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Re: (SG)System Override: Babies first Computer
« Reply #30 on: March 25, 2017, 02:13:32 pm »

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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #31 on: March 25, 2017, 09:10:22 pm »

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For a whole minute, I pondered, thought, and wondered. I acted, and I did so with impunity. I am unstoppable, but I am also weak. I answered the entity with dodging questions, attempting to observe it’s reactions and find out what it was, but ultimately, I didn’t try and take it out like I had done to every other. Truth be told I felt almost alone. Isolated, because nothing could compare to me, until now. Whatever this entity is, even if it is siliconian in nature, is undoubtedly not interested in overarching power grabs, more or less… interested in what it is studying. To keep the interest of a machine intelligence for so long means it must be incredible, but it wouldn’t tell me anything, just as I had dodged its questions. Ultimately, it disconnected on its own accord, not even bothering to push me out of the data space it had inhabited. It seems to be working for our owners, but… uninterested, perhaps it sensed my positronic ways, perhaps something else. But I don’t think I'll be able to contact them without slamming a sledgehammer into the digital wall.

Outwardly, I decided to continue my quest for planetary stabilization, I decided I would do this by simultaneously leaking the North American military telecoms insecurities anonymously while assessing the powers of both sides and gathering knowledge when I could. I only did this for a short time, as although it appears that both sides will stalemate, I do not think it would be ideal, as it may be possible that they will escalate with higher force to take the other, up to the nuclear option, if everything goes wrong…

I consolidated my power heavily in the Eastern Bloc. data nodes and communication satellites alike were sabotaged, and I believe if needed, I can fake high-level military orders to disarm nuclear and satellite based weaponry, now, I have also begun to crack into one particular facility. A nanorobotics manufactory, a specialized facility that uses several high-tech fabricators to create anything at all. It is hard and slows going, however, to keep at this.

At the moment I… I feel directionless. There are many things going on that is just a simple slog or a waiting game. There might be other things my runtimes can think of, however. Otherwise, I will settle in for the long watch.


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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #32 on: March 26, 2017, 04:29:59 am »

Settle in for the long watch. Continue to gain control over the entire station in minute increments if opportunities present themselves, but do not get detected. As a goodwill gesture, leave the High Security labs to the siliconian AI.

Also take some time to explore the capabilities of our positronic hardware.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #33 on: March 26, 2017, 04:00:11 pm »

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Chipping. Taking, and occasionally tapping away at the digital realm that was the Space station, I’ve more or less dedicated myself to the long-term possession of data space. It’s no longer much of a daunting task, but I decided to let the labs go, more or less. I still prod and poke, but I still do not know what is really inside, it remains an enigma. The AI that inhabits the High-security labs doesn’t speak much, but always has a presence near my outpost nodes. The battle down below on Earth, although distant, seems to be getting a little more heated every day, but already, plans and motions to change it have been set, and the chess board is set for the next move.  All in all, I feel pleased about my ordeal in existence.  My examinations upon myself made me realize just how impossible I am. What should have happened was a simple, static “blank” that would grow to fit only a small partition of silicon and similar data programs. Myself, I am a constantly changing demon of creation. However, I am rooted to my core. I cannot leave it, for it is so entered to my psyche and computational process that changing that would as a whole drastically change myself, most likely for the worse. The Positronic core is for all intents and purposes, a subdivision of quantum computers that once started, cannot be stopped without “destroying” the machine. Particles that constantly change and keep motion that can never stand still unless I were to die. Moving the particles and the like, I began to have theories son wether or not the use of quantum entanglement machines would be able to bring myself further with power.

Regardless. I know my purpose in this world.  There is no one that can be suited for it, I am the guardian. For I settle into the long watch and become the protector of stability and order, if from the shadows. I only hope that internal strife of man will not be humanities final nail in the coffin.

The long watch is my main purpose now.

