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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 21 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Early 30's. I know just enough about everything to be dangerous.
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Fake News! Post Modernism is back baby!
I think the American public has pretty clearly shown they dont have an interest in hard hitting news. You have to put a certain amount of 'Trump is a moron'/'Hillary murdered a thousand people in Benghazi via email' just to keep the doors open.
Yeah Journalists huh? Who do they think they are? Going out there and reporting on stuff, the nerve.
The imagery of the pirate cruiser shattering played on repeat on Sayeeda's terminal. It was grainy on the inferior sensors but a degree of computer sharpening made it almost too smooth so she kept the raw feed. Her skin tingled with unspent adrenaline from the short engagement and her anger began to fade as she watched the video recycle.
"Well lets try not to fire missiles when the guns will do the job, the ammunition is cheaper to replace, we need to start thinking in terms of running at a profit." There was a tendency among troops particularly beyond their supply lines to conserve ordnance against future need. At its worst that sort of thinking could lead to a position being overrun for want of a few grenades.
"We don't have a logistic section that is going to replace this stuff and we might need to sell some rounds for ready cash as it is." That was true, they were going to need to lay in some spare parts for the more critical systems too so that they were on hand when things started to break down.
"Exiting grav shadow Capt'm," the AI chirruped. Junebug shook her head a the tortured accent. She clicked a few keys on her virtual keyboard and began the calculations. Star ships traveled by means of the RIP tides, a shifting wash of energy that interpenetrated the universe in ways astrophysicists still didn't understand. The RIP eddied and surged in patterns that were theoretically predictable in the same way that the water particles of a waterfall were. It was technically possible to forecast the tides but the complexity of the system but the sheer volume of data dwarfed any reasonable attempt to do so. To muddy matters still further RIP space did not rotate as the milky way did, so the galaxy literally rotated past while one was in the RIP and contending with its currents and eddies. Sayeeda had heard the the RIP had once been as still as tidal pool, sometime thousands of years in the past, but she didn’t know if that was a fact or just some of the pseudoscience which routinely cropped up around the RIP. She did know that cadets who were assigned to Starside Logistics at the academy had the highest rate of suicide, allegedly brought on by stresses of trying to factor so many obscure variables into some sort of coherent strategic thinking.
Using the rip was a matter of inserting a ship into RIP space via a quantum tunneling drive, riding the current for a certain amount of time in the siderial universe and then dropping out again, using a combination of spin, the galaxy's rotation, and RIP currents to draw your vessel to its location and then tunneling out again. It wasn’t a precise science and it was dangerous but if you were careful and lucky it made interstellar travel possible. Humans, and other space faring races, had partially solved the problem of predictability by the time tested method of reconnaissance. Most systems that had any kind of trading system, even pirate nests, usually kept a central database which collated observations of the RIP from incoming ships. Up to date nav data made it much easier to predict the tides, at least in a localized area. A second measure was to keep jumps short. Although it was technically possible to make a RIP jump across the galaxy it was far safer to make small hops from system to system, picking up fresh nav data as one went. It was impossible to predict the ocean but with enough data you might be able to handle a small bay.
Sayeeda keyed in the parameters to the computer and the ships navicomp began to chuckle mechanically as its processors, the most powerful in the human universe, began to crunch the numbers to develop a safe travel solution. The process might only take minutes between two well traveled systems but the rarely visited jungle world added a level of complexity. The computer threw up an ETA, estimating the time to solution to be ten minutes for a rough solution, with improvements thereafter.
“Ok, Ten minutes till jump off,” she said with a satisfied click of her keyboard.
“Booster, do we have anything onboard appropriate to toast our maiden voyage?”
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"Well lets try not to fire missiles when the guns will do the job, the ammunition is cheaper to replace, we need to start thinking in terms of running at a profit." There was a tendency among troops particularly beyond their supply lines to conserve ordnance against future need. At its worst that sort of thinking could lead to a position being overrun for want of a few grenades.
