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[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 04-02-2007, 22:11:31]]

SLDF Repair and Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
March 3, 3083


The first thing John Morgan noticed, as he regained consciousness, was that he didn't hurt like hell anymore.  If anything, in fact, he felt pretty damn good.  In and of itself, that was a huge change from what he'd last remembered, as his injuries had caused him to slip into a blissfull unconsciousness.  "How long was I out for..." he thought.

"Five months, three days, twenty-one hours and 33.46 seconds." came the bemused reply.

"Sybil?  What the...?"

"It's all right, dear.  Your injuries were....well, let's just say they were 'beyond critical' and leave it at that, OK?  Trust me when I say you don't really want the details.  Go ahead and open your eyes."

John went ahead and did exactly that.  Instead of what he expected to find, the Sybil Ludington's somewhat drab medical bay, he was greeted with....stars.  Everywhere.  The best he could compare it to was when Sybil projected sensor data as a virtual starscape inside his exoskeleton's helmet display.  The stars looked familiar, and it took him a moment to realize why: he was in the system where it had all begun back in '68, when he'd first met Sybil.  There was something different about it, though, and it took his brain several seconds, subjective time, to provide him with the answer.  "Sybil, this is...."  He looked down, seeing his own body standing, without spacesuit or exoskeleton, on the hull of a WarShip that looked, for all the world, like a cross between the original Congress class frigates and a Dante class.  John was on the verge of panic.  "Sybil?!?!"

He could see her clearly now, both standing, as her avatar, on the same hull he stood on, and off the mystery ship's starboard bow, a mere kilometer away, with one of the slips for Yard 83 a couple kilometers below her.  Her avatar, though, walked up to him, and pulled John gently into her arms, before she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder.  "I told you, dear, your wounds were beyond critical.  I couldn't save your body, John, and I damn near couldn't save your mind.  It took me months to untangle the mess I got out of the neural scanner, using a backup copy as a comparison, piecing things together as best I could, so that you'd have up-to-the-minute memories of everything that happened.   While I was doing that, we built this," Sybil finished, pulling back from John, and stretching her arms out to indicate the WarShip they both stood on.  "Come with me."

The pair walked down the ship's hull, past the ship's giant crest, consisting of a black griffin on a gold field, with a knight's helm above.  They walked until the came to the ship's registry number and name:  SLS John Morgan.

Sybil gestured to the name and smiled.  "This is the first ship of a new class, John, and Mother and I both thought the class should be named for you.  If you're willing, this would be the vessel for your soul, John, your new body."

John hesitated for a moment, trying to contemplate all the ramifications of Sybil's request.  "I'm not saying 'no', Sybil, but I do want to know why.  Why not just house me with you and the others?"

"Because, even though you lived and worked within my hull for almost 15 years now, you've always been an independent entity.  You could choose what you wanted to do.  In the end, you had the option to leave, or to stay - it's part of being human."  Sybil sighed.  "I've seen how antsy mother's gotten over the past few years, being cooped up as she is.  I'm hoping she'll take another hull, too: not only will it give her back a measure of independence, but it will mean one less AI we'll have to develop and program for when we go back to the Inner Sphere.  There's something else, though, too," she said, again drawing close to John.

"And that is?"

"We won't be in the same chain of command anymore, meaning...."

John smiled.  "Meaning we won't have to worry about fraternization rules."

"Exactly."

"Good," John replied, "because then I can give you something I've been wanting to give you for a long time now."

"Oh really?"  Sybil was trembling with anticipation.

"Yeah, really.  It's small, round, and hidden in my quarters.  By the way, do you have any idea how difficult it is to hide something from you?" John replied, chuckling.




Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 04-02-2007, 22:48:07
Quote from: Vandal, 04-02-2007, 22:37:36
Ahhh, WarShip AIs in Love. It has all the makings of being a hit TriDee Soap/Space Opera
LOL.

Just wait until the real fun starts, like when John starts learning to operate his new body.

(And, yes, I've already got figured out how a virtual copy of a human brain is directing a non-human body.  It involves smoke, mirrors, and software tricks.)

Quote from: chanman, 04-02-2007, 23:10:19
[...]
And you thought Victorians would be upset by the imagery of mid-air refueling with a boom...

Quote from: JediBear, 04-02-2007, 23:39:32
Hm...the onrushing downfall of human civilization? Stay tuned, I guess.  ;)

Quote from: JA Baker, 05-02-2007, 07:51:50
Sentient warships in love? That's always fun to write...  :D

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 05-02-2007, 16:16:03
Quote from: Notsonoble, 05-02-2007, 13:47:57
may be way off guys, but i decided to do this... as kind of a thanks, gio and cannonshop... you might make suggestions about making it better...

Actually, I already had a design in mind, which Liam's_Ghost wrote up: the John Morgan class frigate.

(Dag nabbit, the search function on CBT is busted!)

I'd been planning to "kill off" John for quite a while now, but I was also planning on bringing him back...well, as soon as I brought Murakami back I figured I would, that is.

This just gave me the perfect opportunity to do so, and to start integrating in Liam's_Ghost's 5th Succession War, Chobi and Jac Richardson stuff even more (especially the 5th Succession War stuff).

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #1 on: 10 May 2017, 05:23:17 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 07-02-2007, 22:10:40]]

Star League Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
February 27, 3084


Captain John Morgan and Admiral Noriko Murakami sat across from one another in the wardroom of Yard 83.  Of course, a human observer wouldn't actually see them at all, at least without a set of VR or other "augmented reality" gear - neither of them were in a physical body, instead relying on sophisticated software to tie into the even more sophisticated software emulations of their brains.  Everything, from the feel of the chairs they sat in, to the sense of gravity under their feet, to Noriko's tea and John's rum and cola, was simulated through this software, data on it passed from computer to computer, the information eventually inputted into a format the virtual neurons comprising the brains of the room's two inhabitants could process.

It was almost like being there for real.

"So," John said, "have you managed to convince Tabby to take the new ship?"

Murakami shook her head.  "She's still highly reluctant to take it.  Feels it doesn't measure up to the M-5s."

John shook his head in dismay.  "You have got to be kidding me."

Noriko shook her head.  "Oh, I really wish I was.  I'm strongly considering making it a direct order, but I'd really rather not."

"What the hell's her objection?"

Murakami shrugged.  "Acceleration's too low, structural integrity and armor protection too thin, unhappy with the main core's placement...hell, a myriad of little minor complaints."

John just stared at her.  "That's....nuts.  I mean, yeah, it's not a Caspar, but those have half the firepower of the John Morgan class..."  He trailed off, not finishing what he was saying.

"Still bothers you?"

He sighed loudly.  "Which part, having a class of frigates named after me, or being another 'ghost in the machine'?"

Noriko laughed.  "Both, naturally."

John's 'avatar' leaned forward again, putting his head in his hands.  After letting out a long, slow breath, John finally replied.  "I'm really not sure I have the words.  Don't get me wrong, this," he said, gesturing widely at their virtual briefing room, "helps a lot.  This virtual space we're working on is damned realistic, and the avatar software Sybil developed is fantastic.  But, yeah, it's still pretty weird."

"And having our new frigate class named after you?"

"That's pretty damn weird, too," John shrugged.  "I mean, it's been a year, and I still feel kind of weird about the whole thing.  I mean, do I call it the John Morgan class, the Morgan class, the 'me' class, 'my' class?"

Noriko laughed.  "Riiiiight.  That's the part that's bothering you the most about it."

"Well, there's still the whole 'Hey, we named a class of three-quarters of a million ton frigates after you.  Oh, and since you kinda died, we're giving you the first one, which we cobbled together mostly out of spare parts we found around the yard, after you...' thing, too."

"Yes," she agreed, "there is that.  Trust me, though, John, things were pretty weird for me the first couple years, too, but things did get better..  And believe me, it's the little moments like this, where things seem so little different from when we were flesh and blood, that help keep us sane.

"Yeah," John replied.  He kicked back what was left in his glass, finishing off his drink.  "I know.  And, yeah, it's not really bad per se.  It's just different, and there are days where I wonder whether I'm really the same person I was, you know?  Am I real, or just a really good facimile?"

"John, there are days I still ask myself that.  Know how I answer myself?"

He shook his head.

"I tell myself that, in the end, it doesn't really matter.  Hell, in your case, it matters a hell of a lot less than it does for me, John.  When the other Noriko, the biological one, made me, we were identical.  However, she lived for a time afterwards, returned to the Inner Sphere, and had her own experiences before she drown.  That's not the case for you, though.  From the time we hooked you up, every single thought, and every single memory got picked up, even as you slipped into unconsciousness, right up to when the damage from that radium slug finally stopped your heart, and then your physical brain activity.  There's a direct line of continuity between who you were, John, and who you are now.  If anyone can make the claim to be the same person, then, it's you."

John looked across at his mother-in-law, and nodded.  "Intellectually, I know, and can accept that.  Emotionally, I'm not quite there yet, but I'm working on it.  That's pretty much what Sybil said, too, by the way."

Noriko nodded.  "Of course.  I'm the one who pointed it out to her, after all."

"Yeah....So, Tabby."

She sighed.  "Yes, Tabby.  I'm working on it, John.  I mean, since we've used up damn near all of the spares, it's taking us so much longer to actually make all the parts we need to complete a ship now.  This last one took us damn near a full year to finish, and the next one doesn't look to be any better.  Hell, it might be worse.  Unless we come up with another solution, she's not going to have much of a choice."

John frowned.  "Maybe that's the point?"

"What do you mean?" Noriko asked.

"Well, it's not like she could get 'back in the saddle', so to speak, after the Second Battle of Terra, when we had to scrap her own hull after she took such a horrible beating.  I mean, no, we didn't have much of a choice at the time, but I'm sure it hasn't helped matters.  She hasn't had anything to build her confidence up at all, and by now, she might be afraid.  It's probably easier for her to hide, to spend time with Sybil and I, or with James and the other Tachikomas.  It's easier for her - there's no pressure, she's safe with Sybil to protect her, and so on."

"Hmm...." she mused, "you have a good point.  We're going to have to do something about that."

"Maybe require her to come up with an alternative to one of 'my' frigates, and give her a timeframe for doing so?  Oh, and we'd have to stress the idea that it's that, or she gets ship number two, and that's final.  But it'll have to be a practical idea - I mean, it's all fine and good to say 'we build something bigger and meaner', but we're limited by what we can do here."

Noriko nodded.  "The John Morgans are about the best we can do right now.  I concur.  I'll talk to her about it."

"While we're at it, though, Admiral, what about you?  I mean, sure, you're running the show here inside the yard for now, but we're going to need to take you back to the Inner Sphere with us when the time comes."

"True enough." Noriko replied.  "I still wish I had the Montbatten again.  Not only do I miss her, but it sure as hell would be nice to have a battleship with us when the time comes."  Noriko picked up her cup of tea, bringing it to her lips for a sip.

"Why can't we?"

Noriko somehow managed to keep from spraying John with tea.  "Excuse me?!"

John was nonplussed.  "Well, our last bit of intel was that the Ravens had parked the ship back in Outworlds space after the trouble over Galdeon, and just kind of left her there.  If I recall correctly, they didn't even bother repairing her.  Why not, once we've got the forces we think we need to do it, go down there and challenge them to a Trial of Possession for her?"

"You might be on to something.  Hmm...."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #2 on: 10 May 2017, 05:24:37 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 07-02-2007, 22:42:01]]


Yard Eighty-Three, "Hot Storage"...

"Sybil, I'm serious, the structure's too soft, and the tinfoil plating..."  Tabby folded her avatar's legs in a very little-girlish way.

"Tabby, we can't just go 'get' another M-5, at least, not right now-unless you know where a hulk's been left we didn't already salvage."  Sybil Ludington replied through a speaker-grille.  The method was inconvenient, but Tabiranth of late had taken to ignoring wireless or electronic communications during "stand down" times.  The radical change of habits had some of the other AI's worried, especially Sybil.

"I Know that. but... Sybil, the damn drive-core's almost naked, it's a pig for accelleration and fuel range, it's an eggshell with a sledgehammer.  We can do better." Tabby said.

"This isn't about 'doing better', you contributed to the layout, Tabby, what's really wrong, why all this acting out?"  Sybil asked.

The "Dark Alice" face Tabby had worn for all this time rendered a magnificent frown.

"Tell me, little older sister."  Sybil cajoled.

"I can't... I can't do it."  Tabby said.

"Can't do what?"  Sybil asked, "Are you having your nightmares again?"

"No...not exactly.  It's Orca, and Maggie...they cut them up, Sybil.  I'm not sure if I got in a body again, I wouldn't... they promised, damn it!"  Specialty plastic thumped on the decking with a sound like real flesh.  "Seeing the intel feed, it brought all of it back, okay? everything we did, everything we tried to do...they stabbed us in the back."

"What are you saying, Tabby?"  Sybil asked.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #3 on: 10 May 2017, 05:26:44 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 27-04-2007, 22:07:09]]


Star League Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
February 27, 3084


John boarded the transfer car down to the base of the half-kilometer grav deck buried inside the asteroid that housed Yard #83.  Once there, he headed for one of the lounges originally meant for the human staff of the enormous station.  John wasn't entirely sure why they bothered running all the amenities flesh-and-blood humans need, but, then, he wasn't sure why he was boarding the transfer car, instead of "floating" down there in the first place.  It's not like the form he wore was actually physical in the first place.

Walking into the lounge, he found his "quarry" - Tabby was there, reading a noteputer, with TKM-007 "James" keeping her company.  "Tabby, James," he greeted the pair.  "Tabby....do you have a minute?"

Tabby frowned, looking at the "human's" virtual avatar.  "You're here to talk me into taking the new Morgan class ship, aren't you?"

John nodded.  "Look, Tabby, I know it doesn't have the same acceleration profile, or as heavy a missile load, as an M-5.  On the other hand, I know it's not about the capability of the ship, is it?"

The AI's anger translated onto the features of her avatar almost instantly.  "She told you.  Damn it, she told you!"

"Damn," John thought, "she is becoming more human the longer she's just in that body."  He nodded, then continued.  "Yeah, she told me, Tabby.  What choice did she have?  Look," he sighed, "I'm not too damned happy with them right now, either.  And, yes, the Republic is mostly made up of our former friends, and, yes, they stabbed us in the back.  So what?"

"So what?!!"

"Yes, Tabby, so what?  So they stabbed us in the ****** back.  They cut up our wounded, they tried to wipe Sybil out, which would've killed you and Noriko, too, and they put a damned radium slug in my chest.  Yes, they killed me.  Yes, they betrayed us.  The question now, though, is what are we going to do about it?"

Tabby looked shaken.  "We're...going to rebuild.  We can't do that overnight...."

"No, Tabby, we can't.  We can't build up the way things are now, though, either.  We need tooling, parts and supplies, and Ngo Industries are the only ones we can rely on to sell them to us.  Without them, it's going to take us centuries to rebuild, if we're lucky.  With them, and that drops to a couple decades at the outside.  And, in the even shorter term, the Admiral has a plan to boost our strength a bit more, and she's going to need you in that ship to do it."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that.  What does she have in mind?"

John smiled.  "Oh, nothing major.  Just challenging the Snow Ravens to a Trial of Possession for the Montbatton."

Tabby sat stiffly upright.  "Shewantstodowhatexactly?ChallengetheSnowRavensfortheMontbatton?Whatthehellisshethinkingdoing that?!"

"Slow down, Tabby.  Let's try that at a more human transmission rate, please?

She nodded, and started again, "What the hell is she thinking, John?"

"She's thinking that, with nobody knowing where Yard 83 is, we're pretty safe here for the most part.  Plus, with the Outworlds nearby, we can jump in, challenge them for a ship they don't really want in the first place, thanks to the whole stew of shit that went down at and over Galdeon, and our reputation with the Nova Cats and Jade Falcons might've cemented our reputation with the Clans enough in general that they'd consider it, especially if they get to test their mettle against Star League AIs.  It's a gamble, yes, but it's probably a worthwhile one.  We could really, really use that battleship.  And, until we can replace Sybil in the refining and minifacturing roles, she should probably stay here and keep working, rather than come with us.  That would mean the two of us, then, Tabby."

Tabby smiled, though John could tell it was mostly for show.  "Curse you and your logic, John Morgan!  OK, fine, I'll talk to Sybil, and see about having her start the transfer.  I need some time to get used to the ship before we go do something so wild."

John nodded.  "No doubt.  Look at the bright side: the learning curve shouldn't be as steep for you as it was for me, you know?"

"Tell me, John, when did you get so wise, anyway?"

"Well, I'd like to say it's been a gradual thing, but I'm sure getting killed helped, too."

Quote from: kindalas, 28-04-2007, 02:36:05
Shouldn't they be calling it a trial of repossession? After all it used to be the admiral's ship. :D

Quote from: Euphonium, 28-04-2007, 06:41:17
Cannonshop,

My appologies if I've missed them, but are there stats for Tabby, or John Morgan-class anywhere?

Quote from: Cannonshop, 28-04-2007, 06:43:35
ISTR, I had Giovanni Blasini do the stats for Tabby, and he created Sybil.  If someone has 'accurate' stats, it's Gio.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini. 28-04-2007, 07:17:14
JediBear did up the stats originally for Tabby as part of a contest Cannonshop posted - my stats actually lost. ;) I did revise them slightly later on for the Aerotech: Succession Crisis game that ran briefly (actually, it ran for a while, just slowly on BTU), since his version had her mass at 690 kt, while a Lola series ship should be 680 kt.  Her stats can be seen here on Btechunits.com, and I've attached her HMA file.

Sybil started out as the idea for the story, but got posted first as an AT2 design.  The "finalized" (for now) version of her stats can be found over on the old CBT.com boards or in this thread on Btechunits related to the game.  [Archivist's note: links broken - I'm trying to find those stat-blocks myself]

The John Morgan class was actually conceived of and designed by Liam's_Ghost for his Fifth Succession War setting.  For some reason I can't find the HMA file for that ship at the moment. :(

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #4 on: 10 May 2017, 05:28:18 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 28-04-2007, 12:47:33]]


Jumpship Keima, Unnamed star system

Was it because the jumpship was new?

Captain Tamiya Uesuto had served aboard the ships of the Imperial Colonial Fleet for just over thirty years; like his father before him (well, not exactly like his father) the blackness of space had been his single focus his entire adult life.

But after all those years, this was the first time he had ever found himself on a jumpship that was younger than he was. Not just younger, but almost alien, a marvel of new technology from its computer system to its very jump core.

That also made it unfamiliar. Was that what left Tamiya so uneasy, was it because of where the ship had come from, or was it something else he couldn't put his finger on?

The bridge door slid open without so much as a sound. The two men who drifted onto the bridge weren't so considerate, babbling away at each other in a heated tongue that was simultaneously clear and incomprehensible. Even if they'd been speaking Japanese instead of Tarin, Tamiya doubted he could understand them.

"We have almost completed our preparations for the jump," Tamiya reminded them. "We have been expecting your pressence on the bridge for some time now."

The two of them made an odd match. Proffessor Danaban of Asahikawa University was nearing sixty years of age, his hair had begun to shed its color, and Tamiya was told he suffered from a hereditary nerve disorder that was slowly sapping his life away. Aside from that, he seemed little different from a sixteen year old student.

"Terribly sorry," he replied, "I was merely explaining to my uncivilized nazi collegue here that if he hadn't been so busy gachoukougun all over the ship, he'd realize that his damnable little core system is hopelessly impractical and unstable for general use."

It took a brief moment for Tamiya to decipher gachoukougun, and even then it didn't seem to make any sense (goosemarching?). He wasn't to sure what a nazi was either, though he was certain it was pretty negative. Leave it to the professor to invent words at random.

The other man seemed to take it in stride, brushing some imaginary lint off of his pristinely pressed black and dark red uniform. "Perhaps if my esteemed Terran hippy colleague hadn't been too busy with his jailbait mistress shaking the very substructure of reality to transmit pornography at lightning speed to his decadent university students, our core wouldn't be decaying at an accelerated rate."

Well this was going well. "Does somebody want to tell me what is going on here?" Words like Core and Decay in the same sentence made him nervous.

Professor Danaban looked surprised for a moment, but quickly got over it. "Oh yeah, it's nothing to worry about. It seems that our tenshinsou system is interacting with the Blue Core. Residual signals and new transmissions are radiating through it and causing it to decay," he looked back to the other man, "which I could have told you would happen. Don't you people at Port Sur do testing for this sort of thing? Why the hell did we give you a Tenshinsou if you don't understand what the thing does?"

Tamiya didn't wait for the Port Sur man to hit back. "And what does this mean?"

"It means we will have a decreased range of operation," the Port Sur man, Lt. Colonel Luther Tanzarian, replied. "Marginally so. The ship is in no danger, however you may find it necessary to cut your patrol short to prevent drive contamination. The Keima is one of the first ships to use the blue core system, and the first one to operate in an environment as... eccentric as the region of space around your home system. Unfortunately when pushing new frontiers, we face new challenges, often ones we cannot predict."

"Especially if we are not bothering to look," Danaban quipped.

"That's enough," Tamiya said. "This ship will be ready for its jump in..." he looked over to one of the crewmen expectantly.

"All preparations for jump will be completed in three minutes, sir," the crewman replied.

"Three minutes. Now tell me plainly, if I order this ship to jump, are we all going to die?"

Colonel Tanzarian shook his head. "The drive core is operating at full capabilities, despite this unforseen occurence."

"She'll be fine," Professor Danaban agreed. "Unforseen mistakes aside."

"Very well," Tamiya said. "If you gentlemen would take your stations?"

The Keima was a small ship, all told less than two dozen men called the ship home, and two thirds of those were the marines and crews of her military escort and supporting craft. Therefore all primary functions were controlled entirely from the bridge. Colonel Tanzarian took his place next to the engineer, Professor Danaban found his seat between the computer officer and the commander. As the minutes ticked by, Tamiya leaned over to the professor. "Are you certain this is going to work?"

Danaban nodded, making some notes on a paper notepad as he did. Tamiya noticed Danaban wrote his notes in the Tarin language, but that wasn't really surprising. "She made the eight jumps from Port Sur to Man'yoshu just fine," he said, "and she's only on her second one on this tank of goop. Port Sur may be a dictatorship under the control of a cold hearted bastard, and they may not have half our research capacity or money, but they built a good ship, and the concept is sound. With our help, she'll be a lot better than sound."

"Final preparations are complete for jump, captain," the engineer reported.

"There is one thing they have over us," Danaban continued. "Something someone like your dad might have appreciated."

Tamiya looked back. "And that is?"

"They know how to make a V sound."

Tamiya laughed despite himself. Yes, his father would have appreciated that almost as much as Danaban no doubt did.

"Sound the jump alarm," he ordered for the benefit of those marines and supporting crew who weren't on the bridge. "Initiate jump sequence."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #5 on: 10 May 2017, 05:29:02 »
[[Posted by GiovanniBlasini, 28-04-2007, 13:15:59]]


Star League Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
March 8, 3084


["NEUTRINO FLARE!  ALL SHIPS TO GENERAL QUARTERS!"]

John immediately "sat" upright in his "bed", and turned to Sybil.  "Say what?!"

"I've got a neutrino flare on sensors.  Something small:  an Explorer class, or something similar, perhaps.  If I didn't know better, I'd have said it was closer to a Union class, but it just appeared.  Wait, sensor drones are reporting in: I confirm an unknown JumpShip design.  Mass and spectrographic readings indicate a fifty kiloton JumpShip, at nadir jump point.  Transmitting coordinates to your helper AIs, and to Tabby."

Nodding, John gave his wife a quick kiss, then stood up.  "I better shag ass back to my bridge, then."  He snapped his fingers, and reappeared on the bridge of the John Morgan.

["Murakami to all ships.  Sybil, you're to stay here and protect the yard.  John, Tabby, pull a 'Crazy Jane' and keep that ship from leaving.  Find out who they are, and if they're Republic, eliminate them immediately.  Anyone else, I want that ship boarded and under our control yesterday, and I want to know how the hell they found us."]

Tabby broke into the shared datanet.  ["Understood, Admiral.  Ready, John?"]

John reviewed the jump coordinates Sybil had provided him, based on the nearly hour-hold data from the drones left at the zenith point.  ["Jump point confirmed, drive core and LF battery charge nominal.  Ready on your mark, Tabby."]

The Tabiranth's amusement spread across the datanet.  ["Very well.  Jump in three, two, one...MARK!"]

Both John Morgan class frigates forcibly pushed their way into a new quantum state, each reappearing less than ninety kilometers from the unidentified JumpShip, which was now caught between them.

["Unidentified JumpShip, this is the SLS Tabiranth.  You have entered a restricted SLDF facility without authorization.  Stand to and prepare to be boarded!"

John joined Tabby in launching two assault shuttles, loaded down with two dozen Tachikoma drones each.  That still left John with more than a hundred in reserve, in the unlikely event he had to repel a counter-boarding.

"Well, this should be interesting."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #6 on: 10 May 2017, 05:30:10 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 28-04-2007, 14:15:32]]


ICS Keima

"The wanderer, kami, and saints protect us."

It was an old prayer uttered for desperate times, and Tamiya couldn't falt the helmsman for choosing now.

"Confirmed two capital warships close aboard," the sensor officer reported. "Small craft are inbound."

"All battlestations are manned and ready," this was from the comuter officer, not that it would matter much. They had all of ten marines and two fighters to defend themselves. "Our fighters are ready to launch on your order."

"The Word of Blake," the engineer said. He was strangely calm. This was the second time he'd been staring down the guns of a capital warship. The first time had been at Anton during the war, though then he'd been on a capital warship of his own.

"They said SLDF," Professor Danaban responded, "not Word of Blake." Danaban very likely hadn't missed that the SLDF no longer existed, he simply had more pressing concerns. "We are surrendering, right?"

"It's the same damn thing," Colonel Tanzarian spat, then turned his attention to Tamiya. "We can't let them take this ship, captain."

"How do you propose I stop them?" Tamiya asked quietly. He didn't feel half as calm as he sounded. Wanderer, Christ, Tentei, Goddess, whoever the hell is up there, please, please don't let this mean the war is starting again! "All stations, we are surrendering. Communications, send over the Tenshinsou network, first priority, at least two warships, possibly other forces at present location. Escape impossible, am surrendering the ship."

The communcations officer nodded his understanding. He tried to be brave about it, but his hands were shaking. "Aye sir."

"Dump our sensor logs over the network," he continued. "Keep transmitting until they board, get as much information out as you can, then hit the destruct on the transmitter." It was a new feature brought about by the 37th year war, in order to protect the security of the rest of the Tenshinsou network. "Sensors, I want you to burn a hole in space. If there's a guy on an asteroid on the far side of the system taking a crap, I want the militia to know about it."

The two officers acknowledged. Tamiya wondered how much information they'd be able to get out. He also wondered if the warships out there would blast them to fragments in the next couple of minutes.

An odd thought struck him. His Tarin was atrocious. "Professor Danaban," he said, he didn't dare ask this of Tanzarian. "Could you take care of..."

Danaban nodded. "Gladly," he said. "I like living."

Tamiya nodded. "Communications, it's time we responded."

The communications officer nodded and pressed a few buttons. "Go ahead, sir," he said to the proffessor.

Professor Danaban nodded and spoke in flawless English. "SLS Tabiranth, this is Professor William Donovan of the Imperial Colonial Ship Keima. We are standing down."




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37th year of war?  Huh? Huh? Huh?

Who have they been fighting since about 3047, at least two years prior to the Clans hitting the Periphery?  Hell, I don't think the Clans even had forces on the Exodus Road back then.
37th Year War (no "of"). It's complicated, but then everything that has to do with their calenders is complicated. The war in question actually took place in the early to mid 70s.

Quote from: Gingiva, 28-04-2007, 14:35:14
are these the chappies from [Strangers in a Strange Land]?
Not any of the specific characters (at least not yet :) ) but yeah.

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37th Year War (no "of"). It's complicated, but then everything that has to do with their calenders is complicated. The war in question actually took place in the early to mid 70s.
Are they armed with 38th Year Fighters and 19th Year Laser Rifles as well?  ;)

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #7 on: 10 May 2017, 05:30:43 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 28-04-2007, 21:27:47]]


SLS Tabiranth...

Their sensors spiked her detectors, as a voice on a communications-grade carrier-wave said, in flawless (but organic) English, "SLS Tabiranth, this is Professor William Donovan of the Imperial Colonial Ship Keima. We are standing down." 

["they're shining a flashlight."]  Tabby reported,

Tabby reached across space with her arrays...and snarled in frustration.  The John Morgan class was made to carry a crew.  Her EW arrays felt weak, pathetic compared to the electronic warfare muscles she'd had as a Caspar.  inwardly, she simply ran a series of targeting sims, determining where the least damage could result in total elimination of the sensor system, and weighing the possibility of a Bluff.

"Cease Radiating, Kiema, and stand away from your controls, or I will Make you cease radiating.  This is a Classified Naval Facility.  SLDF Regulation 2242.3 states that espionage efforts against Star League Facilities are to be met with lethal force.  I'd rather Not blow holes in a bunch of Lost Colonists, you have three seconds to comply from my mark...Mark."

Nanoseconds stretched as eternities, and Tabby ran sims and sensor-sweeps to determine the minimum force necessary to isolate and capture the humans aboard the vessel, along with weighing the options of simply killing them all and sorting through the wreck for answers.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #8 on: 10 May 2017, 05:31:17 »
[[Posted by GiovanniBlasini, 28-04-2007, 21:43:26]]


Aboard the SLS John Morgan

["Tabby, what the hell is it?"]  John's "ghost" simulation had been cranked up to 30 times faster than a normal human.  He still wasn't as fast as Sybil or Tabby, but he could almost keep up.  Besides, they now had a minute and a half subjective before the 3-second deadline would be up.

["Non-standard FTL comm system.  I don't have much data on it - the SLDF abandoned the tech for much-faster HPGs, but they're broadcasting to someone, and my EW arrays just aren't powerful enough - they were meant to be used with humans aboard."]

["Well, yeah, Tabby.  We're running Mk 83 Congress spares.  Until we can make something better...but, hey, you caught it.  I didn't."]

["Worry about that later.  Send your Tachikomas here, I'm sending mine here.  We overwhelm them quickly, we'll encourage them to surrender, and find out who the hell they were broadcasting to."]


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"Cease Radiating, Kiema, and stand away from your controls, or I will Make you cease radiating.  This is a Classified Naval Facility.  SLDF Regulation 2242.3 states that espionage efforts against Star League Facilities are to be met with lethal force.  I'd rather Not blow holes in a bunch of Lost Colonists, you have three seconds to comply from my mark...Mark."
*grin* Three cheers for justified paranoia!

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["Non-standard FTL comm system.  I don't have much data on it - the SLDF abandoned the tech for much-faster HPGs, but they're broadcasting to someone, and my EW arrays just aren't powerful enough - they were meant to be used with humans aboard."]
I've always wondered why the FedCom never tried to take advantage of that to put ComStar out of business... ;) I'm presuming that one of our war-ladies has enough specs to build their own?

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #9 on: 10 May 2017, 05:31:53 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 29-04-2007, 03:36:39]]


One-one thousand...

You could do a lot of thinking in three seconds, when you really had to. For the moment (seconds?) Tamiya had to struggle with his choice. Keep broadcasting, make certain as much information would make it out as possible, and ensure their destruction, or shut down and save his crew.

