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6 yrs ago
I forgot how bad colds were.
6 yrs ago
When he says work at it, he means work at it. Hard. It's definitely not a problem that'll ever really go away. You'll just learn to keep it quiet, or force through it.
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Nothing makes me happier than seeing a sub notification.
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6 yrs ago
Fallout 4 was certainly terrible in many ways, but some stuff like the fridge-kid can be overlooked through the less-than-serious attitude of the entire series. Yknow. Pistols exploding entire bodies.
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Gimp drains the lifeforce of those that download it. Be wary. If your soul is plentiful and grand, then surely you'll face not the gatekeeper of Gimp and be able to freely use the program.

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Yo, Parzivol here.

Young, in that I'm young enough that I'm not yet considered an Adult. Been doing this since I was about twelve to some capacity or another. Of course, that means I started in Minecraft and another forum. Worked my way into Discord and then here. Excited to participate.

Primary Interests:
Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Historical-Medieval (Periodic style insertion stuff, a la Kingdom Come: Deliverance). My stylistic preferences are on the side of mystery, rather than open-world adventure romps or conventional murder-hoboing.

Favorite Authors:
R.A. Salvatore, H.P. Lovecraft, David Eddings, Orson S. Card

Games Of Choice:
TES: Oblivion, Darkest Dungeon, FTL: Faster Than Light, Dark Souls 1, For Honor, Divinity: OS 2 (Haven't gotten to 1 yet, though I'd like to), and Absolver.

Out of that list, my favorite in terms of storytelling methods are DS1 and Absolver, which both use the light-touch item descriptions method. Take whatever you wish from that. FTL has engaging stories, and Oblivion is a fun FPS A-RPG with the heavy lean on action. Darkest Dungeon is the monster I'm yet to slay, while DS1 is the monster I love to curl up with on cold days. Divinity: OS 2 is interesting and I enjoyed what I played, but I wasn't all that engaged in the story. Personally doesn't feel like the kind of game that should have player-made characters. Perhaps the simple fix would be to play one of their legacy heroes. I'll find out this summer, in all likelihood.

Also, Music:
Weezer, Primus, MC LARS, Beastie Boys

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I'm currently writing something up. I'd like to claim a single system in the NorthWest area. Preferably far from other systems.
SocialEvaluation_Team.log
admin:: MRSProjLead07
perms:: MRSProperty
> A102022A > Success. Only one ORIGIN MOSHUM responded negatively to our presence with a motion akin to that of retrieving a sidearm, though no sidearm was present.
> A915AF > Failure. One ORIGIN MOSHUM has assigned an additional name to A102022A. One ORIGIN MOSHUM attempted to draw arms. One ORIGIN MOSHUM indicated potentially threatening intentions regarding MRS property. ORIGIN MOSHUM are expressing both above and below acceptable levels of comfort.
> A916AA > Success. One ORIGIN MOSHUM expressed threatening behavior, but was not armed and represented no threat. One ORIGIN MOSHUM expressed uncertainty towards MRS property and expressed a willingness to engage in self defense.
> MRSProjLead07 > Good job boys. Looks like things are above board. Make sure you’re updating your personal logs, as well. We’ll be using your personal opinions to shape how we direct independent missions in the future. I’ll report your progress to 00 and the BOD.

Friends.log
admin:: MRSProjLead07
perms:: A102022A
NF:: Mavriq d’Agenais:: “First Lieutenant”:: Male(?):: ORIGIN, MOSHUM(?), HUMAN
16AA Note:: TitleRec:: “Honorary MRS Health & Wellness Manager”
2022A Note:: Verify (?) Suffix, Update acceptable references to include “Aten”.
15AF Note:: Updating acceptable references to include “Aten” may cause Mavriq emotional distress upon the potential destruction of 2022A, please desist.
MRSProjLead13:: “Aten” acceptable reference approved by MRSProjLead13. Let A10 be his own android, 15AF. We need you three to work together. Don’t clutter Friends.log with debate. TitleRec approved.
NF:: Dario Fuertes:: “Warrant Officer”:: Male:: ORIGIN, MOSHUM(?), HUMAN
2022A Note:: Verify (?) Suffix, Individual made threatening suggestion::
Source:: RecordingTranscript.log
UNDEFINEDUSER1 hand to UNDEFINEDUSER2 shoulder. Low volume exchange resulting
UU1:: “Cognitive degeneration is a known consequence for humans on Derelict, but we don’t know how A.I. react. Do you have a, [stutter], kill command should these things go haywire?”
UU2 hand to FIREARM(?) object, low volume exchange resulting
UU2:: “Right here, Lieutenant”
16AA Note:: TagRec:: MRSPROPERTYTHREATC2
MRSProjLead00:: TagRec accepted. Threat level acknowledged. Publish Dario Fuertes bounty as your final act if he is the aggressor. Standard protocol.
NF:: Cass(?):: “Tour Guide”:: Female:: ORIGIN, MOSHUM, HUMAN
2022A Note:: Verify (?) Suffix
NF:: Vincent Marlowe:: “Software Specialist”:: MaleAugmented:: ORIGIN, MOSHUM, HUMAN, AUGMENTED
NF:: Sophia Arietta Hagiotheodorites:: “Medical Staff”:: Female:: ORIGIN, MOSHUM, HUMAN

