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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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Why? Offense is always taken, never given. That's not an excuse to be an asshole, but in any other circumstance I think the joke would've been funny.
The offense here isn't a joke about disabled people, it was the intent to hurt someone with it instead of for it to be funny.
And I take offense if people are mocking the disabled. It is not cool even if it is another context.
Again I don't know what was actually said so I'm just talking about a general principle rather than a specific comment.
So you want divinely appointed hereditary autocracy. Sounds about right.
Also now that its the 21st century I imagine.
"It is my experience," Junebug said quietly as she lay down her mediocre cards, conceeding the game, "that one dung beetle is much the same as another. I doubt the rebels will be any more sweetness and light than the government will be a poster child for good administration."
"And that is game."
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Junebug felt as though all of her bones had been replaced with ravenous tape worms. She gritted her teeth for a moment and then snapped back into focus as the Highlander fell out of the RIP. The relief was immediate not just for the transition but for the constant low level pshycic strain, something you only felt as its absence. Crews who were in the RIP too long could go jump crazy, breaking down without any physical sign of trauma. Junebug had once been under for nine days during the Felukan Emergency and had found a trooper cleaning a weapon with bloodied fingers from so many hundreds or thousands of repetitions of the task.
With reversion to real space came sensor data and they boards of Sayeeda's console lit up as meaningful data played across the ships exterior receptors for the first time in two days.
"Sixty-Three light minutes out," she said as the distance to Savran appeared on the read out. At this range it was only a slightly brighter star than the surrounding star field but the computer was able to locate it and measure the relative intensity of the sun. Sixty minutes was an improbably good jump and certainly the result of luck rather than good judgement. Even naval units rarely made a light hour on a jump of the distance they had made, and certainly not without better RIP charts than had been available to the Highlander.
"Booster, calculate a secondary jump to within two million sidereal miles of the planet," she instructed the AI as she continued to pour over the sudden glut of data.
"Aye Capt'm," the ship responded, "I dinnae mind sayin that normal protocol would be to burn in, it wil take but a wee fave 'ours." Sayeeda blinked her mind taking a moment to parse the response.
"Yes but I want to get us in the habit of making a secondary jump, this way we will be in system before the light of our arrival reaches anyone in orbit and... blood and ashes why am I explaining things to a microchip, just calculate the damn jump will you?" she said exasperatedly.
Savran appeared to have relatively little shipping, a half dozen small merchantmen and maybe as many intra-system asteroid miners, stripping the mineral dense asteroids of minerals for manufacturing or export. Two of the signals were broadcasting an active beacon, which was unusual and she bought the data up with a touch of a finger to the holographic screen.
"This is interesting," she said to Neil, importing her display into the upper quadrant of his in much the same way that she might have imported a gunnery screen from a subbordinate in action.
"Two Imperial Destroyers, Windhoven and Z-49," she identified. The destroyers were powerful warships, nearly 200 meters long and with a crew of nearly a hundred spacers. In theory anyway, spacers were much harder to come by than one might imagine. Either one of them could have swatted the Highlander out of existence without difficulty. She wondered what the Imperium was doing here in this backwater. The Terran Imperium had been a great power in the galaxy nearly seventy five years ago before its leader, the Unifier had been assassinated but its power base had largely been carved up by the noble families of various worlds and clusters in the intervening decades. There was still a rump of bureaucrats and administrators trying to keep the entity going but their influence shrank with every self made king, duke and warlord who carved off his own fiefdom from the corpse of the Empire.
"I don't suppose its anything to do with us," she said after a moments consideration, "but lets give them a wide berth if they are sill in orbit when we reemerge."
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"And that is game."
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Junebug felt as though all of her bones had been replaced with ravenous tape worms. She gritted her teeth for a moment and then snapped back into focus as the Highlander fell out of the RIP. The relief was immediate not just for the transition but for the constant low level pshycic strain, something you only felt as its absence. Crews who were in the RIP too long could go jump crazy, breaking down without any physical sign of trauma. Junebug had once been under for nine days during the Felukan Emergency and had found a trooper cleaning a weapon with bloodied fingers from so many hundreds or thousands of repetitions of the task.
With reversion to real space came sensor data and they boards of Sayeeda's console lit up as meaningful data played across the ships exterior receptors for the first time in two days.
"Sixty-Three light minutes out," she said as the distance to Savran appeared on the read out. At this range it was only a slightly brighter star than the surrounding star field but the computer was able to locate it and measure the relative intensity of the sun. Sixty minutes was an improbably good jump and certainly the result of luck rather than good judgement. Even naval units rarely made a light hour on a jump of the distance they had made, and certainly not without better RIP charts than had been available to the Highlander.
"Booster, calculate a secondary jump to within two million sidereal miles of the planet," she instructed the AI as she continued to pour over the sudden glut of data.
"Aye Capt'm," the ship responded, "I dinnae mind sayin that normal protocol would be to burn in, it wil take but a wee fave 'ours." Sayeeda blinked her mind taking a moment to parse the response.
"Yes but I want to get us in the habit of making a secondary jump, this way we will be in system before the light of our arrival reaches anyone in orbit and... blood and ashes why am I explaining things to a microchip, just calculate the damn jump will you?" she said exasperatedly.
Savran appeared to have relatively little shipping, a half dozen small merchantmen and maybe as many intra-system asteroid miners, stripping the mineral dense asteroids of minerals for manufacturing or export. Two of the signals were broadcasting an active beacon, which was unusual and she bought the data up with a touch of a finger to the holographic screen.