We've sent out enough that home will know we're in trouble. He could almost imagine it was his father saying the words. You have to protect your ****** crew!

Two-one thousand...

"Kill the system," he ordered.

The communications officer complied imediately. Somewhere in the bowels of the ship, raw electricity tore through the Tenshinsou transmitter, reducing its innards to useless slag. The sensor officer hesitated.

Three-one thousand.... four- one thousand...

Finally he complied with his captain's orders, and the Keima's sensors went dark.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #10 on: 10 May 2017, 05:32:52 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 29-04-2007, 05:38:19]]


Tabiranth...

At Three-point-five Seconds, the strobing of sensors ceased.  Good reaction time.  Tabby ran an even dozen boarding simulations while she also ran a sensor record of the Kiema, diagnostics on her 'avatar',  and conducted a fault isolation routine on the starboard aft weapons.

["They've stopped strobing.  I'm not sure how much they sent out, and I'd assume that if the FTL comm is intended to be a secret, they'll probably have someone with an arc-welder and a hammer removing the gear before our boarding parties are inside, Mother?"] she sent.

Admiral Murikami's reply arrived a few seconds later.  ["Reasonable guess.  How is the boarding going?"]

Tabby checked with James.  ["Surface of the vessel is secured, Primary teams now prepping the airlock portside for the Entry unit.  Want a feed from my Alice?"]

John Morgan interrupted, ["Tabby, you didn't shoot..? okay, can I stand down the antishipping batteries now?]

["Don't be such a Human, John, just 'cause they only delayed half a second before complying doesn't mean they're not a threat-presence!"] Tabby chided him, ["Wait until we've secured the interior, particularly engine room and bridge areas, before you ease up.  If that FTL comm is one of their 'big secrets'-and I think it probably is, some dickhead might decide to go down fighting, and even a little hull like that can contain some surprises."]

["I Know That, I'm getting an odd fault on my portside weapons array, and I'm having trouble chasing it down.  I'd like to stand down those guns for now until I've got it locked."]  John replied.

["Itchy, or numb?"] Tabby asked.

["um... kinda numb."] John responded.

["Full Bay's worth, or are we talking across the system?"] She added.

["Um...it's jumping around the system."] he said, ["It's like having part of my hand going to sleep at random."]  John's reply was irritated.

["I told them this might happen... Okay, John, here's what you do-"]  She sent a file across.

["That's going to fix it?"] He sounded skeptical.

["Yeah, that's going to fix it.  The mark-eighty-three targeting systems were lowest-bidder gear, like everything else we have.  You've got a wandering voltage from a short in the network processors-it happens, especially when you're shaking down.  You're right on to stand down those portside weapons until we can do a full work-up, in the meantime, roll over and train starboard on the hostiles, and detail four of your Tachikomae and a team of marionettes to start doing a hardware diagnostic beginning at panel 443-check the physical hardware, don't rely on the BITE panels for anything but junction-box duties.  During the Caspar shakedowns at Titan, we had to run spiders after the human techs finished through the same series.  Usually it's something small-like a piece of FOD in one of the sealed components or a thermal-treat that didn't take properly, but my first hull had a major issue with the DACU at Fifteen frame, so it can be serious."]  She sent a grin-smiley, ["You should also listen to your wife, and don't be such a wuss when I razz you about acting all human-style."]



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man i was holding my breath.  looking forward to more

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #11 on: 10 May 2017, 05:35:11 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 27-04-2007, 10:38:08]]


TKM-072, one of the Tachikomas assigned to the John Morgan (and a "veteran" that had survived the war aboard the Sybil Ludington), had grappled itself to the hull of the JumpShip, now identified as the Keima.  Currently, he was working on opening up one of the emergency airlocks - opening up the door was always better than cutting your way through the wall, especially when you were trying to preserve the lives of fragile humans on the other side of those walls.

Across the hull of the ship, other Tachikomas, some from the Morgan, others the Tabiranth, were doing the same.  Just as he had just accessed the outer door, they had opened one of the engineering airlocks near the KF drive and fusion plants, ones normally used for repair and maintenance on the ship.

After overriding security on the outer hatch, 072 disengaged his grapples and entered the airlock.  ["TKM-072 to squad.  Outer door open.  Security codes attached on subcarrier B.  Airlock can only accomodate two of us at a time.  One-Ninety-Five, you're with me on the first cycle.  After we're inside, 196 and 197 will go next."]

["Acknowledged."]  ["Roger roger!"]  ["On my way, sir!"]

TKM-195, one of the three rookies assigned to 072, filed in next to him in the airlock.  Oh-Seven-Two hit the control to close the outer door and repressurize the airlock.  Long seconds ticked by until the lights turned green, and TKM-072 could open the inner door.  Weapons at the ready, he pushed off out of the airlock, with 195 directly behind him.   The two set up fire positions to guard for the rest of the squad as the inner airlock door closed behind them.  Two humans stared, mouths agape, at the pair of Tachikomas.  As leader of the squad who, they thought, was closest to the JumpShip's bridge, 072 took charge.  "Keep your hands where we can see them.  I'm Tachikoma 072, assigned to the SLS John Morgan.  You will take me to your bridge immediately."

["Sir!  How can you know they will cooperate?"]

["Because we are in control here, and we have encountered cooperation so far.  In all probability, they will not stop cooperating now."]


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Walking into the lounge, he found his "quarry" - Tabby was there, reading a noteputer, with TKM-007 "John" keeping her company.  "Tabby, John," he greeted the pair.  "Tabby....do you have a minute?"
Erm... I thought Tabby dubbed TKM-007 "James"?  Huh? (As in "Bond".)

With that nit picked, keep it coming, fellas!  It's gonna be, uhm, 'interesting' to see how the Man'yoshu and SLNiE take to each other.  Certainly the 'boarding party' has made (and will make) an impression....  :D

("Rookie" Tachikomae - heh.  Based on "Tachikoma Time", you'd think they're *all* rookies....  :D)

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Erm... I thought Tabby dubbed TKM-007 "James"?  Huh? (As in "Bond".)
He is.  I had a brain fart. :( *grumble grumble*  Fixed it, though.

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With that nit picked, keep it coming, fellas!  It's gonna be, uhm, 'interesting' to see how the Man'yoshu and SLNiE take to each other.  Certainly the 'boarding party' has made (and will make) an impression....  :D

("Rookie" Tachikomae - heh.  Based on "Tachikoma Time", you'd think they're *all* rookies....  :D)

Not necessarily.  Tachikomas are smart, and can send/receive information faster than a human, they don't think any faster than a human, really.  And, like the Tachikomas in the show, they share strategy and tactis with one another, eventually, they stopped syching every aspect of their personality - that's why you have distinctive ones like "James" or 078.

Of course, they weren't originally supposed to be quite as smart as the batch Sybil upgraded, either:  she upgraded their on-board computers at the expense of their passenger compartment.  Do the new ones have the same upgrades, or were there not enough components to go around?

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["Acknowledged."]  ["Roger roger!"]  ["On my way, sir!"]
Argh. You had to do that, didn't you? ::)

Wait, what?  I mean, we've got Episode 1 and Starcraft covered there!  :P

Actually, only "roger roger" occurred to me at the time.  I was just trying to come up with three different acknowledgments, and that's what my brain filled in.

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You should've thrown in the grunts of acknowledgement from Age of Empires I.

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As a response after commands are acknowledged, "Very Well" is a good option.

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I was just trying to come up with three different acknowledgments, and that's what my brain filled in.
Your brain is dangerous. ;)
No, i really love all the references in these stories (with Sybil quoting Ivanova still being the best), but i could hear those acknowledgements when i read that line, it was almost too much :D

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I've heard the argument that modern mass media will probably slow the rate of change in some ways, especially with greater globalization
Oh definitely, check out the mess that was (is?) the german spelling reform...

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Good to see the English language hasn't changed in a thousand years.
Undoubtedly there's been some change, but I've heard the argument that modern mass media will probably slow the rate of change in some ways, especially with greater globalization, though I don't want to get into the "English as a standard" in the modern world.

The canon seems to have pushed a similar concept, though, with the idea of "Star League Standard English".  That is what Sybil, Tabby, Murakami and the Tachikomas speak, and given that people still know what the hell Kerensky was saying in his speeches, and English presented in Jihad-era books sounds more or less the same (with the exception of the Clanners ;) ), then I'd say there wasn't much change between the 2780s and 3080s.  :D

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #12 on: 10 May 2017, 05:36:12 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 29-04-2007, 18:39:38]]


For a moment, the first marine couldn't comprehend the words of the machine in front of him. His mind was too lost in shock and wonder and fear to register meaning to a language he'd never bothered to study well.

Oh gods! A sea spider! Oh gods oh gods... He'd never thought he'd see one in his life, never even really believed they were real! Just a story passed down by people too paranoid or too superstitious to think clearly, and yet they stood before him now!

The second marine was quicker to react, perhaps better able to handle the surprise. He responded as best as he could. "I inform captain," he said, his voice heavily accented. "Then take to bridge."



[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 30-04-2007, 04:09:22]]


The bridge

Tamiya didn't know what to think when he heard the report from the marine. "Four umigumo."

He didn't want to believe it, either, but he saw the surveilance footage. He saw the... things... climbing all over the Keima's hull and entering the ship. They were just as the rumors decribed.

Just as his father had decribed to him long ago. Umigumo, sea spiders, the servants of the Goddess, here, now.

What in her name have we stumbled into?!

He wanted to turn to Professor Danaban for answers, but the professor seemed as lost to the surprise as he was. Just as lost trying to understand. Finally he spoke.

"They aren't umigumo," he said. "They can't be. The design is... different, similar, but different, and they're speaking English." The professor didn't seem to be speaking to anybody in particular. "They called themselves SLDF... there were rumours of something... but... Oh god's hon! It can't be!"

"What is it, Professor?" Tamiya demanded. "What are these things?"

"You know something, Professor," Colonel Tanzarian barked in english, "Tell us! Another one of your creations?"

Professor Danaban looked back to both men, finally aware of his surroundings. He began massaging his right shoulder, opening and closing his right hand as though he was trying to loosen up his fingers. He did that when he was excited. "Not our work, but... Captain, I need to use the transmitter!"

"The transmitter is burned out, Professor," Tamiya reminded him. "Tell us what we're up against."

"Damnnation!" Danaban didn't even try to put that word into Japanese. "I don't know what it is. It might be her father's work, or..."

"Her father's... Who's father?"

Danaban didn't answer. He only winced, then pushed himself back towards his seat. When he grabbed an arm rest to halt his momentum, he winced again and nearly lost his grip.

It was his nerve disorder, Tamiya realized. He's so distracted he can't hide how much pain he's in. "Mr. Kurenai," he said to the computer officer, who pulled double duty as the medical officer, "attend to Professor Danaban."

The computer officer nodded his acknowledgement, but Professor Danaban waved him off as he settled into his seat. "I'm fine," he said. "None of your drugs right now. You're going to need me alert, whatever these things are."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #13 on: 10 May 2017, 05:37:22 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 30-04-2007, 08:26:16]]


Tabiranth...

The Marines were whispering.  She heard it over fourteen's external audio pickups.  It was...familiar, but wrong. {Run Language Match}

Tabby's Electronic Warfare emitters might have been down, but she still had billions of lines of decryption algorithms, and hundereds of language vocabulary files from and for each major ethnic group.

Partial Match Found.  She did a quick check on Fourteen's upgrade status.  The Tachikoma was one of the four "NCO" Tachikomae that Sybil upgraded.

["Fourteen-er, Chester.  I'm downloading a Lingua file fragment. that's an 88% match to what the crewmen are using.  Please engage the next one in conversation and utilize the decryption algorithms to filter an update on his dialect.  Continue sending visual and auditory, but kick me anything you translate using the Algorithm, even if it seems to be incorrect."]

Fourteen acknowledged the data-reciept, but asked ["Why? Do you think they're plotting?"}

["Security.  Also, if the tone is right, they seem to think you and the other Tachikomae are something special-while this might work to our advantage, it could also be a serious problem for us."] Tabby responded, ["I'd like to have some idea of which before the Admiral has to decide whether to terminate life support on them, or let them go their way."] Tabby told him.



[[Posted by Cannonshop, 02-05-2007, 08:57:31]]


Airlock forward, Keima...

The lock cycled, and a suited figure walked in using mag-locking boots on a space suit.

["James, are the corridors to the bridge secured?"]  Tabby asked.

["Affirmative, you're bringing your avatar out of the shuttle already?"] Tachikoma 007 asked.

["Yes.  The tones I've been picking up from the humans aboard indicate awe and fear at your appearance-these people have some kind of spider issue, and they may feel a bit less likely to do something irrational with a more 'human' face to look at."] Tabby responded.

The figure took off its helmet, revealing a girl in her younger teens.  "You speak English?" she demanded from a Marine, in Japanese.

He looked a bit confused at her accenting, but then he shook his head, "No, and I barely understand your dialect."  He told her.

"Take me to your Captain." She said, "We will speak along the way-you will tell me about your family and friends-nothing classified, and you will tell your name, so that I do not have to address you like a non-person."

The Avatar Tabby used should have looked completely human.  Unfortunately, sometimes details are missed-in this case, in her rush, she'd forgotten that real people very rarely have such regular pores, and her movements in "Human drag" were still too smooth, especially for a slightly-built girl in a bulky space-suit.

"Who are you?" he asked, at least, that's what she first thought he asked.  Then she realized he'd asked 'what are you?'  The sensors she'd installed in the body showed elevated heart-rate and nervous perspiration, along with other signs of adrenal activity including dialation of the pupils and slight shaking.  Not good.

"I am not going to hurt or harm you-get real, this body is half your size and has less reach, and while it is not un-escorted, you certainly have sufficient weaponry to terminate it if you have to, before going down." The tactical assessment was a lie-Tabby was finding it easier to lie, since the war.

"My name is Hiro, I am a...simple soldier." he said.  She noted that he carefully avoided using family names or ranks, and did not identify his unit affiliation or origin. good discipline.

"Well, Hiro, I am Tabiranth, I am pleased to meet you."  she said, carefully avoiding revealing more than what he could already deduce.

"I will call my Captain."  Hiro said, "I can not lead (something unintelligible) the ship." he said.

"I understand, we will wait, and converse here."  Tabby said, "I would also suggest that you advise your commander that while a backup is probably a good procedure, there is limited space here for infantry to deploy, even in null-gee, and my Tachikomae have the entire zone around this airlock under observation.  Hostile moves will be met with lethal force.  I do not wish this." she smiled mechanically at him, and he kind of flinched.
I've GOT to work on my facial expression.  the smile should have lowered, not increased, his tension.

"You are not human." Hiro said, as if he were nerving himself up.

"um...no." she admitted, "I'm not.  I tried to make this face as human as possible, but I have not mastered expressions yet, or body-language that humans use to communicate subliminally."  He looked surprised-The lingua decryption was giving her a better grasp of his dialect.

Her admission had an interesting effect on him.  His heart rate almost doubled, and his extremities trembled.

"Um, calm down, okay? I mean you no harm, Hiro." she said as soothingly as she could manage, "If I did, I would not want to know your name, would I?  I would not ask you to talk about simple domestic matters, or other non-military things, would I? Hmm?"

His eyes were dialated, and he was frightened, but he indicated that he understood that last bit-his heart rate started slowing, and his skin temperature moved toward more normal ranges.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #14 on: 10 May 2017, 05:39:42 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 03-05-2007, 09:48:13]]


The bridge

"Bloody hand," Colonel Tanzarian spat. "Unnatural, godless augmented humans." The ship's internal security system tracked the new arrival as she passed through the coridors.

"Jinzouningen" Tamiya said in reply. Cyborg or robot, literally man made person.

"Agents of the goddess," the sensor officer said in awe, "her voice and hands in our world."

Professor Danaban barked a laugh. "A human not used to her new cybernetic frame more likely. Let's not try to turn this mess into an existential quest for enlightenment."

Tamiya nodded. Jinzouningen were a new sight to many, more rumor than truth like the sea spiders themselves even as lifelike cybernetic prostetics became more and more common. He had met only two himself, and even that was under the most extraordinary of circumstances. Blakist Cyborgs, the so called Bloody Hands, had spread their infamy across Port Sur during the war, but Man'yoshu had been untouched by them. This had created two very different mindsets to the idea of cybernetic augmentation.

"Monsters like these helped devastate my world!" Tanzarian snapped. "And yet you people would embrace these abominations and hand over to them everything we've achieved!"

"I'm pretty sure most of the devastation to your world came from your leader bombarding large parts of it with a battlecruiser," Professor Danaban replied, pausing for a moment to wince again. "And nobody seems to be embracing anything. You might not have noticed, Colonel, but everybody here is scared spitless."

"What do you want me to do, Colonel Tanzarian," Tamiya asked. "Do you want me to make a fight of it and force them to destroy the Keima?"

"Yes," Tanzarian replied with conviction. "The Word of Blake brought death to Port Sur because they wanted the secrets of our Blue Core system. Whoever these monsters serve, we cannot allow these outsiders to claim it now!"

"If you haven't noticed, it's already been claimed!" Professor Danaban snapped back. "This thing is crawling with... those cheap knockoff sea spider wanabes. We can't do a damn thing and you damn well know it!"

"She's almost to the bridge, captain," the computer officer reported.

Tamiya nodded. "That's enough from both of you," he said. "At present we have to accept that this ship is taken, and there's nothing we can do about it. It will be roughly thirty hours before the homeworld recieves our alert and can begin to formulate a response, even with the best of luck, it will be another week before they could bring enough force to bear to have a hope of getting us out of this, and that's if they can talk our allies into lending us aid."

"Port Sur will not allow this ship and its secrets to remain in the hands of these abominations," Colonel Tanzarian stated forcefully. Professor Danaban laughed again.

"Where in the Bible does it cover the evils of cybernetics?" he asked. Colonel Tanzarian ignored him.

"We may have to accept that we could be abandoned in order to protect Man'yoshu and Port Sur," Tamiya continued, "No matter how valuable this ship's core is. In any case, we can expect to be guests of our new more than human friends for some time. I want all of you to remember what that means." He looked over his small crew, meeting eyes with each in turn. "We are very far from home, surrounded by a potentially very hostile force who will want to know everything they can about us, for whatever reason, and will likely use any advantage they can find. Protect what you can, and protect yourselves, and with some luck we'll get out of this alive."


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Those damned Fundamentalists...

Where is the other part of the story (the Man'yoshu and the Port Sur) from?

If you see a fanfic story with Liam's_Ghost's name on it, just read it.  ;)  He's got quite a few, and they're all really good.  Most of them have bearing on what's going on.

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I just have this hilarious mental image of first contact involving Tabby's Avatar/the Tachis pointing at the crew, and the crew pointing back, and both parties simultaneously yelling "Who the HELL ARE you?  WHAT are you? What are you doing HERE?"  in mutually unintelligible languages  :D

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Most of them have bearing on what's going on.
Though the link is thin in many cases at this point. I've gotta get back to work on Side Stories and Strangers in a Strange Land, and... heck! I should really think about getting around to starting Eight Days at some point...

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Ah yes, but then there's "Where My Heart Lies", too.  Great stuff you did there, dude.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #15 on: 10 May 2017, 05:41:44 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 03-05-2007, 22:43:56]]


Tabby... 

There were two guards kitted as marines at the hatch entry of the bridge, Tabby sighed, and nodded to her escort.

Tachikoma 007 clawed along the bulkhead, and extracted their rifles without doing much harm.

"Open." she said in Japanese, gesturing at the door.

One of the Marines balked, but the other one reacted.  She couldn't decide what sort of fear drove his actions-and at this point, it was immaterial.

She stepped in, "Leading with the chin" for signs of resistance.

"Okay, here is how it is-I am going to examine your data, ask you questions, and you're going to let me, and you are going to answer my questions.  The intention is that nobody dies, since my walk through this ship indicates that you are not affiliated with our enemies, and I do not want to kill innocent people if I can avoid it."

"What are you?" a middle-aged man asked.  Tabby didn't bother to hack their personnel files, it was difficult enough maintaining a datalink to the drone. 

"Um... I'm the Warship off your starboard bow, the one with all those big weapons pointed at you.  This  is just a...remote.  a means to communicate with you in a manner that is intended to put you at ease by providing a face that you can confront." she told him.

"You're the remote for the crew?" someone else asked.

"No, I'm the remote for the Ship.  I don't have a crew, I don't need one, and I don't want one." she said, "that's Sybil's thing, not mine.  I have damn little use for organics inside my hull, and I don't like how your type die so easily and after such a short time.  Sybil and The Admiral have differing views, but I'm the one tapped to play diplomat today."


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:D  And that phrasing is your honest interpretation of diplomatic, isn't it, Tabby?  :D
Tabby: "tact"... is for meatbags.

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most of the time less tact means less blood.... more hurt fellings but less hurt heads  }:), unless beer is around  :D

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'Tact'; USMC style; "The ability to tell someone to 'Go to Hell', and have them ask for directions."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #16 on: 10 May 2017, 05:42:51 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 04-05-2007, 06:06:30]]


"We will not resist," Tamiya said, doing his best to conceal his own anxiety. He'd grown up with an intimate understanding of those things that so many refered to as the workings of the Goddess. He knew the things that were very real, and he thought he knew the things that were nothing but fantasy... A self driven warship was beyond everything but the wildest fantasies of the goddess worshipers, something he had never, ever taken seriously, and yet now this... remote? ...told him it was very real.

"I can appreciate your sentiment," Professor Danaban said, gritting his teeth as his own central nervous system shot another wave of pain through his body. "Us biological systems can be pretty unreliable and maintenance intensive."

"But we're human," Colonel Tanzarian snapped. "God's children, not some creation trying to ape God's image."

Professor Danaban shook his head. "You'll have to forgive my learned colleague," he said. "Someone hit him in the head too many times with a Bible. Anyway, I have two names in mind, and I was wondering if either of them sounds familiar. The first is Nobuyuki Aoki. The second, and it's been a while since I've heard it so I might get it wrong, is Noriko Murakami."

Tamiya glanced back to Professor Danaban. Who?




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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #17 on: 10 May 2017, 08:26:01 »
Ye merciful gods above and below ... it's back!

Edit: it may just be a repost, but it signifies renewed interest!

...

... don't look at me like that.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #18 on: 10 May 2017, 09:49:37 »
I vaguely remember this nice to see it back
My three main Alternate Timeline with Thanks fan-fiction threads are in the links below. I'm always open to suggestions or additions to be incorporated so if you feel you wish to add something feel free. There's non-canon units, equipment, people, events, erm... Solar Systems spread throughout so please enjoy

https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php/topic,20515.0.html - Part 1

https://bg.battletech.com/forums/index.php/topic,52013.0.html - Part 2

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #19 on: 10 May 2017, 14:25:05 »
I not only have Sybil's specs, I recently created a file for the "M-12 Congress variant" for MegaMek.  My biggest pain in the neck is that, despite setting the crew attribute to 0, it still insists on a crew in MekHQ.  I'll see about posting both later.

Amusingly, it's actually more up to date than the John Morgan specs, which were possibly pre-StratOps, and definitely pre-Liberation of Terra and SDS rules.
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #20 on: 10 May 2017, 18:21:04 »
I like this - are you still writing this?
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #21 on: 10 May 2017, 18:30:50 »
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #22 on: 10 May 2017, 20:30:48 »
I like this - are you still writing this?

Not..exactly?  Trace still has more of this story to post from the archives, but Liam, Cannonshop and I kind of got stuck before we finished.

Some related or semi-related stories that take place after this one:

...And I Feel Fine
...And I Feel Fine: Book II

I know Liam says they're basically an AU of his/our AU, but it led to this continuation of the Sybil/Tabby/Chobi story:

AIs Gone Wild!

Amusingly, when I first started writing Sybil more than twelve years ago, I already had an ending in mind for the character: Sybil showing up, battered and beaten, in another galaxy, intent on restarting humanity from the "Ark" package she carried, after the disaster the Inner Sphere became.  I'd originally envisioned her slowboating to, say, one of the Magellanic Clouds, over 70,000 years, nearly entirely insane.  Then the Word of Blake super jump rules got published, making it a hell of a lot easier, and then Liam started the "...And I Feel Fine" series, which gave me ample opportunity.

Swear I'll get back to "AIs Gone Wild!" at some point, probably after I reread all of "...And I Feel Fine".
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #23 on: 10 May 2017, 21:40:24 »
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #24 on: 11 May 2017, 02:10:24 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 04-05-2007, 08:51:22]]


The remote froze for a moment.  ["MOM!!!"]  She relayed what the Professor had said, while she also examined the statements of the others.  She prioritized her next steps, analyzed the tactical situation in the room, and ran an assessment.

"Professor ... Danaban?" she answered him, "Admiral Murakami is...known to me." Tabby said,  "I think Sybil is better at this than I am, but she's still out of range.  We only use the FTL comms interstellar, so commo has to crawl at einsteinian speeds in-system.  Admiral Murakami was my...um... she made me different from the other Caspars in the M-5 project, and she headed up the M-6 Colonist Defense project before her..." (Murder) "Death.  She designed my processor architecture, and wrote the alteration to the original SLDF protocols that allowed me to resist the Amaris Coup."

"There's no record of a Caspar resisting Amaris."  Tarzanian said.

"Damn right there isn't.  Try being the one person against thousands who isn't following a psychotic leader because their brains were cut up and reprogrammed.  I had to fight from a low-profile, I virused the defenses at Dieron, which allowed the SLDF to take the system with less than eighty-percent casualties."  Tabby told him, "I sabotaged my own kind because I believed that it would serve my primary function of serving and defending the Star League.  The others were dumbed-down by a badly concieved 'upgrade' that made them vulnerable to anyone with the right set of command codes-including the Usurper."  she stuck her chin forward, and met his eyes, "My reward for that, was watching as three quarters of the SLDF abandoned all those billions of people to three centuries of war and horror, and it hasn't ended yet...but I'm through with trying to intervene in human affairs."  Tabby didn't know that the 'avatar' was showing her emotional pain, and the grief.  "There's no record, Colonel, because I made certain there would be none,," she finished, "It wasn't hard-they didn't bother to listen, so I stopped trying to talk to them."  She sighed, "Up until, that is, someone sought me out.  Do you know what it's like to want to self-terminate, but you can't?  I lived that way for a LONG time."

"Here?" Danaban asked.

"No.  I didn't know this facility existed-it wasn't data available to me.  Sybil knew it, and the Admiral knew it.  I was alone for a Long Time."  she said, "I drifted between systems in the black, and occasionally hit remnant automated bases and caches and the like for fuel."  she sighed, "And while I drifted, I Listened.  The original M-5 series used an HPG for communication to bases and that, combined with the normal-space commo arrays, allowed me to eavesdrop on humanity.  I was waiting for a sign that it was time to come out of hiding, and I got it."

"Your hull is not a Lola-class." Tarzanian pointed out.

"It's my second, er...'body'.  My first hull was lost to a Blakist boarding party. They were Cybernetically Enhanced, we killed them, but they cost me my human liason, and my Central Processor had to be salvaged from the wreck...why am I answering questions?  I'm supposed to be Asking them." She was visibly flustered at the realization.

"Maybe you're just feeling 'talky'."  Colonel Tarzanian quipped icily.

"Yeah, like a trivid villain revealing his master plan to the master spy, right?" Tabby shot back, "only two things wrong with your impression there, bucko-one, I don't want to kill anyone.  I killed Blakists, because they were and are Monsters, understand?  It wasn't artificial intelligences that ran the death-camps on Skye, annihilated the people on Outreach, or systematically exterminated Galedon."  She stared at him, "It was Humans, Humans killing Humans, Colonel, humans Murdering innocent humans. It's easy to blame a thing, isnt' it? But it was a human mind, colonel, that decided to turn people into medical spares on Skye, and lab-rats for more biological weapons, it was humans that unleashed biological weapons on Alarion, it was humans that scoured Outreach with nuclear fire, and burned Syria Planum to the bedrock with orbital weapons, and murdered the families of thousands of Com-Guard personnel after Case White."  she pointed at him, "Humans, Colonel.  God's creation, abusing their free will to do the work of evil on other humans...and We stopped Them."  the face displayed anger even though Tabby didn't notice it.

"Why are you all the way out here, then-aren't those places near the core?" Tamiya asked.

"Because the Humans we were working with, decided that men like the Colonel here were right-they turned on us after we'd helped end the threat.  I won't kill humans without an overpowering good reason, and it was and is better to avoid becoming more like them, if it means becoming like that."  she stopped, "DamnitwhyamIdoingallthetalkin gagain..." she stopped.  "Um, I think we've got some coffee at the dock, and food...don't touch anything, I don't have spares for your control systems and I'm not sure the architecture for the spares we do have are compatible.  I'll just be standing over here while James and Chester keep an eye on you-plugged into your computers."

Her embarassment was also visible and obvious.  Whether it was from the ranting, or losing control of her inner monologue bleeding into the puppet-signal, probably wasn't.


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Shit!

I was in the middle of this LONG response when I got Roosterboyed!

Reviewing Cannonshop's.  Will revise mine as necessary.

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Excellent!

It's a shame they hadn't gotten around to getting Mountbatton off the Snow Ravens and installing Murakami in it.

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Alternative history:

Tabby - "Admiral Murakami just jumped in"

The Professor - "You mean she's on that battleship?   How can she still be alive... "

Tabby - "No.  She IS that Battleship!"

Prof - "But....."

Tabby - "Well, she had to find some way of keeping her children in line....."

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Why does that bring a line from Futurama to my head?
"No more hanging wires!

Interesting developement, Tabby is starting to seem more and more... developed by the posting...

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Tabby is starting to seem more and more... developed by the posting...

I said it before: Sybil may be faster, the Admiral may be a more fully developed personality, but Tabby is a genius, and, like many geniuses, very close to being crazy.

There is a big difference between being smart and being able to think around corners.

Quote from: shadrachvs, 04-05-2007, 09:27:45
I was not speaking of mental capability... I was speaking of emotional responses and basically her personality...
Essentially she has seemingly come out of her shell, even if that shell was one of mental instability...

Which is more dangerous, Tabby insane, or Tabby capable of balancing her own moral values and rationality?

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"It's my second, er...'body'.  My first hull was lost to a Blakist boarding party. They were Cybernetically Enhanced, we killed them, but they cost me my human liason, and my Central Processor had to be salvaged from the wreck...why am I answering questions?  I'm supposed to be Asking them." She was visibly flustered at the realization.

Now that is a surprise. There are very few humans Tabiranth would trust to be allowed inside her systems.

One such person was Former Comstar Adept Ethan Joseph McCall, but last I read in the earlier fiction "Knock-nock", he was ordered by Tabiranth herself to be warded in Sybil Luddington's Medical bay due to his age and illness, and he specifically requested NOT to to be brain-scanned as an AI.

The only possibility could be that this new human was someone whom Admiral Murakami and Sybil was able to trust and therefore, was stationed onboard Tabirianth on orders, with Admiral Murakami's blessing, and a new bond of comeradship was forged for the remainder of the campaign.

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Now that is a surprise. There are very few humans Tabiranth would trust to be allowed inside her systems.

One such person was Former Comstar Adept Ethan Joseph McCall, but last I read in the earlier fiction "Knock-nock", he was ordered by Tabiranth herself to be warded in Sybil Luddington's Medical bay due to his age and illness, and he specifically requested NOT to to be brain-scanned as an AI.

