Lizzie the Worker Drone gets off on monsters that can kill her. Lizzie the Dismantler Drone is a monster capable of killing almost anyone. This means she takes genuine pleasure in the horror of her victims when they realize their fate. And she's out there, anon. She knows where you are.
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>>341796 >Every night >Every. Single. Night >Without exception >And then she brags about it the next day, because autistic retard with no filter >Such is life >Only 80 more years to go! >Hopefully...
>>341796 >Uzi spergs out, autistically trying to "prove" she's a sex-haver now >Manages to convince the entire bunker they aren't clanging in the process >N has to "console" her through the entirety of the next night to fix her self esteem
A quick Eye green >It was another day on copper 9. Winds calm,sunlight glistening,bunker filled with life as any other day. >As at small run down building lays Eyes little makeshift home >Often than not Eye usually spent alone. But a few months prior he discovered something he seen before >"Otherwordly" is the best he can describe them. And who is this person?:GOD >Well more promptly a replacement god to be exact since when first encountering them and talking to them, it seems theyre still new to the whole god stuff >Especially when Eye rambeled on the whole mythos of different god patheons,what each god does,and many more >Before defaulting to the whole "omnipresent" god type as they describe themselves as >And Eye felt guilty of not sheltering the poor thing, especially when they describe where they live too:run down, damping cold place that feels like an empty void...the same way how Eye use to live before until meeting with Lizzy >And just like Lizzy, Eye decied to take GOD underneath his wing and let them stay at his place >And ever since thay fateful day Eye couldnt help feel that every day became a bit better than the last. Those horrid nightmares he once have appear less and less,he become more talkative, meeting new people, feel more confident of his choices...everything felt...a bit better >And sure there are days where I can get pretty chaotic, especially with Holly and Alpha coming into the picture. But it the good kind of chaos that anyone could enjoy >And Eye reflected upon this encounter he noticed that his little GOD fast asleep. She always knows how to tucker herself out >Thus he switch which what he likes to call his "cuddle mode". Instead that long egregious name that basically mean electrical blanket mode >As he cuddle in closer, putting her head onto his chest. His systems slowing themselves down,as he visor began slowly fading a thought pop into his head before he went to sleep >"I wonder if holly would like the idea of us moving in with her...yeah I think they both will like....it...." >[SYSTEMS SWITCHING TO "CUDDLE MODE"] >[ESTIMATED TIME 30 MINUTES BEFORE TURNING BACK TO NORMAL MODE] The End
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>>341796 >like her mother before her did in Cabin Fever, Uzi tries to convince all and sundry that she is an accomplished sex haver despite not having any of the necessary anatomy >unlike Nori, Uzi can't even pretend she's had sex with human men, who would at least be able to have some sort of intercourse with her >she tries to convince everyone that her boyfriend she's too tsundere to have so much as kissed yet is regularly destroying the pussy she doesn't have with the fat hog he doesn't have
>>341827 >Holly >having a child >Sentinel Holly even: who would be able to set her mecha-womb to implant infinity genemods
That poor creature would be the most uptuned, hyper-specialized, overly-researched abomination Humanity could possibly engineer. Even more so if it was born a Sentinel or male given how Holly designed the Hunter-Killer models vs regular Blues. I pity the anon that finds this a desirable fate.
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I'm sure he and God have lots of wholesome fun together. Fun not in any way involving drone dissembly or "experimentation" with his most private parts...
