Abv is alcohol by volume. It can't be over 100 percent. If it has ingredients other than alcohol it would reduce the abv.
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Abv is alcohol by volume. It can't be over 100 percent. If it has ingredients other than alcohol it would reduce the abv.
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I believe he was saying there are ways to get something that feels more intoxicating than 100 abv at lower abv by either it not actually being alcohol, or by it containing something that antagonistically amplifies the effects of alcohol upon consumption.
So you can get something with lower abv that has effects that are more dramatic than even 100 abv
Yes I agree with that. Saying it is twice as strong as whiskey does not say anything about what proof it is or what abv it is. Mushrooms are stronger hallucinogens than Marijuana and have vastly different chemical compounds that cause the effects.
KillerFish
Grumpy Owl, Bird Lawyer
Lt. Commander Janeway? That makes her, what, Second Officer (Third-in-Command)?
We're ahead of the OTL here.
Wait… is *this* Voyager even an Intrepid class? I know bio-neural gel packs were discussed, but nobody's mentioned ship class, and dragon wings are a bit bigger than butterfly wings …
We're ahead of the OTL here.
Wait… is *this* Voyager even an Intrepid class? I know bio-neural gel packs were discussed, but nobody's mentioned ship class, and dragon wings are a bit bigger than butterfly wings …
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There's something of a sliding scale here, whether it is ethical to create sentient life with pre-set personality parameters. Like, you might think it's great if your son/daughter would grow up to be somewhat cheerful/hard-working/intelligent/socially adept/somewhat respectful of convention but you roll the dice, take whatever you get and do the best you can with it. If you're making Soong-level androids, you really don't want to have to resort to chanting "RNGeesus, hear my plea - don't be a sociopath, don't be a sociopath, don't be a sociopath" before setting the random seed number in the positronic matrix.
Natural biological life forms have some degree of species-level presets in the form of instincts, so it would not be unreasonable on the face of it to design artificial life to have the same. It's a very slippery slope, though. Like, there are animals that 'imprint' on the first thing they see. You could do that to your androids and BAM instant slave/servant.
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Not always. Pretty sure there are scenes of slicing hands and it being added to a barrel of wine.
So probably the vast majority is as you say animal based. Spiced up maybe with a perticular barrel who had some hero add some blood to it. But I could see a house taking a defeated foe who's destruction has some great meaning and making wine from their blood once they where defeated. But only a foe with honor. Say you defeated the head of a noble house ending a feud that had lasted centuries. You honer him by turning his blood to wine that will be drunk between yours and your enemies house at every meeting to it runs dry.
For instance you wouldn't make the albino from DS9 into wine for his actions were dishonerable. Same for Martok at the end. It would need both sides to recognise the others grievances and history before battle is joined.
Bit of head cannon there.
Crazael
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The only scenes like that i can recall are events that are well putside the norm for the consumption of bloodwine.
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I can already imagine it.
You're the engineer who is perpetually off-screen, only talking through the coms or the drone.
The audience thinks the drone is you.
Then in the Season Finale they blow all their budget on you appearing for 30 seconds during the climactic fight.
Surprise Dragon Interrupt.
"We just need to hold out until Lieutenant Zephyr arrives."
"The Engineer? What will he do?"
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Ooh do tell my memory fails.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
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Well, theres the scene where Worf is brought intonthe House of Martok. And a few other pledge scenes like that. And while i dont think those scenes involved mixing it with bloodwine, its not impossible.
The peak of robot design would be an expert system (aka Non-Sophont AGI), but Zephyr is still quite far away from such lofty heights.
That would be most helpful and an interesting read. If our dragon can make this then the Federation won't have to worry about making Sentient ai but just smart robots for complicated tasks.
Skipped working in a secret facility, AFAICT.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
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Skipped it. Not uncommon for hiver fics to have gaps like that between entries in a series.
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I'm afraid that's classified.
The star streaks of the warp field flew past the window outside my cabin. My cabin was actually meant to have been two cabins, but when I had been confirmed for the chief engineer role, the joining wall between a pair of family sized cabins along with the interior walls had been removed.
It was still not perfect, but because of where it was on the rear edge of the saucer section, they had managed to squeeze out another full meter of headroom compared to normal quarters. So it wasn't bad actually.
The Intrepid class was meant to be able to do long term missions into deep space. Like in the old days, where you could be out of touch for five years at a time or even longer, so it had been important to keep crew morale up.