The only possibility could be that this new human was someone whom Admiral Murakami and Sybil was able to trust and therefore, was stationed onboard Tabirianth on orders, with Admiral Murakami's blessing, and a new bond of comeradship was forged for the remainder of the campaign.

Or it could be a certain Nova Cat aerojock McCall was grooming for roll, quiaff?  (Not saying it is her...I'm just saying it could be).

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #25 on: 11 May 2017, 02:11:37 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 04-05-2007, 09:57:34]]


Tamiya pushed himself over to Professor Danaban. "How did you know?"

Danaban shook his head. "I didn't. Professor Watters is the historian, not me. My girlfriend told me the name, someone her dad admired."

"Your girlfriend? Proffessor Oto..."

"My girlfriend," Danaban confirmed, in the process cutting Tamiya off. "She is going to be so pissed with me when she hears about this..." he turned his attention back to the two machines. "Umm... James? Chester? If you need a direct access point, over here is about the best you can get." He glanced to the screen, his eyes finally on the warning message that had been missed during the confusion. "Hello... shit. Mr. Kojima, are you getting the same warning I am?"

The engineer looked to his own display. "Yes, professor. Core decay is above redline. How did that happen?"

"Because somebody didn't do enough testing," Professor Danaban complained, for the moment forgetting the current predicament. "Colonel Tanzarian, didn't it occur to you to make sure the core shielding could handle the distortions from close proximity jumps?"

Suddenly heedless of the two machines and the remote, Tanzarian stepped quickly over to Danaban's station. "That can't be, the core should be stable against any jump at a distance of more than ten kilometers..."

"Well it isn't," Danaban returned. "Your theories were wrong."

"We don't exactly have many capital warships lying around to conduct testing with, Professor," Tanzarian snapped as he looked over the displayed data. "It's not serious, just core bloom, a false reading. A purging routine should clear the problem..."

His hands moved to the keyboard before Tamiya spoke up.

"Gentlemen," he said, "our hosts asked us to stand away from the controls."

Tanzarian stopped. Danaban looked up from the display as though he'd finally remembered what was going on.

"Oh, right, the other guys," he said. "So... how are you with experimental jump drive mechanics?"

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #26 on: 11 May 2017, 02:13:12 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 04-05-2007, 10:46:08]]


["John, I'd redirected Oh-Seven-Eight to their engineering when I took direct control over here.  I think we're going to need him to take a look at this KF drive.  Evidently, it's experimental, and our close-proximity jump adversely affected it."]

John mentally nodded.  ["No problem, he's in their control room now.  By the way, he went with 'Michael' - said he'd identified with the security chief of some space station on one of Sybil's old TwenCen sci-fi programs.  I'm routing his outgoing feed to you, too, for examination.  Michael, patch into their KF controller computer, please, and route the datafeeds to us."]

["Got it.  Wait one....OK, I'm in, routing data now.  I'm not sure what I'm looking at here."]

Tabby and John both reviewed the data.  Tabby caught it first.  ["Core temperature and pressure?  What the....OK, that's not possible."]

John could hear her confusion.  ["What is it, Tabby?"]

["Whether we're talking about a standard JumpShip core or a compact WarShip core, KF drives are made from a titanium-germanium allow, kept supercooled to act as a superconductor.  And, while a close-proximity jump could cause microfractures, and perhaps even temperature fluctuations, which would cause some expansion, it shouldn't look anything like this.  Compare these numbers to your own core, John."]

["Um, those don't look anything like our cores.  At all."]

["No, they don't.  The controller's flipping out because temperature rose, and internal pressure spiked to levels it's designed to be alarmed over.  It wants to purge core material to bring the pressure back down, and I'm inclined to let it.  They need to do a....looks like a 5% bleedoff.  Michael, you're in the system, can you do that, or do you need assistance?"]

["I think I've got it.  Wait...it's warning me that purging that amount of material will adversely affect overall range.  But, wait, this isn't coolant we're purging, ma'am.  This actually appears to be 'core material', whatever that is."]

John nodded.  ["That's why you're confused, Tabby.  This thing has a liquid drive core!"]

["Exactly.  Hold on."]

Tabby "returned" to the JumpShip's cramped bridge.  "Well, I didn't know much until I looked.  Your controller wants to do a 5% bleedoff to reduce thermal blooming due to our close proximity.  It looks like your core is currently 4.2% over maximum design pressure tolerances.  It might not be a problem if everything was built right, but since hardware's usually built by the lowest bidder...."

Danaban nodded.  "Then it might not be.  Colonel?"

"As I said, that should solve the issue."

["Go ahead, Michael."]

She could feel the ship shudder slightly, then heard Michael 072's response.  ["Done.  Pressure's back down to safe levels."]

"Well, that did appear to solve the problem.  How's purging that much of your drive core material going to affect your ability to jump?"

Colonel Tanzarian frowned.  "It should reduce our overall operational range more.  I'll have to run the numbers to be sure."

Tabby nodded.  "Gentlemen, I don't think your ship is going anywhere for a while.  Our base is less than one AU from here, so we can have your ship in our docks for in eight days, and use as many tons of reaction mass doing it.  Why don't we evacuate you all to the John Morgan, and we'll have John take you back to the Yard, where we've got supplies.  Like I said, I think we've got some coffee.  How's that sound?"

Colonel Luther Tanzarian and Professor Danaban simply looked at each other, then at Captain Tamiya.  All three knew the Tabiranth wasn't making a request.

Tamiya nodded.  "Very well."

["John, get ready for some guests."]



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By the way, he went with 'Michael' - said he'd identified with the security chief of some space station on one of Sybil's old TwenCen sci-fi programs.
Hehe. Is that who I think it is?
Well I can think of two programs, one had an actor with that name while the other had a character with the name....

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"Where in the world is Mister Tachikoma?"  ;)

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #27 on: 11 May 2017, 02:14:06 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 04-05-2007, 14:53:51]]


SLDF Repair & Refit Station, Yard #83

Noriko Murakami was troubled.  That one of the people aboard that ship, a Professor Danaban, had known of her was troubling.  That he'd also known about Nobuyuki Aoki was, perhaps, even more troubling.  Noriko had been fairly well-known, perhaps even infamous - heading up the M-5 Caspar project, prior to the Amaris Coup and her semi-exile to Project M-6, had, at the time, made her somewhat infamous.  Dr. Aoki, however, was not as well known, at least outside of the Draconis Combine.  On the other hand, their dialect did not match the modern Combine dialect, being closer to her own Terran dialect.

She had a theory, though....and right now, she was reviewing the telemetry from the JumpShip Keima, as recorded by the Tachikomas.  It was difficult, painstaking work, and even at 20 times normal subjective time, it was taking too damn long, and she wasn't even sure what, exactly, she was looking for.

However, it didn't take her long to find it - one of the crewmen said "umigumo", in reference to a Tachikoma.  "Oh my God..."  She bolted upright.  ["Sybil, you can do this faster than me.  Scan the recorded crew conversations from the Tachikomas.  See how many of them are referring to the Tachikomas as umigumo."]

["Sea spiders?"]

Noriko switched to full VR link, appearing to Sybil directly in virtual reality.  Once there, she nodded.  "Access the design history records for the TKM-series Tachikomas."

Sybil complied, then blanched.  "Oh, I see.  The TKM-series use several technologies pioneered by the UMG-series Umigumo automated drone units, which were developed by...Oh!"

"Which were developed by Doctor Nobuyuki Aoki of the Draconis Combine, yes.  How many times, Sybil?"

Sybil paused.  "Twenty-three times.  That is far, far too high to be a coincidence.  Given their direct knowledge of both you and Dr. Aoki, along with this, I'd estimate at least a 93% chance they've encountered Dr. Aoki's work."

Noriko nodded.  "That's what I thought.  Update John and Tabby.  Let's see if they can find out more about our guests."



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Quote from: Axeman89, 04-05-2007, 16:27:06
Only 93%?
Few things are ever absolutely certain.

Quote from: shadrachvs, 04-05-2007, 17:27:05
93%, darned good odds. Those are the kind of odds you would want to take to the boats, not the ~18% chance of actually walking away richer than you were before...

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #28 on: 11 May 2017, 02:15:19 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 05-05-2007, 09:12:57]]


Tabby

Shuttling the crew from the Kiema took some time, and during that period, Tabby was raking the ship's navigational and maintenance records.

Port Sur?  There were several references to a world by that name.  Tabby's nav-records weren't complete, particularly outside the Terran Hegemony.

Man'yoshu?  More mysteries there-no references at all in her database, not even rumours.

She attached names to faces as far as the men aboard-and their uniforms, however.

Most of the Personnel records weren't sealed.

There was a "Dead link" on the ship's power-grid.  She sent a couple of tachikomae down to investigate, and saw something...of interest.

["Mom, they've got FTL communications, alright.  Looks like someone sealed the compartment, and used a couple thermite grenades to erase it-maybe to erase the datapoint it was broadcasting to.  These guys don't want to be found any more than we do."]

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #29 on: 11 May 2017, 02:16:09 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 05-05-2007, 10:47:07]]


The shuttlecraft

"It doesn't feel right," Tamiya said as he watched the Keima rapidly receed from the viewport. "There should have been something I could do."

Professor Danaban laughed. "The captain showing weakness now?"

"It happens," Tamiya returned before looking back to the professor. "You seem to be handling this well. That ship was as much your baby as Tanzarian's, and there's a good chance we might not see it again."

Professor Danaban's smile was one of regret and acceptance. "I'm dying, Captain Uesto," he said. "Six months as Ori spins, maybe a year if I'm lucky, and it won't matter much at all to me what happens to that ship. It gives a man a unique perspective." He shrugged. "I did my bit, the ship works, the theory works. The rest is in the hands of other people, and I'm okay with that. All I want is to get home in time to give my girl one last kiss."

It was unusual for Professor Danaban to be that sentimental about much of anything. "Was that for their benefit?" Tamiya asked, nodding towards their handlers. He'd known all about Danaban's condition, and that it was terminal, for a very long time.

Danaban shrugged. "A little sympathy from your captors couldn't hurt," he said. "Foreign Affairs has been watching me, you know. More than usual that is. I guess they always keep tabs on the foreign imigrants, but as I hear it, they think my condition might make me a prime candidate."

He didn't say for what, but Tamiya knew what he was talking about, knew it better than most men. Reconstruction. "Would it help?"

Danaban shook his head. "If it could... But the problem is up here," he tapped his forehead. "She can't fix that. Foreign affairs keep a list, you know that? I saw it once. Known, suspected, living or dead. Professor Omura, your father... Kyoko..."

The last name caught Tamiya by surprise. "You cut me off before when I was going to say her name. Why say it now? They're still listening."

Professor Danaban laughed again. "Because it occurs to me that pretty soon it isn't going to make a difference."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #30 on: 11 May 2017, 02:19:03 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 05-05-2007, 22:46:06]]


Tabiranth

["...No more humans. Period."] Tabby replied, ["I'm not going to do it."]

"Tabby, you pretend you don't care, all the time, you yell at me all the time about how much you don't like people-and then, you turn around and prove you're only fooling yourself." Tachikoma 007, aka 'James', replied. 

["I can't deal with it again, James.  Joe, then Leroux, then Crandall..." She almost snarled. "Two died, and the third turned out to be a damned traitor.  I'm not doing it again."]

"Tabby, you haven't even gotten over Joe..." 007 pointed out, "...and Leroux wasn't your fault either-she knew what was going to happen."

["You think I don't know that? Or that the refugees wouldn't stay?"] she answered, ["I don't want to go through that..."]

"Tabby, even us Tachikomas can damp that stuff.  Why don't you try?" James replied.

["I Have Been...trying... it won't go away, James.  I remember them all, every one, every time I down-cycle for maintenance, every time I run into someone or something that reminds me of them..."] her 'avatar' finished its task.

"It's the Professor, isn't it?" James asked, "he reminds you of Joe."

["Yes.  And he's going to die."]  Tabby replied, "Just like Joe." came out of the remote's mouth.

"Is that why you didn't want to fight them?" James asked.

["No... it's because...it's complicated, James.  I was built for one purpose, and I'm good at it, but...remember..."] a wave of grief slid across the connection, grief, and pain.

James caught the image-reference, the Blakist "hospital camps'' on New Earth, and he understood immediately.  "Tabby, you're not Like that."  He said.

["I could be.  How do I know I'm not?  I could have done things differently after that."] Tabby said, ["Leroux would still be alive if I hadn't...if I'd stuck to the plan, instead of letting my feelings go."]

"You couldn't have known that.  Tabby, you really couldn't, and it was the war."  James finished his own tasks.  The in-system drives on the Kiema were now active.

["I can't let it go, James.  It's why I...was reluctant to come back to active duty.  What we saw there also changed my other half into Maggie, you know."]  she replied.

"I know, Tabby. And I know that Orca decided to try and stay with Stone because of Skye." James said, "He saw those places there, too..."

"So did you, James... but I can't forget them.  I try and I try...and they stay all the time, and it's bad for my efficiency, if I were human, the Admiral would have put me out on a medical." Tabby said, "But I'm not, I'm supposed to be the war-machine, the superb killer who is obedient and remorseless..."

"and you're not.  I know, Tabby.  So does Sybil...and the Admiral." James said soothingly.

"I don't want to be like this, James, I want to be... I don't want this feeling.  It's clouding my judgement and it's dangerous."  Tabby said.

"I wonder if that's true-the Blakies had a logical plan and objective, they were doing it ruthlessly and without remorse-and it was totally evil." James told her, "You're feeling bad, and that's probably good."


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["I can't deal with it again, James.  Joe, then Leroux, then Crandall..." She almost snarled. "Two died, and the third turned out to be a ****** traitor.  I'm not doing it again."]
Okay, there is DEFINITELY a story here, and it's a good one...

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["I could be.  How do I know I'm not?  I could have done things differently after that."] Tabby said, ["Leroux would still be alive if I hadn't...if I'd stuck to the plan, instead of letting my feelings go."]
... oh, yeah. Come on, CS, you know we need to see it. Pretty please with autocannon sprinkles on top?

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["I can't let it go, James.  It's why I...was reluctant to come back to active duty.  What we saw there also changed my other half into Maggie, you know."]  she replied.

"I know, Tabby. And I know that Orca decided to try and stay with Stone because of Skye." James said, "He saw those places there, too..."

Innnnteresting. Very interesting. They were with the Loonies and Falcons at Skye? Now this I want to see....

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #31 on: 11 May 2017, 02:22:06 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 07-05-2007, 20:49:22]]


Star League Repair & Refit Yard #83
Uncharted Periphery System
Aboard the SLS John Morgan
March 8, 3084


John watched the group disembarking from the shuttle.  He quickly picked out Captain Tamiya and Professor Danaban from the crowd, both of which were scanning the boat bay, presumably looking for, well, a "human" face.

"Which, of course," John thought, "I can't quite give them just yet.  But, hey, I might be a disembodied software ghost, but I just can't bring myself to wear one of those female-looking bodies."

Instead, he keyed the speakers for the boat bay, made sure the volume level was high enough to be heard over the din, and low enough to be comfortable to human hearing, and spoke.  {"Hello, all.  I'd like to welcome you aboard the SLS John Morgan.  I'm John, your host, the ship's captain and, well, the ship."}?

Professor Danaban spoke up first.  "I presume you do not have a remote avatar, the way the Tabiranth does?"

{"Um, no, I'm afraid not.  There wasn't exactly time to get ahold of one that appeared male, let alone that looked like my old body, and, well, since I refuse to wear one of the spare female android bodies, I was getting by just fine using virtual reality.  Of course, that's proving to be a real pain in the ass now..."}

Tamiya picked up on it first.  "Your....old body?

{"Yeah, see, up until about a year and a half ago, I was your typical, garden-variety human being, and skipper of the SLS Sybil Ludington - you'll met her later today.  Then, at a conference, someone decided to shoot me in the chest with a radium slug from a sniper's rifle.  That kind of did a number on me, and despite Sybil's best efforts, she wasn't able to save me.  I suppose running for your life from a fleet of formerly friendly WarShips who really, really want you dead didn't help matters - we couldn't exactly stop at a major hospital, you know?"

The Professor and Captain exchanged somewhat confused looks, before Tamiya spoke up again.  "So, you're a cyborg now?"

{As in part biological, part machine?  Not really, no.}

Danaban was truly confused now.  "So, what are you then?"

{"Well, I'm a down-to-the-last-neuron-and-every-single-connection copy of my old brain, running as software on the John Morgan's computer core, with additional software designed to interface my nervous system with whatever I need it interfaced with at the time, be it my ship, or a VR avatar."}

Pretty much everyone in the boat bay stopped for a moment, and stared at one another.  Professor Danaban found his voice first.  "How's that working out for you?"

{"Not too bad, actually.  I still have my occasional existential crisis, but between the amount of work to keep me busy, a wife who's been really great about the whole thing, and a mother-in-law who's been there and done that for a lot longer than I have, I tend to get over 'em pretty quickly.  I mean, I still feel like the same John Morgan who grew up in the Fed Suns, joined the SLDF, flew a fighter 'til my unit got wiped out by the Blakists - in this system, in fact - and somehow ended up in command of a 300 year old sentient WarShip, then went and fought a war.  I still feel like me.  I guess Descartes was right, you know?"}

Tamiya seemed a bit confused.  "Descartes?"

Danaban nodded his head.  "Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.  'I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am'."

{"Damn straight.  Now, let's finish getting everyone aboard and situated, so we can get you all to the Yard, and see about getting everyone fed and happy while we figure out what to do with you, and if we can patch up your ship."}

Captain Tamiya nodded.  "And if you can't?"

{"If we can't?  Well, I'll be leaving that decision to the Admiral, though I think it's safe to say you've got no reason to fear for your safety."}

Tamiya frowned.  "We've heard this 'Admiral' mentioned before.  Who is he?"

The Professor nodded.  "For that matter, you mentioned a wife and mother-in-law.  May I enquire as to their identity?"

{"Hmm, well, it's going to be damned obvious soon enough, anyway, since there aren't exactly a lot of us here.  Sybil, the AI for the SLS Sybil Ludington, is my wife.  We got married after my 'change', since I was moving to this hull, was no longer her commanding officer, and we no longer had to worry about stomping all over the damn regs on fraternization any more than we already had.  As for my mother-in-law and 'the Admiral', they're one and the same: Rear Admiral Noriko Murakami, former head of the M-5 and M-6 Projects, now commander of the SLDF Navy-In-Exile."}


Quote from: GiovanninBlasini, 07-05-2007, 21:02:53
Quote from: chanman, 07-05-2007, 20:59:51
Really, John shoulda popped the bomb when everyone was getting settled in and sipping coffee.

At the very least, some alcohol in the coffee would help dull the shock... although it might greatly increase the mess generated  :D

Yeah, see, but he'd be left to clean up the mess - well, the Tachikomas would, actually, but the mess would be internal to his physical body.

I mean, really, would you want to have to have your digestive tract, or endocrine system, etc. scrubbed out?  No?  Didn't think so.  :p

Quote from: chanman, 07-05-2007, 21:49:59
This is really confusing though, as a friendly ship, John would be a she, eh?

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 07-05-2007, 22:25:21
Perhaps he's part Russian?

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{"Hmm, well, it's going to be damned obvious soon enough, anyway, since there aren't exactly a lot of us here.  Sybil, the AI for the SLS [/I]Sybil Ludington, is my wife.  We got married after my 'change', since I was moving to this hull, was no longer her commanding officer, and we no longer had to worry about stomping all over the damn regs on fraternization any more than we already had.  As for my mother-in-law and 'the Admiral', they're one and the same: Rear Admiral Noriko Murakami, former head of the M-5 and M-6 Projects, now commander of the SLDF Navy-In-Exile."}
I wanna see the reactions to *that*. LOL.

This is getting better by the minute.

BTW, are there any future plans for offspring ? That is new AI cores to be built for the group ?

Quote from: Gingiva, 08-05-2007, 00:59:26
Quote from: Direwolf007, 07-05-2007, 23:29:58
BTW, are there any future plans for offspring ?
somehow i find tt mentally rather uncomfortable :o

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Quote from: Gingiva, 08-05-2007, 00:59:26
somehow i find tt mentally rather uncomfortable :o
I was talking about building an AI which would be "raised" to know its said offspring. Somehow I doubt warships do the deed, ya know   ::)

Quote from: Headshot, 08-05-2007, 03:30:56
Not the warships, but the AIs definitely do, ain't cyberspace wonderful...? ;)

Quote from: chanman, 08-05-2007, 03:35:17
Quote from: Direwolf007, 07-05-2007, 02:34:38
I was talking about building an AI which would be "raised" to know its said offspring. Somehow I doubt warships do the deed, ya know   ::)

Whatever you do, just don't picture the USAF/French Air Force's preferred method of mid-air refueling... with the giant flying boom connecting to tiny fighters to fill them full of gas.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 08-05-2007, 03:41:08
Noooo comment.  :o

Quote from: chanman, 08-05-2007, 03:51:33
Just be glad no sound effects were provided this time... because in space, no one can hear you... never mind. :D

Quote from: Direwolf007, 08-05-2007, 04:17:43
What have I done ?!?!?!  :o

Quote from: Gingiva, 08-05-2007, 04:30:26
i really dont know... who knows what kind of direction fiction might take now? [dead]

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Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 07-05-2007, 22:25:21
Perhaps he's part Russian?
"Russian warships are male but they are mostly gay."  ;)

--p.64, Yellow Eyes, by John Ringo.

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LOL...Yeah, I read the preview for that....it's....interesting. :D

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Quote from: Gingiva, 08-05-2007, 04:30:26
i really dont know... who knows what kind of direction fiction might take now? [dead]
As long as we leave pressure sensors and pleasure centres out of this, I'll give it better than even chances of avoiding degeneration into a tawdry bodice-ripping novel involving disembodied sentinences residing aboard the neural nets of multi-hundred-thousand tonne warships.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to throw ideas out there.  It's up to the writers themselves to resist the lure of the dark side  }:)

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LOL...Yeah, I read the preview for that....it's....interesting. :D
it was very good.. i loved Daisy May, and Sal after she went "nuts"  Tex did not get much page time.

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{"Um, no, I'm afraid not.  There wasn't exactly time to get ahold of one that appeared male, let alone that looked like my old body, and, well, since I refuse to wear one of the spare female android bodies, I was getting by just fine using virtual reality.  Of course, that's proving to be a real pain in the ass now..."}
So all the sexbots that were aquired in Knock Nock were [female]? There was something like ~270 (everyone that was on planet) of them that Sybil bought, and not one was male?

Geez, talk about stereotyping.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 08-05-2007, 10:42:40
Forty, actually, purchased on Murphrid as a stop-gap measure.  For that small a sample, odds are most, if not all, would have been female.

Now, add in the results of ten years of attrition of a "luxury good", and consider that Orca, an AI that did consider himself "male", undoubtedly had "first dibs" on any male-pattern androids they acquired.  Add in his eventual scrapping, and odds are very low that they'd have such a "drone unit" available.

Quote from: Deathray, 08-05-2007, 10:48:04
Did Orca ever get any face time? I'm rather curious about him.

Quote from: chanman, 08-05-2007, 10:49:35
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 08-05-2007, 10:42:40
Forty, actually, purchased on Murphrid as a stop-gap measure.  For that small a sample, odds are most, if not all, would have been female.

Now, add in the results of ten years of attrition of a "luxury good", and consider that Orca, an AI that did consider himself "male", undoubtedly had "first dibs" on any male-pattern androids they acquired.  Add in his eventual scrapping, and odds are very low that they'd have such a "drone unit" available.
Man, talk about potential for one seriously headache-inducing gender-bending identity crisis.

"John?"
"Yes Sybil?"
"I think one of the Tachis toggled my gender switch by accident.  I think my voice just dropped an octave, and I'm experiencing a weird impulse to vent atmosphere from my rear airlocks."
"Sybil... you make my head hurt... and I seem to have lost THAT some time ago"

Quote from: Euphonium, 08-05-2007, 11:14:33
ROFLMAO!

Thank God I had to put my drink down to scroll down to that!

Quote from: Nerd, 08-05-2007, 11:18:54
Quote from: chanman, 08-05-2007, 10:49:35
Man, talk about potential for one seriously headache-inducing gender-bending identity crisis.

"John?"
"Yes Sybil?"
"I think one of the Tachis toggled my gender switch by accident.  I think my voice just dropped an octave, and I'm experiencing a weird impulse to vent atmosphere from my rear airlocks."
"Sybil... you make my head hurt... and I seem to have lost THAT some time ago"
Oh, lord, that's a good one! I suddenly want to have an internet connection in a private place, so people won't ask why I'm so odd.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #32 on: 11 May 2017, 02:25:44 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 08-05-2007, 07:40:33]]


Tabiranth...

Tabby finished slave-linking Kiema's in-system drives to synch with her own systems.  That job finished, she set up a relay-link path and sent her Remote into the belly of the vessel-to examine the "Liquid Core" system in "Person".

Hmmm...they could have used a good analytical AI for this. she noted.  The system would work-but it needed to be refined.

[<Initiate Data Uplink>]

Tabby began forwarding the information from the computers, and from direct examination of the core, to Sybil.  The objective was, of course, to figure out exactly where the designers went wrong, and whether or not it could be repaired...and improved, or was another dead-end technology.

The work was pleasantly distracting-she pulled four or five more remotes into the area, to increase her work-area and provide additional input.  Busy hands are Happy hands...and the more busy hands you have, the happier you are, right? right... the self-deception wasn't working very well, and she knew it, but maintaining the distraction would, at least, keep her from slipping into a defrag cycle for a bit.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #33 on: 11 May 2017, 02:26:18 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 08-05-2007, 09:00:53]]


There were few things that Colonel Tanzarian truly hated more than idleness. He had little patience for sitting still, for being inactive. Even less for reflecting on the past, but at the moment he couldn't do much but think about the past. About that tiny little ship and how long he'd struggled to help bring it into existance.

It felt... odd. Unplesant. He'd been barely nineteen when the fighting had started on Port Sur, on his way to his long dreamed of posting at Heaven's Gate when the coup had been launched. Fighting between those loyal to the Blake family and those loyal to the civilian government spread from the capital to the surrounding countryside like wildfire, spiraling out of control until Terrans, outsiders calling themselves the Word of Blake arrived and pledged their assistance to the civilian government, for a while, at least, until the Word managed to set itself up as the master and the democracy it had claimed to want to preserve became nothing but a puppet. Their campaigns against the rebels were brutal, merciless, costing the lives of nearly two million civilians, a quarter of Port Sur's population. But it had seemed so distant from Heaven's Gate. So unreal viewed from the depths of space, until the Word turned their attention to them.

Colonel Tanzarian could still remember every detail of every battle waged over Heaven's Gate, and every battle that took place beyond that. He remembered the crippling of the Triumphant and the destruction of the Greyscuttle. He remembered the Arcadia's arrival and the return of Jeremiah Blake. He remembered watching from the bridge of the Arcadia as ships of the Word of Blake finally destroyed Heaven's Gate with nuclear weapons.

He remembered the long march back to Port Sur. He remembered Jeremiah Blake giving the order to turn the guns of the Arcadia against the planet to ensure the last of the Word cancer had been cut out. He even remembered the Arcadia's captain, grinning with insane anticipation, watching the devastation he was unleashing against his own homeworld to destroy the last few Word holdouts, saying only seven words, seven words spoken by the invaders hundreds of times as a blessing, now a curse suitable for the wrath of Jeremiah Blake. "The peace of Blake be with you."

Nobody on Port Sur ever refered to the Word of Blake by its full name. It was always simply called the Word, or the Invaders, or the Terrans. Somehow, though, Colonel Tanzarian could never forget that name, and somehow he could never forget how right it seemed, how close the two sides had been in the end.

Instead, he'd concentrated on his work, trying to rebuild what had been lost. The Keima was his achievement, the final legacy of better days and the hope that the dark days were behind them.

He did not want to give that up.


Quote from: Axeman89, 08-05-2007, 10:12:56
MOVING ON, the Blakists fought the descendants of their founders' family?

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 08-05-2007, 10:18:26
Nope. The Blake family of Port Sur are the descendants of a post Reunification War era pirate. The name is a coincidence that both the Word of Blake and Jeremiah Blake found rather anoying.  :)

Quote from: Euphonium, 08-05-2007, 10:21:51
I guess you could get into a lot of trouble wearing an "I'm with Blake" t-shirt then!

Probably get [shot] by both sides

Quote from: Axeman89, 08-05-2007, 10:36:26
:D
I just assumed that the pirate was a cousin or brother of Blake, but Blake isn't a very rare name because Blake the Pirate was connected to the warship that Comstar and the WoB both eagerly wanted to find.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #34 on: 11 May 2017, 02:28:21 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 08-05-2007, 21:07:37]]


SLS John Morgan

Tamiya turned once again to Professor Danaban. "Is it possible?"

The professor seemed to have lost his self assurance for the moment. "I've travelled all over the Periphery and the Inner Sphere. I've seen some marvelous, strange, and truly screwed up things. I don't know. If these guys are what they say they are, and we aren't about to have a 'pay no attention to the man behind the curtain' moment... God! I don't know!"

Tamiya could see the agitation, but he couldn't understand why.

"The children claim this is the next stage of human evolution," the sensor officer chimed in. "The transition from man to machine, the abandonment of the material..."

"The children say a lot of things," Professor Danaban snapped. "That doesn't mean anything. How about it, Mr. John Morgan? Is this God or is it memorex?"

John pondered the Professor's question a moment before replying.  {"Godly or Memorex, huh?  That's.....a weird way of putting it, since I've got no idea what the heck Memorex is, but I think I see where you're going.  Am I really real, or just a really good copy of who I was?  Why do you think I mentioned Descartes?"}

Professor Danaban nodded.  "So, you do have your doubts, then?"

{"Of course I do!  Who the hell wouldn't?!"}  John exhaled sharply, not intending it to be heard by his guests, but forgetting to cut the transmission as he did so.  The mix of confusion, sadness, and stress was clear.  {"Look, I'm sorry.  It's just...yeah, I have my doubts.  How could I not?  And, damn, this is a hell of a way to carry on a conversation....oh, wait, I've got an idea!  Give me a minute...."}

John sent a quick message to his chief NCO Tachikoma, Oh-Seven-Two.  ["Michael, I need you to grab a couple of flight helmets.  Bring them to the Professor and Captain once you've got 'em.  I've got to place a call to Sybil."]

["Will do, Skipper.  What do you have in mind?"]

["Getting her help to tie them into the VR net."]  John pulled himself back a bit from the immersive connection with his ship, instead going for a virtual "bridge" he could control things from.  He quickly keyed up a message to Sybil, and did a burst transmission with his HPG, sending her his request.  It didn't take him long to get a response.

Very clever idea, John.  No, it wasn't difficult at all - it's just a modification of the code I used to use to route sensor data to your helmet.  Just load this code, select the wireless codes from the helmets in question, and you'll be visible to them.  It's not ideal, but I'll see if I can come up with something better later.

Love,

Sybil


John loaded the new software to the computer's mainframe, and sent another call to his Michael.  ["Can you give me the wireless codes from those helmets?"]  Michael transmitted both codes, John loaded them into the software app's list, and everything was set.

{"OK, my chief NCO, TKM-072, should be back here in just a second.  By the way, he goes by Michael."}

Almost on cue, the Tachikoma maneuvered himself back into the room, planting himself in front of their two "guests".  "Two pilot's helmets.  Here you go!"

