoned... but then she caught a whiff of something.
"Oh, my," said Mikuni, dragging Kirika down the hall and into the kitchen, "is it burning? Please, don't be burning, please," she mumbled, as she pulled an oven mitt off the counter and swung the oven door open. She pulled her fingers from Kirika's with some reluctance (on both their parts, Kirika silently noted), and lifted out a fluffy sponge cake. "Ohhhh..." she said plaintively, looking at the slightly blackened edges of the cake with some disappointment. "I thought I was on a timer."
"It's okay," Kirika found herself saying, despite herself. "We can just cut those bits off, I don't mind."
At those words, Mikuni's face immediately seemed to brighten up. She set the cake on the counter, and lifted two aprons from one of the drawers. "If it's not too much," she said, a smile creeping its way across her face, "I could use some help with decoration."
Kirika fought the butterflies in her stomach, which now seemed back with a vengeance at seeing Oriko cheerful, and nodded. "Sure, I guess." She took one of the aprons from Mikuni's hand, and pulled it on.
"I can help you tie it," Mikuni said, and Kirika frowned slightly. Okay, seriously, nobody was this nice to her. This girl was a liar, and she'd be... Oriko looked slightly crestfallen at her expression, and Kirika's feet, unbidden, turned her back to Mikuni to present her with the apron strings. Turning her back also helped conceal the growing blush, as Mikuni's smooth, slender fingers worked their way at the small of Kirika's back. Kirika didn't realize what was going on. Why is she doing this? Does she owe me a favor? Does she... is she...
"Now do me, " Mikuni said, breaking Kirika from her reverie. She'd turned around herself, and it was only now that Kirika realized the weight of the knot hanging where Mikuni's fingers had been working not long ago. She, rather unsteadily, stretched her hands forward, and quickly tied the knot. Mikuni nodded her thanks. "Now," she said, "do you want to get to work on this cake?"
It was only when Kirika looked at the cake now that she realized how small it was. This wasn't a party cake, this was the kind of cake her mom bought when report card day came and she wanted to drown her sorrows. It was barely big enough for two people... and then Kirika's eyebrows raised. "Wait a minute..."
"Ah..." Mikuni murmured. "I am so very sorry about the deception." She shook her head. "When I said a small party... I meant just us two. I had something important to tell you... but I think I got too into it, and then I started making food, and I haven't had someone over in so long, so..." She shrugged. "I doubt I can excuse myself. This is a poor way to start off."
Kirika just stared. The girl had been confusing before, but this was just plain bizarre - and it wasn't like Kirika was a paragon of normalcy, either. Who invited random people into their house for cake? Wait, was it really random? What was going on? Kirika's eyes darted left and right, as if scoping for exits... but then they focused on Mikuni herself.
Mikuni's face had that same fear that she'd seen earlier, that same blanched terror. Her pupils were twitching, her hands quivered, and her legs shifted unsteadily, as if she was uncertain whether to run forward or back away.
"I apologize," she said. "It's so complicated... things have been changing... a few days ago, I could have asked this easily, but..." She shook her head. "You are free to leave."
Kirika just stared at the girl. Nothing she was saying made sense... but at the same time, she couldn't just leave her. Even if the circumstances had been a bit weird... she had invited her over. She'd made her a cake. She honestly wanted to talk to her. That was more than anyone had done for her in months.
And she couldn't help but think that Oriko felt the exact same thing..
She clapped the other girl on the shoulder. "You know, that cake's gettin' cold."
Through her fingers, she felt the muscles in Oriko's shoulder relax. The worry seemed to vanish from the other girl's eyes in seconds. A smile seemed to be showing in the corners of her mouth, though it was quickly stifled as she straightened her face to the same impassive look she'd had while walking. She jabbed her thumb toward a bowl on the counter. "The frosting is over there. Shall we get to work?"
Despite herself, Kirika nodded.
This doesn't make any sense.
Kirika gripped Mikuni's hand tightly, as if she'd let go at any second.
This has to be a joke. Some kind of prank.
Mikuni was carefully, impassively steering her down the street. Kirika inwardly realized that this was one of the richer parts of the city.