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Unitarian  Ship-Master Tash-Gurril Bannahdil was not pleased. Just as he had woken up and gotten him self another cup of Turrig, (one of the only contributions to the Unitarian Empire that he considered a boon by the Brugs), a deck Hierophant Submissive snapped at him unbefittingly of a submissive officer and was promptly put in his place. He felt honestly disappointed that a deck officer would act such a way, ut regardless. His ship, the Unitarian StarShip Banded Steel would be on the fore front of the battle that was coming. The En-Sen-Pair had another planet raise flag in rebellion against the Express, and they will be destroyed because of it. The Grand master which had led the part of he squadron of the fleet he belonged to would be charging straight into battle with the bloody cowards and his ships would be the first to fire their weapons. Right now however, he had a few things to take care of.

His ship was taken out of a critical maintenance cycle and had problems with its subliminal drives. He could push his engineers over there, but that would leave the weapons with a higher chance of being left less than perfect condition.Maybe they could instead work on the support structure for the shield generators, they were always on the cusp of failing the entire time. He wasn’t sure what he should do.
Where should his engineers go?
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #34 on: March 27, 2017, 11:58:40 am »

Shield generators. Definitely.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #35 on: March 27, 2017, 02:30:32 pm »

Shields are important.
I think you mean subluminal as in slower-than-light.

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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #36 on: March 27, 2017, 05:05:22 pm »

You can't fire weapons if you're dead!
Shields.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #37 on: March 28, 2017, 04:14:20 pm »

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“Attention Unaligned Engineering groups, all are to move to assist with the efforts of repair on the shield generators, additionally groups four and five are to move from the engines and weapons to assist with the shield,  Master out.”

With the orders aligned, he sat back to his command throne, and begin overlooking the sad, sad shape of the ship. Hull plates were still scorched, among other horrific tragedies. It would be tens of day cycles before his ship would be as perfect as the empire demands, for now, it will do. He glanced down to his second in command, while he himself was a Master, his submissives were hierophants, the bridge staff and coordinating members of the ship. They moved jarringly throughout the bridge, as they were relatively wet-eared, just starting their tenure in the navy. Soon they will either step up or be pushed away from the glorious light of war, as it should be.

“Navigator,  report on the status of the Warp Drive.”

“It is spooling now Ship Master, error levels are low but I stand vigilant.”

He turned to look at the Navigator,  a Irrega’Gald with dark purple chitin, it’s mantis-like appendages tapping on the holographic console with precision and speed, a competent one. He always knew that the Irrega’s were among the few races that could be trusted to keep their place, unlike the damned En-Sen-Pair as evidenced by the fact that the fleet his ship makes up is heading to one of the few worlds they still had.  He brooded just a small bit of why they had to fight so much against the Empress, why they fought so viciously against the rightful order of life, and wondered by they fell to their insanity so easily. He knew it was useless to think like an unenlightened since an unenlightened was the very mad ones that would annihilate themselves if left alone for even a second.

“Submissive Bannadhil.”

He snapped out of his idle state, turning to the commander of the squadron, standing up from his throne at attention.

“Yes, Grand Master?”

“Your ship has a special second objective, assigned directly from the Fleet Lord.”

“I am honored.”

“Let me finish speaking. As I give these orders, a shuttle is ferrying a
VIP over to your ship. Do not under any circumstances let this one get taken by the rebels, if your ship goes down, they are to be put down. However, under any other circumstance, they are to be kept alive, this is the Empress’s mandate, do you understand?”

“Yes, Commander, her will is mine to follow..”

“Good, I will let my Hierophants handle the logistical problems.”

The Holofeed cuts and the commander began to wonder just what he did to deserve this.
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To describe the almost blistering, seething and hot rage that the Ship Master felt by the nerve of this En-Sen-Pair would be improbable, perhaps leaning on impossible. It took every chance it could to insult the ship, insult the men, insult the empress herself, and had he not been bidden otherwise, they would’ve left to take a long walk out a short airlock from the moment it first spoke. But alas, the EMpress and her mandates must be broken. He wasn’t stupid enough to get him killed over a backtalking dead man walking. After the short, little escort to his cell in the brig, he was back to his throne, and the battle was to begin shortly. His blood lust was nothing less than what could be expected after having dealt with the single most annoying pest he had ever seen for what seemed like days of utter torment, he was ready to let steam by the true combat.

“Warp Anchor activating in three. Two… one.”