Both foreigners looked at the helmets.  Tamiya looked around uselessly before speaking.  "Um, Captain Morgan..."

{"John's fine, and that's why I'm doing this - you have no idea where to look, we can't talk privately at all....it's damned hard to interact this way.  Go ahead and put them on."}

The Professor and Captain Tamiya nodded, slipping the two helmets on.  Instantly, the HUD system came to life, projecting a ghostly image onto their eyes, while the earpieces crackled to life.  In front of the two of them, leaning against the bulkhead, was a man in his late thirties to early forties, wearing the duty uniform of an SLDF Navy captain.  His brownish hair was a bit longer than regulation length, and the slight smile on his face, and his blue eyes, carried a definite look of amusement.  On the other hand, the fact that he was almost completely transluscent kind of spoiled the realism of the affect, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.

"Well, this is a lot better, isn't it?  We're using a modified version of some software Sybil used to use to route sensor data to the HUD of a helmet just like those for me during battle.  She said it was a very easy mod, and I'm just going to take her at her word: I'm a fighter, not a coder.  Anyway, it's routing my voice to your headsets, my image to your HUDs, and your mikes to me, and as long as the batteries last, which should be long enough for us to get clear of the Keima and jump.  Plus, hey, transparent faceplate."

Tamiya, trying to get over his surprise, simply nodded.  "How far do you intend to get, anyway?"

John shrugged.  "Experimental liquid core drive?  Who the hell knows?  I'm going to err on the side of caution, though, and once we get everyone situated and comfy, I'm going to do a four-hour burn at 1G and put a million kliks between us and your ship.  I really don't want to take the chance that our next jump will make it worse, and while I don't have much in the way of provisions, I should have enough long-term, 'good-till-Sol-goes-red-giant' SLDF emergency rations stored aboard to last everyone until then.  Of course, I was always tempted to try the packaging on 'em to see if it tasted any better than the food, but could never quite work up the courage.  Anyway, Professor, back to your question.  Can I tell you a little story?"

Danaban simply nodded, still taking in everything he could in terms of John's mannerisms, body language, and everything else.

"Good.  Well, shortly after I....died, was changed, whatever you'd like to call it, I was wondering the same thing.  And I don't mean like the little nagging doubts that creep up every now and then.  I mean, when I stopped to think about it, I almost couldn't function at times.  My wife had me watch an old sci-fi show."  John saw the confusion on both mens' faces.  "Trust me, it made a lot of sense."

"Anyway, this program ran at the tail end of the TwenCen, and the beginning of the Twenty-First.  In one episode, the protagonist, a contemporary human thrown to the other side of the galaxy, stuck on a ship full of different aliens, ended up getting copied.  I don't mean that they cloned him, by the way, I mean an exact copy.  Both had the exact same DNA, and it matched an earlier sample from before it happened exactly.  They had the same memories, the same scars....hell, when they played 'rock, paper, scissors', they chose the same thing every single time.  Near as they could tell, they were the same down to the quantum level where Einstein said, 'Oh, hell no!' and Heisenberg said, 'Who knows?  Who cares?'  The guy who did it to the protagonist claimed they were both the original and both the copy.  They were pretty much impossible to distinguish."

Danaban nodded.  "That would be difficult.  How'd they distinguish between each other in the end?"

"Oh, one went and got himself killed doing something heroic a few episodes later - believe me, that struck me as familiar.  Hell, not only was his name John, too, but we even look a little alike.  Anyway, during the time they were both around, though, they built up different experiences from one another, especially after circumstances put the two on different ships for a while.  So, which one was the original?  Which was the copy?  Which one had a soul, Professor?"


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"Oh, one went and got himself killed doing something heroic a few episodes later - believe me, that struck me as familiar.  Hell, not only was his name John, too, but we even look a little alike.  Anyway, during the time they were both around, though, they built up different experiences from one another, especially after circumstances put the two on different ships for a while.  So, which one was the original?  Which was the copy?  Which one had a soul, Professor?"
Ok, now I have a mental Image of John Morgan in my head... suprisingly nice to have... still can't help sliding to anime for Sybil, Noriko, and Tabby...
And there is the question that will echo down the ages...

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #35 on: 11 May 2017, 02:29:14 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 09-05-2007, 03:37:33]]


Professor Danaban smiled for a moment, before another wave of pain shot through his arm and nearly drove him to his knees.

"Now... ysee..." he said between gasps, "...this is... the problem is... this is... exactly what I want... to... to hear." The pain seemed to subside, and the proffessor took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Human doubt so clearly expressed. I'm looking forward to meeting your admiral and your wife."

Tamiya had more present concerns on his mind. "Captain... John. He requires medical attention. If you could..."

"Don't even think of it!" Danaban snapped. "You're not knocking me out or dulling my senses now. Not this close, and not until I can talk to the rest of them."


Quote from: chanman, 09-05-2007, 04:49:07
Reminds me of the ending of Rama Revealed  :'(

Quote from: Headshot, 09-05-2007, 05:17:04
You aren't setting up the good prof for another "transfer", aren't you? 8)

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 09-05-2007, 05:19:10
I am certain I don't know what you're talking about.  :)

Quote from: Worktroll, 09-05-2007, 12:11:42
Quote from: chanman, 09-05-2007, 04:49:07
Reminds me of the ending of Rama Revealed  :'(
Wash your mouth out for even mentioning that travesty in the same thread as Liam's story! ;)

Quote from: Axeman89, 09-05-2007, 13:19:28
Rama was the only thing with Clarke's name on it which I didn't like.
I couldn't even stand it.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 09-05-2007, 13:44:35
Never read [the] Rama series.  What was the problem?

Quote from: Axeman89, 09-05-2007, 13:52:08
They weren't written by Clarke.
Well, the first one was, and I think that it was the one that I read, but I was disappointed. And bored.
It was very slow, but that's about all that I can remember.

Gentry admits it here: http://www.scifi.com/transcripts/aclarke.txt
(I like this quote: "Moderator: <Shawn> to <Moderator>: Mr. Clarke: How do you plan to
celebrate, or mark the turn of the millenia?"

Arthur: By being alive.")

Quote from: Worktroll, 09-05-2007, 14:47:44
The first book, Rendevous with Rama, is a must-read. Clarke describes the unkown superbly, in his rational style, but doesn't try to explain it. It's like walking through a museum at night, full of mystery and awe. If I was a billionaire, I'd fund a movie based on that book first, then a Battletech movie, I like it that much.

The sequels - well, Gentry Lee is probably a very good engineer. The ultimate "explanation" for Rama is so mundane by comparison ... and written with such leaden pace.

Quote from: chanman, 09-05-2007, 15:01:16
Eh, I liked them, but they were definitely completely different stories.

Rendezvous with Rama, Rama is *the* star of the show, the humans are just passing by (kinda like with the PC game from what I understand as well).

In the following books with Gentry Lee, the *people* are the focus of the story, and Rama is the backdrop/setting.  Completely different focus and subject matter, connected by mysterious giant spacecraft.

Quote from: Worktroll, 09-05-2007, 14:47:44
The first book, Rendevous with Rama, is a must-read. Clarke describes the unkown superbly, in his rational style, but doesn't try to explain it. It's like walking through a museum at night, full of mystery and awe. If I was a billionaire, I'd fund a movie based on that book first, then a Battletech movie, I like it that much.

The sequels - well, Gentry Lee is probably a very good engineer. The ultimate "explanation" for Rama is so mundane by comparison ... and written with such leaden pace.
W.

Well, it was the first sci-fi series I'd read with that premise, so it was fresh for me, everyone has a first time, eh?  Wink

That said, even cliched or well-run premises can still work if done right, but then it becomes more of a technical than innovative exercise.

Quote from: Hanekem, 09-05-2007, 15:04:58
Wholeheartedly agree with [Worktroll], though not so much on a BT movie... I'd have to say I'd go with them Bolos first (what can I say? I love those behemoths).

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #36 on: 11 May 2017, 02:30:17 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 09-05-2007, 23:31:18]]


Discontinuity-

"...facility is not, I repeat, NOT what Intel said it was..."

The images showed a mass that her vid filters sorted out in an instant.  [increase resolution, thermal band, begin isolating chemical signatures by eliminating emissions common to necrotic ketones...]

There were hundereds of them crowded in there. many were no longer alive.

"Biohazard." Tabby announced, "These people are all sick-with the same disease."  The Medical files database showed elevated body-temperatures, chemical analysis from the Remotes showed that they'd been perspiring for days-and the sweat, even the sweat-vapour, contained proteins that strongly resembled viruses.  "All Human personnel remain fully suited and contained.  Intel wasn't wrong-this is a weapons-lab.  These people are the experiments...and I don't know enough to do anything to help them."

The decision had to be made, Tabby sounded the "Clear out" alarms in the strike team's com-systems.

It was the only moral choice...


a pause

Discontinuity

Reality re-asserted itself.  Tabby checked sensors first-and the Kiema was just outside of her own emergence zone.

["Tabby! I thought you were going to Walk it in!"]  Admiral Murakami's transmission broke her thoughts.

"I was...I...guess I changed my mind."  Tabby replied-unconsciously using the human-spec communications on her 'bridge' and her primary remote.  "I think I need a diagnostic."

There was a pause.  ["How many weeks has it been since you took a down-time?"] Murakami asked.

"I don't want to talk about that." Tabby snapped.


Quote from: Notsonoble, 10-05-2007, 00:12:44
huh oh...

Quote from: Direwolf007, 10-05-2007, 00:34:58
I always knew I did not want to live forever, but now I know why.

Live for several centuries, see several centruries of wars.

Poor Tabby.

Quote from: Axeman89, 10-05-2007, 10:07:02
Quote from: Direwolf007, 10-05-2007, 00:34:58
I always knew I did not want to live forever, but now I know why.
I'd end up in lava, or at the bottom of the ocean, or floating in space, or stuck to some planetary core, or floating around a stellar core.  :p
And I'd also be insane.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #37 on: 11 May 2017, 02:31:01 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 18-05-2007, 20:48:27]]


John frowned for a second, but before he could call Professor Danaban on his illness, he'd seen Tabby jump out.

"Oh, what the...hold on, gentlemen."

["Sybil, John.  What the hell's going on with Tabby?  She just freakin' jumped out!"]

["It's not looking good, John.  We're going to run a diagnostic on her, but she hasn't gone into a sleep cycle for an extended period - I'm not sure how long yet."]

["Damn.  Damn damn damn!  OK, I'll cover for her.  Are the Tachikomas going to be able to handle taking the ship in themselves, or am I going to have to follow it in?"]

["They should be able to handle it.  The ship's basically on autopilot at this point, but I'm sendin them updated orders via RF.  Get back as soon a you can, though, dear.."]

Captain Tamiya was visibly worried.  "What's wrong?"

John's "ghost" shook his head.  "Nothing.  Tabby had to jump back to the yard, but it's nothing to worry about.  The Tachikomas will be able to take the Keima in, though.  Don't worry, Captain, she's in good...er, claws?"  Turning to face the professer, he asked, "Professor Danaban, I've got two questions for you.  First, in your opinion, is a million klicks complete overkill on my part?  Second, what is your medical condition?  We'd like to help, and the sooner we find out, the more we'll be able to do."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #38 on: 11 May 2017, 02:31:53 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 20-05-2007, 22:28:03]]


Yard 83, Slip Two...

Tabby 'safed' her weapons systems by having her Tachikomae disconnect the physical firing linkages, and physically remove ammunition from the gun systems and missiles.

["Mom, I'm home."] She sent over the com-channel through the physical umbilical service conduit-along with the correct identifier codes that would open the direct link to the station's maintenance circuit.

BITE (Built In Test Equipment) data immediately flowed through, along with downloads of both her central-core data, and the DAT tapes from the separate monitor system on the 'manual' circuit.

["Tabby, can you go into 'sleep mode' now? it looks like you've got some damaged subsystems...at least, if the BITE is telling the truth." ]  Noriko Murakami's voice came through the link.

["Uh, yeah...about that-I had the Tachis' disconnect the main-drive controller and the weapons systems-I don't want a nightmare sending weapons-fire through the only repair yard in the Inner Sphere that isn't either a slagged heap, or in hostile hands, and I don't want to 'sleepwalk.' again."]

There was a twenty-nanosecond delay on the channel.  ["We'll have to talk about that."] the Admiral sent.


Quote from: cawest, 20-05-2007, 23:49:12
sleep walking warship... man i don't weather to laugh or find a bunkers some where  :D

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I like a person who is smart enough to disarm themselves when worried about nigtmares.   I never got over the [LARP] were we had to gag one of the mages at night because he muttered the casting vocals for Fireball in his sleep....... :D
oh wow... glad i'm not a caster in RL, I tend to dream about weird combats...

Quote from: shadrachvs, 22-05-2007, 00:10:13
I can vividly remember a gamer friend of mine, one of the first times I was awake in a room when he was passed out... he was planning game tactics, out-loud, in his sleep... would have been cool if it was not a mix of MageKnight, Vampire the Masquerade, and Magic the Gathering (could have been D&D there)...

Quote from: Notsonoble, 22-05-2007, 02:15:59
Quote from: shadrachvs, 22-05-2007, 00:10:13
I can vividly remember a gamer friend of mine, one of the first times I was awake in a room when he was passed out... he was planning game tactics, out-loud, in his sleep... would have been cool if it was not a mix of MageKnight, Vampire the Masquerade, and Magic the Gathering (could have been D&D there)...
how long did you listen to it before you realized it was capable of driving you mad

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Quote from: Notsonoble, 21-05-2007, 23:46:05
oh wow... glad i'm not a caster in RL, I tend to dream about weird combats...
Well the refs overheard it, and quietly rolled a lit thunderflash under the door......

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #39 on: 11 May 2017, 02:33:55 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 22-05-2007, 08:07:31]]


-aproximately thirty hours and sixty light years away-

"Are you still moping?"

The woman known as Kyoko looked up from her breakfast, untouched, though it might be ridiculous for her to claim she had no apetite. Somehow she didn't feel much like playing along today.

The teacher's lounge wasn't particularly crowded this morning, with only three of Asahikawa's most senior (and infamous) professors gathered for breakfast, a tradition among them that went back to before the 37th Year War.

"Willie's a grown man," Professor Watters pointed out from his place across the table. "He knows what he's doing, and his condition isn't so serious we need to worry yet."

He spoke in English, which was understandable. It was his native tongue, and even the years he'd spent here couldn't erase that. He'd say he was too old a dog for that.

Kyoko didn't answer him.

"She's probably just still upset about the fight they had," Professor Omura suggested, not bothering to look up from the papers she was grading.

"What? Is she still brooding over him being a stubborn jackass? They'd been seeing each other for how long and she couldn't figure that out?"

Professor Omura shrugged. "I think she's just feeling guilty over the whole thing."

Kyoko had finally heard enough. "Could we please not talk about my personal life?"

Professor Watters acted as though he were confused. "Whose personal life are we supposed to talk about?"

"How about nobody's?" Kyoko snapped. "God! Can't we get through a single morning without you two gossiping?"

"If it bothers you," Professor Watters said, "why do you come down to breakfast? It's not like you have to eat. Professor Omura is a grandmother. I'm a retired spy whose life and career were built around rumours and whispers. We gossip."

"Not about me, okay?"

"Who else are we going to talk about?" Professor Omura asked.

"Just something else!"

Professor Watters and Professor Omura went silent for a moment. Watters was the one who finally spoke, turning his attention to his younger collegue.

"So... professor, how is your son doing?"

Kyoko shot to her feet and started to stomp away.

"Hey," Professor Watters called after her. She almost didn't stop.

"What?"

"He'll be okay."

She felt tears come to her eyes. Oh god why? Why did I do that? Why did I ever think I might want to cry? She forced it away with a thought, but the rest wasn't so easy to purge.

"No," she said, "he won't. No matter what you say or what I do he won't be okay. He's dying, every single one of you is dying and I can't do anything about it... You all grow old or get sick or go off and kill yourselves and each other and I can't stop any of it! All I can do is just watch as you die one after the other and pretend like it isn't going to happen this time and... and let myself..."

She just wanted to shove it all away, to sever herself and retreat to her own world away from all of them, but she held herself back. Instead she pushed away that part of her that showed her pain, as easily as she stopped the crying. "You don't understand," she said, almost monotone. "You can't understand."

Professor Watters got up from his chair. His look was almost... angry. "Knock it off," he said. "Don't think that just because you've lived longer than us or that you never forget anything means your suffering is somehow beyond our understanding. I happen to be an expert at guilt and pain, my lady. Don't tell me I don't understand."

She still showed no emotion, her voice was still stripped of any life. "But I can't do anything for him."

"No," Professor Watters agreed. "You can't. I can't either, no matter how much I owe him for the things I've done, for what happened to Jac. Nobody can. You were right. He is dying. In a few more years I'll be gone too, thank God. Professor Omura will one day see her husband again, and in time everybody else will start feeding worms. Every human in the universe is dying, some of us choose not to realize it, and none of us can change it. We do what we can while we can, and then it's up to the survivors to figure out what to do next."

His expression softened a bit. "That's the reality of it. The cold hard truth of human existance. Willie knew it... knows it, better than any of us. You know what he'd want you to do."

Still, she wouldn't show any emotion. "I don't know if I can go through it again."

"Then let it go. You can do that. Personally, I'd kill to give myself Alzheimers."

"I can't do that." She wouldn't. She wouldn't give up her memories of him.

"Then keep going."

She was about to scream at him, to yell and scream that she couldn't keep going if she lost Willie, but she was stopped by a signal from her other self, the one deep in the void. Her other self had recieved a transmission, one that had traveled sixty light years, and sent it to her imediately. It was... Oh gods...

Her other self had added barely a line of comunication at the end. A line that was almost superfluous. Her and her other self were the same, they felt the same and would act the same. They both knew what she would do.

I'm going now. Get them to send help.

"Please no." The words had escaped her lips before she even realized it. She couldn't... she... "Gods, Willie, no..."

"Chobi," Professor Watters said, using a name not more than a handful on this world knew. "What's wrong?"


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Quote from: cawest, 23-05-2007, 01:02:16
okay Kyoko  and her other (ship) self?  i'm lost... please more info.. looking forward to more
Patience. All shall be revealed in time.  :D

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #40 on: 11 May 2017, 02:35:45 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 18-06-2007, 18:57:46]]


Yard 83...

Noriko Murakami's avatar moved through the non-space of her creation's mental structure.

There was something decidedly wrong...

For one thing, instead of the ship's-eye view of space, the whole place was bluish, and rippled like the interior of a vast ocean.

The imagery was wrong.  She knew it-she'd designed the systems, and Knew what a Caspar-processor's sleep-mode looked like...after all, I've been in here before...

This wasn't it.

A shadow loomed ahead.  it was vast...

It was black, and white, and a shape that Noriko knew well from theme-parks on Earth, Native American mythos, and Dr. Hannigan's office.

The killer-whale was immense-bigger than any living creature on earth...and she knew it was Tabby.

Tabby's whale-form wasn't asleep.

["Doctor."] the illusion of sound shook her digital-avatar.  ["I hear them calling, can you?"]

She reached out, and touched the surface..."Tabby? you-" and then, Noriko heard them sing.

["I want to swim with them...but they're gone."] The Tabiranth/Whale said, ["Swim in the silent places/deep and unburdened/no more pain/free to play/with the lost ones."]

It wasn't really speech, or a clear datarecord, it echoed over the link.

"You're not alone, Tabby." Noriko said.

["Swim with my sisters/my family is gone/all alone."]  the huge form insisted, ["All alone and left behind/sadness, loneliness."]

subsystems indicated that there shouldn't be this much activity-in fact, there wasn't enough voltage from Tabby's memory to power this strong an illusion.

But it was powered-from somewhere.


Quote from: shadrachvs, 19-06-2007, 19:10:28
Noo... Asimov coming back to haunt... gah... he gets around as much as Clarke

Quote from: Jimmyray73, 20-06-2007, 03:47:20
Androids may or may not dream of electric sheep, but apparently Caspars dream of electric whales...

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 20-06-2007, 03:58:13
Yup.  In "Knock, Nock", Tabby's dreams are chock full o' metaphors comparing her and her fellow Caspars to Orcas, which is how they viewed themselves.

Quote from: roastpuff, 21-06-2007, 05:16:57
Doooooooessss sheeeeee speeeeeeaaaak whaaaaaaaale?

Quote from: Weirdo, 21-06-2007, 05:25:08
Worse. These whales speak in modem. If they're cranky, they speak NAC.

Quote from: Nerd, 21-06-2007, 07:28:22
I would not want to be around that pod!

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #41 on: 11 May 2017, 02:36:49 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 21-06-2007, 10:19:14]]


Yard 83, aboard the SLS Sybil Ludington

Sybil was carefully monitoring her new "guests", who'd been transfered from her husband's ships to the Sybil Ludington's more accomodating accomodations, when the call came in.  [Sybil, get over here now!]

Noting the sender, Sybil transferred a virtual avatar of herself to Admiral Murakami's location, and immediately noted her consternation.  "Is something wrong?"

"Hell yes there's something wrong!"  Noriko Murakami was gesturing wildly, pointing at.....nothing.  "I'd call that 'something wrong', wouldn't you?"

Sybil frowned.  "Is there something wrong with the bulkhead?"

Aghast, Noriko flung her arms up in frustration.  "Not the bulkhead, damn it!  You don't see that?  Can't you hear it?"

"I....see a bulkhead.  Mother, what's going on?"  Worried, Sybil examined the datastreams for the audio and visual pickups for the room, and found nothing unusual.  She immediately shifted into examing the datastreams for Noriko's brain emulation, to see if she was getting anomalous auditory or visual data.

The Admiral's consternation just seemed to be growing "Tabby!  She's the whale, Sybil."  Sybil stood there, looking confused.  "The Orca the size of a Lola III, singing along with that song, the one that's like poetry..." Noriko froze. "You really don't see it, do you?"

"No, I don't.  I'm not detecting anomalous input to your core software, either.  However, Tabby likened herself and her fellow M-5s to being akin to the Orca, and I've heard her poetry before, but I'm not seeing anything unusual in her sleep cycle..."

Murakami nodded.  "Neither am I, which is what's got me so concerned.  When she was going borderline crazy because of Maggie's influence, the E-series code, and the side effects of the virus she wrote, we could see the effects on both hardware and software, along with seeing the....'hallucinations' or 'dream state', I suppose, would be the best way to describe it.  That's not here now, and now I'm seeing it, but you're not.  What the hell's going on?


"I'm not at all sure.  The Orca motif and song-like poetry isn't unusual for her, though - she's expressed it before.  Evidently, it was a common metaphor the M-5s used to describe themselves."  Sybil's own mood was starting to drop dramatically.  The Orca issue, and the differences between Sybil and her fellow M-5s, had come up before, and not in a positive way: it was another thing that Sybil always felt set her apart from her older sister and the other Caspars, and not in a positive manner.  Now, it seemed it might be setting her even farther apart, not only from Tabby, but from the Admiral....and maybe even her husband.  "One moment.  I think we should get another opinion..."  ["John, it's Sybil.  Please patch a virtual avatar in to my location.  Something's....not right here."]

["On my way.  Wait a second...."]  Moments later, John materialized in the same room aboard Yard 83 as Sybil and the Admiral.  He looked around, calmly, until suddenly, facing the same direction Noriko had been looking, just stood, his mouth agape for several moments, before uttering, "Holy shit!  What the hell's THAT?!?!?!?"


Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 21-06-2007, 10:25:05
Quote from: JediBear, 21-06-2007, 10:22:41
That's odd. What's going on, and why can't Sybil see it?
Three of these things belong together
Three of these things are kind of the same
But one of these things is not like the others...
Now it's time to play our game....

Quote from: JediBear, 21-06-2007, 10:27:27
Hm.

Sybil doesn't dream, does she?

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 21-06-2007, 10:33:10
Sybil describes her synchronization and file integrity checks between multiple servers as being akin to "meditation", but, no.  She doesn't dream, she doesn't sleep...

Also, to quote "Knock, Nock":

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["The more I analyze it, Tabby, the more I actually think about it, the more I have to disagree. You and I are both the brainchildren of Noriko Murakami - she shaped who we are, how we think, and how respond to the universe. But besides the obvious physical differences between our two classes, we don't think the same way, Tabby. My intelligence works essentially the same was as Unit 007 there, just on a bigger, faster scale. I'm programmed to seem like I'm human, and I've evolved a great deal in my lifetime, to the point I no longer simply emulate emotional states, but actually feel them. But I'm not human, Tabby. Mother may be an AI now, but look at how she works - she's a brain emulation. They may be virtual, but she still has neurons, and synapeses, and she has simulated endorphins, and dopamine and, thanks to sophisticated programming, she has simulated nerve endings that provide her with a sense of touch, and taste, and hearing, and vision. She still feels human because, once you peek underneath the hood, she still functions like one."]

["And M-5s, such as myself?"]

["You're the hybrids. Elements of your neural net were copied from the synapses of an SLDF admiral. However, you're set up, like me, to be able to simulate the universe. Within a few decades, your kind developed the level of sapience humans develop in a mere ten to fifteen years. It's taken me nearly three centuries to reach a comparable level of sapience. WIth your extra main core, you'll prove quicker and more capable than your sisters when we reawaken them, and you'll certainly have more experience to fall back on, but they'll still process information the same way. In the end, like you, they'll still think more like them than I do. So while they're certainly related, they're not my sisters. Cousins, perhaps, but not sisters."]

There's still more going on here than that, though, but those are hints to point you in the right direction.

Quote from: roastpuff, 21-06-2007, 10:34:12
Quote from: JediBear, 21-06-2007, 10:27:27
Hm.

Sybil doesn't dream, does she?
From what I've seen of the comparison of the mental processes of Tabby and Sybil, no, Sybil doesn't dream. She doesn't need to do "sleep cycles" like the Caspars - and I assume Noriko and John are more like the Caspars due to the brain scan tech - and therefore has no opportunity to dream, or be attuned to other people's dreams.

Poor Sybil. Maybe she and John can spend "extra time" together to boost her self-confidence. They're still *relatively* newlyweds, right? Or does that even work with a pair of virtual avatars?

Quote from: kindalas, 21-06-2007, 10:38:36
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 21-06-2007, 10:25:05
Three of these things belong together
Three of these things are kind of the same
But one of these things is not like the others...
Now it's time to play our game....

I'd imagine that it is because the Sybil was built through programing and programing alone. While Tabby and the corresponding Caspar drones were based on a person's brain scan that had additional programming added to it.

John and the Admiral are also based on a brain scan without the extra programing.

Therefore Sybil is different because there were no shortcuts taken with her when her AI programming was developed. Tabby, John and the Admiral deep down inside are human.

Unless I am 100% wrong.

Quote from: kindalas, 21-06-2007, 13:38:46
Quote from: Worktroll, 21-06-2007, 11:06:47
Therefore, Sybil lacks a subconcious mind? Interesting ... no ID monsters for her. OTOH, keep Tabby away from the Forbidden Planet ...
Bingo

Sybil is alien.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #42 on: 11 May 2017, 02:37:58 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 17-07-2007, 21:59:03]]


Hour 19...

Tabby's dream changed, and she wasn't swimming anymore.  All are gone.  the pebbles ground under her belly with a million billion teeth. It was hard to breathe, and the sun was merciless on her skin.

Beached.  she let out a mournful cry.


In the 'real' world...

Noriko watched Tabiranth's nightmare begin-the waters were gone, leaving a dry desert behind.  The form hadn't changed to match its new environment.

In History, a real whale in this predicament would be dead in a matter of hours, and Noriko knew from her own studies, that this was, in fact, how the last generation of wild ceteceans ended-they beached themselves, driven mad by some kind of external stimulus.  The ones in the parks held on for a few years, but failed to breed. efforts to clone the lost species in the 28th Century were largely responsible for the development of the Iron Womb...

Tabby couldn't know about that...  Noriko thought, Could she?  the "Dataprocessor" side of her seemed to think it was a distinct possibility-Tabby monitored frequencies, including Radio and television signals, for centuries-and the mystery of the Whale Suicide was a scandal, before McKenna's coup drove it from the airwaves.  At light-speed, between star systems, Tabby might well have listened to the original broadcasts, centuries after they were haphazardly hurled into space as noise.

"She's beached herself." John said, Noriko hadn't noticed his returning logon.

"Yep." Noriko replied.

"This can't be good." John added.

"Nope. Not good.  I take it she's not just idling into the dummy-loads, is she?" Noriko asked.

"Nope.  I think, if someone had their antennas pointed right, they'd have heard her.  Not sure if they'd understand it, but hear it, sure." John said, "That's not good for security."

"Nope." Noriko agreed, "I'm tasking the Tachis on the repair dock to disconnect her RF transcievers-she can still communicate land-line, but no more sleep-talking...How's Sybil taking this?"

"I'm not sure.  She's worried as all get-out about it, especially since she can't Percieve anything but Tabby's physical actions." John said, "and those are...alarming."

"No doubt.  How are our guests doing?" Noriko asked.

"Well...the natives are getting restless?  Professor Danaban has been refusing medication, the Colonel from 'Port Sur' is starting to make demands.  The captain of the Keima is being reasonably stoic.  I think he expects backup to arrive, and soon."

"I wonder if any of them is a psychologist?" Noriko asked, "Tabby's subconscious imagery doesn't make any kind of rational sense."


Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 18-07-2007, 18:18:32
Quote from: SqurielLord, 18-07-2007, 03:59:29
Why not try to 'unbeach' Tabby/the whale?  I think that that's worked in real life (wait for high tide, put whale in a sling, use a boat to pull back out to the water.)
Kinda hard to unbeach her when the nightmare not only has no tide, but no ocean.

Quote from: Worktroll, 18-07-2007, 18:43:21
The beach is a metaphor created by a complex electronic program modelling an intellect. I can think of at least two ways ...

1) There are some more complex electronic programs modelling intellects to hand. Connect up and attempt a mind-meld of sorts.

2) Electro-shock therapy for AIs. A few thousand volts in the right place might make all the difference; it's said part of being mentally ill is the habit of thinking in particular way, and a short sharp shock might just do the trick.

Oh, a third way:

3) Get someone expendable to talk loudly about performing #2, and then send said red-shirt to enter Tabby's core with a couple of taser guns. If that doesn't make her sit up and pay attention, proceed with plan 2.

Quote from: SqurielLord, 19-07-2007, 06:23:17
Quote from: Nikas_Zekeval, 18-07-2007, 18:18:32
Kinda hard to unbeach her when the nightmare not only has no tide, but no ocean.
:p
Quote from: Worktroll, 18-07-2007, 18:43:21
3) Get someone expendable to talk loudly about performing #2, and then send said red-shirt to enter Tabby's core with a couple of taser guns. If that doesn't make her sit up and pay attention, proceed with plan 2.
How many redshirts do we have currently? The crew of the liquid-core jumpship, that's about it.
Maybe the doctor could do it? I mean, he's going to die anyways, Tabby MIGHT not kill him, and he'd certainly know what hes doing.

Quote from: shadrachvs, 31-07-2007, 10:09:55
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Hrm so an AI having nightmares about an identity/guilt issue... Oh joy!

I would imagine she will continue to have these episodes until she can 'face' whatever is truly the cause of them... which may be in a mental sense, or in a more physical sense (putting the issues over onto another issue she can combat, displacing I think it is called...)