So despite being a pretty smallish ship compared to some like the Galaxy class, Intrepids were actually fairly roomy inside.
Which was the only reason I could even serve onboard. In fact, even these quarters were on the low range of what was calculated as long term living space for me by Starfleet.
I had been hesitant about accepting the role on such a small ship until I toured her during her construction.
Dinah slowly turned in a circle, "...Still don't go in much for furniture, do you?"
I shook my head, "Don't need it. Would only get in the way."
"And when you have friends over?" she asked.
Looking at her in amusement, I sank down to lay on the floor, "I guess I can get her a chair.."
Dinah frowned, "Zeph, you did make more friends than me while you were away wherever you were, didn't you?"
I mimicked a shrug, "Wasn't really that sort of place. I know some people, but friends may be exaggerating it."
"Well, you'll make friends here."
I mimicked another shrug, "Maybe."
Dinah frowned at me, "Zeph..."
"I'm a not very social species, I'm perf-"
"Don't give me that shit, you were plenty sociable at the academy."
I raised my head to look at her, "I don't think that's strictly true."
She frowned at me, "...What happened? You always were a bit introverted, but..."
"The Borg happened," I told her directly.
Dinah hesitated for a split second before taking half a step closer, "We never really did talk about what happened. Not even after the memorial service."
I bared my teeth at her, feeling a warning growl bubble up through my throat.
Dinah reached out and smacked the tip of my nose, causing me to cringe back, "Don't give me that shit!"
Taking a deep breath, I snorted at her, "Don't go there, Navari."
She didn't buy it. Instead she stepped up, wrapped her arms around my head and rested her forehead between my eyes, "...I miss him too..." she said softly.
I snorted again before I sighed and leaned my head slightly towards her, thinking she'd let go eventually.
That didn't happen.
"...You're not letting go until I talk to you, are you?" I finally asked.
"Nope. You never told me… what happened. Not in any detail. I need to know."
In fact, I think she hugged a bit harder.
"...Charles was so right calling you a limpet," I grumbled, flexing my claws against the floor.
"According to my previous girlfriend, yes."
I blinked and crossed my eyes the best I could to look at her, "Previous? And you had a girlfriend?"
She neither moved nor took the bait, "You would know either of those if you had kept in touch. Now talk."
If I really wanted to, I could make her go away. She was just a human after all.
...but she was my friend.
One of my only friends.
Damn it.
I sighed once more, "I was on the bridge," I said quietly, "We were taking hit after hit, it was ripping pieces off the ship. When we lost a nacelle, Captain Torr ordered us to abandon ship."
She didn't say anything, so I just continued, "I was... furious. Afraid, yes, but mostly furious. Nothing we were doing was doing anything to the Borg, I'm not even sure they even noticed anything the fleet did. They just swatted us aside like nothing. All our accomplishments, all our dedication, all... none of it mattered. Captain Torr ordered an evacuation and I moved from my station."
"Towards the escape pods?"
"Aft of the bridge, yeah," I said, "Captain Torr ordered Charles to transfer the helm to the captain's console, announcing his intent to ram the cube. I'm not sure why I paused, if I was waiting for my friend or because I was surprised by the Captain, but... that's the last time I saw either of them. Captain sitting in his chair, the cube on the view screen and Charles just getting out of his. Next thing I knew, I woke up drifting in space. I'm likely never going to remember what happened, but recovery of the ship's computer storage revealed that a weapon hit the front half of the bridge and cut straight through the hull. The weapon... it may have missed me, but it threw me into space."
While bouncing my head against at least one bulkhead on the way.
"You couldn't have done anything."
I felt another growl rumble through me, "I am aware," I said and took a deep breath, "And that pissed me off more than anything else. They came here and thought they could threaten, to take what was mine! I want to hurt them, I want to rip them apart, I want to exterminate every single one of them!"
Dinah shifted slightly to look into my right eye, "Yours?"
"...Some sort of instinct," I grumbled, "I think my species is territorial. I mostly have a handle on it."
She nodded and finally let go. She just kept a hand on top of my head as she started to sink down to sit. I lowered my head with her until I rested my chin across her legs,
"I was... so afraid," Dinah admitted quietly, "I knew you two were on the fleet coming to stop the Borg. Seeing your ship's name on the list in the briefing... It was terrifying. The entire situation was terrifying."
"We were worried for you too," I admitted quietly, closing my eyes, "How did you manage to stop the cube? Even where I worked it was classified."
