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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 20 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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Now that is an idea...
(comes back from long hiatus)... Ooo a political thread! What's the topic right now? Manlets upset women don't find them attractive?
Sexual politics are still politics!
It is impossible to dissociate from evolutionary factors my preference for taller men is aesthetic. I just find them more pleasing to the eye and I find it awkward to kiss someone my how height or shorter. I've known some shorter former military types who doubtlessly knew how to handle themselves, their physical competence didn't make me swoon.
I thought you were a sapiosexual penny? Who cares how short he is as long as he's got a tall brain right?
In a fantasy island setting id take smart short guy over a tall dumb one. Fortunately real life dosen't force such choices on me and I can have them tall and intelligent!
"No wait!" Sayeeda snapped and cut the engines.
"Neil all power to the shields!" If Neil was confused or irritated at being overruled he reacted instantly, dumping the energy he had been sending to the engines into the shield generators. Beneath them the great merchant vessel began to move as its vast engines kicked into action, pouring a jet of plasma into space. The bioship fired, its shots missing the Highlander by meters and blasing the hull plate infront of them. A second shot hit the shields and warning alarms began to whine to life. A third blast shook the ship and Taya glanced at her captain as though she thought she had gone mad. The ship beneath them surged forward, beginning to pull away from their pursuers who still fired futiely at them. The reactors and thrusters on the freighter were many times the size of anything that could be practically mounted on a craft the size of the Highlander. The bioships engines, or whatever passed for engines, were all ready stressed to their maximum by closing the distance with an object moving at an appreciable fraction of the speed of light and they couldn't keep it up no matter how unusual their construction.
The shots faded away as the Freighter rocketed forward, its fuel consumption no long regulated by the demands of economy but by whatever maximum rate Neil could pump through it. A faint pink alarm began to pulse of Sayeeda's terminal.
"Capt'n we's be gown near on 0.4 C," Lonny warned. It would get difficult in the near future for the Highlanders engines to boost them free of the ships superstructure. She nodded decicievly.
"Hit it," she told Neil but the words had barely formed in her throat before the deck kicked her hard as all of the Highlanders attitude jets kicked hard, hurling them clear. The freighter seemed to slide slowly ahead of them and then suddenly it was speeding away and out of sight of the naked eye. The vessels path began to curve around the dense moon hiding it from sight.
"Well..." Sayeeda said into the silence. Neil had cut the throttle but they were still moving at nearly 0.4C out of the system. The Freighter emerged from behind the moon. Not as a ship but as an incandecent ball of fire and debris.
"What..." Taya exclaimed, clearly shocked.
"Must have burned out the fuel conduits and gone critical," Neil observed.
"But wont that spoil the plan?" Taya asked glancing rapidly between Neil and Sayeeda. The Captain shook her head.
"In space and at that speed, the impact of so much gas and junk is almost worse, look" she pointed an finger and dialed up the magnification. Half a dozen of the hive ships were balls of glowing fire now, as locked into landing approaches and without time to maneuver they were swept up in the debris cloud.
"You know, Its a shame no one is paying us for any of this," she grumbled but she clapped a hand on Neil's shoulder in congratulations none the less.
"Neil all power to the shields!" If Neil was confused or irritated at being overruled he reacted instantly, dumping the energy he had been sending to the engines into the shield generators. Beneath them the great merchant vessel began to move as its vast engines kicked into action, pouring a jet of plasma into space. The bioship fired, its shots missing the Highlander by meters and blasing the hull plate infront of them. A second shot hit the shields and warning alarms began to whine to life. A third blast shook the ship and Taya glanced at her captain as though she thought she had gone mad. The ship beneath them surged forward, beginning to pull away from their pursuers who still fired futiely at them. The reactors and thrusters on the freighter were many times the size of anything that could be practically mounted on a craft the size of the Highlander. The bioships engines, or whatever passed for engines, were all ready stressed to their maximum by closing the distance with an object moving at an appreciable fraction of the speed of light and they couldn't keep it up no matter how unusual their construction.
The shots faded away as the Freighter rocketed forward, its fuel consumption no long regulated by the demands of economy but by whatever maximum rate Neil could pump through it. A faint pink alarm began to pulse of Sayeeda's terminal.
"Capt'n we's be gown near on 0.4 C," Lonny warned. It would get difficult in the near future for the Highlanders engines to boost them free of the ships superstructure. She nodded decicievly.
"Hit it," she told Neil but the words had barely formed in her throat before the deck kicked her hard as all of the Highlanders attitude jets kicked hard, hurling them clear. The freighter seemed to slide slowly ahead of them and then suddenly it was speeding away and out of sight of the naked eye. The vessels path began to curve around the dense moon hiding it from sight.
"Well..." Sayeeda said into the silence. Neil had cut the throttle but they were still moving at nearly 0.4C out of the system. The Freighter emerged from behind the moon. Not as a ship but as an incandecent ball of fire and debris.