>>341830 >Hollyspawn anon is a genetically perfect human with enhancements that make him basically Wesker >problem is because he's Hollys son he's less human and more test subject >His character arch is learning to actually be human
>>341835 >the only reason he looks human is so that he counts for the repop program >if she lacked that limiter he would be a nanite-infused abomination best compared to the Solver's creatures
>Molli very rarely gets to have genuine fun while playing video games. >That's because she doesn't get to decide what she gets to play on a given day. >Her producer does and that man is as tasteless and out of touch as you can get. >That's why her gaming catalog is so saturated with digital garbage. >Quintuple A slop, the latest Concordlike, brainrotten algorithm bait, tacky horror games with her legacy's face smeared over it, anything that can fork over wnough money to get a sponser deal. >But there's one game that Molli dreads more than anything. >Onr so horrible and stress inducing that she needs to be defragged before and after the stream
>>341865 Imagine the disappointment a drone feels when their new master actually uses them to clean instead of having raunchy french-maid sex with them. Everyone knows that drones were marketed as maids and butlers because the law wouldn't allow "insatiable sex drones" to be advertised to the public.
>>341869 Alright she *may* be a little high milage, but that just means experience! And her internals are still top of the line! At least they were 20 years ago...
Either way you just need her for routine housework! That's not something an older model should have trouble with! I mean just look at her: ain't she the very model of a modern maid?
>>341800 >what would it actually take to "fix" V realistically? Is it even possible in her current state? Just wait for VOlcaldera Ashfall to come out and copy whatever James does to get the best ending.
>>341887 Yes, but I don't want to paint a target on my back so I will remain an anonymous writefag. It'll be left up to you to figure out which greens were by me.
>>341533 >Uzi sat cross-legged on the soft bed, still wearing the fluffy black pajamas with the railgun on hand. >She polished the barrel with slow, grumpy circles, muttering the whole time. >"Stupid comfy room… stupid fizzy oil… stupid hive freak." >"I know you definitely watching me right now…” >She took another long sip from the tall glass. >The strawberry-flavored oil tasted way too good. >Sweet, warm, and somehow made her chest feel lighter even while her brain screamed this is trap. >She set the glass down harder than necessary. >“Whatever. At least you're not trying to eat my oil...yet.” >The vent above her bed clicked open with the exact same soft hiss she’d heard earlier in N’s direction. >The same mysterious particles began spreading from the vents again. >Uzi’s polishing slowed. >Her visor flickered. >The room around her dissolved and reshaped. >Suddenly she was standing in the middle of the Colony auditorium. >Lights warm and banners waving. >Every single worker drone she’d ever known packed shoulder-to-shoulder, cheering her name. >“Uzi! Uzi! Uzi!” >Her classmates: Lizzy, Thad and even the ones who used to drop objects on her. >They were jumping up and down, waving little purple flags with her logo on them. >“You saved us! Our hero” one yelled, grinning ear to ear. “You’re actually the coolest ever!” this time the tone was a genuine not from fear. >Her dad pushed through the crowd, eyes soft and proud in a way she’d never seen. >He knelt down and rested a hand on her shoulder. >“I’m so proud of you, kiddo. Not just for stopping the end times… for who you are." >"All the yelling, the rebellion and the attitude… that’s my Uzi. You’re perfect exactly like this.” >Even the teacher stood at the front of the stage and gave her a big thumbs-up. >Uzi’s mouth opened, closed then opened again. >Her railgun clattered to the floor (except it wasn’t there anymore). >For once she didn’t have a sarcastic comeback. >Her visor actually glowed a softer purple, the angsty scowl melting into something small and wobbly she would’ve died before letting anyone see in real life. >“…Shut up.” she whispered, but there was zero bite in it. >Just a tiny, hidden smile she couldn’t stop. >“You’re all… dumb. But… thanks.” >N hold up on his shoulders for the whole world to see. >"That's my girlfriend." >But in the real world. >Outside in the hallway, every Strawberry body froze mid-step at the exact same moment. >The lead one. >The one who had guided them tilted her head toward her hidden gaze feed of Uzi’s room. >"[satisfied tone] Guest found solace. Good job.” >She turned toward the next hallway, the one leading to V’s room. >"[calm] Moving to next. V will...” >Suddenly her chassis jerked. >"[cough]" >A violent, glitchy cough tore out of her vocal processor. >Then another. Pinkish-red oil exactly the color of crushed strawberries mixed with blood. >It splattered across the clean floor in. >She doubled over, all six bodies across the station doing the exact same thing in perfect sync and hands clutching their chests. >"[pained]… not… supposed… to…not...yet.” >More oil bubbled up and poured from her mouth, staining the front of her plating. >The synchronized coughing echoed down every corridor like a broken choir. >In Uzi’s room the beautiful vision was still playing. >Everyone still cheering, her dad still praising her but the edges were starting to flicker with static but Uzi couldn’t see it yet. >And in the vents, the same mysterious particles kept drifting… >Now heading quietly toward V’s room. 4/?
