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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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28 days ago
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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2 yrs ago
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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Racist ideologues affiliated with a hate group ;)
@Dynamo Frokane Remember when every single member of the EDL was rounded up?
@POOHEAD189 Australia is SUPER boring. Better to be where the action is.
I wonder what could color their judgement?
And Radical Islamic Hate Preaching is a 'thought crime' but I didn't see any of you complaining when we banned those guys from entry.
I wonder what could color their judgement?
Troll prisons, I love it. Hopefully when they fill up they ship them to Australia.
Sayeeda leaped into the storm, the slashing rain instantly soaking her as she plunged towards the ground, cable paying out through her belt harness. The air exploded in blue prismatic fire as the plasma guns, designed to tear open ships hundreds or thousands of kilometers away tore into the approaching aliens. The rain soaked peninsular below was composed of a series of jagged basalt upthrusts that looked like blackened glass when wet with rain. Below the plasma cannon continued to fire, steam billowing around its white hot barrel as the operator fired it well beyond its tolerance.
The Xenos recoiled slightly as the the plasma guns on the Highlander chewed into them throwing body parts in all directions in steaming blasts of super heated steam. On the edges of the crowd some of the larger mollusk things seemed to crouch down. Sayeeda peered through her HUD trying to determine what the things were doing. On the ground soldiers were yelling and waving frantically at them though even without the storm it would have been impossible to hear what was going on. She glanced at the downed ship, it was three or four times the size of the Highlander but made in a completely different style. Fluted curves swept up in graceful architectural spires and the whole thing was acceented with gold and silver alloys. Here and there vast dents pocked the hull. Her eyes tracked down to the base of the ship. Shattered boulders of black stone lay around like bowling balls. With a sinking feeling she looked back at the larger mollusk things on the neck of the peninsular and her eyes widened.
"Lonney, evasive action!" she shouted and pulled a knife from her belt. The Highlander yawed violently to the side as the AI reacted instantly to her command, whipping her sideways on the tether. One of the mollusk creatures pulled up a stone the size of a car and, in a motion curiously reminiscent of a trebuchet, launched it at the Highlander. Lonney slipped sideways and evaded the first stone which sailed overhead and crashed into the ocean, lifting a massive plume of spray. There was no way for the AI to maneuver violently enough to save the ship while she and Neil were safely attached.
"Get her out of here!" Junebug screamed and cut the tether with her knife. The final jerk of the freighter tossed her hard to the right and she plumeted through the whipping rain. She hit the surf with a smash that drove the wind from her lungs. For long moments she was beneath the surface of the icy waters. She kicked powerfully trying to orient herself and a moment later broke the surface with a gasp. She couldn't see Neil or the Highlander but the overheating plasma cannon glowed like a beacon. Suddenly aware of the maratime look of the aliens she kicked her powerful legs and drove herself towards the shore.
The inlet was shallower than it looked and it only took her a minute or so to make it to the shore. Dragging herself out of the water she checked the read out on her plasma rifle. Everything was in the green so she worked the action and fired a round across the inlet ensuring it was functional. A pair of panicked looking soldiers, dressed in a black and yellow livery of some kind and with ornate looking body armor rushed down towards her. Both of them cluched functional looking slug throwers.
"DOWN!" one of the soldiers screamed and Sayeeda, with the reflexes of a veteran, threw herself to the sand. A rock the size of a cow scythed through the air above her. In a heart beat she was on her feet and running towards the soldiers. Thunder cracked high above.
"Are you alright?! Did your ship get away?" one of the soldiers shouted. Sayeeda ignored the pair until she was safely behind a small rocky outcropping.
"Neil?! Lonney? Still with me?
@POOHEAD189
The Xenos recoiled slightly as the the plasma guns on the Highlander chewed into them throwing body parts in all directions in steaming blasts of super heated steam. On the edges of the crowd some of the larger mollusk things seemed to crouch down. Sayeeda peered through her HUD trying to determine what the things were doing. On the ground soldiers were yelling and waving frantically at them though even without the storm it would have been impossible to hear what was going on. She glanced at the downed ship, it was three or four times the size of the Highlander but made in a completely different style. Fluted curves swept up in graceful architectural spires and the whole thing was acceented with gold and silver alloys. Here and there vast dents pocked the hull. Her eyes tracked down to the base of the ship. Shattered boulders of black stone lay around like bowling balls. With a sinking feeling she looked back at the larger mollusk things on the neck of the peninsular and her eyes widened.
"Lonney, evasive action!" she shouted and pulled a knife from her belt. The Highlander yawed violently to the side as the AI reacted instantly to her command, whipping her sideways on the tether. One of the mollusk creatures pulled up a stone the size of a car and, in a motion curiously reminiscent of a trebuchet, launched it at the Highlander. Lonney slipped sideways and evaded the first stone which sailed overhead and crashed into the ocean, lifting a massive plume of spray. There was no way for the AI to maneuver violently enough to save the ship while she and Neil were safely attached.