"What..." Taya exclaimed, clearly shocked.
"Must have burned out the fuel conduits and gone critical," Neil observed.
"But wont that spoil the plan?" Taya asked glancing rapidly between Neil and Sayeeda. The Captain shook her head.
"In space and at that speed, the impact of so much gas and junk is almost worse, look" she pointed an finger and dialed up the magnification. Half a dozen of the hive ships were balls of glowing fire now, as locked into landing approaches and without time to maneuver they were swept up in the debris cloud.
"You know, Its a shame no one is paying us for any of this," she grumbled but she clapped a hand on Neil's shoulder in congratulations none the less.
Got kicked off The Guild Discord, because I told someone to "Get Raped" which is basically the most ethereal insult you could make. Offering 20 bucks to whoever rapes them though. Figure it out.
As a sidenote, anyone who takes that seriously as a threat can also get raped.
*Adds respect points for the moderators*
You need to be at least this tall to ride this ride.
Sayeeda was not crazy about all the angles of attack the large engine room provided. For the first ten minutes she scanned unceasingly but boredom set in sooner rather than later. With no sound but her own rhythmic breathing and the occasional clink of tools, their vibrations transmitted through the hull to her boots there was nothing to occupy her.
Neil kept up a constant chatter, mostly technobabble which she sometimes grasped and she sometimes did not. It seemed that the engines were at least fireable, but that the damage the ship had suffered had triggered a variety of shut outs, some of which were intentional and some of which were hardware failures that Neil now had to find work arounds for. It wasn't tremendously interesting to listen to but she understood its importance.
"Junebug, er I mean Captain!" a voice crackled in her ear. She started slightly at the unexptected voice before recognising it as Taya. The girl sounded in a panic even over the radio distortion.
"Six here go ahead," she said, lapsing into correct commo protocol even though the girl was not using it herself.
"The... the ship, that is Lonney, says that one of the xenos ships is burning towards us, what do I do?" the girl babbled.
"Take a deep breath, can you send the telemetry data through to my helmet?" she asked calmly, clicking her visor over to display the incoming signal, a moment later the telemetry appeared as a fifty percent mask. Neil paused in his labor and looked up but judging she had it under control and retuned to her work.
Two courses showed up on her visor, one in blue pastel the other in red.
"Boster display intercept time..." she started to say but the view already was refining first showing the intercept time - 41:35 - and then adjusting for weapon range based on estimated values from sensor data.
"Taya are you...?" she started to ask but the display refined again adding in the time increment that she and Neil had taken to reach the engineroom. Red line was 23 minutes, either they could get the engine started or they would have to haul ass back to the Highlander and boost away at maximum survivable G's.
"Is that what you wanted?" Taya's voice asked, nervous yes but excited also.
"Yes that is wonderful Taya," Sayeeda responded marvelling at the girls easy grasp of infomration systems.
"Neil we got twenty minutes to fire this bitch up or we have to scrub!"
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Neil kept up a constant chatter, mostly technobabble which she sometimes grasped and she sometimes did not. It seemed that the engines were at least fireable, but that the damage the ship had suffered had triggered a variety of shut outs, some of which were intentional and some of which were hardware failures that Neil now had to find work arounds for. It wasn't tremendously interesting to listen to but she understood its importance.
"Junebug, er I mean Captain!" a voice crackled in her ear. She started slightly at the unexptected voice before recognising it as Taya. The girl sounded in a panic even over the radio distortion.
"Six here go ahead," she said, lapsing into correct commo protocol even though the girl was not using it herself.
"The... the ship, that is Lonney, says that one of the xenos ships is burning towards us, what do I do?" the girl babbled.
"Take a deep breath, can you send the telemetry data through to my helmet?" she asked calmly, clicking her visor over to display the incoming signal, a moment later the telemetry appeared as a fifty percent mask. Neil paused in his labor and looked up but judging she had it under control and retuned to her work.
Two courses showed up on her visor, one in blue pastel the other in red.
"Boster display intercept time..." she started to say but the view already was refining first showing the intercept time - 41:35 - and then adjusting for weapon range based on estimated values from sensor data.
"Taya are you...?" she started to ask but the display refined again adding in the time increment that she and Neil had taken to reach the engineroom. Red line was 23 minutes, either they could get the engine started or they would have to haul ass back to the Highlander and boost away at maximum survivable G's.
"Is that what you wanted?" Taya's voice asked, nervous yes but excited also.
"Yes that is wonderful Taya," Sayeeda responded marvelling at the girls easy grasp of infomration systems.
"Neil we got twenty minutes to fire this bitch up or we have to scrub!"
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You can go ahead and post Jason, need some time before Ill be ready to write.
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I'd be tentatively interested in the pilot slot. Alot of my childhood was spent reading books about a certain British ace!
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