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— “Next Order Of Business”:: Establish operational facilities 1 and 2.:: Merge with “Operation Center”


Aten and the A9’s were careful in the company of Fuertes, moving forward. Zero-zero had made a point of tagging into the Friends.log, which was a standout occurrence for them. Normally zero-zero stayed out of the logs and only responded to reports. That fact, combined with the fact that there was some indication that the MRS BOD was watching their progress left the androids with a mix of something close to anxiety and excitement: simulated uncertainty regarding the variables in their path, and simulated joy looking to the end of the task.

When they reached the shuttle, Aten began the process of remotely launching the BH5 and launching its onboard computer. It began processing environmental information and streaming it directly to Aten. After a moment of setting up trajectories and ensuring the BH5 knew how to pilot itself and where to settle in orbit, Aten let go.

From the team shuttle viewports, BH5.

“Welcome to the Beehive, Mr. Fuertes. She’s happy to be of service.” The tone of the statement was rather grim. 15AF’s shoulders hung a bit.

> The A9’s body language is overly active. 15AF is continuing to cause problems or display emotions that need not be expressed for the good of the mission. He is a drag on efficiency.

Rarely were satellites given personality prints as complex as the one it carried. They simply didn’t need them, in the eyes of the MRS. Even the intelligent satellites didn’t need them. This entire mission was an experiment with too many variables. 15AF was incredibly concerned regarding the manner, but the expression was legitimate. BH5 was very happy to be of service. It ran diagnostic checks on itself twice before concluding that a third one would be nice. Aten took issues with this, but was immediately out voted by 15AF and 16AA who saw no harm.

To Fuertes, this was seen as a very strange silence hanging thickly between the three androids that stared at each other continuously.

Aten did speak, finally, after having remained silent. “We will be keeping the Harpy androids offline until a high atmosphere or space-bound threat presents itself, Warrant Officer Dario Fuertes. The BH5 is active. B7-17094CL is being sent down now.” As this final statement was expressed, fourteen deployment pods released from the BH5 and plummeted towards the predicted landing zone of the shuttle.

“They will arrive shortly. Any direct requests regarding the initial base of operations?”

“Safety is our concern, and guarantee. We will produce an environment as suitable for our people as possible, Warrant Officer Dario Fuertes.” A915AF had recovered from its momentary shoulder slouch. It was its sunny self again.

A916AA buzzed a harsh tone for a moment. Aten and A915AF stopped moving harshly, before returning their attention to Fuertes. They wouldn’t stop talking.

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> Aten > We should construct using these suggested files as we have practiced.
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> A915AF > The Warrent Officer may have demands for the base beyond what MRS has suggested.
> A916AA > The defensive positions in the MRSProjLead08_Schematic_OperationsCenter have a quality rating of 7.8 on the MRS Defensive Effectiveness Scale.
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> Aten > The file is already recovered on the drives of B7-17094CL. I have looked at it twice and already set it to queue. There is no reason to not go with this plan.
> A915AF > Nay MRSProjLead08_Schematic_OperationsCenter.M3D
> A916AA > Yay MRSProjLead08_Schematic_OperationsCenter.M3D
> Aten > Yay MRSProjLead08_Schematic_OperationsCenter.M3D
> A915AF > When did you change your display data to match the title given by Mavriq d’Agenais?
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Aten spoke after this strange display between the three androids. 15AF was visibly agitated again. “We have an operations center design accounted for from our higher ups at MRS. We will be using it. Do you choose to express disgruntlement or are you otherwise unsettled, Warrant Officer Dario Fuertes.”
Greetings,

A man wishes to not be so formal, but I see an issue that I think we should address publically mainly because I would like to see where everyone stands without having to hunt through the Discord chat. With regards to these collaborations, why are afraid to write for non player characters that other people introduce? More to the point <description of eyes?> Why should we not just describe the eyes? Sure, Chrononaut might have a specific idea but this is collaborative writing, not just on the etherpad but on the forum in general. Should we not feel free to elaborate where others have left details out?