"Classified," she sighed, "But it's unlikely to work again. It's part of how we saved Captain Picard," she said before she frowned, "...Fuck it, I don't know the details anyway, I spent most of it stationed outside engineering other than a quick mission to board the cube. Commander Laforge and Commander Data did something. They kinda put the Borg to sleep, which caused them to self-destruct. That's really all I know about that anyway."
I considered that for several long moments, "Some sort of failsafe to keep their technology out of our jaws," I agreed. It confirmed my suspicions.
I never got the details as such, just the general overview.
"I think so," she agreed and rested her hand on top of my head, "So that's what you did while you were away? You built anti-borg weapons?"
I shook my head slightly, "Worked on a ship design among other things, and tinkered on some various projects for SI," I said quietly, "All I can really say. I... did develop several others as well on my own, but they were all rejected by Starfleet."
"Why's that?"
I snorted, "Apparently because 'we don't make weapons of mass destruction'," I grumbled, "Like every starship isn't already. But no, a ten thousand kilo antimatter warhead on a long term deployment warp capable artificially intelligent missile is a step too far apparently. Same objection to most effective ideas I had."
Dinah's hand had been stroking between my eyes until then stopped for a second before resuming, "...I can see why," she admitted quietly, "Even having something like that would exponentially ramp tensions up in the entire quadrant."
I growled at that, "What part of 'existential threat to all life' do people not understand? New ships are all well and good, but I'd like to see them try to adapt to being hit in the face with a star."
She didn't answer for several moments before she spoke up, "Remember our talk about the Prime Directive?" she asked before she continued, "Same deal here. If we lose who we are... be it by death or by turning into what we're not, what does it matter if we win or lose?"
That made me growl and I raised my head to her eye level, "Because they try to take what is mi-"
That earned me another smack at the tip of my snout, "Stop being a stereotype!"
I grumbled and put my head back down, "You're talking about us stopping being the Federation," I admitted, "And stopping being Starfleet."
"Yes. After something like this, it would be easy to turn to xenophobia and fear," she said, her hand returning to between my eyes, "But that's not who we are, Zeph. I know that's not who you are. You're one of the strongest people I know, you're so much better than that."
I didn't answer, just closing my eyes. We stayed like that for a long time before I finally spoke up, "...your legs have fallen asleep, haven't they?"
"Like twenty minutes ago, you're heavy. So?"
Sighing, I lifted my head off her, "You're right," I admitted, "And I may have let my instincts of wanting them dead for invading my territory have more of a say than I realized. I still think overwhelming blunt force is our best option however. No fancy trick in adapting to it."
I still wanted to exterminate every single last borg, but that side didn't get a vote.
For now.
Dinah nodded, "In which case, how about we check out the mess hall? As soon as my legs wake back up."
"...Alright," I said and studied her, water glittering on her dark skinned face, "You have been crying."
She smiled a bit, "Maybe I should visit the bathroom first. Help me up?"
It was still not perfect, but because of where it was on the rear edge of the saucer section, they had managed to squeeze out another full meter of headroom compared to normal quarters. So it wasn't bad actually.
The Intrepid class was meant to be able to do long term missions into deep space. Like in the old days, where you could be out of touch for five years at a time or even longer, so it had been important to keep crew morale up.
So despite being a pretty smallish ship compared to some like the Galaxy class, Intrepids were actually fairly roomy inside.
Which was the only reason I could even serve onboard. In fact, even these quarters were on the low range of what was calculated as long term living space for me by Starfleet.
I had been hesitant about accepting the role on such a small ship until I toured her during her construction.
Dinah slowly turned in a circle, "...Still don't go in much for furniture, do you?"
I shook my head, "Don't need it. Would only get in the way."
"And when you have friends over?" she asked.
Looking at her in amusement, I sank down to lay on the floor, "I guess I can get her a chair.."
Dinah frowned, "Zeph, you did make more friends than me while you were away wherever you were, didn't you?"
I mimicked a shrug, "Wasn't really that sort of place. I know some people, but friends may be exaggerating it."
"Well, you'll make friends here."
I mimicked another shrug, "Maybe."
Dinah frowned at me, "Zeph..."
"I'm a not very social species, I'm perf-"
"Don't give me that shit, you were plenty sociable at the academy."
I raised my head to look at her, "I don't think that's strictly true."
She frowned at me, "...What happened? You always were a bit introverted, but..."
"The Borg happened," I told her directly.