"Get her out of here!" Junebug screamed and cut the tether with her knife. The final jerk of the freighter tossed her hard to the right and she plumeted through the whipping rain. She hit the surf with a smash that drove the wind from her lungs. For long moments she was beneath the surface of the icy waters. She kicked powerfully trying to orient herself and a moment later broke the surface with a gasp. She couldn't see Neil or the Highlander but the overheating plasma cannon glowed like a beacon. Suddenly aware of the maratime look of the aliens she kicked her powerful legs and drove herself towards the shore.
The inlet was shallower than it looked and it only took her a minute or so to make it to the shore. Dragging herself out of the water she checked the read out on her plasma rifle. Everything was in the green so she worked the action and fired a round across the inlet ensuring it was functional. A pair of panicked looking soldiers, dressed in a black and yellow livery of some kind and with ornate looking body armor rushed down towards her. Both of them cluched functional looking slug throwers.
"DOWN!" one of the soldiers screamed and Sayeeda, with the reflexes of a veteran, threw herself to the sand. A rock the size of a cow scythed through the air above her. In a heart beat she was on her feet and running towards the soldiers. Thunder cracked high above.
"Are you alright?! Did your ship get away?" one of the soldiers shouted. Sayeeda ignored the pair until she was safely behind a small rocky outcropping.
"Neil?! Lonney? Still with me?
@POOHEAD189
Sayeeda drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair, thinking.
"It would be a pretty poor system for a pirate attack," she mused. Mu Cephei was hardly ever visited, its existence on the charts owed more to ships stumbling onto it when the tides of the RIP were particularly abnormal, than any economic motive. Pirates often used such transmission to lure in good Samaritans but it was highly unlikely in a system so unfrequented. Plus as Neil pointed out it had started ten hours ago long before anyone had any reason to expect the Highlander of any other ship. A slow smile spread over Junebug's face, she hadn't spent her life savings on a ship just to haul cola around.
"What is the transmission source?" she asked, glancing sideways at Taya who had climed into her own console and was furiously typing away.
"Second sattalite form the binary, habitable but not note worthy," Taya reported breathlessly.
"Lonney whats our time on a sub light burn?"
"Aboot Three Heweres Capm," the computer brogued at her. She pulled up the projected course on her tactical display. With a few quick keystrokes she bought up the RIP data from the last jump and ran the Van Owen plot, compairing real space position to the currents coarsing through the RIP.
"What is your estimate if we microjump?" she asked with a frown. Neil was running the same projection on his console and shook his head.
"We are almost dead against the RIP, we would have to arrow in, three or four jumps maybe," the pilot replied. The RIP behaved like an ocean current in some ways. Arrowing was similar to the tacking technique that ancient sailing ships had used to move into the wind, but the process was complicated by the three dimensions spacecraft had to negotiate. There was no point in risking three or four jumps on their current fuel status, it wouldn't save much time after they calculated and recalculated the jumps in any case.
"Alright Neil, light her up," she ordered and Neil lit the sublight engines. The ship shuddered slightly as he poured on the power but the gravity dampers prevented her from feeling in her bones the way she would a ground vehicle. They were on their way.
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"Something is wrong with the transmission," Taya said. There were only a few minutes out from the unnamed second planet where the distress signal was originating. Sayeeda, who had been relaxing, sat up at news the situation had changed. She turned her attention to the read out of the planet. Breathable atmosphere, earth like gravity, no terraforming or native Terran bio-markers. It looked like a blue marble with a single massive continent sitting at the north pole.
"What is wrong with it?" Junebug demanded, echoing the girls display. A graph of the transmission, still cycling the same words, played over and over, but now there was a continual but irregluar distortion every few seconds or so.
"I've never seen interference like that, do you suppose that is why they haven't been responding to our hails? Trouble with the sending unit." Sayeeda shared a grim look with Neil. Both she and her first officer were veterans of modern combat and the distortion was a familiar as rain.
"It might be why they aren't responding, but it isn't trouble with the sending equipment. That is the RF noise you get when you fire heavy caliber plasma weapons close to radio gear."
By the time the Highlander was burshing the upper reaches of the atmosphere Sayeeda had donned her armor and gathered her plasma rifle from the armory. Her submachine gun was stowed in a hip holster Taya had bought for her at some point in their chaotic stay at Beckett's node. She buckled on her webbing belt, heavy with grenades and equipment, it never hurt to be prepared.