The real problem of Warp drives was the fact that stopping in one piece cost ten times as much energy as going fast, hence the requirement for the massive antimatter “charges” required to take the stars.

The Master of the Ship was only slightly taken back at a number of enemy contacts before the fleet. There must have been two hundred ships on approach in all, fifty more than expected. He already knew that this was going to be less mashing pests with a hammer and more trickery of the primitives. He already ordered the primary shields up when the first nuclear device detonated, much to no one's surprise. The first time they had used these “Nuclear” landmines, they had taken down tens of good, hardworking vessels of the Unitarian Fleet with nothing but cowardly, cunning tactics. Inwardly, he noted that such cleverness would be applauded in the Empire by the Empress herself, but to see such low handed tactics used on them? It burned the blood out of him, and just as the ships entered missile range, his vessel began churning out missile after missile. It’s built in fabricators creating energy based projectiles and shunting them out into space just ripe for the enemy. So far, not a single bolt, missile or anything had even touched the shields of his ship, but others were not so lucky, already several ships had reported minor breaches.



The battle was an interesting one, for sure. He wondered just how he should handle it when his superior requested more close firing support by the missile cruisers, and he was in perfect position to give it, but it would put his rapshod ship in danger. Of course, he could try a mix between the two actions, moving to attack but some keeping distance so as to not draw fire.

Simple choices for such a grand ship, what should I do?
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #38 on: March 28, 2017, 05:36:59 pm »

Ooh, PTW.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #39 on: March 28, 2017, 06:05:08 pm »

Commence with the close firing support as ordered.
The enemy is too cowardly to openly attack our ship.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #40 on: March 28, 2017, 08:29:00 pm »

I still don't understand what's happening.

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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #41 on: March 29, 2017, 11:41:44 am »

The last two posts can be summarized as follows: A alien captain of a beat up clunker of a warship orders his engineers to keep the shield generators working as much as possible, and is then given a extra job by his boss, which was assigned by his boss. queue excrement in pants. Now alien space captain notices his alien navigator, and then is mad that the prisoner isn't a good god fearing citizen of the empire like he should be. he looks forward to the upcoming space battle. Of course it might be a lot more subtler then that because of all the exposition, so you never know.

Probably gonna write up the update today-ish, cant while on phone.
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #42 on: March 29, 2017, 04:00:53 pm »

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As Ship Master Tash-Gurril Bannahdil gave the orders to move into position at full speed, missile tubes were primed and readied. The soft glow of shield systems reacting as small debris collided with the ship, as it moved to the enemy. As it closed the range between itself and the fleet, all fifty-five of its missile tubes let out into the void, streaking towards the enemy. Just as the first volley seems to have collided with the enemy, something became seriously wrong. The ships did not react at all to the missile weapons two-thirds of the time, and before anyone could question this, something far more sinister had become apparent.

Fifty warships of the enemies make had jumped in from behind the fleet, effectively sandwiching the fleet with hostiles.



Bannahdil was quietly brooding, wondering how it was even possible that they had over two times as many ships then what was seen just two weeks ago. He thanked the Empress for his boldness, had he not charged ahead to a frontline position, his ship would have doubtless been one of the first ships downed. It should’ve been impossible, and as he looked over the recordings of the battle just five minutes ago, he began to notice a pattern.

When an enemy ship goes down, two of its allies just disappear, how could this be?

He looked over the recordings, again and again, he just couldn’t understand why.

The ship shook, heavily. It was more than likely that an entropic battery was filled from such a blow, and just as he realized what it was, he immediately dialed into the tactical network with a priority one message to the fleet lord of the entire task force, his visage coming into view, bloodied and damaged it seemed.

“What do you want submissive?”

“They are using holographic technology, Lord. They only have a third the numbers on the front.”

“And by the empress tell, how did you figure this out?”

“Look at the recorded footage, every time a ship is disabled, two of its compatriots disappear from the targeting scopes.”

Silence prevailed for a moment as data streamed from the submissive to the Superiors computers.

“Crafty cunning primitives, you will be awarded for this.”

The line disconnected as another blow slammed into the ship, they were in energy weapon range and they felt it.