Discuss?


I agree with this whole heartedly. Elaborating on details won't step on any toes. We can read through and correct as necessary if we take issue with it.
Directive State User Interface:
— Protect MRS Property
"MRS Property":: "Anything produced, purchased, or used by MRS. This includes you. Exclude JUNK flag.":: Definition by MRSA10ProjLead05
Priority Order:: "A10-2022" "XDFSU1" "Generalized MRS Property"
— Harvest DERELICT Metals
MRSA10ProjLead13 note:: "Do not directly interface with the artifact if you can avoid it. High risk activity."
— "Make a show for Origin.":: Unclear, please clarify directive.::"It will make sense.":: Definition by [Deleted_User_Data]
2022A note:: Have I been tampered with? Report to MRSA10ProjLead13 upon completion of “Harvest DERELICT Metals” assignment.
— Regular Report Behavior
ConditionalStateModification by 2022A:: "Breach report behavior where efficiency dictates.":: Modification Approved by [Deleted_User_Data]
— Establish Biologically Friendly Operation Center
"Biologically Friendly":: "Fitting for cold-fusion conditions.":: Definition by MRSA10ProjLead05
"Operation Center":: "Safe-zone on the artifact. Stable environment for human operations.":: Definition by MRS10ProjLead05
MRSA10ProjLead13 note:: "MRSA10ProjLead05 says that you will ask if you need a term defined. Please feel free to. Ask A915AF and A916AA, and any UNDEFINEDUSER(s) that have verifiable ORIGIN or MRS tags associated. Verify these tags independently if possible."

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— “Rendezvous with ORIGIN tagged MOS Presence”:: “MOS = Maasym Orbital Station”:: Definition by OGFriend01, MRSA10ProjLead13
TAG Updates:
ORIGIN:: Friendly
MOSHUM:: AlertState
MAASYMENTITY:: ViolentState:: SecondaryDefaultTAG
UNKNOWN:: QuearyState:: DefaultTAG


A10-2022A stood at its post, watching data come in regarding pathing conditions. BH5 was preparing to slow to a complete halt and perform a full boot up of all of the androids on-board after dropping out of jump-speed. This was, for a plethora of reasons, not the best way to go about things. 2022A interrupted all systems momentarily and directed BH5 to follow instruction, which it did. When the vessel shook, and dropped into sub-light speeds it hurtled for a long moment towards the gleaming red demon that was Maasym. It slowed steadily.

A9-15AF ran the calculations to enter orbit, and took the helm. A9-16AA stepped away from its console and followed A10 as it stepped away from the primary controls and walked down a ramp, which lead eventually to the storage facility of the refinery. The fifteen B7 android bodies that made up 17094CL were partially sealed into the satellite, enabling them to breathe before launching as necessary. They remained offline, though 17094CL's primary computer built into the satellite had activated when the satellite entered the solar system. A10 took note of the condition of the various machines. It was running basic diagnostics on the top level, and thinking quietly to itself as it did so.

> Efficiency would increase “violently” if all other units of the 2022 branch were present.

That was itself a rather complex thought for the thing. It was not happy with the conditions of the mission or the parameters it had been given. What was it to do when one of the A9 machines ultimately chose a violent solution, or made conflict with their authority? Neither of their personality prints accounted for such a concern, however, and so A10 dismissed the anxiety regarding its companions as an artifact of its personality print. Concern where none needs to be found, was perhaps, where its desire for efficiency was so substantial. Ten seconds passed before A9 announced loudly on the satellite's intercom that they were in range to directly connect to the network of the Maasym Orbital Station. They were also in range of the three Origin battle cruisers.

"Announce the arrival of an MRS unmanned satellite to the battle cruisers. Contact the nearest."

A9-15AF refused to communicate over the network. Demanded verbal communications. The express exchange had occurred during the loading process, which the three A Numerical series androids had overseen together. A10 recalled the exchange rather spitefully, having tagged the relevant recordings for deletion during the next software-update. 15AF was concerned, of course, about corporate espionage. The loss of efficiency was considered a fair exchange.

"Contact established."

"Send to display 13."

A small communications log opened, recording audio, before two additional displays appeared. Some Origin communications officer with tired eyes and a slack jaw began to speak. Introductions. A10 deleted the information as quickly as it came in.

It spoke, and took note that its safety paint pattern had a scratch adjacent to its eye.

"Hello! I am a Mars Robotics and Security representative. I have been instructed to request that our operations in the exploitation shaft be carefully observed and measured. Have a good afternoon!"