"Visibility isn't good," Taya stated and bought up a picture on the main screen. A massive storm was raging down below, thousands of feet of grey cloud with sleeting rain and wind. The Highlander's sophisticated sensors could pierce it with a combination of LIDAR and thermal imaging and generated a composite. The ship, easily recognizable by electronic signatures, was on a broad rocky peninsula perhaps three kilometers long. Individual crew members were recognizable as thermal blurs but there was something else. From the end of the peninsular hundreds of blurs were swarming through the digital display, each too big and too hot to be a human. The computer mapped the flashes of heat as plasmabolts leaped from the ship into teh approaching blurs.
"It looks like a battle," Sayeeda mused as she fiddled with the image. She pointed to several cooling blob that remained motionless.
"And I think they are losing."
@POOHEAD189
"It would be a pretty poor system for a pirate attack," she mused. Mu Cephei was hardly ever visited, its existence on the charts owed more to ships stumbling onto it when the tides of the RIP were particularly abnormal, than any economic motive. Pirates often used such transmission to lure in good Samaritans but it was highly unlikely in a system so unfrequented. Plus as Neil pointed out it had started ten hours ago long before anyone had any reason to expect the Highlander of any other ship. A slow smile spread over Junebug's face, she hadn't spent her life savings on a ship just to haul cola around.
"What is the transmission source?" she asked, glancing sideways at Taya who had climed into her own console and was furiously typing away.
"Second sattalite form the binary, habitable but not note worthy," Taya reported breathlessly.
"Lonney whats our time on a sub light burn?"
"Aboot Three Heweres Capm," the computer brogued at her. She pulled up the projected course on her tactical display. With a few quick keystrokes she bought up the RIP data from the last jump and ran the Van Owen plot, compairing real space position to the currents coarsing through the RIP.
"What is your estimate if we microjump?" she asked with a frown. Neil was running the same projection on his console and shook his head.
"We are almost dead against the RIP, we would have to arrow in, three or four jumps maybe," the pilot replied. The RIP behaved like an ocean current in some ways. Arrowing was similar to the tacking technique that ancient sailing ships had used to move into the wind, but the process was complicated by the three dimensions spacecraft had to negotiate. There was no point in risking three or four jumps on their current fuel status, it wouldn't save much time after they calculated and recalculated the jumps in any case.
"Alright Neil, light her up," she ordered and Neil lit the sublight engines. The ship shuddered slightly as he poured on the power but the gravity dampers prevented her from feeling in her bones the way she would a ground vehicle. They were on their way.
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"Something is wrong with the transmission," Taya said. There were only a few minutes out from the unnamed second planet where the distress signal was originating. Sayeeda, who had been relaxing, sat up at news the situation had changed. She turned her attention to the read out of the planet. Breathable atmosphere, earth like gravity, no terraforming or native Terran bio-markers. It looked like a blue marble with a single massive continent sitting at the north pole.
"What is wrong with it?" Junebug demanded, echoing the girls display. A graph of the transmission, still cycling the same words, played over and over, but now there was a continual but irregluar distortion every few seconds or so.
"I've never seen interference like that, do you suppose that is why they haven't been responding to our hails? Trouble with the sending unit." Sayeeda shared a grim look with Neil. Both she and her first officer were veterans of modern combat and the distortion was a familiar as rain.
"It might be why they aren't responding, but it isn't trouble with the sending equipment. That is the RF noise you get when you fire heavy caliber plasma weapons close to radio gear."
By the time the Highlander was burshing the upper reaches of the atmosphere Sayeeda had donned her armor and gathered her plasma rifle from the armory. Her submachine gun was stowed in a hip holster Taya had bought for her at some point in their chaotic stay at Beckett's node. She buckled on her webbing belt, heavy with grenades and equipment, it never hurt to be prepared.
"Visibility isn't good," Taya stated and bought up a picture on the main screen. A massive storm was raging down below, thousands of feet of grey cloud with sleeting rain and wind. The Highlander's sophisticated sensors could pierce it with a combination of LIDAR and thermal imaging and generated a composite. The ship, easily recognizable by electronic signatures, was on a broad rocky peninsula perhaps three kilometers long. Individual crew members were recognizable as thermal blurs but there was something else. From the end of the peninsular hundreds of blurs were swarming through the digital display, each too big and too hot to be a human. The computer mapped the flashes of heat as plasmabolts leaped from the ship into teh approaching blurs.
"It looks like a battle," Sayeeda mused as she fiddled with the image. She pointed to several cooling blob that remained motionless.
"And I think they are losing."
@POOHEAD189
Did the Simpsons get way more live actiony then I remember?
I really should write an analogue to the Left Behind novels where all these hilarious right wing fever dreams come to pass. She wandered through the bombed out streets of Qubec where the lynch mobs hunted for all those who had refused to bow to sharia law. If only the decrepit socialists had heeded the cries of The Great Matyr. With reverent fingers she touched the forbidden scrap of orange cloth concealed deep in her robes and bitterly repented having ever been foolish enough to believe the poisonous lies of academics and university lectures....