"We don't have a logistic section that is going to replace this stuff and we might need to sell some rounds for ready cash as it is." That was true, they were going to need to lay in some spare parts for the more critical systems too so that they were on hand when things started to break down.
"Exiting grav shadow Capt'm," the AI chirruped. Junebug shook her head a the tortured accent. She clicked a few keys on her virtual keyboard and began the calculations. Star ships traveled by means of the RIP tides, a shifting wash of energy that interpenetrated the universe in ways astrophysicists still didn't understand. The RIP eddied and surged in patterns that were theoretically predictable in the same way that the water particles of a waterfall were. It was technically possible to forecast the tides but the complexity of the system but the sheer volume of data dwarfed any reasonable attempt to do so. To muddy matters still further RIP space did not rotate as the milky way did, so the galaxy literally rotated past while one was in the RIP and contending with its currents and eddies. Sayeeda had heard the the RIP had once been as still as tidal pool, sometime thousands of years in the past, but she didn’t know if that was a fact or just some of the pseudoscience which routinely cropped up around the RIP. She did know that cadets who were assigned to Starside Logistics at the academy had the highest rate of suicide, allegedly brought on by stresses of trying to factor so many obscure variables into some sort of coherent strategic thinking.
Using the rip was a matter of inserting a ship into RIP space via a quantum tunneling drive, riding the current for a certain amount of time in the siderial universe and then dropping out again, using a combination of spin, the galaxy's rotation, and RIP currents to draw your vessel to its location and then tunneling out again. It wasn’t a precise science and it was dangerous but if you were careful and lucky it made interstellar travel possible. Humans, and other space faring races, had partially solved the problem of predictability by the time tested method of reconnaissance. Most systems that had any kind of trading system, even pirate nests, usually kept a central database which collated observations of the RIP from incoming ships. Up to date nav data made it much easier to predict the tides, at least in a localized area. A second measure was to keep jumps short. Although it was technically possible to make a RIP jump across the galaxy it was far safer to make small hops from system to system, picking up fresh nav data as one went. It was impossible to predict the ocean but with enough data you might be able to handle a small bay.
Sayeeda keyed in the parameters to the computer and the ships navicomp began to chuckle mechanically as its processors, the most powerful in the human universe, began to crunch the numbers to develop a safe travel solution. The process might only take minutes between two well traveled systems but the rarely visited jungle world added a level of complexity. The computer threw up an ETA, estimating the time to solution to be ten minutes for a rough solution, with improvements thereafter.
“Ok, Ten minutes till jump off,” she said with a satisfied click of her keyboard.
“Booster, do we have anything onboard appropriate to toast our maiden voyage?”
@POOHEAD189
I for one shall heroically persevere no matter in the face of ESPNs moral cowardice! Infact I will decrease my ESPN viewership by 100%!
The torpedoes swept towards the oncoming pirate vessel like the darts of a cuttlefish, streaking a trail of ionized plasma through space as their fuel cells burned in what was only differentiated from an explosion by degrees. The pirate captain must have realised that he had made a mistake, all he had seen was a fat merchant freighter without any sort of convoy or escort. Sayeeda imagined that he checked his records and discovered that she was a new ship, without a history, perhaps with an inexperienced crew. The pirate must be regretting his over confidence now. Surprised or not he tried manfully to avoid the missles, venting plasma at levels that would have bent the frame even at lower speeds, but Issac Newton was not a merciful god. The cruiser had put on too much speed and lateral motion just took more thrust than the could muster.
The first missile smashed into the shield at a a third of a C. The explosive warhead only added color to what the mass of the metal achieved. The pirate had a defensive shield, a small thing for dealing with space junk in all likely hood and the thing shattered like an egg. Second order explosions blossomed from the sides of the ship as the shield generators themselves went super critcal from the feedback. A heart beat later the second missile struck bow on, vaporizing everything the bow half way back to the midship frame in a spray of subliming metal and burning gasses. The vessel tumbled away spinning on more axis than Sayeeda cared to imagine. Those crew that survived the blast would surely have been whipped to pieces by the radical changes in acceleration.