She's leading you astray. Any second, she's gonna turn around, and start throwing things.
Mikuni seemed a lot quieter than earlier. Her face was comparatively straight and solemn, compared to the smile she'd had before. Her walk was straight-legged and deliberate, and her gaze seemed to be fixed on the road.
Does she even care? One first impression, and you trust her? I thought you'd learned from Erika.
Kirika spared a glance at Mikuni's face. The other girl's eyes flicked to her, widened for an instant, and then moved back to the road.
She looked over her shoulder. Maybe someone was following them. Maybe this Mikuni girl had friends. That sounds right. Fortunately, it didn't look like anyone was behind them. Kirika's eyes returned to the sidewalk – where she saw someone at the end of the block.
It was an older man, wearing a suit. Kirika shrugged – even a Shirome student probably wouldn't have employees. She didn't expect him to be in on the other girl's schemes.
She also didn't expect the man's reaction. When his gaze met the pair, he immediately glared, as if he was looking at something disgusting. Kirika's first thought was that they were still holding hands, but she realized the man wasn't looking at her; he was looking at Mikuni and Mikuni alone.
More unexpected still was Mikuni's own reaction. The moment the man's eyes fell on her, Mikuni seemed to transform. Her back went poker-straight, her gait developed a dancer's rhythm, and her overall body language seemed designed for poise. Kirika supposed that, if you were looking at her even at a distance, you'd see she didn't care what the guy thought of her.
But Kirika wasn't at a distance. She wasn't the most social person, but she could usually tell when someone was being false. And up close… she saw all the bits of fear in the other girl. In the second before she'd shifted, Kirika had seen her pupils dilate, heard her breath quicken, and with Oriko's fingers still intertwined with hers, she felt the other girl's grip tighten. Just for a second, before she seemed to realize what she'd done and immediately loosened it. But that was enough. She was scared… and even if she was faking, that wasn't right.
Kirika immediately changed course. This time, she was pulling; the girl was surprisingly strong, but after a moment of recognition, she seemed to relent to Kirika's new direction, as Kirika pulled the pair of them across the road. The guy in the suit watched them with some irritation, but he didn't look interested in following them.
Once across the street, Mikuni visibly relaxed. "…Thank you for that," she murmured, her fingers still interlocked with Kirika's. Kirika just shrugged.
"What was that about?"
"I'm… not especially popular in this town lately." The other girl's eyes drifted to the sidewalk.
Kirika shrugged. It looked like Mikuni had some secrets. She could respect that.
The walk up the block was comparatively brisk, at which Mikuni turned… and then Kirika saw the house. Her eyes widened. She wasn't sure what she'd expected… but it probably wasn't a house this big. It was a massive mansion, painted white, the sort you saw on those TV shows about old European people. The garden alone was bigger than the apartment she lived in, and full of rosebushes that looked to be immaculately kept.
As Kirika, still gawping, let Mikuni pull her up the garden path, she found her eyes wandering to the little details of the place. With a wince, she noticed it wasn't quite as nice-looking up close. Half the windows looked to be broken, there was trash on the lawn, and the front door, a lovely-looking wall of oak, was marred by graffiti. Kirika squinted at the door, as Mikuni rummaged for a key. Not much of it was promising.
Swindler.
Criminal.
Liar.
Die.
Kirika honestly had no clue what to make of this. Was the girl some kind of crazy person or criminal? Was there something weird going on behind the scenes that she was missing? She'd seemed nice, but serial killers were nice, right?
But at the same time, she didn't feel any kind of danger from the girl. At worst, she'd been merely impassive. At best, there was… something else. Something she honestly… liked.
Despite herself, Kirika found her other hand wandering, patting Oriko on the shoulder. She felt the other girl flinch for an instant, before relaxing into her and leaning against her. Kirika felt a strange feeling where Oriko touched her, halfway between a burning sensation and a pleasant tickle. Instinctively, she felt a need to pull away – what was with this girl, she was so touchy-feely – but at the same time, she found herself enjoying it, and she let Mikuni lean into her as the door opened with a click.