It writes itself! Of course given the prospective readership I'd be banking pretty heavily on a pilgrims progress effect.
It writes itself! Of course given the prospective readership I'd be banking pretty heavily on a pilgrims progress effect.
Sayeeda Cyckali circles her opponent her fists darted out in quick precise thrust, never leaving her slender body unprotected. Occasional she alternated with a snapping side kick, trying to keep the rythm of blows from becoming a pattern. Sweat ran down her dusky skin as she circled the sparring bag and she was so intent on it that she nearly didn't notice the mind blasting disorentation of the drop out of RIP. For a split second it felt like her skin had been torn from her body and then she was back in the real universe. She lowered her guard and breathed heavily for a moment.
"Whats the status?" she asked over the net and received an update from Neil. Mu Cephei was one of the systems that had come up in the course plot, although it was only a twenty or thirty percent chance given the way the currents in this area of the RIP/Real intertwined. Sayeeda headed for the shower and stripped off her gym shorts and tank top. Taya, their aristocratic passenger come crewman waked in and widened her eyes at her now naked captain. Sayeeda threw her bundled up clothing at the girl who sqwaked in protest and stepped into the shower running it without heating the water. For a few seconds she faced up into the shower head eyes closed and enjoying the refreshment of the cool water on her muscles.
"What is the time on the fuel rods Neil, I could use a little time in real space." Although to humans inside the protective shields of a ship the physics that underpinned transdimensional RIP space differed slightly from that of real space. Mostly that was a matter of curiosity for particle physicists but one of the practical results were that the fuel roads began developing novel isotopes of hydrogeon and cadmium. That happened, theoretically, in real space too but the ground state of the human universe prevented it from getting out of control. In RIP space however those novel isotopes remained stable and eventually enough of them would accrue to cause a problem. It didn't pay to combine the words 'unexpected' and 'fusion reaction' together. The solution for most ships was to drop out of the RIP and cycle the fuel, allowing the normalizing effect of the universe to take care of the unstable elements. Warships often had multiple sets of fuel rods and could cycle them in and out to extend jumps. Freighters like the Highlander usually only had two sets and the second was only in case of dire emergency. It was much simpler and safer just to spend a few hours in real space and then be on your way.
"Uhhh getting a transmission from one of the planets, looks like a distress call," Neil's voice replied through her mastoid communicator.
"Yeah alright I'm on my way up," she replied and turned of the shower. Toweling herself off she slipped into tshirt and set of combat pants and headed up to the bridge drying her short dark hair as she went.
"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Research Vessel Priceps in distress, Mayday." was playing over the speakers, apparently on an automated loop.
"Only an automated transmission?" Sayeeda asked skeptically, checking the sensor read out and determining it was coming from a small but habital planet in close to the systems dim binary star.
@POOHEAD189
"Whats the status?" she asked over the net and received an update from Neil. Mu Cephei was one of the systems that had come up in the course plot, although it was only a twenty or thirty percent chance given the way the currents in this area of the RIP/Real intertwined. Sayeeda headed for the shower and stripped off her gym shorts and tank top. Taya, their aristocratic passenger come crewman waked in and widened her eyes at her now naked captain. Sayeeda threw her bundled up clothing at the girl who sqwaked in protest and stepped into the shower running it without heating the water. For a few seconds she faced up into the shower head eyes closed and enjoying the refreshment of the cool water on her muscles.
"What is the time on the fuel rods Neil, I could use a little time in real space." Although to humans inside the protective shields of a ship the physics that underpinned transdimensional RIP space differed slightly from that of real space. Mostly that was a matter of curiosity for particle physicists but one of the practical results were that the fuel roads began developing novel isotopes of hydrogeon and cadmium. That happened, theoretically, in real space too but the ground state of the human universe prevented it from getting out of control. In RIP space however those novel isotopes remained stable and eventually enough of them would accrue to cause a problem. It didn't pay to combine the words 'unexpected' and 'fusion reaction' together. The solution for most ships was to drop out of the RIP and cycle the fuel, allowing the normalizing effect of the universe to take care of the unstable elements. Warships often had multiple sets of fuel rods and could cycle them in and out to extend jumps. Freighters like the Highlander usually only had two sets and the second was only in case of dire emergency. It was much simpler and safer just to spend a few hours in real space and then be on your way.
"Uhhh getting a transmission from one of the planets, looks like a distress call," Neil's voice replied through her mastoid communicator.
"Yeah alright I'm on my way up," she replied and turned of the shower. Toweling herself off she slipped into tshirt and set of combat pants and headed up to the bridge drying her short dark hair as she went.
"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Research Vessel Priceps in distress, Mayday." was playing over the speakers, apparently on an automated loop.
"Only an automated transmission?" Sayeeda asked skeptically, checking the sensor read out and determining it was coming from a small but habital planet in close to the systems dim binary star.
@POOHEAD189
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