She let out a long sigh as she watch the image replay in slow motion. A dead enemy was a good enemy in her books.
"I take it you have some space combat experience? Perhaps gained in some millitary?" she asked, her voice deceptively mild.
@POOHEAD189
The first missile smashed into the shield at a a third of a C. The explosive warhead only added color to what the mass of the metal achieved. The pirate had a defensive shield, a small thing for dealing with space junk in all likely hood and the thing shattered like an egg. Second order explosions blossomed from the sides of the ship as the shield generators themselves went super critcal from the feedback. A heart beat later the second missile struck bow on, vaporizing everything the bow half way back to the midship frame in a spray of subliming metal and burning gasses. The vessel tumbled away spinning on more axis than Sayeeda cared to imagine. Those crew that survived the blast would surely have been whipped to pieces by the radical changes in acceleration.
She let out a long sigh as she watch the image replay in slow motion. A dead enemy was a good enemy in her books.
"I take it you have some space combat experience? Perhaps gained in some millitary?" she asked, her voice deceptively mild.
@POOHEAD189
Junebug rode the shock of the impact instinctively, bending her knees and staying on her feet. It was an instinct she had picked up in her decade of driving and crewing armored vehicle. More often than not you jounced and crashed your way across broken terrain, plunged down hill sides and hit unexpeted ditches and craters. You needed to be able to keep your feet, to man your gun, to react even if you were smashed into the sides of the fighting compartment like popcorn kernels in hot oil.
Combat she understood too and within moments of the AI revealing they were under attack she was dashing for the ladder up to the main deck. She hit the ladder at a run vaulting up the runs three at a time and reaching the gunnery station a moment before another blast rocked the ship. With calm precision she bought up the PPI and a shield read out. They were down to about 70 percent now, blinking an unhealthy yellow in the corner of her screen.
The enmey ship was about 3000 meters back and burning hard, it had obviously been lurking in one of the rings of asteroids which dotted the system and the angle of the burn was bad, forcing it in on an unhelpful angle. Sayeeda flipped the weapons console live and rotated the guns to bear. THe enemy was now directly behind them which gave her little in the way of difficulty, its own momentum making evasive action difficult.
The main guns thundered as she pressed down on the firing stud, hurling a bolt of plasma many times the calibre that a ground vehicle could mount back at the ship pursuing them. Its shields blossomed under the strike and it began to vector thrust to make itself a harder target.
"Booster, how long till we clear the gravity well on this heading?"
@POOHEAD189
Combat she understood too and within moments of the AI revealing they were under attack she was dashing for the ladder up to the main deck. She hit the ladder at a run vaulting up the runs three at a time and reaching the gunnery station a moment before another blast rocked the ship. With calm precision she bought up the PPI and a shield read out. They were down to about 70 percent now, blinking an unhealthy yellow in the corner of her screen.
The enmey ship was about 3000 meters back and burning hard, it had obviously been lurking in one of the rings of asteroids which dotted the system and the angle of the burn was bad, forcing it in on an unhelpful angle. Sayeeda flipped the weapons console live and rotated the guns to bear. THe enemy was now directly behind them which gave her little in the way of difficulty, its own momentum making evasive action difficult.
The main guns thundered as she pressed down on the firing stud, hurling a bolt of plasma many times the calibre that a ground vehicle could mount back at the ship pursuing them. Its shields blossomed under the strike and it began to vector thrust to make itself a harder target.
"Booster, how long till we clear the gravity well on this heading?"
@POOHEAD189
I read the article because certain writing partners of mine are slacking.
It is pure drivel, he doesn't even pretend to cite any statistics, just makes a few off handed comments to veterans returning home and being down on Middle Easterners, throws in an attack on Trump and then moves on.
It is pure drivel, he doesn't even pretend to cite any statistics, just makes a few off handed comments to veterans returning home and being down on Middle Easterners, throws in an attack on Trump and then moves on.
Sounds like a click bait opinion piece to me.
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