The entrance hall was similarly opulent, with a dozen portraits lining the wall. However, where the exterior looked wrecked, the interior was worn and looked poorly-kept. There was a clear film of dust over the walls and floors, and the house itself was eerily quiet. At first, Kirika wondered if it had been abandoned... but then she caught a whiff of something.
"Oh, my," said Mikuni, dragging Kirika down the hall and into the kitchen, "is it burning? Please, don't be burning, please," she mumbled, as she pulled an oven mitt off the counter and swung the oven door open. She pulled her fingers from Kirika's with some reluctance (on both their parts, Kirika silently noted), and lifted out a fluffy sponge cake. "Ohhhh..." she said plaintively, looking at the slightly blackened edges of the cake with some disappointment. "I thought I was on a timer."
"It's okay," Kirika found herself saying, despite herself. "We can just cut those bits off, I don't mind."
At those words, Mikuni's face immediately seemed to brighten up. She set the cake on the counter, and lifted two aprons from one of the drawers. "If it's not too much," she said, a smile creeping its way across her face, "I could use some help with decoration."
Kirika fought the butterflies in her stomach, which now seemed back with a vengeance at seeing Oriko cheerful, and nodded. "Sure, I guess." She took one of the aprons from Mikuni's hand, and pulled it on.
"I can help you tie it," Mikuni said, and Kirika frowned slightly. Okay, seriously, nobody was this nice to her. This girl was a liar, and she'd be... Oriko looked slightly crestfallen at her expression, and Kirika's feet, unbidden, turned her back to Mikuni to present her with the apron strings. Turning her back also helped conceal the growing blush, as Mikuni's smooth, slender fingers worked their way at the small of Kirika's back. Kirika didn't realize what was going on. Why is she doing this? Does she owe me a favor? Does she... is she...
"Now do me, " Mikuni said, breaking Kirika from her reverie. She'd turned around herself, and it was only now that Kirika realized the weight of the knot hanging where Mikuni's fingers had been working not long ago. She, rather unsteadily, stretched her hands forward, and quickly tied the knot. Mikuni nodded her thanks. "Now," she said, "do you want to get to work on this cake?"
It was only when Kirika looked at the cake now that she realized how small it was. This wasn't a party cake, this was the kind of cake her mom bought when report card day came and she wanted to drown her sorrows. It was barely big enough for two people... and then Kirika's eyebrows raised. "Wait a minute..."
"Ah..." Mikuni murmured. "I am so very sorry about the deception." She shook her head. "When I said a small party... I meant just us two. I had something important to tell you... but I think I got too into it, and then I started making food, and I haven't had someone over in so long, so..." She shrugged. "I doubt I can excuse myself. This is a poor way to start off."
Kirika just stared. The girl had been confusing before, but this was just plain bizarre - and it wasn't like Kirika was a paragon of normalcy, either. Who invited random people into their house for cake? Wait, was it really random? What was going on? Kirika's eyes darted left and right, as if scoping for exits... but then they focused on Mikuni herself.
Mikuni's face had that same fear that she'd seen earlier, that same blanched terror. Her pupils were twitching, her hands quivered, and her legs shifted unsteadily, as if she was uncertain whether to run forward or back away.
"I apologize," she said. "It's so complicated... things have been changing... a few days ago, I could have asked this easily, but..." She shook her head. "You are free to leave."
Kirika just stared at the girl. Nothing she was saying made sense... but at the same time, she couldn't just leave her. Even if the circumstances had been a bit weird... she had invited her over. She'd made her a cake. She honestly wanted to talk to her. That was more than anyone had done for her in months.
And she couldn't help but think that Oriko felt the exact same thing..
She clapped the other girl on the shoulder. "You know, that cake's gettin' cold."
Through her fingers, she felt the muscles in Oriko's shoulder relax. The worry seemed to vanish from the other girl's eyes in seconds. A smile seemed to be showing in the corners of her mouth, though it was quickly stifled as she straightened her face to the same impassive look she'd had while walking. She jabbed her thumb toward a bowl on the counter. "The frosting is over there. Shall we get to work?"
Despite herself, Kirika nodded.
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