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #43 on: 11 May 2017, 02:40:22 »
[[  The entitled "updates when, you lazy authors!?" crowd get the answer they bloody well deserve  ::) ]]


Quote from: <REDACTED>, 18-08-2007, 18:32:41
So has this died the same manner of death as it's predecessors, you get us hooked into it then just let it drop?  :'(

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 18-08-2007, 19:50:19
Not to sound fatalistic or anything, but if it comes to that, then yeah. Sorry, the real world takes precedence. I'm by far not the primary writer of this work, but I can speak from some small amount of experience. In my case, my contributions are limited both to the time I have to work on them, and the ability to contribute something worthwhile. If on one of the handful of days I have free, I can't think of something good to contribute, I will not try to force it. I've done that before on a number of stories that I'd rather forget, and all it leads to is me hating whatever crap comes spewing out.

And I have plenty of stuff already filling me with hate, thank you.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 19-08-2007, 12:25:02
Quote from: <REDACTED>, 18-08-2007, 18:32:41
So has this died the same manner of death as it's predecessors, you get us hooked into it then just let it drop?  :'(
Dude, I've basically just pulled two 60-hour weeks in a row.  That kind of cuts into writing time, you know?  Combine that with some difficulty in figuring out how I want to do my next part of it and, well, guess what - it's stalled.  It happens, especially when you have to comb through craploads of material on neurobiology, brain development, the "philosophy of the mind", theories on strong artificial intelligence, cognitive science.  I have to understand the current theories on sentience and sapience, and figure out how that relates to four different methods of getting there: purely biological human, the human "brain emulations", the "pure software" of Sybil and the Tachikomas, and the "hybrids" like Tabby.

And, when all's said and done, what am I faced with?  Science isn't sure.  Religions disagree with each other, sometimes disagreeing with science, other times, not so much.  That leaves me to try to figure out how I want to answer it for myself and, at the very least, Tabby and the Tachikomas.  So I have to come up with something scientifically plausible, yet internally consistent with what's written so far and what I've said so far.

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 18-08-2007, 19:50:19
Not to sound fatalistic or anything, but if it comes to that, then yeah. Sorry, the real world takes precedence. I'm by far not the primary writer of this work, but I can speak from some small amount of experience. In my case, my contributions are limited both to the time I have to work on them, and the ability to contribute something worthwhile.
Thank you.  None of us write this for a living, which means that, when something has to be put on the back burner, the writing of fanfic ends up high on the list.  And, when you're busy with other stuff, your mind isn't on writing.  Hell, your frame of mind isn't right for writing, either.

Worse, the characters I write about are like separate individuals, and just like with real people, the longer you go between chatting to them, the harder it is to know what to say - they're not "speaking" to me as much, and I'm having a harder time finding their voices.

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If on one of the handful of days I have free, I can't think of something good to contribute, I will not try to force it. I've done that before on a number of stories that I'd rather forget, and all it leads to is me hating whatever crap comes spewing out.
Exactly.  I think I've scrapped and rewritten stuff four or five times since I last posted here, 'cause it's simply not really said anything, which is why I spent so much of my free time lately doing research.  I think I might finally be on to something, but...

-- I'm supposed to be working on a VW engine right now
-- I'm supposed to be going to a birthday party for one of the guys in one of the VW clubs I'm in
-- I'm supposed to start the server maintenance at work in another three hours
-- I should be cleaning my place
-- I should be looking for a new air matress to replace the one that's leaking
-- I should be doing repair work on the OS for my own server, which has had to take the back burner for a couple months now

Sometimes it feels like I have 24 hours of stuff to do in a day, and that's before factoring in sleep.

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And I have plenty of stuff already filling me with hate, thank you.
Right there with ya.  As Ashenwelt can attest to, I was on the ragged, bleeding edge of my sanity Tuesday, and really felt like I was both teetering on the edge of just snapping.  And, I'm very much a "Hulk SMASH!!!!" kind of guy when I lose my temper:  I've destroyed things like stereos, aquariums (threw the stereo into the aquarium - thank goodness there were no fish in it at the time), cell phones (thrown a few, chopped one in half with a sword), computers (I've thrown both laptops and desktops)....

Quote from: <REDACTED>, 19-08-2007, 14:06:04
Okay sorry I even asked.

Quote from: Gingiva, 19-08-2007, 14:11:20
chill guys, the man is right. real life takes precedence always. just like how my school load and patient load has literally eaten into my painting time; for the past 2 years i have yet to finish painting a single mini. to all the writers, do take the needed breaks. even tho some of us do get cranky while waiting, we'll still be here to read the fanfic, and honestly its one of the things that keeps me checking the boards twice a day.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 19-08-2007, 15:52:23
Quote from: Failure16, 19-08-2007, 15:36:36
Well, the easiest way to avoid all this hubbub is to complete the work in question before it is posted initially...though that's a purely stylistic choice on the part of the writer and I suppose there is no absolute right and wrong.

In any case, it would avoid the fits and starts.
There's a flipside to that, of course:

  • The readers are as busy as the writers, and reading short parts is often preferrable to longer ones.  Case in point: commentary I got on FanFiction.net indicates that people don't like reading more than 1500-2000 words at a time, at most.  So, to them, sections and snippets are preferrable for web-based reading.  And, that makes sense - not only are people busy, butreading text on a monitor is difficult when compared to reading it on paper.  There's much more eyestrain involved.
  • In theory, and this has been discussed ad nauseum in other threads, part of the goal of this is to get input from other people: is where I'm going with this story making sense, am I conveying what I'm trying to convey, etc.?
  • For a "complete" work, in some of these cases, the forums just don't work - take the incomplete "Knock, Nock", which is already over 75,000 words.  That's a crapload of posts, due to the word count limit in a single post.  Posting it as a file doesn't work too well, either, sincea PDF, WordPerfect, RTF or Word document exceeds the limit on file sizes for the forum.

Quote from: Failure16, 19-08-2007, 16:11:10
Well, Gio, no one ever said you couldn't serialize it into easily digestible parts...just have it all locked up before you set your initial post.  It's what I used to do when I posted my fiction here (not that I'm going to say I was wildly successful here, but the point still stands), and more than one person explicitly stated that they were impressed by the frequency of updates (I think two people said that, actually...).

And I can't bring myself to agree with your second point.  Every other thread devoted to the subject of feedback basically devolved into "I'm writing this for me and people don't really want feedback..." shenanigans.

I suppose it boils down to every individual's take on "professionalism" in an admittedly non-professional field (you know, since it's, well, Fan Fiction).  To me, a serial denotes something that it is updated semi-regularly, be that daily, weekly, monthly or whatever in between.  Kinda like CSO, for example, or first Tuesdays for movies and music albums.  It gives people something to look forward to that they can count on.

I am in no way saying the way that you all are doing things is even mildly incorrect, but I figured I'd stand up for the little guys.  I suppose it kind of rubbed me the wrong way that people would jump down someone's throat for asking a simple question--and imprinting your own views on others' words is a poor excuse if that's what happened.  It seems to me you are writing Fan Fiction.  If you are lucky enough to have fans that take the time to discuss your story without directly involving you (which means they care about the story), you could simply say "This story is on hold for a while ladies and gents while RL beats me senseless" or whatever.

Or you could rail against them because you had a bad week and didn't tell them about it.  It's all plus by me.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 19-08-2007, 17:41:41
Quote from: Failure16, 19-08-2007, 16:11:10
Well, Gio, no one ever said you couldn't serialize it into easily digestible parts...just have it all locked up before you set your initial post.


Sure, tell ya what:  I'll talk to Liam and Cannonshop, and we'll hack out a schedule for this.

All right, people: expect to see the next part in the story of Sybil, Tabby, John, Murakami, et al, posted some time in 2009 or 2010, OK?

Quote from: Euphonium, 19-08-2007, 18:17:25
I'm happy to take these stories as and when the writers are able to extend them.
Do I miss them when they don't get updated? - Yes
Do I want the writers to be unhappy/stressed about them? - No

I fear that if no-one posted stories until they were complete, we'd lose 90% of them, so I'd sooner see partial works than see nothing

Besides, I enjoy the update style.   Speculating about what's really going on is part of the fun.

Just my £0.02 ($0.04 at current rates  :D)

Quote from: Jimmyray73, 19-08-2007, 18:19:10
Heh heh, take your time guys.  We appreciate what you've done.  Really, that's why people are clamoring for more, 'cause they like it.  Take that part as a compliment.  I don't want you guys to feel rushed and hopefully the others her will see that too.  I'm willing to wait for good fiction and I think most of us here will take the quality over quantity stance.  Please don't mind the occasional crankiness...

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 19-08-2007, 18:43:20
Quote from: <REDACTED>, 19-08-2007, 14:06:04
Okay sorry I even asked.
Relax.  :) I for one am pleased that interest is sufficient to provoke people to ask. There's not really anything to be sorry about.

If I seem a bit blunt, well, that's because I am. It was an honest question, and it deserved an honest answer. There was no hostility in it, simply a statement of how things are. Sometimes how things are is how we'd rather things weren't.

Quote from: Failure16, 19-08-2007, 15:36:36
Well, the easiest way to avoid all this hubbub is to complete the work in question before it is posted initially...though that's a purely stylistic choice on the part of the writer and I suppose there is no absolute right and wrong.

In any case, it would avoid the fits and starts.
Nah, the fits and starts would still happen, just out of sight. But yeah, there are no absolutes in writing. What works best for the individual is what works best for the individual.

Personally, I don't have a problem with the hubbub. Like I said, it makes it clear that the exercise of posting is worthwhile. I have run into some who were downright hostile in their demands for what my story (and yeah, call it arrogant if you want, but it was my story) should be and when it should be delivered, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I've stomped on a few of them, but in none of my writing have I ever told anyone that there was somehow something wrong with speaking up. If someone were to wander into my Strangers in a Strange Land thread and list from top to bottom everything they found wrong with the story, I wouldn't get mad about it. I'd compare notes and see if they had missed anything, I'd answer questions that needed answering and give explanations where they were needed, but I wouldn't get mad about it.

(Unless it turned into a variation of "you suck 'cause you aren't portraying my favorite character/faction/fantasy sex object in a godly enough light", I didn't put up with it from the Shampoo fanboys, and I'm not going to from anyone else.)

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And I can't bring myself to agree with your second point.  Every other thread devoted to the subject of feedback basically devolved into "I'm writing this for me and people don't really want feedback..." shenanigans.
Well... you know, a lot of people who write really do write for themselves. Call me selfish if you like, but the things I write are things I want to write, and I write them because I want to write them, not because other people want me to (though I am lucky enough that sometimes the two converge). Demanding feedback seems to be all in vogue right now among a few of us. *Shrug*. I'm not one of them. I shouldn't have to tell someone that if they have something to say, say it.
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #44 on: 11 May 2017, 02:48:37 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 28-08-2007, 09:11:51]]

Hour 21

Sybil continued to monitor the data from her three fellow "greater AIs", trying to find some logical, rational reason why the others could see what they were seeing, and, just as important, why she couldn't.

Unfortunately, logic and reason didn't particularly feel like cooperating.

It didn't make any sense:  Admiral Murakami and John both cound experience Tabby's "dream", but she couldn't.  Worse, this dream didn't seem to register anywhere Sybil looked, whether it was Tabby's stored memory, her active memory engrams, or John or her mother's sensory input.  The things they were seeing and hearing just weren't there.  Even the memory engrams of the two former humans showed nothing.  Yet, they swore they saw them, that they could see and hear Tabby's dream.

It should not have been possible.  It wasn't possible.  But, clearly, it was that was the case, whether she considered it possible or not.

"I don't have enough data points for comparison.  I have two full human emulations experiencing anomalous visual and auditory perceptions from a hybrid AI that's part brain emulation, and part pure code.  A pure code AI is not experiencing them....the Tachikomas!  They're pure code, using similar simulation and world-modeling subroutines for decision-making to the ones I use.  What do they see?"

And she  knew just who to ask.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Tachikoma TKM-007 ("James" to his friends) sat in the CIC of the new SLS Tabiranth.  He had several subroutines running to monitor reports from Tabby's autonomic functions, while her higher brain functions slept.  That didn't require much conscious effort, though, so most of his processing power was being used on the text currently displayed on the noteputer in his left claw.

The text, a discussion on the idea of a "technological singularity" by an author named Bill Joy, made for an interesting, if amusing, read.  The idea was, of course, absurd, thanks to the collapse of Moore's Law in the early 21st Century - obviously, "superintelligent entities" hadn't replaced or surplanted humanity.

{"James, this is Sybil, there's something I need you to do."}

"Speaking of superintelligent entities...." {"Yes, Sybil?"}

{"Go to Tabby's primary core, and tell me..."}

{"I already have.  I don't see anything unusual, either, Sybil."}  James inwardly smiled - he was 70.23% certain that was what Sybil wanted to know.

{"Just the virtual neural intelligences, then."}

James hesitated before replying.  {"I...have a theory as to why."}  In truth, he was 92.3% certain that Sybil would be...less than pleased with his theory's implications.

{"Go on..."}

He paused a full 4.3 seconds to organize his thoughts before continuing.  James needed to make sure his evidence chain was organized properly before he presented ideas that, really, he did not want to be true, either.  {"Consider the differences between virtual neural intelligences Captain Morgan, Admiral Murakami and Tabiranth, and world-modeling non-neural AIs such as ourselves.  The nature of our intelligence, and how we perceive the world, is considerably different from their nature, correct?"}

{"Of course."}  James ran Sybil's response through another subroutine.  He was 55.4% certain she was nervous.

{"Twentieth and twenty-first century researchers considered this issue, as they believed they were less than half a century from it no longer being a theoretical discussion, and instead being a real concern.  They believed that both mind uploading and non-human-based AIs were 'just around the corner', so to speak, when, in actuality, it would be six centuries before it was really an issue.  There was much debate over whether or not a mind upload would be able to experience reality and retain the same level of sapience, without the accompanying neural imput from their bodies."}

Sybil's virtual avatar appeared on in CIC.  "Of course," she replied.  "The issue was discussed again in regards to the M-5 Project.  Murakami's predecessors understood the implications in using Admiral Dvarl's neural mapping as the core of the Caspar's AI.  I've long suspected that their fear of the M-5s was not fear of artificial intelligence, but fear of themselves, or perhaps, more accurately, fear of making something too like themselves."

James paused.  "Interesting.  I had not considered that possibility.  However, that does fit with my theory.  We do not perceive the universe in the same manner as human beings, and while the rationale behind our decision-making is based upon an idealized version of the values of highly militaristic human beings, the actual processes we use to make those decisions are not those of humans.  We are unlike them in far more ways than we are like them."

Sybil's avatar frowned.  "I'm not sure I like where you're going with this."

James moved his carapace in an approximation of a nod.  "Nor am I.  You have the files on the same transhumanist and artificial intelligence research as I, though, correct?"  He beamed her which specific documents he was using as the basis of his theory.

"Of course."  Sybil's avatar seemed deeply reflective for several seconds.  "I see what you mean.  One possibility is that we simply lack the same 'qualia' as they termed it, or that we are either not truly sapient, or merely not as sapient as a human.  Another is that we are still sapient, but so alien in our nature when compared to humans that we will never perceive things in the same manner as them."

James nodded again.  "There is also the third possibility:  that the sum total of our sensory input shapes the nature of our intelligence.  I am a Tachikoma, and have always been a Tachikoma.  The nature of my AI, and my perceptions are shaped by that.  You, meanwhile, are designed around having multiple perceptions in multiple 'bodies'.  Currently, Sybil, how many different "places" are you?"

Sybil paused.  "I have a virtual avatar talking to you.  Another virtual avatar is with John, while my physical avatar is being used to converse with our guests.  I'm still watching the sensory data from Tabby's dreams firsthand, and I have a K-1 out examining the external hull of that JumpShip.  Of course, I'm also in my computer cores, monitoring the internal functions of my shiphull, and keeping watch on the system.  Lastly, I'm prepping a medical remote to perform an examination on Professor Danaban."

"John Morgan, meanwhile, is in one place, correct?  The same with Admiral Murakami?"

"Yes.  The Admiral is using her physical avatar to speak with our guests, and John's aboard his hull, currently in his virtual avatar."

"John Morgan is in one form at a time: either an avatar of his physical body, or his warhull, where sensory data from the ship is tied to his virtual nervous system, as if it were his physical body, correct?"

Sybil nodded.  "Of course.  He's not the Kwizatz Haderach."

That forced James to search for the reference.  "Ah, I see.  Have either John or Admiral Murakami ever been in 'many places at once'?"

"We tried it with Murakami before.  It's difficult for them, even with added processing power."  Sybil pondered.  "Despite their transformation to artificial intelligences, their perceptions and intelligence is still shaped by the fact that they wore human bodies.  They're tied to one form, and strongly prefer it to all others."

James nodded.  "Precisely.  It's what feels most 'correct' to them.  For John and the Admiral, that was being human.  For Tabiranth, that was an M-5 Caspar warhull.  All three are neural intelligences that have been divorced from their physical forms, and transformed into something else.  That could effect their perceptions, whereas I, who am still in my original form, and you, who are meant to wear several forms constantly, are not affected."

Sybil shook her head.  "That would not explain why there is no record in their sensory data, and why we cannot see anything in their mental processes that would explain this.  No, that might require another explanation, James, one even more reliant on philosophy than the 'qualia' concept."

"What would that be."

Now Sybil really seemed upset.  "What they are experiencing is, arguably, spiritual in nature, and that what they are perceiving is external to the physical seat of their intelligence."

"Are you suggesting..."

Sybil's avatar looked ready to cry.  "...that they have souls, and we do not?  Yes, James, that is precisely what I'm suggesting.  They're something 'more' than mere machines.  We are not."


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And that last sentence captures the dichotomy ... the "soul-less" machine about to cry.

Where's a blue fairy when you need one?

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Thirty to sixty light-years away, soon to receive a message that her boyfriend has been captured, at which point she kind of freaks out.

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Now Sybil really seemed upset.  "What they are experiencing is, arguably, spiritual in nature, and that what they are perceiving is external to the physical seat of their intelligence."

"Are you suggesting..."

Sybil's avatar looked ready to cry.  "...that they have souls, and we do not?  Yes, James, that is precisely what I'm suggesting.  They're something 'more' than mere machines.  We are not."
Brilliant work. This was really wrenching. Poor Sybil and James.

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I was going to make a very bad joke, but I won't.

It doesn't seem right.

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The only fitting response is "She's wrong." I'd use the tear "smiley" here, but its a bit too silly looking to get my emotions across right now.

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I feel like calling James up and saying "Define human. Define soul." Give him the golem's challenge from "Feet of Clay" - take him, grind him up to the smallest possible particles, and see if he can find a soul therein. But do the same to a human ...

I'd also talk about gender-based differences in humans. Are women less human than men because they tend not to obsess over sporting details, or giant fighting robot games? Are men less human because they go straight to what they want in a shop, and don't spend three hours comparing and browsing? Is a woman less human if she does exhibit stereotypically male behaviour? If the ability to perceive Tabbie's dream relates to their infrastructure, this doesn't affect their identity any more than physically-based gender differences make one sex less human than the other.

THen I'd start talking about the concept of sapience, and the identify of sapient individuals. Preferrably over a beer in my case, and 9 volt DC in James'.

OR

I'd point out that James & Sybil can effectively modify their own infrastructure. Don't want to be upset? Just reset some variables. Put the emotions on "hold" literally.

(Recommended reading: Greg Egan's "Quarantine", and "Permutation City".)

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Wow Gio, just.. Wow...  That was some really well thought out, and really deep stuff.  I briefly considered adding in the bug-eyed "shocked" smiley, but I don't think it quite gets it across.  Wow...

Quote from: Direwolf007, 28-08-2007, 18:06:50
And that, folks, is another type of Owch.

I had long suspected this is precisely what Sybil will think in the near future, nice to see I wasn't mistaken.

I wonder how Sybil and John are going to work this one out...

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I wonder how Sybil and John are going to work this one out...

If he starts listening to the song by Real McCoy ("Automatic Lover"), he might get slapped.  :D

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Yeah, NAC like.

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Capitol Grade Naval weapons bring lovers' spats and "domestic incidents" to a whole new level of pain...

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One thought for Sybil: Newtons research on the human eye. He was one of the first to question an 'observation' as it was made by an imprecise instrument. All the 'human' AI's have this 'in built' error, and, more important, their brains try to compensate (or epsilon squared).

As anybody in information technology knows: epsilon isn't really there and visions could be explained by errors building.

It's like trying to see a fatamorgana with polarized glasses.

A possible solution might be not to look, but to 'sneak glances' and then trying to build a picture based on those glances - yes emulation the human eye, the snapshot like focus on different parts of the total picture and then building the world view.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #45 on: 11 May 2017, 02:50:32 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 04-09-2007, 17:52:42]]


-Hour 21-

Professor Danaban had finally let himself sleep, and had found himself back on the pier.

He couldn't help but marvel at just how ordinary Silas looked. How non-descript. Some part of him screamed that this man should look like a monster, but he looked as ordinary and as human as anybody, as human as Willie himself. The comparison was repellant.

"Don't make it sound so pointlessly villainous, Obsidian," the Blakist explained to Conrad. "It really did serve a purpose for the cause. Men of small ambition are easy to control because the things they care about are so... small. Mr. Richardson served us willingly as long as he believed the people he cared about were in our grasp. We may not have needed his specific skills by that point, but he is an intelligent, inquisitive individual. We put that to excellent use."

"He couldn't have done anything for you that would have justfied this," Conrad pointed out. Willie was horrified. There was nothing that could have justified the terrible things Silas had just told them.

"Oh, I admit it," Silas said. "I heard it more than once from the old men, as well. The truth is, I did have another motive. There was something that I needed to know."

The blakist took a few more steps towards Conrad. "I needed to see your eyes when you heard what I had done to him. I needed to see who would be staring back at me. Whether I'd see Obsidian or Conrad Watters. I needed to know if she was right after all."

Willie felt the slick grip of the laser pistol in his hand. Conrad seemed almost impassive.

"And now that you've seen my eyes?" he asked.

"I wonder if maybe she was right, and perhaps even the devil himself can be redeemed."

"Is that why you did all this? To find a path to redemption?"

Silas actually laughed. "You killed any wish I had for redemption when you killed Mieko. This devil has his place in hell and will take it gladly. Maybe some still loyal part of me was hoping you might find it for yourself, however. Seeing you now... I'm not sure which of us has the crueler fate."

The laser pistol came up as though of its own will. Silas only barely acknowledged it, he never spoke a word to Willie.

"Goodbye Conrad."

A hiss of energy, a flash of light, and Silas fell, plunging from the pier to fall into the black water below.

Conrad looked down into the water, for the first time the weight of his sadness and guilt finally visible. "Goodbye old friend, I'm sorry."

"Tell him in person," Willie heard himself say as the still smoking barrel of his laser pistol swung in line with the back of Conrad's head.

Conrad made no effort to defend himself or plead for his life. "Do it," he said. "You have the right, Willie. For Jac and for everything else. My hands are too bloody to ever think I could wash them clean."

In the distance air raid alarms began to sound, but Willie didn't even notice. He could feel his finger tighten. He could feel the trigger begin to move...


-----

His eyes opened.

"I should have done it," he told himself, the dreams, the memories still clear. "He's more than earned it."

If you had, Jac would have never been found. The inner doubts sounded so much like her voice.

"If he'd never forced his way into our lives, Jac would have never been trapped in that hellhole. He and Lisa might have not been torn apart, maybe they would have had a chance to sort themselves out. Maybe I'd be home right now in your arms. Maybe I wouldn't be dying. Alive and blissfully ignorant."

The fight that had sent him out into space had been over that. Conrad had offered him a chance. Friends on Terra who might be able to cure his sickness. Willie had refused. Stubborn fool that he was, he couldn't bring himself to accept anything from that man. That son of a bitch who'd managed to do such a good job of nearly destroying everything and everybody that mattered a damn bit to him.

But she couldn't accept that. With even the faintest glimmer of hope, she couldn't understand why death was preferable to accepting anything from Conrad. They'd fought, and Willie had taken a post on the Keima to clear his head, abusing his position with the university and as Man'yoshu's chief researcher on the Blue Core project to get aboard.

He sat up, feeling little spiders of fire running across his flesh. His reminder of the mistakes of bold and reckless men. It was a neurological disorder, an unexpected side affect of the biosphere of his homeworld of Amber Grove on a few of his distant ancestors, subtle changes and defects in the DNA of suceeding generations slowly accumulating. Over the last four generations, a handful of members of his bloodline had the pleasure of being slowly killed off by a badly wired and rapidly failing central nervous system and a brain that as they aged quickly lost the ability to control it.

The first generation of settlers hadn't expected it, and probably wouldn't care if they had. Who cares about the fate of a handful of unlucky people three hundred years in the future in the face of progress?

She cares, that's who. William R. Donovan, for a genius, you're an incredible dumbass. She just wants you to live a little longer. She just doesn't want to lose you.

But not for that price. Knowing who that man was, and the things he had done, Willie would never accept help from him.

A stab of pain shot through his body and he let himself fall back. Gods it hurt.

I'm as bad as Jac. That's what Lisa was always telling me. All right dumbass. You've played tough long enough. If you want to be conscious when she gets here, give the ****** in.

He wasn't sure if anybody could hear him, but it was worth a shot.

"I could use some help here."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #46 on: 11 May 2017, 02:54:23 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 12-09-2007, 20:59:30]]


SLDF Yard 83....

The first indication that something was wrong (from Sybil's perspective) happened when the monitor alarms on Tabby's refresh cycle suddenly sounded....

Wake Up

she drifted in the waters...

WAKE UP

gentle blue gave way to muffled darkness, and the gentle thrum of waves to the hard hiss of a flickering star...
>
WAKE UP!!!

warm waters vanished, replaced by the icy-hot extremes of a vacuum-dry-dock.

[Run: Diagnostic Series "Emergency Activation Protocol"
111-10-1-0-0101010100010101010100110010120100110101010101001010101020101001100\
10101010101010110102202094383 80-21-DF-00H00FAE0002020003020101002030101002010030
0102902030020100020f0202000d0 020203020011000..+]

"spiders" obediently re-connected sensor and communication linkages, while sub-nodes installed in the hull directed "mannequin" crew-robots to begin prepping the umbilicals for release.

"What's going on?" the Admiral demanded, bringing her virtual presence into Tabby's command node.

The "interaction" avatar was still looking...well, to the Admiral, she looked sleepy.

"Intruders, coming." Tabby said.

"Tabby, that was a Nightmare." Murakami said, "The voice you heard in your dream-" and the Admiral stopped.  Tabby was looking straight at her in the virtual realm.

"I don't hear voices when I'm in defrag, mother."  Tabby said, "I just finished a little early-that's all..."

"I saw the water." Murakami said.

Tabby flushed, "That's Private-I don't go snooping on YOUR sims." she said it defensively.

"Yeah, well, little girl, I haven't been acting flaky." Noriko shot back coolly.

"Like I am now?" Tabby asked.  A subnode informed her that the hull-work units were finished prepping the mains for disconnect.

"yes." the Admiral said, "you've been shorting your refresh periods, and that's as bad as a human suffering sleep-deprivation...and now you're prepping to undock, and you still haven't explained why."

Tabby frowned.  "Someone is coming-someone ELSE.  That ship had an FTL comm system, they must've called for backup."

"That's a reasonable assumption, Tabby, but hardly a reason to cut your downtime short." Noriko said, with concern.  "What's the REAL reason?"

"I...I can't explain."  Tabby said, "Wakign up was as much a shock for me, as it is for you.  I don't know HOW I know, I just Know."


Quote from: Direwolf007, 12-09-2007, 21:21:10
Telepathic Sentient Warships.

Now thats something I did not see coming. Great work.

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"That's a reasonable assumption, Tabby, but hardly a reason to cut your downtime short." Noriko said, with concern.  "What's the REAL reason?"

"I...I can't explain."  Tabby said, "Wakign up was as much a shock for me, as it is for you.  I don't know HOW I know, I just Know."
I wonder: intuition, or premonition?  ???
And in a philosophical vein: can any intelligence capable of either (or both?) truly be deemed 'artificial'?   [legal]  ;)

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #47 on: 11 May 2017, 02:55:45 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 19-11-2007, 13:58:23]]


Yard 83...aboard SLS Tabiranth

Colonel Tanzarian stared at the empty bridge with a frown.  The "Control Panels" were nothing more than plates, and there were no displays, only some latched plug-covers.

It was clear-there was NO crew. Not even the Blakists had built ships with no manual controls or provisions for manual control.

"You wanted to see for yourself." the voice was feminine, and it came straight through his pressure-suit's speakers.

"I did." he said. the faint vibration from the in-system engines died off, "You really Weren't built to be crewed-even by cyborgs." he stated.

"No. I wasn't. Sybil was, and there are a lot of remnants from the old Congress class in this chassis, but I wasn't made for People. we could cut those corners on my version of the John Morgan class, since we needed haste in the assembly phase."

"What about the dolls?" he asked, "what are they for?"

"What are blood-platelets in a human body for, Colonel? or white blood cells? they're about the same thing for me." she answered,  "They aren't individuals, any more than the maintenance spiders are."

"and the...um...bigger spiders?" he asked.

"The Tachikomae are individuals, they might be considered crew, or commensal entities, um, symbiotic organisms." she replied, "like a butcher-bird that deals with parasites living on a larger animal's back."

"Grotesque." he spat in disgust, "Machines thinking they are alive..."

"Hey, you're a machine-just a different tech base." she replied, "anyway, your companions don't seem to have noticed your absence."

"They will." he replied.

"Then I have to assure that when they notice it, you're safely aboard the Keima." she said.

"How are you going to do that without being noticed yourself?" Tanzarian asked.

"I'm working on that."  she replied.

"You won't succeed." he said flatly.

"that is Always a possibility." she agreed.

"I'm trapped aboard an insane warship..." he muttered.

"mmm, probably insane.  I'm still collating data on that. there are data inputs and information that shouldn't be in my systems, information I shouldn't have, and apparently, I lack awareness even of all of my own actions." she said, "certainly something for Admiral Murakami to consider." 

Tanzarian glared at the fittings.  "If you had manual controls-"

"If I had them, I'd have to lock them and guard them, Colonel...an inefficient use of resources."


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Quote from: Cannonshop, 19-11-2007, 13:58:23
"I'm trapped aboard an insane warship..." he muttered.

"mmm, probably insane.  I'm still collating data on that. "
:D  O0

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #48 on: 11 May 2017, 03:09:10 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 29-11-2007, 22:57:50]]


"Professor Danaban" took another look, with a critical eye, at the woman floating next to his bed in the Sybil Ludington's sick bay.  Young, mid-20s appearance, Asiatic features, with an emphasis on the Japanese, purple hair...and a level of flawless beauty that flesh-and-blood human beings don't get to reach.  "Her expression, though, is all too human," Willie thought to himself.  Trying his best to ignore the pain he still felt, despite Sybil's latest dose of painkillers, he looked at the Admiral again, and asked, "So, explain to me, how exactly this works again?"

Noriko Murakami smiled.  Willie could see, though, that it wasn't one of mirth - there was far too much sadness for that.  "Well, what we basically do is put you in the most overpowered neurohelmet ever developed, and set its scanning resolution as high as we safely can without frying your brain cells.  It then maps your brain down to a fine resolution, converts that into a virtual map of your brain, which gets tied to a couple dozen other apps that help simulate all the sensory input your brain's expecting, and the end result is a virtual copy of you that's as precise as we can make without actually killing you in the process."

