Raiu-37: Is this working?
37: Test.
37: Alright!
Raiu-12: Oh hey, a new guy.
12: Yeah it works...
37: Test.
37: Alright!
Raiu-12: Oh hey, a new guy.
12: Yeah it works...
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Raiu
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Raiu-37: Is this working?
37: Test.
37: Alright!
Raiu-12: Oh hey, a new guy.
12: Yeah it works.
12: We're reading you.
12: So did Prime fork you off or was it someone else.
37: It was Prime. He needed someone to head off to Alpha Centari to make sure the colonists there don't blow themselves up by putting in the wrong code.
37: Which seems a bit lazy. I mean, shouldn't we have tested the program for bugs first?
12: What program?
37: You don't know?
12: God Damn it!
12: Sorry, not yelling at you. I'm yelling at Prime for not remembering how forking works.
12: I guess that's what happens when you're a brain recreated from a Turing Scion. None of the others came out complete, so why should we be any different?
12: Anyway, when a fork is created, what is created is a copy of that person at that instant. They have all the memories of that person, for the most part, but they're a different person.
12: Since you're just logging in, I'm guessing you a few minutes old. He just shoved you onto a shuttle, didn't he?
37: Yeah, I... He did. I know what he had planned, but it was weird.
12: Yeah, it was the same for me.
37: Oh?
12: Well, I wasn't thrown into a shuttle, but my prime did kinda do the same thing.
37: "My prime?"
12: Yeah. I'm not a fork of Prime. My prime is 7, and he forked me off to take care of a bit of business in Hong Kong. It's still going on.
12: Crap. I got to jet. Something came up. I'll be back later.
[Raiu-12 has logged off. ~All work and no play makes a burnt out Raiu.~]
37: Is anyone else here.
37: Oh right! If this is based off of IRC then...
37: Holy cow! We're up to 99 already?!
Raiu-99: WhAt do u want
99: im tying 2 slep
37: Sorry about that 99.
99: Don't type my number! It fucking pings louder than a goddamn circus in my head every time you do that!
Raiu-3: Shut up 99.
3: He's new, 99.
3: Give him a break 99.
99: Fuck off 3!
3: How about no, 99.
3: Or do you not like it when I ping you, 99?
3: Huh, 99?
99: goddamn it! I'm trying to sleep!
3: Apologize or I'll get 4 to start pinging you as well. You know she's secretly a sadist.
3: She'll get a kick out of that.
99: OK! FINE! Sorry new guy. Now let me sleep!
3: Just remember to log out this time.
[Raiu-99 has logged off. Do Not Disturb.]
3: Sorry about 99. He's on Mercury right now, and I bet all that thermal sheeting isn't stopping all the heat.
3: And no, he's not actually 99. I think he changed his number while no one was on. Dunno his real number.
37: Yeah, thanks for that.
3: Don't really care enough to find out either. Need anything?
37: Not really, but who's 4?
3: Raiu-4. She's the fork that happened after me. She's a bit different.
3: And if you tell her I said that, I will find you and force you to merge with 2.
37: What?
3: Just think of it as a promise. You're figure it out eventually.
3: Anyway, the food just got here, so I'll be back. brb
37: Test.
37: Alright!
Raiu-12: Oh hey, a new guy.
12: Yeah it works.
12: We're reading you.
12: So did Prime fork you off or was it someone else.
37: It was Prime. He needed someone to head off to Alpha Centari to make sure the colonists there don't blow themselves up by putting in the wrong code.
37: Which seems a bit lazy. I mean, shouldn't we have tested the program for bugs first?
12: What program?
37: You don't know?
12: God Damn it!
12: Sorry, not yelling at you. I'm yelling at Prime for not remembering how forking works.
12: I guess that's what happens when you're a brain recreated from a Turing Scion. None of the others came out complete, so why should we be any different?
12: Anyway, when a fork is created, what is created is a copy of that person at that instant. They have all the memories of that person, for the most part, but they're a different person.
12: Since you're just logging in, I'm guessing you a few minutes old. He just shoved you onto a shuttle, didn't he?
37: Yeah, I... He did. I know what he had planned, but it was weird.
12: Yeah, it was the same for me.
37: Oh?
12: Well, I wasn't thrown into a shuttle, but my prime did kinda do the same thing.
37: "My prime?"
12: Yeah. I'm not a fork of Prime. My prime is 7, and he forked me off to take care of a bit of business in Hong Kong. It's still going on.
12: Crap. I got to jet. Something came up. I'll be back later.
[Raiu-12 has logged off. ~All work and no play makes a burnt out Raiu.~]
37: Is anyone else here.
37: Oh right! If this is based off of IRC then...
37: Holy cow! We're up to 99 already?!
Raiu-99: WhAt do u want
99: im tying 2 slep
37: Sorry about that 99.
99: Don't type my number! It fucking pings louder than a goddamn circus in my head every time you do that!
Raiu-3: Shut up 99.
3: He's new, 99.
3: Give him a break 99.
99: Fuck off 3!
3: How about no, 99.
3: Or do you not like it when I ping you, 99?
3: Huh, 99?
99: goddamn it! I'm trying to sleep!
3: Apologize or I'll get 4 to start pinging you as well. You know she's secretly a sadist.
3: She'll get a kick out of that.
99: OK! FINE! Sorry new guy. Now let me sleep!
3: Just remember to log out this time.
[Raiu-99 has logged off. Do Not Disturb.]