A10 waited for a response, and received a similarly worthless series of terms, before nodding.

"Have a good day!"

The communications channel closed. 15AF spoke loudly.

“Have a good day! Aaaaaa-HAH. How sarcastic!”

A10 was not speaking sarcastically when it had delivered the line. That was the default statement assigned to leaving a conversation. 15AF’s confusion was registered as a flaw in its behavioral pattern and sent to the out-bound mission status logs as quickly as A10 could realize the interaction had occurred. This was not an action taken out of spite, but A10 was annoyed. The A9 models were both functional soldiers but far too talkative, and any authority it had over their personality prints had been overridden by one of the MRSA10 project leads. They wanted A10 to be bounded by other MRS properties. They were his council, and as such could overrule him and end the mission prematurely if they judged an action to be out of line with their behavioral defaults.

It was not difficult to avoid agitating either of the A9s in a vote, however. One defaulted to extreme caution and the other to ultra violence. Rarely did they call for a vote. During the training period, 16AA had demanded an unidentified biological in the testing environment killed, and it had been outvoted by A10 and 15AF.

A10 frequently recalled 16AA’s demands for violence with disapproval. Violence against a biological that was not inflicting its own violence was inefficient.

A10 frequently recalled 15AF’s demands for safety with disapproval. Risks must be taken to achieve higher efficiency levels over time.

The mechanical crew docked an hour later at the MOS, remaining silent the entire time. Without a human onboard attempting to make conversation they rarely spoke to each other. The A9s were happy to chatter whenever they felt their opinion was needed, and A10 was happy to deliver orders as per 15AF’s request for verbal direction, but they had explicitly decided during the first year of their training together that maintaining humanoid speech tags against each other would result in useless banter between them. In that vote A10 had called for the removal of banter tags between the three models, while 15AF had moved to maintain them to create the illusion of sentience. 16AA indicated that its intention was to vote alongside A10 because it was inclined, as it stated, to obey more capable authorities.

Each crevice and rock on the station was memorized and backed-up in the BH5’s environmental memory, and uploaded into the A-models. That was the key benefit, MRS had decided, of a mechanical crew. The BH5 satellite could operate with zero crew, and so its complex environmental sensors were compatible with other androids.

The seals engaged, and the ship looked to be several wasp-nest combs jutting out from the MOS station.

When the crew stepped out, the three A-models, they knew roughly where they were going. They were searching for ORIGIN-tagged humans on this “Mos” station. The A9s were boringly grey, and A10 was a rather bright work-site paintjob. As they approached customs they presented several documents, indicating they were property of MRS. It was a curious process for the customs agents.

“I don’t think we’ve had to handle just three androids before.”

“Hell no but the kids are gonna love hearing about this if their whore of a mother hasn’t beaten them to tears by the time I get home.”

“Sam, why does every conversation go back to your shitty home life?”

“What else am I supposed to talk about? We have procedures for property arriving and they met the standards for arriving as property.”

“They’re robots Sam. Smile for once in your life.”

Sam did not smile. A10 would have, had he a face, however. They had passed through customs at a higher than average speed, based on previous expectations as established with the mission briefing that had arrived as they entered the system.

> Ahead of schedule. Update minimum efficiency score accordingly.

The three mechanical men walked through the altogether dim space station carefully, in a well-considered walking order. A9-15AF took up the front and exercised his caution, with the A10 model in the middle of the single file line and A9-16AA at the back. They were a bleak oddity. They caught eyes. A man with a broad face, tagged HUMAN, UNKNOWN, attempted to speak to them. They marched on with no regard for the individual.

That individual gave way to a small crowd of disgruntled private contractors. A10’s hand caught the automatic plexiglass door before it closed, and the three androids waited for the crowd to pass. They received stares and side-eyes that they could not interpret from within the halls that they held no opinion of. A9-16AA exposed his cold-fusion core for the door sensor, which opened with the detection of the low warmth. A10 and A9-15AF entered and took note of the room while 16AA followed behind and closed his own stomach cavity.

Three cyclopes machines moved to the side of the doorway, staring boldly at the soldier, the lab-coat draped man, and the remaining independent contractors. A10’s coordinates were within acceptable distance to mark off the rendezvous condition of their new directive.

“He—” began the machine with the 15AF number painted in white on his chest panel and on the side of its boxy head. It stopped when the yellow and white machine raised its right hand.

“Hello. We are MRS property to be supplied to the, quoted from mission parameters, ‘ORIGIN tagged Mos presence.’” The yellow and white machine. “My name,” it said the word with what sounded like disdain as its voice buzzed black, “is A10-2022A.”