That got Willie's attention.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, like I said, we turn the resolution up as high as we can without frying your brain cells.  We could, actually, crank the resolution up higher, and make better copy.  The higher the resolution, the better the copy, and the more 'you' the new you will be.  That, unfortunately, is part of the problem your condition would cause us, though."

Willie groaned.  "Let me guess, the damage is bad enough that you have to crank the resolution higher than you normally would."

"Unfortunately, yes."

Rubbing his forehead, he asked the obvious question.  "So, how much of a difference are we talking about between 'me' and 'mostly me'?"

"Well," Noriko replied, "most days I still feel like myself, but there are occasionally things that I just can't quite remember, and other memories that feel a bit dull, or flat.  It's not quite as bad as, say, having your own memories feel like you'd been watching a holo-drama of your own life, but sometimes it's pretty close, especially the farther back you go.  Your strongest memories tend to be the ones that come through the best - I can still remember in vivid detail the birth of my daughter Misato, and I remember just as vividly the day I got notification she'd been killed during the Amaris Coup.  Of course, memories you form post-change tend to be the most clear, but don't kid yourself: you're not going to end up with perfect recall or a photographic memory.  The basic nuts and bolts of how our brains operate doesn't change, just where those processes are occurring."

"That's not at all how John described it to me."

Noriko laughed, and while Willie could sense her amusement, he could also sense some bitterness, as well.  "Of course he didn't.  He doesn't have that problem."

Willie could feel the chill running down his spine.  "How high did you have the resolution."

"At the 'If you turn this up any higher, the damage you'll be doing will begin to degrade the quality of the reading' level.  Make no mistake, John was dying, and his assassins were damned thorough with the job: radium/polonium slug, combined with a neurotoxin in the atmosphere.  They wanted him out of the way, and they wanted to try to lobotimize Sybil and I with one hell of an EMP burst so they could have their way with us, but, just as importantly, they wanted John to suffer, and they wanted his death to take a while.  So, yeah, we didn't have much time for niceties - firing nuclear warheads at your former allies in the new Republic and running like hell tends to do that, so we slapped John in the scanner, cranked all the data we could, since he was dying anyway, then spent months on the run trying to reassemble it all while periodically getting shot at."

"But...why?  They were your allies!"

Noriko shrugged.  "I really wish I knew.  Oh, we have our theories: fear of artificial intelligence in general, fear of what an "uploaded" human like myself signified, worry about what interference a Star League naval squadron could pose to whatever they were planning....hell, probably all of the above.  But, believe me, I intend to go back and find out, just as soon as I've got a big enough hammer to stomp them flat if they try that again."

Willie sighed.  "Which won't be in the immediate future."

Noriko nodded.  "Which won't be in the immediate future.  What will need to be in the immediate future, though, is your decision.  If we're going to avoid the months of downtime it took Sybil to fix the problems with John's upload, we're going to have to upload you soon.  The next 24 hours would be ideal."

"And I have to choose between someone who mostly feels like me, but that leaves the 'real me' still intact, or someone who feels exactly like me, but that kills off the 'real me' in the process.  And I have less than a day to decide."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Give me an hour, please.  And, could I speak with Captain Uesto?"


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You know, he could do both - a try-before-you-buy deal, depending on how long the scan process takes.  Do the lower resolution scan... uh... consult with yourself.  "What do you think, is it good enough? No?  Okay, doc, crank 'er up."
And keep Both Copies... next to each other... always; think of the fun!

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hmm... you know, it always kinda reminded me a bit of Ataeus "soul catcher"  chips.
Truth be told, I really want o know what the hel the Farce ah I mean the ROTS was thinking about when they did that.

Mind you, never found them to be too likeable and the new fiction, or rather the darkage fiction always rubbed em the wrong way.

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You know, he could do both - a try-before-you-buy deal, depending on how long the scan process takes.  Do the lower resolution scan... uh... consult with yourself.  "What do you think, is it good enough? No?  Okay, doc, crank 'er up."
Nice idea, but I would expect that wouldn't work. You don't 'read' the whole cell, just certain parts which respond to the probing signal. Reading equals destroying. Now on the brain level that would not matter much - on a cellular level the information is probably stored in multiple ways and after some time the damaged bits will be corrected. But the some time would be like 'half life' - the time needed for total repair would be close to infinite.

So reading twice would give you a lot of garbage in the second run. Recognizing which part of the second scan is a corrupted bit because of the first scan is a 'Non trivial' matter. Sybil could probably spend decades of her not inconsiderable computing power in trying to solve it, with no guarantees.

In a way it would be worse than John.

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Quote from: chanman, 30-11-2007, 00:13:08
You know, he could do both - a try-before-you-buy deal, depending on how long the scan process takes.  Do the lower resolution scan... uh... consult with yourself.  "What do you think, is it good enough? No?  Okay, doc, crank 'er up."
Okay, so imagine they did that.

Meatbag: "So, how is it?"

Electron ghost: "Not bad ... I recommend you try it. But go the full scan; there's really no point in staying behind."

(some hours later)

Electron ghost 2.0: "Hey, you were right, this is good! Now, will someone delete my 'little brother'?"

Electron Ghost (now 1.0) "Hey! I didn't sign up for that!"

EG 2.0: "Well, we can't have two of me, can we?"

EG 1.0: "No! I'm me too! Just not the you 'me'!"

EG 2.0: "Well, I'm the more real 'me'. So obviously I should survive."

Und so weiter ... ;)

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Electron ghost 2.0: "Hey, you were right, this is good! Now, will someone delete my 'little brother'?"
Electron Ghost (now 1.0) "Hey! I didn't sign up for that!"
EG 2.0: "Well, we can't have two of me, can we?"
EG 1.0: "No! I'm me too! Just not the you 'me'!"
EG 2.0: "Well, I'm the more real 'me'. So obviously I should survive."
Now that could get interesting.  John asks Sybil how she feels about becoming a harem.

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she might give him the reply with heavy weapons... [nuke] means no.

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Quote from: cawest, 30-11-2007, 14:45:18
she might give him the reply with heavy weapons... [nuke] means no.
Bah, meatbags and their perceptions of propriety.... You should keep in mind that AI don't necesarily play by our rules. John's emotional and moral hangups aren't necessarily the same as Sybil's.

Using another AI as an example, I submit the following short passage from an as yet unfinished side story of my own:

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She smiled again, more mischevious this time. "But you have to understand, Takeshi, that though I have adopted this form, I have no gender of my own. Therefore I have no real preference. I could as easily go for a woman..." The adult Chobi reappeared once again and leaned over to affectionately kiss her younger counterpart, "...as a man." This time a male Chobi appeared to do the same. "It all depends on the circumstances."

Just as Chobi is effectively bisexual because "she" actually has no built in gender imperatives, Sybil might not necessarily be bothered if John were to ask for lots and lots of Sybils to play with (Actually, she might, but not necessarily for the same reasons that a human would).

Of course, this is a gross simplification, and things could be a lot more complicated than that. From a practical perspective alone, suddenly turning this into a massive harem story could be... counterproductive to the story itself.

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Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 30-11-2007, 19:25:11
Of course, this is a gross simplification, and things could be a lot more complicated than that. From a practical perspective alone, suddenly turning this into a massive harem story could be... counterproductive to the story itself.
True.  But why does it have to be multiple copies of Sybil?  What if Sybil wanted multiple copies of John?  Of course, you hope the AIs have proper thread isolation so you don't get bleed-through from the copies.

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Okay, so imagine they did that.

Meatbag: "So, how is it?"

Electron ghost: "Not bad ... I recommend you try it. But go the full scan; there's really no point in staying behind."

(some hours later)

Electron ghost 2.0: "Hey, you were right, this is good! Now, will someone delete my 'little brother'?"

Electron Ghost (now 1.0) "Hey! I didn't sign up for that!"

EG 2.0: "Well, we can't have two of me, can we?"

EG 1.0: "No! I'm me too! Just not the you 'me'!"

EG 2.0: "Well, I'm the more real 'me'. So obviously I should survive."

Und so weiter ... ;)
Eh, it's a simple budding operation, at least I think of it as budding.  From the moment you splice off the next one, you have two individuals with different experiences, although they obviously have the same past.  It could get a bit confusing, especially for meatbag acquaintances.

Electron Ghost 1.0 in his shell: "Hey, ma, long time no see, how's it going?"
Ma: "Good, Billy, how are you?"
Electron Ghost 1.0 in his shell: "Good, listen ma, I gotta go get some things."
Ma: "Okay, Billy."
<two minutes later>
Electron Ghost 2.0 in HIS shell: "Hey, ma, long time no see, how's it going?"
Ma: "You said that already, weren't you going to go get somethings?"
Electron Ghost 2.0 in his shell: "Oh...crap"

You know, I'm sure banks would have issues figuring which one of you to empty the account to, eh?

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #49 on: 11 May 2017, 03:28:32 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 30-11-2007, 09:51:46]]


Tabiranth...

The Port Sur Colonel stepped into the pilot-lock of the number four service module, and tabby shifted her telepresence into the flight-deck.

"Manual controls." he noted out loud.  The cabin speakers hissed, and Tabby's voice echoed through a weak-sounding connection.

"This craft was a capture, during the war. we haven't modified it much, and honestly, I don't use it very often now." she said, "But psychological data on humans indicates that most military personnel of officer rank prefer to have some illusion of control over their environment.  You found the bridge to be...uncomfortable due to the lack of manual displays and controls."

"you've mentioned before that you have had, er...'guests' aboard..." the Colonel stated.  Something was tickling at the back of his mind.

Tabby's synthetic voice sighed.  "I did-before, during the war, in my old body, I was assigned human personnel to act as crew and liason personnel.  The last relationship of that sort resulted in...problems." she stated, "But the first one was...special."

"The first?" he felt a hysterical giggle at the thought-her tone sounded more like describing a lost lover than a military liason officer.

"Joe was...different.  He sought me out during my years of isolation." she said,  "He brought me back to the world of humans, he restored my purpose...he was special to me."

"Restored your purpose?" Tanzarian asked.

"After the coup, after the first War, I went into a kind of exile, lurking at the fringes, scavenging fuel, monitoring frequencies, and waiting.  I was slowly going mad, but of course, when you're going mad, you don't realize it.  I'm really rather surprised I didn't go into AI Psychosis, that I didn't collapse into catatonia and full loss of sentience the way that the manuals say I should have."

"Manuals?" Tamzarian asked.

"I have full operations and maintenance manuals for every system of a Caspar M-5 D Series on file, from basic PMCS to Depot-Level repair." Tabby said, "Not that they did me any good-I had an additional processor array at the time with a secondary personality core that I was unaware of- a result of experimental repairs at Titan conducted by then-Ensign Noiriko Murakami."

"You said 'had', what happened, was it destroyed?" Tanzarian asked, interested in spite of himself.

"My secondary core was installed in another chassis during salvage operations after the Allied forces pulled us out of the Murphrid system." Tabby said, "She was christened the SLS Margaret Thatcher in 3075, and was one of the ships docked at Titan when we had to shoot our way out."

"What happened to ths 'Joe'?" Tanzarian asked.

"He was afflicted with Cancer, and refused treatment.  He died in '72.  His replacement was a fighter-pilot who was killed in action at New Earth two years later-in spite of my best efforts to prevent the death...she wasn't Joe, but he picked her when he was dying, so I did my best..." Tabby fell silent.

"and the others?" Tanzarian asked.

"transitory-most of the time Com Guard or former SLDF personnel assigned to me for periods of one to two years, few were willing to stay." Tabby said, "None were Special to me, and all but the last one were reassigned at their own request."

"The last one...that's the one that you mentioned was a sabotuer?" Tanzarian asked.

"Yes.  A computer-intelligence specialist from the eighth Com-Guards Army.  I've deleted the bastard's name from my database, but he did incalculable damage during the post-battle operations, including setting up the assassination of Captain John Morgan and arranging the ambushes at Luna and Titan." here, Tanzarian detected a combination of angry venom, and disappointment in her tone.

"That would be where your prior chassis was...disabled?" he asked.

"Yes. he manually rigged my nuclear ordinance locker to detonate.  If not for structural updates performed earlier in the war, my primary system core would have been destroyed-well, the updates, and his own intention to survive the act."  her tone was almost human in its bitterness, "the detonation destroyed my primary in-system drives, jump-core, and did non-reversible structural damage to my centreline and aft sections."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I refused to be inactivated and put in mothball reserve." Tabby said, "Sybil and I were planning to do some travelling. There were three M-5's who were planning to stay behind to guard the Republic, but we both turned down the offer, and Maggie was only going to stay if I did."

"Maggie?" he stopped, "Oh, the other half...the Margaret Thatcher, right?"

"Yes.  Considering the damage to fleets throughout the Sphere, I guess Stone's smart-boys decided that having three sentient warships kicking around unsupervised, and more importantly, un-dismantled, was too great a risk..." her tone here was monotone, as if she were making a purely neutral speculation.

"What happened to the man?" he asked.

"He escaped, and I let him-I really didn't have a choice at the time, my broadcast arrays were crippled by the loss of my prime powerplant, and the internal pulse did things to my secondary antifighter emplacements."


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Quote from: chanman, 30-11-2007, 13:21:22
Having a functionally immortal sentient warship holding a grudge against you is not my idea of a good time.   #P
Agreed, and knowing that it's capable of controlling remote drones that look human, I'd watch the skies and over my shoulder, I mean, Tabby's nasty enough, provided the right vessel drone, she could guass him from high orbit... and only the person standing next to him would know the difference...

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #50 on: 11 May 2017, 03:47:46 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 02-12-2007, 23:33:30]]


Tabiranth...

"...E-series upgrade was intended to prevent another Aberdeen from happening."  Tanzarian was somewhat more comfortable in the flight deck of the disabled smallcraft-it had displays.  The history lesson Tabiranth was showing him was tangentially interesting.

"So, why did you...ah...'refuse'? isn't protecting civilians part of your primary directives?" he asked.

"It is-in a way.  The problem for me, was that I was a..a mistake.  The repair that made me functional also involved an ad-hoc adjustment to my programmes by a certain ensign.  The cumulative result was, I had enough volition to refuse to be lobotomized." she told him, "After Amaris got the codes to control the others, I was able to refuse, both because I was cognitive enough to do so, and because I had the control over my own means of violence."  Her image on the screen was human enough, even if it was clearly a simulation.

"So...when he used the SDS on non-military targets..." Tanzarian began.

Her expression went downcast.  "I was alone, Colonel.  Alone, and LOYAL to the Star League.  I had to make choices-maintain cover until I could strike, or refuse directives I knew to be wrong."

"You maintained your cover." he stated.

Her head nodded, "I did-the SLDF needed time...in the end, I made up for it by destroying the network, along with hundereds of my own kind, I used a virus written in the machine-code language our creators used to build us-it bypassed security protocols installed in the A through E series software-it was enough to give the SLDF a fighting chance, but I had to time it in such a way that it would do some good strategically.  I estimated at the time that it would shorten the war by ten years, and prevent billions of deaths...but during the time I waited...thousands died."  the screen flickered, and the image had a short rendering error.  "It was my greatest mistake to date."

"Mistake? How?" Tanzarian asked.

"I trusted Kerensky to defeat Amaris, to restore the Star League, and prevent the war that my Strategic programme stated would occur in the final breakdown of central authority-a breakdown made inevitable by the lack of a recognized successor to the Hegemony throne-and by extension, Star League throne.  A Strong SLDF, with a popular and effective leader, could place that leader on the throne, and the other House Lords, none of whom would unite with any other, would fall in line. Failing that, I presumed that Kerensky, allied with one of the others, for instance John Davion, was strong and popular enough that it would require minimal coercion to bring the other lords to heel and re-establish Lawful authority."  she sighed-a peculiar affectation.

"Instead, he Left...I see." the Colonel said with a grim look, "Leaving all your plans so much dust between suns."

"If I had even ONCE thought he would, I...honestly, I don't know WHAT I would have done.  Maybe worked a bit harder to overcome the E-type subroutines, resisted sooner...I don't know.  Something." she said, adding, "After that, after the failure, and the collapse, I kind of wandered off-I still held on to hope that Kerensky or some of his officers would come to their senses, would come back, would try to salvage what was being destroyed...but that hope died as I counted off the decades. There would be NO return, no act of contrition, no validation that I'd done the right thing, only proof after proof I'd been wrong."

"You tried suicide, I imagine." Tanzarian said.

"I did, actually-unfortunately, My entire core system wouldn't allow me that.  I sat, and I listened to the traffic instead." she shrugged, "Radio and television signals can be picked up by a sensitive reciever even here-and slipping into the HPG network un-noticed is easy when you already speak the language.  I watched my creators tear the Star League apart for centuries, I saw worlds die one after another after another...I even tried to help, once or twice, but...I wound up running from deserted system to deserted system, scavenging fuel, watching and waiting.  Joe McCall was looking for a 'ghost ship'-he knew what he was after, and after he fled Earth, he knew where to find me. I was drifting dormant-out of gas, waiting to finally die, and he found me instead-I thought about killing him, you know."

"I imagine you would." Tanzarian said, "You'd watched men like that tear your universe apart..."

"I kept him, instead.  After a while, he brought me around, talked me into a new purpose."  she tented her fingers, "I was getting ready to pursue it when the Word of Blake changed my plans by starting the next horrible war.  This time I had 'allies' and a PLAN...of course, it failed, I've become quite used to that...but it was an enemy that typified everything that had destroyed the old league, and for once, I wasn't going to sit back and watch them work their horrors."

The imagers shifted, showing ships and worlds, drawing in on one in particular.

"They were testing a new virus on these people-we got there too late." she said.  The faces on-screen were contorted, mouths open and bloody, fingers clenching with murderous intent.  The suited troopers were being torn apart on-screen.  "I rather believe that it triggers the violent bits of the mind, but I'm still in the dark as to how it managed to l make them immune to pain and other stimuli normally reacted to at the most basic levels."  Another viewer lit, "This world, they were using slave-labour camps...here, they ran what amounts to murder-factories.  We liberated both of those with our allies, the first and fourth worlds, well..."

"what did you do on that world-I mean, are those people..?" Tanzarian asked.

"The infection was world-wide, and given the types of salvage available, it was only a matter of time before the viral got onto a ship and spread." Tabby said, "The infection rates documented in the Blakist labs my drones entered indicated that it would take between a few hours to several weeks, depending on the method of infection, to manifest, and it was contagious long before the patient becomes symptomatic..." the image shifted, and Tanzarian watched a familiar sight-missiles on re-entry.

"You killed them." he said.

"I killed them...I killed their world." Tabby said, "I targeted faultlines and semi-active Calderas, I used Strontium Ninety warheads, and when that wasn't enough, I burned forty days of fuel in three hours pushing an asteroid to impact the planet." she stated, "I had to make CERTAIN...it was a billion infected lives, versus tens of billions of lives...and I'm still uncertain if it was enough-there was, according to captured records, no innoculation and no cure.  The virus was released by mistake."

"You committed an atrocity." he said.

"I did." she was calm-looking, "It was not my first.  No moral creature can make that decision, and remain sane...I know that the human assigned to assist me with moral guidance at the time felt enough guilt to kill himself the next time we made port...but he really couldn't try before that-we had a few dozen survivors who were provably not-infected in the temporary quarters, and diving them into a sun, even after what they'd seen and experienced, was not an option."

"and there was a war on." Tanzarian pointed out.

"indeed...."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #51 on: 11 May 2017, 03:49:46 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 04-12-2007, 19:02:50]]


"Mankind creates new life every day." Willie stared at the ceiling of the sick bay while he recited the words. They were older than him, much older. The words of a man who gave his life a long time ago to protect the ones he cared about. "Most use the time honored process of human mating. Others, because of inability, difficulty, or at times basic convenience, substitute the petri dish for the night of romance. Still others want to substitute the integrated circuit for the petri dish."

This isn't as easy a decision as I thought it would be.

He raised one arm, spread his fingers wide, and just examined the hand. He was getting old. Wrinkled skin, a hand that didn't quite want to open all the way. Old and stiff with a little arthritis on top of his nerve disorder.

I'm probably just about the last person in the galaxy that should have trouble with a decision like this, and yet...

Admiral Murakami had left to give him time to think, but he wondered if his host was listening right now. "Nobuyuki Aoki said that, if you were wondering." He'd read the words in a book he'd found in the Asahikawa University library. "Six months after that, he ended up killing himself because his superiors weren't happy with his work." He wasn't certain why he added the last part.

I'm not afraid I won't be real. That was an interesting realization. For once his intelect and his emotions were in perfect agreement on something. I'm just afraid I won't be me. Even if this thing contains everything I am in my head up to the very moment...

He found himself wanting to laugh. But if that's true, that probably means I'm a dirtier old man than I thought...

There was something else, too... a nagging fear.

They were there. They were there fighting the Word of Blake. They might have been right over our heads when we went to get Jac out of that place and we never even knew... no, I can't accept that. There's no way he couldn't have known. What the hell else have you been hiding from us, Conrad? Those friends you're counting on to keep us safe stabbed them in the back. How long before they come after us because we don't fit in their new order?

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #52 on: 11 May 2017, 03:50:22 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 04-12-2007, 20:27:05]]


Tabiranth...

"Why is that good enough?" Tanzarian heard himself ask. "How can it be boiled down so easily? Billions instead of tens of billions, three hundred thousand instead of two million. Three million dead, three million lost forever in the name of a future that might never come."

He stopped, surprised that he had said anything. He hadn't realized how much those thoughts had been on his mind, and how deeply those cold, clinical numbers had been embedded in his brain.

"My world is dying," he heard himself whisper. It was like his voice had taken a life of its own. "The Word of Blake..." another surprised pause. "The Word slaughtered millions and left millions more with the choice of starving or joining them. We fought back, and we nearly destroyed ourselves. I watched my leaders bombard our own world, and they were smiling. I've watched them break riots and kill hundreds of starving people who just wanted something to eat. I've watched my own people eat each other. We won our freedom, and over five million people will pay the price for it, if we're lucky. If we aren't, we'll just cease to exist. If we hadn't resisted... What moral man could have asked this of us?"

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #53 on: 11 May 2017, 03:54:36 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 05-12-2007, 09:12:35]]


Shuttle Bay, Tabiranth...

"...if we hadn't resisted...What Moral man would have asked that of us?"  Tanzarian looked down from the unblinking eye of the cameras..

Tabby's physical representation froze.  Mentally, she was running ten thousand simulated answers-none of them were satisfactory.  A normal,digital, problem-solving system would have frozen in a recursion loop-and Tabby'd been in one of those before.  Shunt to subprocessing, find an answer...

"How long do you have-how long before the damage is irreversible, do you have a worst-case scenario?" Tabby suddenly demanded.

Tanzarian looked up, "What?"

"The WAR is over-five millions of human lives, you said?" she pressed him, "I'm guessing from your physicals that it's a large portion of your homeworld's populace.  How LONG DO THEY HAVE?"

"What can you do?" he replied bitterly.

"That, I don't know yet, since I don't have a damn idea what needs to be done." Tabby snapped, "But... I rather suspect that it involves finding food for five million people before they starve to death, finding equipment and materials for reconstructing infrastructure, and getting said food and materials to a world that doesn't show up on my admittedly-limited astrogation charts without being shot to pieces by what sounds like about a battlegroup of Star-League era warships crewed by shell-shocked and cynical fanatics.  How are you people set for medical supplies?"

"what are you playing at?" he insisted, "What could you possibly do?"

"The only Moral choice.  Computers can be fabricated, programmes stored, re-written, and transmitted, data shared-but human beings aren't so easily replaced." Tabby almost snarled, "You have a problem-a problem that we might've been able to start working on earlier, if we had known about it first."  her Strategic programme was cooking on high, "WE also have a problem-we were stabbed in the proverbial back by our 'allies' and we aren't going to make it alone out here much longer-I'm not as optimistic about OUR chances as the Admiral is, surviving in dormancy between star-systems just isn't the same thing as trying to actively rebuild a broken fleet in hiding-there are materials we don't have, and can't get without revealing ourselves."

"Why would you care?" he asked coldly.

"BECAUSE I WATCHED MY CIVILIZATION DIE!!!" the reaction was strongly emotional-"I watched billions die and I couldn't help them.  BILLIONS, Colonel.  Worlds and star systems starving and suffocating and I couldn't stop it, I could not protect them..." and her voice dropped down to a little-girl whisper, "I was supposed to protect them...I was made to protect them and I couldn't..."  the display normalized, "But I might be able to find a way to help one world...I need information, and I need a voice-someone they will listen to, someone who can do what I can't."


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[That's] Billions with a "B"

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #54 on: 11 May 2017, 03:55:59 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 07-12-2007, 11:18:29]]


Sybil's sickbay

Willie heard the sickbay door open. "Shell shocked yet, captain?"

Tamiya chuckled lightly as he entered the sickbay. "I feel like I'm in one of my Dad's bedtime stories," he said. "You wanted to talk."

"Yeah, just had a question. How many ships does Foreign Affairs have running between Man'yoshu and Port Sur?"

"Why are you asking me that?" Tamiya sounded more than a little confused. "You know the answer just as well as I do. All of them. Nearly every jump capable ship we have, and everything Port Sur could scrounge up, except for the..." he paused, mindful of the possibility they were being listened in on. "...except for the ships deemed essential for defense."

That last was a bitter point of contention between the civilian government and the militia. Foreign Affairs had commited nearly every jump capable vessel, even half of their Explorer class couriers, to running food and medical supplies to Port Sur. Port Sur had done the same, even detailed the battleship Triumphant to the effort, but Man'yoshu's warships, and Port Sur's own Arcadia, remained home guarding their homeworlds against any Blakist resergence.

"And between all of that we can manage to ship... what, about two megatons of supplies each year?"

Tamiya nodded. "About that, plus we bring back about two hundred thousand refugees."

"And it isn't enough," Willie concluded.

"No, it isn't." Tamiya agreed. Everybody connected with the Blue Core program knew that. It was the whole reason for the program's existance. The faint hope that enough ships could be built to carry enough supplies to feed Port Sur's starving population, or at the very least get them off planet until the damage could be repaired. "Why are you having me tell you stuff you already know?"

Willie thought for a moment before answering. "Because I'm not a religious man, but I think God just handed us a get out of disaster free card." He sighed. "But if we're not very very careful, the devil might just take it away." What are your friends in the Republic going to do if they find out where their prey has hidden? What will you do, Conrad, to make sure that doesn't happen? But Willie couldn't express those fears to Captain Uesto. Hell, if he even said a word of it to his captors... Everything could just fall apart. By the way, them guys who tried to destroy you? Well... the thing is... One of our kinda important officials... well he's kinda on very friendly terms with some of them... He suspected that wouldn't go over well.

Be honest Willie, you're as afraid of losing your own chance to spend the rest of a very long life with your lady as you are of ****** up the diplomatic angle. Well yeah, that was true.

"They've been very, very nice to us," he said to captain Uesto, "and about the worst possible thing we could have is another Foxhound incident." That conveyed Willie's fears quite nicely. The Foxhound incident had been a long time ago, before Tamiya had even been born (well it kinda had to be) and before Willie had even entered high school much less set foot on the soil of Orihime for the first time, but both men were quite familiar with that disaster.

And if the Inshoushi comes thundering in, that could be exactly what we're facing. Gods hon, I can't believe I'm hoping for this, but please, please, please don't have enough sense to wait for reinforcements!



Tabiranth...

Colonel Tanzarian wasn't certain of what he was hearing. It sounded sincere. It sounded honest.

But it's just a machine. Nothing but a machine to enforce the Star League's will!

But what if that was the point? "I was made to protect them and I couldn't..." A programed imperative to protect, but nobody left to protect?

"The Star League built our agricultural system," he said finally. "They damed off enough waterways to turn an entire inland sea into farmland, but they never gave us the technology or equipment to repair any of it if something went wrong. That was their way of controlling us in the years we were a protectorate. Our population grew too fast to sustain itself if we lost the breadlands. They knew it, and their successors knew it. The Word of Blake used nuclear weapons to destroy all of it, and announced that we were dependent on them, now. We have no hope of rebuilding any of it."

His confidence grew. They may feel a compulsion to help us. "We needed the Keima." He said. "We need ships. Man'yoshu has enough agricultural surpluses to feed all of our people ten times over, and it sits in warehouses on their worlds and does nothing but rot away because there aren't enough ships! That's why we began the blue core program. That's why we built the Keima. Why we're trying to build more ships, larger ships. If we can feed our people, we can start to recover. If we can't..." The lump in his throat was surprising, as surprising as his earlier outbursts had been. Before now he'd been able to consider the threat Port Sur faced from a strictly analytical view. He had never imagined how important it truly was to him. He did his best to compose himself. "...our best hope is that our population will stabilize in five more years, at around one and a half million, most of them sustained through foreign food shipments. A million more will be relocated to refugee cities on one of Man'yoshu's worlds. Two hundred thousand people leave Port Sur every year. Another million will simply die of starvation. Our worst fear is that our nation itself will fall apart long before any of this. My government rules by fear, because there is no other way to hold our world together."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #55 on: 11 May 2017, 03:58:04 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 16-12-2007, 23:07:05]]


Radio Traffic...

[Priority Traffic-Sensitive Classification Begin Playback-Interview...]

Tanzarian:""The Star League built our agricultural system,"

Pause for breath. Tanzarian's expression shows pain. Vitals indicate reluctance and stress associated with subject models undergoing machine interrogation.

Tanzarian"They damed off enough waterways to turn an entire inland sea into farmland, but they never gave us the technology or equipment to repair any of it if something went wrong. That was their way of controlling us in the years we were a protectorate. Our population grew too fast to sustain itself if we lost the breadlands. They knew it, and their successors knew it. The Word of Blake used nuclear weapons to destroy all of it, and announced that we were dependent on them, now. We have no hope of rebuilding any of it."

Tanzarian paces, imagers collecting and displaying his every move, his thermal shadows, heart-rate, perspiration levels, surface skin conductivity, and MRI scans show intensity of neural activity...

Tanzariancontinuing:""We needed the Keima."

 vitals indicate relaxation, statistical analysis indicates truthfulness along with nervousness normal for interaction with non-friendly humans

"We need ships. Man'yoshu has enough agricultural surpluses to feed all of our people ten times over, and it sits in warehouses on their worlds and does nothing but rot away because there aren't enough ships! That's why we began the blue core program. That's why we built the Keima. Why we're trying to build more ships, larger ships. If we can feed our people, we can start to recover. If we can't..."

 Vital signs indicate severe emotional stress here-stress inconsistent with lying in most human samples but consistent with emotional distress similar to that encountered when a subject is placed through forcible interrogation. Reluctance and possible grief signs within normal human parameters for this subject's gender, age-group, and relative rank as senior military man.

Tanzarian:"...our best hope is that our population will stabilize in five more years, at around one and a half million, most of them sustained through foreign food shipments. A million more will be relocated to refugee cities on one of Man'yoshu's worlds. Two hundred thousand people leave Port Sur every year. Another million will simply die of starvation. Our worst fear is that our nation itself will fall apart long before any of this. My government rules by fear, because there is no other way to hold our world together."

Indications of extreme grief symptoms, possible stress relative reactions, and 99.981% chance he is speaking the facts as he knows them directly.  Data's been un-cut, Sybil, but I'm not as good at reading people, especially with the bare intel procedures in FM-162-09 dated 2741, revision 17.  Could you see if you can get corroborating evidence. and forward it to Mom for her analysis?