Dinah hesitated for a split second before taking half a step closer, "We never really did talk about what happened. Not even after the memorial service."
I bared my teeth at her, feeling a warning growl bubble up through my throat.
Dinah reached out and smacked the tip of my nose, causing me to cringe back, "Don't give me that shit!"
Taking a deep breath, I snorted at her, "Don't go there, Navari."
She didn't buy it. Instead she stepped up, wrapped her arms around my head and rested her forehead between my eyes, "...I miss him too..." she said softly.
I snorted again before I sighed and leaned my head slightly towards her, thinking she'd let go eventually.
That didn't happen.
"...You're not letting go until I talk to you, are you?" I finally asked.
"Nope. You never told me… what happened. Not in any detail. I need to know."
In fact, I think she hugged a bit harder.
"...Charles was so right calling you a limpet," I grumbled, flexing my claws against the floor.
"According to my previous girlfriend, yes."
I blinked and crossed my eyes the best I could to look at her, "Previous? And you had a girlfriend?"
She neither moved nor took the bait, "You would know either of those if you had kept in touch. Now talk."
If I really wanted to, I could make her go away. She was just a human after all.
...but she was my friend.
One of my only friends.
Damn it.
I sighed once more, "I was on the bridge," I said quietly, "We were taking hit after hit, it was ripping pieces off the ship. When we lost a nacelle, Captain Torr ordered us to abandon ship."
She didn't say anything, so I just continued, "I was... furious. Afraid, yes, but mostly furious. Nothing we were doing was doing anything to the Borg, I'm not even sure they even noticed anything the fleet did. They just swatted us aside like nothing. All our accomplishments, all our dedication, all... none of it mattered. Captain Torr ordered an evacuation and I moved from my station."
"Towards the escape pods?"
"Aft of the bridge, yeah," I said, "Captain Torr ordered Charles to transfer the helm to the captain's console, announcing his intent to ram the cube. I'm not sure why I paused, if I was waiting for my friend or because I was surprised by the Captain, but... that's the last time I saw either of them. Captain sitting in his chair, the cube on the view screen and Charles just getting out of his. Next thing I knew, I woke up drifting in space. I'm likely never going to remember what happened, but recovery of the ship's computer storage revealed that a weapon hit the front half of the bridge and cut straight through the hull. The weapon... it may have missed me, but it threw me into space."
While bouncing my head against at least one bulkhead on the way.
"You couldn't have done anything."
I felt another growl rumble through me, "I am aware," I said and took a deep breath, "And that pissed me off more than anything else. They came here and thought they could threaten, to take what was mine! I want to hurt them, I want to rip them apart, I want to exterminate every single one of them!"
Dinah shifted slightly to look into my right eye, "Yours?"
"...Some sort of instinct," I grumbled, "I think my species is territorial. I mostly have a handle on it."
She nodded and finally let go. She just kept a hand on top of my head as she started to sink down to sit. I lowered my head with her until I rested my chin across her legs,
"I was... so afraid," Dinah admitted quietly, "I knew you two were on the fleet coming to stop the Borg. Seeing your ship's name on the list in the briefing... It was terrifying. The entire situation was terrifying."
"We were worried for you too," I admitted quietly, closing my eyes, "How did you manage to stop the cube? Even where I worked it was classified."
"Classified," she sighed, "But it's unlikely to work again. It's part of how we saved Captain Picard," she said before she frowned, "...Fuck it, I don't know the details anyway, I spent most of it stationed outside engineering other than a quick mission to board the cube. Commander Laforge and Commander Data did something. They kinda put the Borg to sleep, which caused them to self-destruct. That's really all I know about that anyway."
I considered that for several long moments, "Some sort of failsafe to keep their technology out of our jaws," I agreed. It confirmed my suspicions.
I never got the details as such, just the general overview.
"I think so," she agreed and rested her hand on top of my head, "So that's what you did while you were away? You built anti-borg weapons?"
I shook my head slightly, "Worked on a ship design among other things, and tinkered on some various projects for SI," I said quietly, "All I can really say. I... did develop several others as well on my own, but they were all rejected by Starfleet."
"Why's that?"
I snorted, "Apparently because 'we don't make weapons of mass destruction'," I grumbled, "Like every starship isn't already. But no, a ten thousand kilo antimatter warhead on a long term deployment warp capable artificially intelligent missile is a step too far apparently. Same objection to most effective ideas I had."