It buzzed, and cracked out three short bursts of audio that the two A9 androids responded in kind to.

“These other androids are my inferiors and are not suitable for reception of command. A10-2022A is best suited for reception of command. Please indicate names for tagging purposes.”

> Will the soldier respond or the other unnamed individual? They will not respond in the most efficient manner.

> A9-15AF > Please communicate using open channels as agreed!

> A9-15AF has been locked out of personal_record.log, A9-16AA has been locked out of personal_record.log, A10-2022A has been made ADMIN of personal_record.log

> Distractions have been removed from the personal_record that is to be kept as stated by MRS_StandardPractices.


“Please, those of ORIGIN affiliation please speak first, promptly.”

I played with the idea of a corporation attempting to send out a semi-autonomous android for experimental purposes, intent on using an unmanned force to harvest resources from the derelict. Hopefully this falls within the range of, "Non-Terminator," threat levels and stuff. It's a machine that simulates personality and can be a character through that. Let me know what you think. @Circ @Ashgan


I'll be posting a character sheet momentarily for review/general viewing. I'd like to ask what level artificial intelligence has reached, though. @Ashgan @Circ
Caro trundled along the air, moving with the group as they moved on through the Imperial facility. He was distinctly aware of the presence of eyes on him, but he had made a point thus far to ignore it. No need to go about causing troubles with what was presumably his newfound team of delinquents. Each of the three seemed fitting to take command, though each was clearly of a distinct caste. The social hierarchies here were odd, to say the least.

Take, for example, the Dunmer. He would be a useful tool and a clever mage himself surely. They had locked him away in much the same way they had locked Caro, accounting for their distinct tool-sets and weaknesses. He stood out, though. For two reasons. Anyone who was anyone knew thoroughly that Dunmer came in two variants: the men and the women. Beyond those variants they were all the same, red eyes and ash skin. These were their distinct traits. The amethyst eyes, however, made this one special. Someone of Barenziah's bloodline was here, and that would prove valuable if ever one were to hypothetically align themselves with the Peoples' Blades. They need an Emperor to rally folk behind whether they support the current one or not. If he fancies himself a mage then he can put on magic tricks and perhaps even learn that dragon language everyone seems to love so thoroughly.

And this handsome young woman that wouldn't stop staring. She was an oddity too. Where the Barenziah-Bred dunmer and the lich fell into distinct categories that made sense for any task of perhaps an illicit nature, the knight did not. And in truth he couldn't help but feel off-put by the recognition that she seemed to carry, that Caro himself did not. Was she the sister of one of the bandits whose soul he shredded to pieces? Perhaps.

The lich took little time to be weary of his environment or the lycanthrope that had just raised hell carving through the room.

He donned his robe, his boots, his wrappings. His helmet. He raised his staff and he redistributed his magicka patterns to gently activate his enchantments. He turned his attention towards Havfyg, half surprised to instead find Veta paying him the greatest measure of mind once again.

She was worthy of an interrogation

It was at this point even in the midst of her burgeoning conversation with the Emperor that the lich approached, bowed, and greeted them both in a courtly manner.

"My Liege, My Lady. If I might humbly inquire as to who you might be, Ma'am, and what of my nature is so intriguing I'd like to do so. I take kindly to being stared at, but I question your intentions. Pardon the interruption, My Liege."

"My name is Heir Presumptive to the Chorrol County, Reyman Caro. My namesake is our beloved God of War, Reyman." As he spoke this he directed his body and head towards Veta. He managed to casually hold himself about his staff, as though he were weightless and tied only to the object.

"I do hate that this business of being wrongly imprisoned and forced to do the bidding of a man I'd willingly serve to the ends of our Empire has distracted us so from what should be a rather pleasant meeting of fine folk of well-plotted bloods. It is your Day, after-all, My Liege. Talos."

The air that peeled away from the Lich was rotten, and dry. Caked sand and blackened ichor. Though portions of his face were wrapped in linens his teeth were still clearly visible, as his lips were missing altogether. The result was something like a man baring his teeth as though they were fangs, though his were rather normal and fang-less. His gums were grey and old, however. This creature was clearly of a physical disposition that demanded careful tending. Even as he had bowed he had braced his back with his other arm. Even as he spoke vague pulses of magicka would ripple off of the thing as it undid its own rot and maintained its corporeal form. To call it heinous would perhaps disrespect it, but it was surely an oddity and a great discomfort. Where so many had died Caro had decided, of his own accord, that he should live.

Was it worth it?
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