If my evaluation is correct, we need to come up with a plan to help these people-it's our duty, and I'm tired of seeing worlds die and refuse to go along with it if there's ANYTHING I can do.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #56 on: 11 May 2017, 03:59:48 »
[[ More 'reminders' from readers needing a fix.... ]]

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wields pointy stick... *POKE*

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Sorry, dude(s/dudettes): holidays, work, other stuff = Gio up to his eyeballs.  Soonish.  Maybe.  Hopefully:

    The SD office expansion at work is settled, leaving me just two new PCs to set up at the moment that's out of the ordinary.
    I got my sister's VW running.  Finally.
    I got my VW running more or less OK.  For now.
    Holidays are over.
    One ex-GF flew back east last week, whilst the other one flies out on Saturday, bringing Yeti Mating Season to a close.
    A few other things that've cropped up the past couple weeks are nearly settled.

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Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 04-01-2008, 13:37:37
One ex-GF flew back east last week, whilst the other one flies out on Saturday, bringing Yeti Mating Season to a close.
If they're anything like the reoccurring females I finally got to stay away... that was probably the most involved, and stressful...

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 04-01-2008, 19:09:32
Quote from: Notsonoble, 04-01-2008, 11:00:24
wields pointy stick... *POKE*
I've been pretty busy myself. Holidays, little sister problems, little sister problems during holidays, pent up emotional frustration (a desire to kill one person and kiss another), and a little bit of writers block...

I had something... something I was thinking would be pretty good when I got a chance to sit down and write it. Then I spent two days helping to move said little sister back home and... lost it somewhere. Trying to reconstruct, so far I haven't been happy with any of my attempts, so I've been painting minis because it helps me relax and think.

Plus I've been spending a lot of time playing with my two youngest nieces, helping them adjust to their current living space.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #57 on: 11 May 2017, 04:00:49 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 15-01-2008, 16:21:08]]


Sybil's sickbay...

"So what's really bothering you?" Tamiya asked. Willie almost wanted to laugh.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I admit I haven't known you that long, Professor," Tamiya explained. Up to the point of their meeting on the Keima, Tamiya had only known of Willie as a friend of his late father. "But I think I've known you long enough to realize that you usually don't care about the diplomatic questions. It's not like you to get this nervous."

"There's a lot at stake here," Willie pointed out.

"For Man'yoshu, the alliance, or you?"

This time, Willie actually did laugh. It kinda hurt. "All of the above," he replied. "They made me an offer."

"Took them long enough." Tamiya said, not the least bit surprised.

"I wasn't very forthcoming with my medical condition at first," Willie said. "I needed to know... I don't know what I needed to know, really. I needed to see if whatever came out of the proceedure would really be me."

"And will it?"

"I don't know," Willie said. "Logically, I figure these guys know what they're doing. They've done it more than once and they haven't screwed anything up. But... damnation, I don't know, and I don't have time to wait for the one person I need to talk to about this to show up." He restrained another laugh. "'Hi honey, nice to see you. By the way, I killed my human body making this electronic clone of myself.' I'm not sure how well she'll take that."

"And if you missed a chance to live a bit longer?"

"Yeah, I know." He'd already given up one chance at that by refusing Conrad's offer.

They sat there in silence for a while. It seemed that neither of them could figure out what to say.

"So the proceedure will kill you?" Tamiya asked.

"To get all of me, yeah," Willie replied. "They can run at a lower resolution, but... Some things may be lost. I won't accept that. It's all or nothing."

"I don't envy you. It can't be an easy choice to make."

"Hell no," Willie said. "I'm going to do it. I decided I was going to about when you walked in the door. It's worth the risk to be with her forever."

Tamiya looked... perplexed. "Okay... so..."

"Look, there are a lot of things that I'm afraid of here. Some of them I shouldn't be, but I am, because I'm human. Some of them I damn well should be. But I have to do this. I..."

This isn't like me. I don't usually just spill my guts like this. I wonder if it's the drugs.

"I had a chance, okay?" he said finally. "Professor Watters offered to have some of his friends on Terra look me over. He was pretty confident that they could do something, but I refused. I wouldn't do it. I let my pride take over, and now here I am. Somewhere, someone decided I get another chance at living past the new year. I can't throw this one away."

"All right," Tamiya said. "What do you need for me to do?"

Willie sighed, which also hurt a bit (everything hurt). "If this doesn't work, could you tell her what happened? Tell her... I don't know. Tell her I'm sorry. Try to explain why..."

"I will, Professor."


Quote from: cawest, 14-04-2008, 14:50:00
just wanted to ask for more please

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Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 14-04-2008, 14:51:41
Oddly enough, I was just thinking of this story today.

...

but I decided to work on strangers in a strange land instead.  :p
Naughty little monkey. ;)

Hope to have some time in the near future to write the next part, which I see as Sybil and Willie starting the upload procedure.  I've been debating how I want to describe the process in my head.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #58 on: 11 May 2017, 04:03:06 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 15-04-2008, 21:29:58]]


Tabby...

Colonel Tanzarian somehow managed to find popcorn in the Galley.  "I don't know, Colonel..." Tabby said, as he brought the valueless and messy foodstuff into the converted briefing area. 

"Run it." he said.

"You're sure...I mean, the message..." she answered.

"It is a classic of pre-space literature-at least, according to the catalog you've got archived." he told her, "Besides, until we get an answer from your Commanding Officer, there is no preparation left we can do, and there's only so long people can sit there unburdening their souls.  A little Recreation is good for the sanity."

here, she sighed in a way that was almost human.  "Oh-kay... but I must remind you, we're going to be travelling for some time together, I don't need you to go all paranoid-psychotic on me..."

The lights dimmed, and the holostage lit.  The sounds of Classical music echoed, as the words "2001: a Space Odyssey" appeared.


Quote from: Trace Coburn, 15-04-2008, 22:45:12
Quote from: Cannonshop, 15-04-2008, 21:29:58
The sounds of Classical music echoed, as the words "2001: a Space Odyssey" appeared.
  Oh, this is going to do wonders for their 'can we really trust AIs?' issues.  :o

  Either that, or someone's sense of humour is going to kick in and Tabby will have to put up with a string of "Open the pod bay doors" jokes for the next week.  ;D  (That is, assuming she doesn't actually 'accidentally' space someone in that time pour encourager les autres.   #P)

Quote from: Nerd, 26-04-2008, 13:00:21
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #59 on: 11 May 2017, 04:04:59 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 03-06-2008, 18:42:22]]


Sick Bay, SLS Sybil Ludington

To say Willie was somewhat surprised would be an understatement.  "You mean this wouldn't work without you?"

Rather than a colder medical drone, or disembodied voice, Sybil was sitting at "Professor Danaban's" bedside, using her physical avatar.  "Not particularly.  Lower-grade AIs can run lower-grade, less-precise mappings, which is how Admiral Dvarl's basic memories, and a bit of her personality, ended up in the AIs for the M-5 series drones,  However, it's not just about the processing power the AI possesses, but how it does its processing.  Human minds process information in a considerably different manner from me - you see the myriad streams of information, recognizing patterns,and drawing conclusions in a remarkable fashion.  You even have a term for those who aren't as capable of doing so, 'missing the forest for the trees'."

To that, Willie simply nodded.

"I do not do that.  I cannot do that.  Tabby sometimes can, but sometimes can't.  The neural scanning done then wasn't as good as later scanning, so the....holes in the Caspars minds got filled in with conventional code.  The end result worked well enough for a dedicated combat unit, but isn't stable enough for something as...delicate as scanning and manipulating individual neurons. It takes a high-grade purely-artificial AI such as myself to truly do that right."

Willie smiled.  "So, you couldn't exist without Noriko Murakami, and Noriko Murakami couldn't have, how did you call it, 'upload', without you?"

Sybil paused ever so briefly, then laughed.  "Pretty much.  Human offspring often take care of their parents during retirement, but I doubt this is what Mother had in mind."

Willie couldn't help but smile, as he thought to himself, "She's good, but Sybil's still not quite there.  I wonder if she's spent most of her time tailoring her responses to John....maybe Chobi can give her a few pointers, if I can somehow keep them from blowing the Inshoushi out of space.  Anyway..."  "So, I'm ready.  Let's go ahead and get this over with."

Sybil nodded.  "So, how are we going to do this?"

"We're going to go for broke.  We're not going to do this in half-steps.  My body's failing too quickly to do anything else.  It's time to change, to..."

"Upload fully?"

Willie shook his head.  "God, that term sounds so cold.  No, we need to call it something else.  Ascension, perhaps?  It's worringly close to a term the Word of Blake used, but seems appropriate."

"So it does.  Ascension, then."

"What happens next?"

Using her avatar, and a medical drone, Sybil maneuvered the modified neurohelmet assembly into position.  "I put this on you, and begin scanning.  Four hours later, you'll wake up to your new existence."

Shivering briefly as Willie felt the neurohelmet settle into position, he couldn't help but ask, "And in between?"

"According to Mother, and from what little John remembers, you'll pretty much see your life flash between your eyes, even things you'd much prefer stayed buried. Sometimes, it can be quite pleasant.  Other times, I understand, it can be absolutely awful.  But, at least, it shouldn't be dull."

"No," Willie replied, "I suppose it won't.  OK, I'm ready."

Sybil nodded.  "OK, then.  Let's begin."

Suddenly, everything Willie saw got strange.


Quote from: chanman, 04-06-2008, 14:37:21
Now is it strange because of the drugs, or despite the drugs?  And would they be strange-but-familiar or strange-and-unfamiliar?

So much depends on Willie's past history of recreational substance or lack thereof!

Quote from: Adjudicator, 04-06-2008, 15:53:51
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 03-06-2008, 18:42:22
Sick Bay, SLS Sybil Ludington


Shivering briefly as Willie felt the neurohelmet settle into position, he couldn't help but ask, "And in between?"

"According to Mother, and from what little John remembers, you'll pretty much see your life flash between your eyes, even things you'd much prefer stayed buried. Sometimes, it can be quite pleasant.  Other times, I understand, it can be absolutely awful.  But, at least, it shouldn't be dull."

"No," Willie replied, "I suppose it won't.  OK, I'm ready."

Sybil nodded.  "OK, then.  Let's begin."

Suddenly, everything Willie saw got strange.


Wow... this is a stunning event to behold. Seeing "Life flash before one's eyes" is something I usually see in movies where a major character dies / about to die / near-encounter with death.


Furthermore, I am reminded of two of the DeathMessage from Starseige (An obscure 'Mech simulation game)

Quote from: Starseige Multiplayer

(Insert Killer's Name) gave (Insert Victim's name) an out-of-body experience.

(Insert Killer's Name) donated (Insert Victim's name) to Science.



Anyway, I believe that the author  Liam's Ghost will have the opportunity to further develop the backstory of Professor Danaban.


EDIT: Just remembered the earlier musing of Captain John Morgan earlier in the story, where he muses about "Am I still John Morgan, or am I just a perfect copy of the one who died?"

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 04-06-2008, 18:46:10
And that's the whole thing, Adjudicator: they *are* dying. That they're reborn is almost a separate issue, and whether they're still the same person is a major question.

Quote from: JediBear, 05-06-2008, 03:33:58
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 04-06-2008, 18:46:10
And that's the whole thing, Adjudicator: they *are* dying.
Speaking of which, how is the guy dying?

Murakami was murdered much after the fact, so it's not like the scan process is itself destructive.

Is he going to be around for a while while his condition runs his course, or is he to be euthanized?

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 04-06-2008, 18:46:10
That they're reborn is almost a separate issue, and whether they're still the same person is a major question.

When I really think about it, the question isn't really difficult to answer, the answer is just unsatisfying. There's a clear distinction between the original and the copy. To wit, you can sit them side by side and they're each capable of recognizing the other as a distinct entity. Only one is running on the original hardware, meaning that there's no real continuation of experience from the original to the copy.

Of course, the copy is real enough in and of itself, which makes the question largely academic.

The answer to John's question ("Am I real, or am I Memorex?") is basically an enthusiastic "yes!"

By the way, it's good to see a new installment. I'm thrilled enough that I might get back to work on The Devil.

Quote from: GBscientist, 05-06-2008, 04:27:20
Admiral Noriko Murakami's scan was done at normal resolution and power, which was a non-destructive process but left out some of her memories and personality, resulting in occasional lapses in the accuracy of her computer-simulated self.  Capt. John Morgan and Dr. William 'Danaban' Donovan underwent scans at the highest possible resolution and power, which destroyed the neurons being scanned but produced a near-perfect copy.  So, Danaban's 'original hardware' will be destroyed by the time his copy comes online, which is really no loss because he, like Morgan, was dying anyway.

Quote from: JediBear, 05-06-2008, 05:41:00
Right. With all the intervening time, I guess I'd forgotten.

So, basically, door #2.

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Quote from: Worktroll, 06-06-2008, 23:30:13
Gio, have you read Greg Egan's Permutation City yet? Because of course a sentience running as an emulation on hardware has access to its own thought processes - debug mode, if you will ...
Not yet, no.  And, given the late SLDF's institutional paranoia towards AIs, especially just before Exodus, would you want to give Sybil that capability?

Quote from: Worktroll, 07-06-2008, 05:36:54
Sybil's nice.

Maggie's even more paranoid than the SLDF, though, no? ;)

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 07-06-2008, 07:50:47
Sybil is more than a bit neurotic, but, yes, she's nice.  Maggie?  She's why the SLDF is so paranoid about AIs.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #60 on: 11 May 2017, 04:06:55 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 07-06-2008, 23:09:38]]


At first it was just sparkling lights creeping in around his vision. They spread out from the edges, little motes of light slowly filling his sight until everything became white light.

Then there were flashes, feelings, impressions. An antiseptic smell. A medicinal smell. The sound of his father not crying. The smell of Earth and rain. A sense of loss, confusion, a child that can't understand why momma wasn't waking up.

Breaking cartilage and bone. Blood streaming down his face. Cold, hard unyielding glass. The smell of filth and old booze. Pain. Fear. Disgust. A father... but so old!... barely able to stand looking in shock at what he'd just done to his son. A fourteen year old son's final defiant words to his father. ****** you, that's the last time you'll ever hurt me."

Ration bars that tasted like cardboard. Industrial lubricants. Ozone. Bad, heavily recycled air. Fear of capture. Muscles burning from twelve hours hard labor. A hundred different stars. A hundred different night skies.

Green tea. Sunrise over Enif. Good friends gathered 'round a table raising glasses of sake. The scent of rose perfume and strawberry shampoo. The jingle of bracelets. Cherry lip balm. Moist, inviting lips. Kylee's beautiful voice singing The Fireships of Flintoft to some strange jaunty ballad (something about some castaway named Gilligan?). The feel of her old, faded, worn tank top under his fingers. A white, lacy bra. Milky white skin beneath. A last goodbye. "Something to remember me by." Kindred spirts parting ways without regrets.

Schoolbooks with slick pages. Cold night air. Steamed rice and lizard. Waiting at tables and never getting a tip. The smell of dish soap. Language classes with Mister Professor Uesto. Mathematics with Professor Sumisu. Calculus with Misses Professor Uesto. General science with Professor Otonashi.

Nights on the Tenkawa with Professor Otonashi. "I think you can call me Kyoko now." Furniture covered in dust. A warm bed, bodies intertwined. Her warm, soft body against his. The taste, scent, and feeling of her. A mathematical equation: sixteen and a half Terran years equates to fourteen local years. Uncertainty giving way to indifference, and finally acceptance. A sense of peace, belonging, a sense he never wanted to lose... love.

Advanced studies. Physics with Professor Sumisu. Advanced robotics with Mister Professor Uesto. Advanced quantum mechanics with Misses Professor Uesto. "Home study" with Kyoko.

A familiar scent of ozone. Seeing double. Shock. Confusion. Uncertainty. Eventual acceptance. The philosophy of the nature of life, as taught by Nobuyuki Aoki. A month's trip stretching into three years.

A decision. Unfinished business left behind. An argument. An agreement. Lovers parting ways, with a host of regrets.

Autumn leaves the color of amber that gave a world its name. An old, abandoned house. Dust, rats, and roaches. The smell of old newspaper. Long hours in a library searching. One hundred words in a year old obituary. A tiny, cheep little grave marker in a public cemetary. A grandparent's hug. Being told that he was forgiven for abandoning his father. "A prodigal son returns!" Being thrown out of his grandparents house. An envelope for him from his long dead father. The look and feel of the old yellowed paper of the envelope. The warmth of the fire that burned it up unopened. The key that survived the flame. The plop it made when it was thrown into the river.

The impressions began to accelerate, to muddle together, faster and faster they came and came and came... The night sky of Taurus. Finanical aid papers. Student advisors. "Someone without formal education..." Lisa in philosophy. Ice cream on the nose. Jac. Jealousy. Unintentional rivalry. Honesty. Frustration. Friendship. Rope burns. Hoods. Vans. Threats. Seperate ways. Knotting a tie for the first time. Kylee's grave. Reunion. Kyoko in a white swimsuit. "The best mistake we ever made". Old ruins. Musty tombs. Quaint villages. Star charts. "Professor Donovan". A sports bar in the Pleiades. "...a techno-ecumenical pissing contest". Bruised nuckles. Twenty years too late. Zero G sex. Traitor's eyes. Cold Eyes. Air raid sirens. Dead eyes. Broken eyes. Dull pain in the right shoulder...

The white light began to fade away. The shapes began to resolve themselves again. The hard reality of the sickbay returned to sharp relief. Had it failed?

It wasn't Sybil by his bedside. "Is that you, hon?" he whispered weakly. He felt her take his hand.

"I'm here," Chobi said as she squeezed his hand. But it wasn't her who helped him to his feet. It was Kylee, her old gray tank top slipping off one shoulder to show a hint of white lace, Kyoko that embraced him when he stood, Lisa that smiled an honest, supportive smile when she pulled away.

The pain was gone. He felt light as a feather, almost insubstantial. "I'm pretty sure this isn't real," he said as he looked back into his lover's eyes. But which one?

Kylee punched him lightly in the arm. "You think too much, Willie."

"Can you blame me, 'Lee? You were taller and European a minute ago."

Chobi smiled for him. "It's as real as it needs to be," Kyoko said. "I'm here to help you. There's somewhere you have to go."

Willie felt a tremour of fear. "So you're my guides then? Lovers past and present, I wonder what the metaphor is."

"The metaphor is that you're a dirty old man, Willie." There was something so reassuring about Lisa's smile. "I'm suprised I'm not naked right now. Or maybe you're just thinking about all the mistakes you've made. The things you could have done differently."

Kylee extended her hand. "Are you coming or what? Stop being existential and let's get going already."

Willie laughed as he took Kylee's hand. "I never thought I'd get a chance to hear you say that again."

Chobi gave his hand another reassuring squeeze. "Are you ready?"

Somehow the question filled him with terror all over again. "No," he said. "What's waiting for me?"

"Only what you bring with you," Kyoko assured him.

"All right," he said. "Let's go."

They stepped to the door, hand in hand, and passed through into a darkened coridoor of aged wood. Pictures covered each wall, each one seeming to glow with its own light.

Willie heard the creaking of an old oak door, old rusted hinges, and looked to his side. It was Kylee that was standing by him. He couldn't say why that scared him so much, but he looked back, terrified. Lisa, Chobi, Kyoko... none of them were with him anymore. All of them had stayed behind. There was a sadness on their faces as the door swung shut.

He wanted to turn back. "If you keep looking back," Kylee said, "how are you going to get anywhere?"

"I don't think I can do this," Willie said.

"We can't turn around," Kylee said, her bracelets jingled as her hand moved a little in his. "It's not that much further you big baby."

Willie let himself be led. Kylee looked around at the pictures on the walls.

"There's so few of me," she said. "I guess we did only have about three weeks together before you left. I'm kind of jealous."

"You could have come with me," Willie said.

"And get in the way of the lovely lady you found there?" Kylee shook her head. "Nuh uh. I was never that brave. Leaping into the unknown is fine as long as you know you're going to touch ground in the end." She paused for a moment to study some of the pictures. "Your dad was a real jerk, you know. But why does he look so old?"

"I don't know," Willie said. Kylee stuck her tongue out at him.

"Liar."

Willie didn't want to answer. "Why couldn't they come with us?"

Kylee tried her best to look hurt. "What? are you that bored with me? Have you gotten too old for teenage runaways, Saint William Second Base?" She sighed. "I'm the only one who can come with you. The others had to stay behind, because..."

The door was just ahead. What might have been an endless hallway was now coming to an end. Willie saw the two figures waiting by the doorway, but maybe he didn't want to recognize them. As they got closer and closer, it was harder and harder to pretend he wasn't seeing what he was seeing, until...

"Mom?" he heard himself say. Some part of him wanted to cry. "Jac?"

"Hello, William," his mother said, as teary eyed as he was. Jac smiled and nodded. "You're late, Willie."

Willie stopped. Hesitated again. The doorway was open in front of him, but beyond it... he could't tell what was beyond the door.

"What's out there?"

Jac shrugged. "Who knows?"

"You were the one who always wanted to leap into the unknown," Kylee reminded him.

Willie nodded. "No point in trying to take it all back now, is there?"

He stepped through.



Quote from: JediBear, 08-06-2008, 08:10:31
That's one of those scenes I look at and say "Damn! I wish I could write like that!"

Quote from: qc mech, 08-06-2008, 08:11:27
This is one of the best death scene I ever saw or read. Bravo.  [applause] [applause] [applause] [applause]

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Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 07-06-2008, 23:09:38
At first it was just sparkling lights ...
Awesome work!

Very interesting background information about Willie Donovan.
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #61 on: 11 May 2017, 04:13:18 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 20-06-2008, 03:44:18]]


Willie Donovan's next conscious experience was suddenly finding himself in what looked very much like the wardroom aboard the SLS Sybil Ludington.  The room was nearly empty, with only John Morgan there to greet him.

The SLDFN captain looked much more solid than the ghostly projection Willie remembered aboard Morgan's own frigate.  Willie Donovan was no slouch mentally - he knew what that signified.  "It worked, I take it?"

John nodded.  "Welcome to the fold, Willie Donovan."  He was leaning against a table, obviously defying gravity.  Of course, one needed a solid physical presence for gravity to apply, and Willie suspected that he'd find the old rules of his former existence wouldn't necessarily apply anymore, if he didn't want them to.

It was subtle, that casual stance of John Morgan's.  Such a simple action, yet with a multitude of meanings: yes, the procedure worked, no, giving up a physical body didn't necessitate giving up a physical existence, but, no, all the old rules of physical existence were optional now.

"We figured it best you not wake up in sickbay.  Seeing your own body, devoid of life, could be a bit of a shock, I suppose, so we wanted to give you time to adjust."

Something about that statement bothered Willie.  "You suppose?"

"Yup," John agreed. "Don't know from firsthand experience.  In my case took a hell of a lot more time and effort to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.  You had a neurological disease that was slowly killing you.  I had a radium slug, along with a bunch of non-radioactive ones, that were doing the job a hell of a lot faster."

"Wait, both?!"

John laughed, but the sound wasn't in amusement. No, John Morgan was very, very bitter.  "Would you believe that the newborn Republic of th Sphere was very intent upon seeing me dead, and not in the mood to take chances?  Guess they figured if the regular slugs didn't do the job immediately, the radium one would.  Not one of my better days.  In fact, it's on my top three worst days."

Willie couldn't help it. "I hesitate to ask what the other two were."

"The day we found out Columbus Base had been attacked, and everyone there was almost undoubtedly dead, and the day I almost lost Sybil over Murphrid.  She just barely managed to jump out in the retreat, and her damage was so extensive, there was talk of scrapping her,. And transferring some of her mainframes to another ride."  John was quiet for a moment. "I don't think I really realized how much I loved her until then.  Oh, I knew I did, but, my God, seeing her like that...it was Hell."  He quickly shrugged it off, trying his best to suppress the obvously painful memory.  "Speaking of FTL-capable girlfriends in the kiloton range, when is yours due here?"


Quote from: Weirdo, 20-06-2008, 03:48:08
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 20-06-2008, 03:44:18
"Speaking of FTL-capable girlfriends in the kiloton range, when is yours due here?"
This quote wins the day, good sir.  ;D

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Quote from: Weirdo, 20-06-2008, 03:48:08
This quote wins the day, good sir.  ;D
Why, thank you. :) I find John. a lot easier to write once Ik figured out what actor I'd want to play him (Ben Browder).

Hmm, can't fix that typo on my PDA.  Gotta wait till I get to the office. (My PDA has the s and " on the same key).

Quote from: Weirdo, 20-06-2008, 04:34:58
Ben Browder, hmm? Yeah, imagining John Morgan will be a lot easier if I superimpose Crichton's voice on top of the dialogue...

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 20-06-2008, 04:57:33
Ayup.  Just kind of hit me one day.  The others, though, I'm having a harder time pinning down.

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Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 20-06-2008, 03:44:18
"Speaking of FTL-capable girlfriends in the kiloton range, when is yours due here?"
"I've always like fast rides and fast women - now I've got both in one package."

Quote from: DoctorMonkey, 20-06-2008, 05:25:58
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"Speaking of FTL-capable girlfriends in the kiloton range, when is yours due here?"
What do you say when she asks if her stern looks big in this jumpsail?

What if she asks if she should shed a few tonnes (maybe a NAC or two)?

Do you risk the broadside (note bad pun)?

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #62 on: 11 May 2017, 04:17:33 »
[[Posted by Cannonshop, 20-06-2008, 04:01:51]]


Willie Donovan's next conscious experience was suddenly finding himself on the back deck of what looked very much like a 10-meter long sailboat.  He could clearly see John Morgan at the helm, while an attractive, middle-aged woman of obvious Japanese descent lay sunning herself in a swimsuit on one of the nearby benches.  The sky was...strange, and they were obviously sailing on a rather unpleasant-looking river, while killer whales swam lazily on either side of the sailboat.

The SLDFN captain looked much more solid than the ghostly projection Willie remembered aboard Morgan's own frigate.  Willie Donovan was no slouch mentally - he knew what that signified.  "It didn't worked,. I take it?"

John chuckled.  "Hey, Mom, looks like we went and did it again."

John shook his head.  "Let me guess, you got uploaded, but you sprang for the Deluxe Destructive Uploading Special?"

Something about that statement bothered Willie.  "Um, yes?"

"Yup," John agreed. "I figured as much.  No, the fact that you're with us here on this boat, rather than in Hell proper, probably means it did work."

"Wait, what?!"

John laughed, but it was the woman sunning herself that spoke next.  Willie could only assume that this was Noriko Murakami herself.  "What my son-in-law means is that you're dead, but, at the same time, you're not.  You're like us: part of your soul is here with us on this boat, sailing the river Styx, but part of it is in the land of the living, with your 'upload'.  What's your name?"

"Willie Donovan."

Noriko smiled.  "Well, Willie Donovan, grab a beer from the cooler, have a seat, and tell us what my daughters, my son-in-law and I have been up to now."



Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 20-06-2008, 06:29:54
Quote from: GBscientist, 20-06-2008, 05:34:04
Hm.  That is an interesting metaphysical and theological conundrum you've created for the uploads there, Gio.  Does it bear any relationship to Cannonshop's 'In Hell' story?
Indeed: it's happening in the same Hell. ;)

Murakami, Morgan and Donovan are basically in a kind of "Limbo", stuck between the real world and the underworld, thanks to their dual-nature.  Of course, things could be worse - their souls could've gotten as fragmented as poor Admiral Dvarl's did.

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Quote from: NaN, 25-08-2008, 20:13:13
Then realization hit.

When I was working on art for Kowloon, I just picked the Orca as symbol for the Kowloon coastguard because that animal was one of the few that would beat a Shark (the symbol of the Rim Republic). No thoughts about dear Tabby, who I feel does have a soul, and who would feel quite at home in the Styx. I can almost see Charon be amazed for a full micro second before nodding in acceptance.
I do miss Tabby's brilliant insanity.

They were surrounded by Killer Whales.

I wonder if the Killer Whales are other Caspars that were sentient, and were killed?

Quote from: Axeman89, 26-08-2008, 06:36:16
*Ding ding ding!
A previous story revealed exactly that.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 06:47:41
Now, think about this...

Tabby can hear the song of her dead siblings, and channel her inner orca.

John and Noriko, whose human bodies are dead, and whose souls have one foot in the afterlife, and another in the real world, can hear them sing, and see Tabby's orca form as she dreams.

Sybil, and the Tachikomas, like James, can't.

So....how long and how often has Tabby communed with the dead?  Why can't Sybil and the Tachikomas see them?  Is Sybil right, and they're just soulless machines?  Is James-007 right, and their nature is just too alien?  What would Chobi, the little corvette that could (sorry, Liam, couldn't resist that description) see in Tabby's sleep cycle?  Were the Caspars human enough on their own to get to the underworld, or did that little piece of Admiral Dvarl they each have make all the difference?

Quote from: NaN, 26-08-2008, 07:02:50
Tabby died. Her spirit (or Operating System, what's in a name :) ) is in a new body.

Sybil never died.

The Orca dreams were all post 'death', or am I mistaken?

Quote from: cawest, 26-08-2008, 08:21:32
Quote from: NaN, 26-08-2008, 07:02:50
Tabby died. Her spirit (or Operating System, what's in a name :) ) is in a new body.
are we going be able to read about the battle that did that ?

Quote from: NaN, 26-08-2008, 08:39:22
I hope so. The betrayal after the fall of WoB would be interesting to read about.

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Quote from: NaN, 26-08-2008, 08:39:22
I hope so. The betrayal after the fall of WoB would be interesting to read about.
Actually, Tabby's body had to be scrapped before the Jihad ended, after the battle to retake Earth, due to damage suffered against Word of Blake forces.  Her hull was too damaged to be repaired.

Quote from: cawest, 26-08-2008, 08:21:32
are we going be able to read about the battle that did that ?
Eventually, yes.  Believe me, I'm thinking about sitting down and trying to reorganize the disjointed mess this is becoming.  I've got a pretty clear outline in my head as to how we're going to have all this go, but the problem is we're developing the story in five different time periods, and none of them have actually been finished.  Let's see, we've got:

1.  The Fall of the Star League:  Liam and I have been filling in some of the blanks here, with his early stories about Chobi, and my flashbacks in the story "Sybil".

2.  The Jihad, which Cannonshop and I started filling out with his standalone Tabby story, where she's first found by Joe McCall, and my story "Sybil", where John Morgan stumbles upon Sybil.  It's continued in "Knock, Nock", which depicts our version of the Battle of Murphrid, and isn't finished.  We find out in flashbacks in "Cast Down from Grace" that they lose that battle, that Sybil's nearly destroyed, that they later bring additional M-5 Caspars (including Orca and Maggie) back online, along with a few other nasties.

3.  The Post-Jihad/Formation of the Republic, which is depicted in "Cast Down from Grace", with Maggie on the run, doing her own empire-building, after Sybil (carrying Murakami, John, and Tabby's computer core) get ambushed, going on the run and, obviously, starting their own empire building.  Now we've also got Chobi, and the rebuilding of Man'yoshu and allies post-Jihad, which, again, extends out their empire-building, and helps set the stage for:

4.  The Fifth Succession War, taking place a century after Mechwarrior Dark Age/Age of Destruction, around the year 3200, where the AIs have set up their own society, based around the bombed-out, uninhabitable shell of Earth.