"This is interesting," she said to Neil, importing her display into the upper quadrant of his in much the same way that she might have imported a gunnery screen from a subbordinate in action.
"Two Imperial Destroyers, Windhoven and Z-49," she identified. The destroyers were powerful warships, nearly 200 meters long and with a crew of nearly a hundred spacers. In theory anyway, spacers were much harder to come by than one might imagine. Either one of them could have swatted the Highlander out of existence without difficulty. She wondered what the Imperium was doing here in this backwater. The Terran Imperium had been a great power in the galaxy nearly seventy five years ago before its leader, the Unifier had been assassinated but its power base had largely been carved up by the noble families of various worlds and clusters in the intervening decades. There was still a rump of bureaucrats and administrators trying to keep the entity going but their influence shrank with every self made king, duke and warlord who carved off his own fiefdom from the corpse of the Empire.
"I don't suppose its anything to do with us," she said after a moments consideration, "but lets give them a wide berth if they are sill in orbit when we reemerge."
@Penny
Sex is good for you, I highly recommend it!
Well I dont want to delay any longer @Naril so why dont we put together a colab post and I can edit it to taste if panic posts?
Junebug frowned at the hand, she had hoped to win the trick but she was pleased to have found where the Royal Council was. Andor's Armored had seen alot of action in the ten years Sayeeda had served with them. Protracted periods of peace are not good a mercenaries bottom line. More often than not she had fought for the side of nobles and oligarchs against other rival houses, although she had done her share of suppressing rebellions and crushing insurgencies. War did not have a moral component to her, it was a business deal, and talk about freedom and other such abstracts made her subtlety uncomfortable.
"Well it certainly seems like you have seen your share of action," she said judiciously before laying down a string of pentacles to take the next three tricks and switch the trump back to swords. It was difficult for her to gauge what such experience meant as combat quality varied a great deal among what she thought of as indigenous units, or indgies. Most recruits for the Armored came from experienced local personell who had an interest and an aptitude, or like Sayeeda from academies from a handful of more developed worlds.
"Well I for one hope there isn't any shooting, any more shooting I should say, on this particular run." Prince of Swords, Hierophant, Queen of Swords.
"Although from what I've little of hear there isn't much chance of that." Sayeeda had seen alot of worlds run by self styled strongmen and they usually tended towards a bunch of drunken thugs swaggering around with too much weaponry and not enough discipline and if there was a civil war going on that would be doubly true.
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"Well it certainly seems like you have seen your share of action," she said judiciously before laying down a string of pentacles to take the next three tricks and switch the trump back to swords. It was difficult for her to gauge what such experience meant as combat quality varied a great deal among what she thought of as indigenous units, or indgies. Most recruits for the Armored came from experienced local personell who had an interest and an aptitude, or like Sayeeda from academies from a handful of more developed worlds.
"Well I for one hope there isn't any shooting, any more shooting I should say, on this particular run." Prince of Swords, Hierophant, Queen of Swords.
"Although from what I've little of hear there isn't much chance of that." Sayeeda had seen alot of worlds run by self styled strongmen and they usually tended towards a bunch of drunken thugs swaggering around with too much weaponry and not enough discipline and if there was a civil war going on that would be doubly true.
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Penny you are going to lose credibility as a 'liberal' when you are playing pillowhands with Smash just because he appears to be left wing.
If you are against the bigotry of the Alt-Right (which you should be) you shouldn't be softly supporting someone making disabled jokes.
Firstly I don't especially care if anyone in this thread thinks I have credibility as a liberal (I'll refrain from using the quotes). I know what I stand for and I'm not super concerned about what some randoms on the internet think about it.
Secondly I wasn't aware that Smash had made any jokes about the disabled. If that is the case then I condemn it categorically.
Sayeeda watched the holographic inlay of her card flicker to the two of swords and stabilize. It was an indifferent hand all told, perhaps she would win the round but it would depend heavily on what Neil and drawn in the last randomization. She made a point of frowning slightly at the card, although truthfully it was fairly in offensive. Sayeeda really preferred games where there were partners to play off but no one made it through a decade in the millitary without picking up all sorts of games. Sidereal was a fairly standard game in which one manipulated the trump suit by playing certain combinations. There was an element of card counting to it but the real trick was to keep the opponent guessing as to what your actual endgame was.
"So tell me about these mechs, Valk's you called them?" she asked both in genuine interest and in a effort to distrub his concentration. THe first rule of poker was to get people talking about things they were excited about and she figured it was a pretty fair tactic here.
"We went up against mechs a Forzaged once, tricky bastards, too small to use seeker warheads but armored against the light antipersonnel stuff the redlegs used." Terrain had played a factor too, Forzaged had many small canyons and water courses that made armor difficult to maneuver and were a haven for small lightly armored mechs. THe solution as Sayeeda remembered it was to flush them into kill zones using fuel air mixes. The mobility of mechs meant that their anti artillery capabilities were necessarily slight.
"You were in a national or planetary army I take it?"
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"So tell me about these mechs, Valk's you called them?" she asked both in genuine interest and in a effort to distrub his concentration. THe first rule of poker was to get people talking about things they were excited about and she figured it was a pretty fair tactic here.
"We went up against mechs a Forzaged once, tricky bastards, too small to use seeker warheads but armored against the light antipersonnel stuff the redlegs used." Terrain had played a factor too, Forzaged had many small canyons and water courses that made armor difficult to maneuver and were a haven for small lightly armored mechs. THe solution as Sayeeda remembered it was to flush them into kill zones using fuel air mixes. The mobility of mechs meant that their anti artillery capabilities were necessarily slight.
"You were in a national or planetary army I take it?"
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