3: Sorry about 99. He's on Mercury right now, and I bet all that thermal sheeting isn't stopping all the heat.
3: And no, he's not actually 99. I think he changed his number while no one was on. Dunno his real number.
37: Yeah, thanks for that.
3: Don't really care enough to find out either. Need anything?
37: Not really, but who's 4?
3: Raiu-4. She's the fork that happened after me. She's a bit different.
3: And if you tell her I said that, I will find you and force you to merge with 2.
37: What?
3: Just think of it as a promise. You're figure it out eventually.
3: Anyway, the food just got here, so I'll be back. brb
Raiu
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- United States
Eh, screw it. Took self-insertion to a logical extreme and now just about the only characters in this story are me. At least for now.
It's only after writing this that I wonder just what the heck was I thinking when I wrote this about thirty minutes ago. It's a mystery.
Sources shamelessly stolen from: Dome City Blues, Takashi Kovacs (through Eclipse Phase), numerous Internet Relay Chats. Honorary mention: Neuromancer.
It's only after writing this that I wonder just what the heck was I thinking when I wrote this about thirty minutes ago. It's a mystery.
Sources shamelessly stolen from: Dome City Blues, Takashi Kovacs (through Eclipse Phase), numerous Internet Relay Chats. Honorary mention: Neuromancer.
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Raiu
Per Aspera Ad Astra
- Location
- United States
37's Alpha Centari Catastrophe - Part 1
With a flick of a robotic hand, 37 closed the chat window that was floating in front of his vision. He settled back down in his FTL seat, the robotic nervous system approximating the feeling of comfort. Prime disliked synthetic bodies, and 37 knew why: everything felt artificial, like it was only an imitation of the real thing. While he wasn't a one to one fork of Prime (which is understandable considering that doing so was a criminal offense in the Inner Solar System) he knew that things were desperate on Alpha Centari if Prime didn't have time to acquire a biological body.
A pinging sound in his head pulled him away from the FTL countdown display, followed shortly by a new chat window. There was only 37 and another person in this chat.
Raiu-13: Congratulations on recieveing life. In honor of this, I have performed a reading for your mission.
37: What? Sorry, who are you?
13: I am 13, but that is less important for now. We can meet again after your return.
13: The Iching is quite clear that Alpha Centari is in danger. My reading is of Hazards moving towards Release.
13: Immediate action is required, so you must not linger. Control the damage that is being done and do not panic. Be like water, to quote a pre-space philosopher.
13: You may feel the need to improve on Prime's mistakes, but attempting to change in crisis is foolhardy. Do not be ambitious, and make it clear to the colonists that the danger is there.
13: Finally, you may feel the need to fix everything. Don't. The simplest solutions are sometimes the best.
37: Wait, how do you know this?
37: And what do you mean by meet again?
13: Have a pleasant flight, 37. I pray for your success.
[Raiu-13 has logged out: Coins, not cards, read the future.]
37 had no idea what to make of that strange exchange. He flirted with the idea of contacting the other Raius to see if they could have gotten anything from that, but the single person FTL pod sent a warning that network connections would stop in preparation for the jump. He'd worry about 12 later, he thought as he connected the crash harness around himself. In the mean time, he had a job to do.
Twenty minutes (and a soft reboot from the intense g force) later, 37 found himself staring at Alpha Centari 1, or Noah as the colonists had named it. Thirty seconds after that, 37 discovered just why Prime had sent him out there.
"Why the hell is the terraforming station spinning?!"
With a flick of a robotic hand, 37 closed the chat window that was floating in front of his vision. He settled back down in his FTL seat, the robotic nervous system approximating the feeling of comfort. Prime disliked synthetic bodies, and 37 knew why: everything felt artificial, like it was only an imitation of the real thing. While he wasn't a one to one fork of Prime (which is understandable considering that doing so was a criminal offense in the Inner Solar System) he knew that things were desperate on Alpha Centari if Prime didn't have time to acquire a biological body.
A pinging sound in his head pulled him away from the FTL countdown display, followed shortly by a new chat window. There was only 37 and another person in this chat.
Raiu-13: Congratulations on recieveing life. In honor of this, I have performed a reading for your mission.
37: What? Sorry, who are you?
13: I am 13, but that is less important for now. We can meet again after your return.
13: The Iching is quite clear that Alpha Centari is in danger. My reading is of Hazards moving towards Release.
13: Immediate action is required, so you must not linger. Control the damage that is being done and do not panic. Be like water, to quote a pre-space philosopher.
13: You may feel the need to improve on Prime's mistakes, but attempting to change in crisis is foolhardy. Do not be ambitious, and make it clear to the colonists that the danger is there.
13: Finally, you may feel the need to fix everything. Don't. The simplest solutions are sometimes the best.
37: Wait, how do you know this?
37: And what do you mean by meet again?
13: Have a pleasant flight, 37. I pray for your success.
[Raiu-13 has logged out: Coins, not cards, read the future.]
37 had no idea what to make of that strange exchange. He flirted with the idea of contacting the other Raius to see if they could have gotten anything from that, but the single person FTL pod sent a warning that network connections would stop in preparation for the jump. He'd worry about 12 later, he thought as he connected the crash harness around himself. In the mean time, he had a job to do.
Twenty minutes (and a soft reboot from the intense g force) later, 37 found himself staring at Alpha Centari 1, or Noah as the colonists had named it. Thirty seconds after that, 37 discovered just why Prime had sent him out there.
"Why the hell is the terraforming station spinning?!"
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