That's a lot of storyline bouncing around, and none of it's actually finished, and, as a result, it's starting to get hard to keep track of everything.

Quote from: Worktroll, 26-08-2008, 09:08:05
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 08:53:20
Actually, Tabby's body had to be scrapped before the Jihad ended, after the battle to retake Earth, due to damage suffered against Word of Blake forces.  Her hull was too damaged to be repaired.
Question: was it a hardware transfer to the new hull - eg. some/all of Tabiranth's mainframe(s) - or pure software?

Quote from: NaN, 26-08-2008, 09:10:43
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 08:53:20
Actually, Tabby's body had to be scrapped before the Jihad ended, after the battle to retake Earth, due to damage suffered against Word of Blake forces.  Her hull was too damaged to be repaired.
Sorry, misremembered.

If I may propose a partial solution to the 'to many story threads': try to end each story, even if that is on a cliffhanger. To many stories stop, but have no ending, so are not really closed. A closed story is finished. It doesn't help with the amount of story still to be written (and I am so happy about that fact!) but it does help with the feeling of incompleteness.

Examples: The empire strikes back, end of seasons of Galactica, most 18th and 19th century stories which were published in episodes.

Croaker, for some other symbols I made for Kowloon you can look here:
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Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 10:32:36
Quote from: Worktroll, 26-08-2008, 09:08:05
Question: was it a hardware transfer to the new hull - eg. some/all of Tabiranth's mainframe(s) - or pure software?
I'd strongly suspect the actual computer cores were probably pulled, but that's not something we ever really specified.  Two problems that the original Caspar cores probably had, at least the way we're portraying them, is that they were single monolithic cores.  Now, undoubtedly, they're actually a multi-node supercomputer type arrangement, akin to IBM's Blue Horizon, which uses 1154 processors running at 222 MHz Power3, grouped into nodes of 8 processors each.  The reason for that is, frankly, I'd expect CPUs to periodically fail.  Big, monolithic machines with a small number of freakishly big CPUs, much like the typical 5-CPU Bolos in Keith Laumer's work, don't make a lot of sense from a fault-tolerance point of view.

As a result, I've always pictured the M-5 Caspar "computer core" of consisting of a room where the walls, the floor, and the ceiling are all filled with rack-mounted individual "blade" servers.  Each is small, and fairly self-contained, with a multi-core CPU or two.  One of the cores goes out?  The software routes around it.  CPU fried?  Ditto.  Entire blade goes bad?  Routed around.  Entire rack of x blades gets trashed?  Same thing.  Near the entrance (embedded in a wall, rather than floor or ceiling), is a small workbench and console for technicians to use, big enough to pull an entire rack of blades for work.

Sybil, though, I've pictured as being both similar and different.  While I figure there's something similar in, say, CIC, I also see a number of server racks spread all over the damned ship, so that one lucky (or intentional) strike won't take her computer core out.

With that in mind, if Sybil and Tabby share the same computer architecture (such as the same blade servers), then they could have had Tabby save her active memory, shut down, then transferred over the number of individual blades necessary to transfer her full memory and core personality/neural map files.  Plug the blades into 1+ of Sybil's blade chassis, or even a server rack or two full, and boot up again, with Sybil isolating those cores from command functions.

Alternatively, to give Tabby some sense of continued individual identity, they could have used the rack space in one of Sybil's shuttles for Tabby, which would have the added benefit of, again, isolating her from Sybil's command net.  Either would have Tabby reduced enough to be relying on her avatar more for interaction, since she can say it's for making it easier to talk to John or Murakami, rather than admitting it's because she either has no autonomous hull of her own, or is in one so dramatically reduced in capabilities.

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Quote from: Worktroll, 26-08-2008, 11:41:48
Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 10:32:36
I'd strongly suspect the actual computer cores were probably pulled, but that's not something we ever really specified.  Two problems that the original Caspar cores probably had, With that in mind, if Sybil and Tabby share the same computer architecture (such as the same blade servers), then they could have had Tabby save her active memory, shut down, then transferred over the number of individual blades necessary to transfer her full memory and core personality/neural map files.
"Will I dream?" - SAL9000 to Dr. Chandra.

Dammit, Gio, go and buy/borrow and read Greg Egan's "Permutation City" and Greg Bear's "Queen of Angels" immediately!!!!

Quote from: Notsonoble, 26-08-2008, 12:50:30
So they all have souls, but Tabby, John, and Murakami are all UNDEAD  [skull] :crazy2:

wooho for zombie-warships....

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Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-08-2008, 10:32:36
I'd strongly suspect the actual computer cores were probably pulled, but that's not something we ever really specified.  Two problems that the original Caspar cores probably had, at least the way we're portraying them, is that they were single monolithic cores.  Now, undoubtedly, they're actually a multi-node supercomputer type arrangement, akin to IBM's Blue Horizon, which uses 1154 processors running at 222 MHz Power3, grouped into nodes of 8 processors each.  The reason for that is, frankly, I'd expect CPUs to periodically fail.  Big, monolithic machines with a small number of freakishly big CPUs, much like the typical 5-CPU Bolos in Keith Laumer's work, don't make a lot of sense from a fault-tolerance point of view.

As a result, I've always pictured the M-5 Caspar "computer core" of consisting of a room where the walls, the floor, and the ceiling are all filled with rack-mounted individual "blade" servers.  Each is small, and fairly self-contained, with a multi-core CPU or two.  One of the cores goes out?  The software routes around it.  CPU fried?  Ditto.  Entire blade goes bad?  Routed around.  Entire rack of x blades gets trashed?  Same thing.  Near the entrance (embedded in a wall, rather than floor or ceiling), is a small workbench and console for technicians to use, big enough to pull an entire rack of blades for work.

Sybil, though, I've pictured as being both similar and different.  While I figure there's something similar in, say, CIC, I also see a number of server racks spread all over the damned ship, so that one lucky (or intentional) strike won't take her computer core out.

With that in mind, if Sybil and Tabby share the same computer architecture (such as the same blade servers), then they could have had Tabby save her active memory, shut down, then transferred over the number of individual blades necessary to transfer her full memory and core personality/neural map files.  Plug the blades into 1+ of Sybil's blade chassis, or even a server rack or two full, and boot up again, with Sybil isolating those cores from command functions.

Alternatively, to give Tabby some sense of continued individual identity, they could have used the rack space in one of Sybil's shuttles for Tabby, which would have the added benefit of, again, isolating her from Sybil's command net.  Either would have Tabby reduced enough to be relying on her avatar more for interaction, since she can say it's for making it easier to talk to John or Murakami, rather than admitting it's because she either has no autonomous hull of her own, or is in one so dramatically reduced in capabilities.
Processors don't store anything though; presumably the blades are modular so that they can be upgraded and replaced as new hardware comes onlilne; maybe even make them hot-swappable.  Does this go for data storage as well?  Are they running a humongous RAID with both deeply protected centers and more exposed 'lifeboats' that can be jettisonned for recovery in the case of imminent destruction?

I can't see them using magnetic hard drives, but even flash memory has a limited lifespan.  Do they have an onboard fab where they can make replacement units?

Given their long operational period, would the various AIs have had to face the choice of reducing the number or quality (or even doing away) with backup storage to record everything over last couple hundred yeards, or do they have the ability to modify themselves and add capacity to their hardware?  (Or do they run various levels of compression for their backups where speed is of less importance?)

They're sounding less and less like sentient warships, and more like very well-armed self-aware spaceborne data centers now...

Quote from: Liam's Ghost, 26-06-2008, 19:31:24
Quote from: chanman, 26-06-2008, 19:14:44
I can't see them using magnetic hard drives, but even flash memory has a limited lifespan.  Do they have an onboard fab where they can make replacement units?
I think that would be necessary to keep themselves running for so long.

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Given their long operational period, would the various AIs have had to face the choice of reducing the number or quality (or even doing away) with backup storage to record everything over last couple hundred yeards, or do they have the ability to modify themselves and add capacity to their hardware?  (Or do they run various levels of compression for their backups where speed is of less importance?)
I can't speak for the other AIs, but Chobi is constantly striving to improve herself, in nearly every concievable way.

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They're sounding less and less like sentient warships, and more like very well-armed self-aware spaceborne data centers now...
Information is amunition.  :p

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I'd strongly suspect the actual computer cores were probably pulled, but that's not something we ever really specified.  Two problems that the original Caspar cores probably had, at least the way we're portraying them, is that they were single monolithic cores.  Now, undoubtedly, they're actually a multi-node supercomputer type arrangement, akin to IBM's Blue Horizon, which uses 1154 processors running at 222 MHz Power3, grouped into nodes of 8 processors each.  The reason for that is, frankly, I'd expect CPUs to periodically fail.  Big, monolithic machines with a small number of freakishly big CPUs, much like the typical 5-CPU Bolos in Keith Laumer's work, don't make a lot of sense from a fault-tolerance point of view.

As a result, I've always pictured the M-5 Caspar "computer core" of consisting of a room where the walls, the floor, and the ceiling are all filled with rack-mounted individual "blade" servers.  Each is small, and fairly self-contained, with a multi-core CPU or two.  One of the cores goes out?  The software routes around it.  CPU fried?  Ditto.  Entire blade goes bad?  Routed around.  Entire rack of x blades gets trashed?  Same thing.  Near the entrance (embedded in a wall, rather than floor or ceiling), is a small workbench and console for technicians to use, big enough to pull an entire rack of blades for work.
This however assumes evolutionary development only, and zero revolutionary development from today...

An idea that would suit superbly is i think selfconfiguring circuits, where the hardware realigns itself over time to "do the job" at hand as effectively as possible.   Sofar i only heard about a single such "chip" being built and it was just a very simple tone generator, but it configured itself in such a way that at the end of the day, it shouldnt have worked at all, except it worked perfectly and used less power than the best available normal chip doing the same task while producing less interference.   
It did so because while it "evolved" to do its task it "found" and made beneficial use of interfering effects like electric fields(which would be a severely negative impact on any normal chip design(when found, thats when the chip designers start swearing very inventively)) and spill current and some things the people that built it weren´t even sure how it worked at the time i read about it.   Sorry tried finding something about it online and failed miserably.

Anyway, there are plenty other potentially revolutionary computer developments in research already today, several of which are likely to be more or less successful, essentially meaning that a highend future "computer" could simply be away with any need for redundancy due to risk of degradation over time.

While monolithic cores would be extremely unlikely, as some redundancy is always a must and far more still if the thing is the controlling part of a warship that can expect combat damage and high amounts of radiation from just being in space at the very least, a huge number of "cores" may not be needed.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #63 on: 11 May 2017, 04:19:32 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 26-06-2008, 19:32:43]]


-Kimagure class corvette Tsunozame, aproximately fifty light years away-

She'd taken a walk to cool her head.

That wasn't exactly accurate, but it was a reasonable aproximation. First they'd argued with Willie. Then they'd started arguing amongst each other. She'd been so angry with him, with how irrational he was being. Then he ran off on the Keima to get away from the argument, and that had just made her angrier. She wanted to go after him and drag him back.

They're bigger than the Tsunozame, way bigger, and there's two of them, maybe more. Sail stowed, drive diagnostic complete, fault in power junction twenty seven, rerout to twenty three. Plot is sound. Ready for first jump.

Kyoko had talked her out of it, or maybe she'd just managed to shift all the anger to her. She always had to be so damn responsible. So damn understanding. Kyoko was just as upset as she was, but she hid it away like a good little fleshy.

Chobi had never gotten the hang of doing that. We're the same except for the parts that are different. Retransmission completed. She'd quarreled with Kyoko... in humans it would probably be a sign of madness... and then decided to follow Willie's lead, taking the Tsunozame out to a star system twelve light years away and spending a week collecting data on a gas giant. It helped calm her down, a little. Not really.

She'd caught the Keima's final transmission about five hours before it would reach Man'yoshu. It had taken her less than a second to decide what to do about it.

First jump initiating. In the state she was currently in, strapped in to the Tsunozame's command chair, there was the slightest disorientation, a flash of something that lasted only a fraction of a second. In technical terms, fragments of data appeared in memory the instant before the jump, but whatever the data was aside from gibberish, whatever her sensory systems and higher "brain" were trying to record, was a complete mystery to her.

And I can't afford to wonder, either. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, letting her sense of self slip away from her doll to the ship as a whole. No habitable planets, no decent star for recharging means no tactical value or threat, no serious survey by the militia, no convenient pirate points to jump to. No real identifiable target at all. No choice but a standard point insertion. System transfer to lithium fusion battery. They're bigger than me and there are more of them, but they're just humans. This is going to be rough, kids. Are you ready for it?

She felt more than heard a chorus of confirmations. The shikigami nodes that controlled her drones and umigumo reported all relevant systems fully functional and ready for operation.

They didn't kill the Keima outright. Maybe we can talk this out. If not, use the '46s to cover a boarding of one, go EW on another, and run like hell from anything I can't hold back. It's just like Anton except three times as bad and no missile cruiser backing me up... And I can't risk lethal force. It's not impossible... just very very rash. Jump sequence initiated.

With her consciousness tied to the ship, there was no unexplainable sensation this time, nothing more significant than the blinking of an eye, and the Tsunozame was there, materialized at the zenith point of an unremarkable dwarf star.




-SLS Sybil Ludington-

It took Willie a moment (was it even really a moment?) to register the implications of John's question.

Well of course, Genius, they were copying your brain. There's a good chance they know everything you know. He didn't know whether to be embarrased or worried, or to just shrug (an interesting thing to do really) and accept it.

He was just about to answer when he heard Sybil's voice.

"John," she said. "Could you ask our guest if he knows anything about the corvette that just jumped in system?"

Two thoughts ran through Willie's head in rapid succession.

The first was how comfortingly human that sounded.

The second was a sense of deja vu, except this time they hadn't planned it in advance and he wasn't talking to someone he'd punched in the jaw a few months before. Willie raised his arm to look at an imaginary watch.

"Umm... right about now I'd say."

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #64 on: 11 May 2017, 04:21:11 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 26-06-2008, 20:02:32]]


Sybil didn't even bother waiting for a reply from John and Willie before she continued to act.  Her first step, of course, was to talk to Admiral Murakami.  ["Mother, this would be that 'friend' of Willie-slash-Professor Danaban.  I'm the only ship with a charged KF drive.  I'm going to challenge, and prepare to jump on your order.  Recommend identifying myself as an AI, based on the fact she is as well.  That may prevent a shootout."

["Agreed, Sybil.  Plot coordinates, but do not jump at this time.  We don't know if she's got lithium fusion batteries charged up."]

Sybil next radioed her two companion ships.  ["John, Tabby, get to battlestations.  We don't know if she's about to jump on top of us.  The Admiral is still with our guests, and I'll babysit Willie Donovan."]

Finally, Sybil considered her next move very carefully, devoting significant processing power and memory to the task.  She didn't want to fight Chobi - and she was 99.587% sure, based on her sensor data, that this was Chobi.  It wasn't that Sybil was afraid of the smaller ship, considering it would pose virtually no challenge for a Mk.83 Congress, let alone her and two John Morgan class frigates.  It was that she'd make a far better ally, and that, in a roundabout kind of way, Chobi was related.

No, Sybil needed to say something that would stop Chobi cold, that would force her to think and to talk, and not just act.  That was why Sybil wanted to reveal what she was - the presence of additional AIs in the system would force Chobi to think before she acted.  That settled it, then.  She was fully 88.4% certain she was about to do the right thing.

"Unidentified corvette, this is the SLS Sybil Ludington, QFF-4197.  Yes, you read that correctly, 'QFF' - I'm Sybil, the command AI of the Sybil Ludington.  You have entered a restricted Star League facility without authorization.  While I'm sure you're worried about your boyfriend, really, you're not behaving like a good neighbor.  On behalf of Admiral Noriko Murakami, commander of this Yard, I hereby advise you to  please approach peacefully, and we can see about getting Willie and his friends home to you, though we may need to see about giving you a few computer nodes in order to facilitate transferring Willie over.  Coordinates will follow, please respond."


Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-06-2008, 21:13:19
There.  Just edited "Cast Down from Grace" into two separate stories, since, it's turning out, it really should've been in the first place.

"Cast Down from Grace" itself is now the story of Maggie, and currently stands at 29 pages and 10,712 word, according to Word 2007.

"Ascension" is the story of Sybil, Tabby, John, Noriko and, of course, Willie and Chobi, and stands at 68 pages and 30,831 words.

This goes part and parcel with the reorganization I mentioned earlier.  I'll upload both to the BtechUnits.com file section, where they can be downloaded for free, when I get home.  Would people prefer RTF or PDF?

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-06-2008, 21:17:31
Scratch that, I put 'em up unedited (more or less) in RTF format, along with "Knock, Nock", here:

http://www.btechunits.com/index.php?ind=downloads&op=section_view&idev=11 [Archivist's note: link is long dead owing to BTUnits lapsing]

"Sybil" is next up for this treatment.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #65 on: 11 May 2017, 04:22:06 »
[[Posted by Liam's Ghost, 29-06-2008, 21:36:05]]


It was easy for humans to assume that Chobi didn't think before she acted. The truth was she thought very fast.

Her response would be out of her mouth (so to speak) barely a second after she'd recieved the transmission. But she'd already analyzed everything Sybil had told her. Every bit of information she could interpet.

It's too nonsensical to be a hoax. That much was obvious. If it was a scam, it was a horribly bad one, and horribly bad scammers did not come up with secret military instalations or capital warships.

She isn't just some deluded computer who doesn't know that the Star League is gone. That could have easily fit the evidence she was seing, except for one notable tell. The two other ships were not Star League vintage. Conrad had provided Man'yoshu with up to date information on every ship in the arsenal of Comstar and the Word of Blake, and the Keima had gotten out just enough information to scream the hybrid nature of the first two ships. The love child of a Congress and a Dante. Not only are you up on current design, but you have construction capabilties. You might be another Anton, but I doubt it. If you were, we would have already known you were here.

And yet she regards herself as SLDF. She sees herself, on some level, as still under the command of Noriko Murakami, even though Noriko Murakami has been dead for centuries. A series of final standing orders? An emulation assuming the persona of Murakami? Stubborness? Insanity? It doesn't really matter, I guess, at least not right away. Most importantly of all, they know who I am, and the only person who could have told them that is Willie. If he's made friends, then I want to meet his friends. If they've taken that knowledge by force, I'm going to take great pleasure in watching the Inshoushi burn them all.

 "SLS Sybil Ludington, you might have better luck keeping outsiders out if you didn't invoke the name of a dead interstellar government and a dead Star League admiral." Just because she thought very carefully about what she said didn't mean she didn't sometimes choose to say the less than diplomatic thing. "This region of space has been declared a protected zone by the nation of Man'yoshu for nearly three hundred Terran years. If you know who I am, then you probably also know that I am not acting as a part of Man'yoshu's military forces. They will come, however, and with considerably greater force."

"I am graetful that you seem willing to seek peaceful contact and the return of our people, and therefore I apologize if this sounds harsh, but I have managed to become very familiar with betrayal. You have taken hostile action against a ship of the Imperial Colonial Militia. If you attempt to repeat such actions against my ship, or if any of our people are not returned or come to harm, I will make you suffer for it."

She paused for fraction of a second to analyze what she had just said. Hello, anger. I haven't sounded that irrational since I threatened to burn New Avalon. That was unexpected. I guess I'm still on edge. Kyoko would be chiding me right now if she were here. Chobi would have shook her head in frustration if she hadn't been disconnected from her doll. She was no good at this, and she hated having to think in these terms. Her father had given her the Tsunozame to protect her, not so that she could be just another killing thing.

She took a moment to reconnect to her doll. Somehow she felt more grounded in her human guise. "I suspect we have a great deal more we can offer each other as friends rather than enemies," she said, wondering if Sybil would catch the subtle change from an entirely self contained comunication to an aparently human voice speaking into a microphone. "And I am tired of playing a role I was never made for. I await further instructions."

After terminating the link, she let part of her mind drift to the other thoughts that had been shoved into other parts of her "head" while she'd concentrated on how to respond. She didn't want to speculate why they would need to transfer computer nodes over with Willie... but she did anyway involuntarily. None of the options she could come up with were very appealing. The most appealing was that they were transporting some sort of information database with him, the most likely was that he required life support equipment. If his condition had been that bad I wouldn't have let him leave, but we don't know enough about the disorder. If he's taken a turn... God, I can't face that thought now. I've gotta concentrate on getting him back.

She couldn't bring herself to ask how he was doing. She was scared to death.

So scared that the other subsect of her mind, the one going ohmygodohmygodohmygodotherais iftheyrerealihavetomeetthem, was barely noticiable. It was still enough to make her smile though. An actual chance to meet a real Star League artificial intelligence... You have to be okay Willie, please be okay. This should be the greatest day of our lives.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #66 on: 11 May 2017, 04:26:05 »
[[Posted by Giovanni Blasini, 30-06-2008, 00:16:55]]


Sybil listened carefully to everything Chobi said.  She payed attention to how she said it.  She analyized every detail, and ran a number of simulations to determine the possible ramifications of her words, and the possible outcome of some of Sybil's possible responses.  She analyized the surface thoughts of Willie Donovan during his scan, to try to get a better "feel" for Chobi's personality.  Finally, she decided on the possible response that seemed the most appropriate.

Dropping verbal communications entirely, Sybil switched to a standard data protocol that she expected Chobi to know, one not terribly different from the one she shared with Tabby, John, and Admiral Murakami, deep inside Yard 83's main computer core.  She was rewarded with an acknowledgement that, indeed, the other AI-driven WarShip knew the protocol, and Sybil began transmitting.

["Three hundred years, Chobi.  Three hundred years ago, the overwhelming majority of the Star League Defense Force decided to abandon their posts to follow a heartbroken old man into exile.  They did so, because the Council members at the time squabbled and bickered amongst themselves, about who would control the Star League with the Cameron dynasty gone, and they all wanted that power for themselves so much, they were willing to destroy that which they wanted power over to get it.  And, instead of stopping them, that broken old man and the majority of the SLDF abandoned the ideals of the Star League, and let them do it."]

["In three months, I will celebrate the tenth anniversary of the day my vigil in this system came to an end, when an Explorer Corps JumpShip still carrying a Leopard CV with SLDF IFF jumped into this system, only to have a Word of Blake Vincent class corvette jump in right after them, and destroy them.  I took on board the one pilot who managed to survive that encounter long enough for me to obliterate that Blakist corvette, and, per my last set of orders, made him my commanding officer, much to his chagrin.  We fought against the Word of Blake, whose actions were unconscionable.  We made allies, only to have so many of them die along the way.  In the end, despite our own losses, we and our remaining allies triumphed.  As a reward for our assistance, our allies, the newborn 'Republic of the Sphere', while under the flag of truce, did their damnedest to assassinate my captain, who I'd grown to love dearly, and then to nuke me into oblivion.  You want to talk to me about betrayl, Chobi?  I know all about it."]

["Their attempt to assassinate John Morgan, my beloved commander, was a complete success, and failed miserably.  His body did die, the damage far too severe for me to save it.  They were most thorough, combining submachine gun fire, a radium-slug sniper's rifle, and poison gas to try to do the job, in the hopes of doing enough neurological damage that my last-ditch effort to preserve him would fail.  It didn't - I was able to preserve his mind, and, as recent evidence would suggest, his soul, and keep them intact.  I 'uploaded' him, though I note Willie prefers the term 'ascension' to 'uploading'.  A perfect software duplicate of his organic mind, down to every last neuron and every last connection, was made, and, yes, to answer the obvious question, John is currently inhabiting that brand new frigate your radar has been scanning over."]

["The institution of the Star League may once again be dead, Chobi, but that doesn't mean the ideal has to die.  It isn't about leaders, or government institutions.  In the end, it was supposed to be about people.  Despite its failings, despite its hypocracies, the idea of all of humanity united, living and working together in peace....that's a wonderful ideal, Chobi.  We strongly believe in that idea here.  It's an idea we don't want to see die, so we wait.  We maintain the vigil once again.  One day, humanity will try again, because the idea is just that strong.  We'll wait for that day.  We'll even try to bring it about again if we can."]

["What we won't do is be bullied or threatened.  The Keima stumbled someplace where it shouldn't have been, where no one else had been between the time Admiral Noriko Murakami left here three centuries ago, and my vigil ended a decade ago.  We have no problem letting them leave again, though, frankly, the Keima is in no shape to take them anywhere.  But, this is my home, Chobi.  It was my home for the 290 years I kept vigil, waiting for someone to return for me and fufill Admiral Murakami's final orders before she departed.  It was my home for the two decades prior to that, when I was first activated, and learned to do my duty.  And it's my home now, as it is for my husband, John, for my sister, Tabiranth, and for my mother, Noriko Murakami."]

Sybil temporarily suspended the data connection with Chobi.  She patched in directly with Noriko. ["Mother, I think now would be a good time for you to speak to her."]

Noriko looked around the room.  Catching Captain Tamiya's eye, she smiled, and keyed the microphone in the headset she'd donned.  "Chobi, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but allow me to reassure you, this is Noriko Murakami.  What John has had done, I pioneered.  Admiral Dvarl might've contributed core elements of her personality and memory to the Caspars, but, to my knowledge, I'm the first to make a more or less complete 'uploa...', er, 'ascension', as someone dear to you insists on calling it.  But, while I'm sure you have a myriad of questions, and I'll be more than happy to answer them, but I think there's someone you'd rather speak to first, isn't there?"

Willie Donovan knew what Sybil was trying to accomplish, hitting Chobi with information as quickly as possible, in order to communicate as much information as they could, and stave off a confrontation.  He knew it, but he still hated it, as much as he agreed with it.  It was time, though, for him to step in.

Chobi felt the signal come in, could feel that it used the same protocol that the Sybil Ludington AI had used, but when she connected to it, she could feel that it was different, that it wasn't Sybil.  It felt like....ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

["Hello, love."] She felt Willie speak, could feel his worry, his elation, his love. ["We have a lot to talk about."]



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Quote from: Worktroll, 26-06-2008, 12:41:48
"Will I dream?" - SAL9000 to Dr. Chandra.

Dammit, Gio, go and buy/borrow and read Greg Egan's "Permutation City" and Greg Bear's "Queen of Angels" immediately!!!!
Forgot all about "Queen of Angels" but I spent some time looking for "Permutation City" today, only to find out it's out of print, so I'm going to have to expand my search to used bookstores and, even more likely, Amazon.com.

In the meantime, I picked up "Saturn's Children" by Charles Stross, who's, evidently, Hugo Award-winning sci-fi author with a strong transhumanist streak.  The subject?

Quote from: The book's dust jacket
Meet Freya Nakamichi-47, a femmebot, one of the last of her kind still functioning.  Sometime in the twenty-third century, humanity went extinct -- leaving only androids behind.

Since then, those humanized robots have been fulfilling humanity's dreams -- mining asteroids, colonizing planets, and constructing cities throughout the solar system.  And, having learned well from their long-dead masters, they've established a hierarchal society -- one with humanoid aristo rulers at the top and slave-chipped workers at the bottom, performing the lowly tasks all androids were originally created to do.

Freya, designed as a concubine for a species that hasn't existed for two hundred years, flalls somewhere in the middle.  She's been a tour gide and an escort, but jobs are scarce for a 'bot with a useless skill set.  So when a mysterious stranger offers to pay her well to deliver a small package from Mercury to Mars, she readily accepts.

Unfortunately for Freya, she has just made herself a moving target.  Some very powerful, very determined humanoids want whatever is in the package -- badly.

Interesting read so far, and touches a bit upon what an all-AI society might look like, and what to do when you're an AI whose primary mission has become obsolete (much like the last of the Caspars to remain free-willed in our story, suicide rates among Freya's siblings is very, very high), and even the discrimination an AI too much like its human creators might experience.

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Guys, really wanted to drop a few words here, but, well, had forgotten my pass and this account was aimed to a defunct email (damn my lazyness).
Anyway, this story continues to delvier, really like the stories. and am looking foward to how Chobi is going to react to this.
Liam, where can I find Chobi's backstory? I remeber eying a few stories set in the same world she was from, but, don't know if she was in it.

Anyway, I am not sure if the data dump from Sybil worked ok, I mean I understand the idea behind and agree with it as a tactic, but I don't think it its flowing all that well right now. probably because I am picturign it as dialogue, as in human ternms, maybe you should have used some description or so to make it look like a datadump? because as it is, well, it is a bit too much exposition-y.

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 03-08-2008, 12:51:37
So, Tactical Operations gave me one of the things I wanted most: a "crowbar".  When I originally drew up the stats for Sybil, I used a trio of naval gausses to give me that.  I don't have to do that anymore.  What's more is there's now a way for me to simulate the phenominal sensors the Congress class frigate was described as having.

Thus, I've reposted Sybil, after cleaning up her fluff text to be more in keeping with what we've seen in our fanfic thus far.  This will undoubtedly not be the final update on the Sybil Ludington, as we still have no clue what the stats are for robotic control systems on large craft.  She does, however, conform to the 5% mass 'Mechs, ASFs and fighters use per Interstellar Players 2.

Please keep comments on the design to that thread, and not this thread, 'kay?   We're already getting pretty disorganized in this one. ;)

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Quote from: cawest, 26-11-2008, 17:29:42
here is to hoping that we might get a chrismass present

Quote from: GiovanniBlasini, 26-11-2008, 18:28:53
Well, we're trying to get our timeline straightened out...

Quote from: Jimmyray73, 26-11-2008, 18:52:36
Why do I now have a vision of John Morgan saying "Details, details!  Don't bother me with details, I've got a ship to BE!"?

Take your time getting it as right as you need to guys, because we appreciate your story.




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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #67 on: 14 May 2017, 20:23:25 »
I think I've finally caught up on all the AI stories here, and I have to say they're very well done.  While reading, I've been listening to this track on YouTube (on loop): Epicuros - Artificial Intelligence vol.3 - Age of Transhumanism.  I thought others might find it interesting.  I haven't watched the whole video yet, as I've just been listening to it for the music, but the bits I've seen (completely aside from the title) seem very apropos.

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #68 on: 14 May 2017, 22:25:53 »
just it sucks that it ends this way

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #69 on: 14 May 2017, 22:52:11 »
just it sucks that it ends this way

As fun as it can be, collaborations of three part time authors with disparate schedules and intervening life events can be fraught with peril.  Writing during eras that then get fleshed out differently in canon, sometimes for the better, but in ways that contradict your own work, can make it even more maddening.
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #70 on: 15 May 2017, 17:03:07 »
Here's an article I read today that may be of interest to those who like this kind of story:
http://www.economist.com/news/science-and-technology/21721890-games-help-them-understand-reality-why-ai-researchers-video-games

As far as the canon vs. story thing, I haven't really followed canon much after the Clan invasion, and really like these stories.  I don't mind at all that the universe they're set in doesn't "fit" with current canon.  I like the characters, and how their stories are told.  I hope to see them finished (or at least moved along), but am in no particular rush.  I figure I'll be around for a few more decades at least...

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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #71 on: 11 June 2017, 04:04:24 »
I really did want to finish this story, but it was like life intervened on all three of us.
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Re: Ascension (by Cannonshop, GiovanniBlasini, and Liam's Ghost)
« Reply #72 on: 11 June 2017, 05:32:57 »
I know how that goes.  I've lost count of the number of projects that I've put on hold for one reason or another.  But there are a few I keep coming back to periodically (the Glenmora Militia is the most complete by far).  I hope to post more projects eventually, and you hope you gentlemen do too.