Dinah's hand had been stroking between my eyes until then stopped for a second before resuming, "...I can see why," she admitted quietly, "Even having something like that would exponentially ramp tensions up in the entire quadrant."
I growled at that, "What part of 'existential threat to all life' do people not understand? New ships are all well and good, but I'd like to see them try to adapt to being hit in the face with a star."
She didn't answer for several moments before she spoke up, "Remember our talk about the Prime Directive?" she asked before she continued, "Same deal here. If we lose who we are... be it by death or by turning into what we're not, what does it matter if we win or lose?"
That made me growl and I raised my head to her eye level, "Because they try to take what is mi-"
That earned me another smack at the tip of my snout, "Stop being a stereotype!"
I grumbled and put my head back down, "You're talking about us stopping being the Federation," I admitted, "And stopping being Starfleet."
"Yes. After something like this, it would be easy to turn to xenophobia and fear," she said, her hand returning to between my eyes, "But that's not who we are, Zeph. I know that's not who you are. You're one of the strongest people I know, you're so much better than that."
I didn't answer, just closing my eyes. We stayed like that for a long time before I finally spoke up, "...your legs have fallen asleep, haven't they?"
"Like twenty minutes ago, you're heavy. So?"
Sighing, I lifted my head off her, "You're right," I admitted, "And I may have let my instincts of wanting them dead for invading my territory have more of a say than I realized. I still think overwhelming blunt force is our best option however. No fancy trick in adapting to it."
I still wanted to exterminate every single last borg, but that side didn't get a vote.
For now.
Dinah nodded, "In which case, how about we check out the mess hall? As soon as my legs wake back up."
"...Alright," I said and studied her, water glittering on her dark skinned face, "You have been crying."
She smiled a bit, "Maybe I should visit the bathroom first. Help me up?"
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Yeah... Could see this scene:
"You took away what was mine."
"It's now Section 31 and it'll help the Federation."
"No... I'm going to kill all of you."
"You... You can't! We're Federation just like you!"
"I'm tempted to say that your argument is irrelevant because I'm a dragon, but... You do not exist, officially or not. No one will remember you or your actions. Especially since you didn't find my backdoor in the program of my missile. Autodestruction sequence, code omega omega do-you-think-I-m-a-moron."
I wouldn't guess every one of them, but yeah chances are excellent at least some of his ideas are underway. It does sound like he went brute force, though, which even Section 31 is going to find somewhat impractical. Hard to look like the peace loving diplomatic polity after you blow up somebody's star, some kind of subtlety is preferable.
This kind of shit is the biggest reason I eventually ended up choosing Star Wars over Star Trek as my primary hobby, despite enjoying most of the Star Trek stuff I've seen more than the Star Wars. The in-setting peaceniks never seem to have a cut-off point for when they admit, "Yeah, moral superiority doesn't compensate for the fact we're not good/competent enough to accomplish what we want, we really need to fix that" which is usually followed by "oops, we dropped the ball and an assload of innocent people died for it, we'll clean up now that Designated Maverick of the Season has saved us from destruction".
If you're trying to create a society so devoted to gaining the moral high ground that they will let the enemy take the first shot every single time, Star Trek Federation/Starfleet is a bad example to follow, because they never seem to properly account for how to brace yourself to mitigate those hits you plan to take, nor do they seem to have a proper follow-up plan for after the hit.
That consistent failure contrasted with the preaching badly enough that I could never get fully into it.
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Next time she shows up, there is one folding chair, sitting in the middle of the room.
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What timing, Rational Animations just put up a video yesterday discussing this scenario.
View: https://youtu.be/fqnJcZiDMDo
I think being assimilated would be a damn good example of this.
View: https://youtu.be/fqnJcZiDMDo
I think being assimilated would be a damn good example of this.
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I think that they have a crippling amount of a toxic kind of hope to not prepare for the continuation of who they currently are being impossible; even if you lose who you currently are it still matters who you then become in the course of doing so.
Actually I would argue that the sort of weapons that you can only benefit from using in the most dire of circumstances are exactly the most diplomatic kinds.
Edit: relatedly if you wanted to contain Anti-Protons you could probably use nanostructural molecular cages and, since Anti-Protons have the same Charge as Electrons, they'd just kind of hover there without touching anything.
If they plan to die to avoid becoming monsters then they should at least die in a way that is merciful to as many others as they can.
By that, by the way, I mean that they should ensure that they wound whatever monster ends them with the broken bones of the corpse of their civilization.
Maybe he could get a swing or a Kotatsu instead?
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