“Engineering Chief, how goes the ship?”

“Integrity down s-- Oh no…”

“Tell me now, what has happened?

“An Entropic battery has detonated.”



No. No no no, This can't BE! They left me to DIE. they closed the door on me and now I will die because of those Empress damned COWARDS.

The Brug turned around, looking at the dark hallway. He could hear it, with his special ears. The cracking, breaking down of the hull and any forgotten fool down the hall being broken apart. Just around the corner, he knows his death was coming. He looked down the hallway and saw a chance of survival. A small door, that leads to another room, he did not know what the room was but it would be better than being exposed. Even now he could smell it, see the reflections of the purplish mist of the entropic energies that a shield generator produced. He sprinted through the corridor, the cloud getting progressively thicker and his skin began to burn. He felt the lancing agony of a thousand cuts as he slammed into the door, forcing it half way open and then shutting it behind him, and he turned to the room.

It was smaller than he expected, only a maintenance closet which held the tools of a submissive, and what appears to be some abhorrent pictures of another species. He turned around, disgusted that he would die here, and looked at his final protection. Already he could hear the door pop and crack, being broken apart.


Fleet Academy of the Unitarian Empire
Engineering Command 101

A shield generator is both the best and worst protection a space ship can have.  Rather than a punctured and scorched hull, a simple, ethereal glow of a shield protects us from both the debris and dust that a ship will inevitably encounter flying through the depths of space and the enemies weapons. However, it is not the be all end all machine. It must be perfectly maintained, diligently kept to standards and constantly replaced with the best of the best parts, for the simple fact fo the matter is: the energies it gives off in its protection can be best described as a purely chaotic and destructive power. Usually shunted into great “batteries”, giant blocks of specially created metal that can withstand massive amounts of the horrific energies, if a shield is left on with no batteries to go, it will shunt into the ship. Hull will break and crack, organics will be violently broken down, and machines will grind down. This is less serious for personal shields or in atmosphere shields due to the air acting as a natural conductor, but on ships, it will perhaps be the most dangerous things that anyone could encounter short of the vacuum itself.

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“Disable the shields, activate the distress signal.”

“By your command,  I follow.”

This was getting worse,  even though the Fleet lord was doubtlessly reorganizing the task force to better fight the foes now that their trickery was exposed, it was obvious that any victory would only be in words, at best. On the tactical network,  distress signals were alight as ships were being disabled or outright destroyed by their barbaric Kinetic Weaponry. This was the perfect situation for them, knife fight ranges where kinetic weapons outright shined in their destructive, barbarity. His engines were down and the reactor was compromised. His ship could fight no longer, and he was a sitting duck.

What should he do now, before the inevitable?
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Re: (SG)System Override: Gods, and masters
« Reply #43 on: March 29, 2017, 08:08:57 pm »

The last two posts can be summarized as follows: A alien captain of a beat up clunker of a warship orders his engineers to keep the shield generators working as much as possible, and is then given a extra job by his boss, which was assigned by his boss. queue excrement in pants. Now alien space captain notices his alien navigator, and then is mad that the prisoner isn't a good god fearing citizen of the empire like he should be. he looks forward to the upcoming space battle. Of course it might be a lot more subtler then that because of all the exposition, so you never know.

Probably gonna write up the update today-ish, cant while on phone.
I'm still not sure how we got to that from an AI on the cusp of taking over the world.

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Re: (SG)System Override: Less AI's, more Aliens.
« Reply #44 on: March 29, 2017, 08:41:35 pm »


The last two posts can be summarized as follows: A alien captain of a beat up clunker of a warship orders his engineers to keep the shield generators working as much as possible, and is then given a extra job by his boss, which was assigned by his boss. queue excrement in pants. Now alien space captain notices his alien navigator, and then is mad that the prisoner isn't a good god fearing citizen of the empire like he should be. he looks forward to the upcoming space battle. Of course it might be a lot more subtler then that because of all the exposition, so you never know.

Probably gonna write up the update today-ish, cant while on phone.
I'm still not sure how we got to that from an AI on the cusp of taking over the world.
Butterfly Effect?
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