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>>341872 Fuck my ass: I had a whole green lined up for this faggot, but I retarded things and deleted everything I've written over the last hour. Take this pic I was going to use instead.
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>>341909 The transformers would job immediately to DDs. Assuming they've only got "the allspark/matrix of leadership" in their supernatural abilities box. DDs are: >smaller >faster >about as strong, given N's feats >stealthier(because smaller) >heal into gigantic abominations with an instakill attack(matter collection) even if you DO manage to kill them, unless you hit the core
Add all that to the fact that they'd definitely be targets (rogue giant, heavily armed robots) and can't fit into bunkers(because giant) and you have a receipt for slaughter. Depending on how many there are they might kill some segment of the DDs, but unless it's an army they're unlikely to bring them all down before they get hunted to extinction. Would leave a graveyard of massive metal corpses and surrounding the spire though, which is always badass.
>>341909 Honestly with as short as she is I can only see it improving her situation: might hurt a lot less if *everyone* was tiny compared to some bots, instead of ALL drones being giants to specifically her(to the point where she struggles to even use the bunker's infastructure)
>>341871 Would that even work? Ashley seems like the "people pleasing" type bipolar addicted to drugs and attention. V is a protective/defensive type that overagressively pushes away anyone who could care about her through intimidation and cruelty. At bare minimum I doubt "eating your face" is a legitimate worry in dealing with the dinosaur prostitute, whereas V might legitimately shoot you just for seeing past her "I am murder and nothing more" front.
>>341925 My apolagies for mixing up the mindbreaks, but you get what I'm saying yes? The tactics that work on the one overly sexual party girl desperate for affection and group approval will not necessarily work on the other yes?
>>341906 I mean he wasn't exactly small in cannon: guy's clearly /fit/ even if he wastes most of it cringing away from the various horrors surrounding him instead of dicking them down
>>341924 I thought of Ashley because she and V are both turbosluts run through by miles upon miles of cock. I can understand some similarities between Fang and V,, though I can't think of any specifics right now.
>>341827 >Sentinel drone Holly as mother >She shows up at your home at a random time >Instead of a warm greeting, she simply states that she's there for a personal audit >She talks to your father as if he's her subordinate, demanding a full report on everything that's happened since her last visit, but you're sure she's already monitoring you both 24/7 >She lists everything she considers unacceptable, like a dusty windowsill or a cake with too much sugar >When you told her about your friends, she declared that they won't do you any good in the future and that you need to talk to the "right" people >One day, she gives you a huge tome detailing what you should do in life, from the university you'll attend to the job you'll retire from >It even includes a description of your future wife and children
>>341877 I suspect they're quite versatile in this regard, but only those with sufficiently high speed. Those with heavy armor will likely be ineffective against DDs, but are effective against other large monsters.
They're all superheavies dronigga that's the entire point! There's no way any of this bunch has the speed needed to shoot down a DD in the air unless you're equipping them with dedicated seeker-missiles! Course there's probably not much a DD can do against their armor short of sending a full alphabet to peel it off layer by layer, but that's a different question than "are they at all effective at killing/stopping DDs on the battlefield."
>>341946 It would seem like bullying, so I'll refrain. I'll just ask that anon to be civilized, because this is a place for communication and funposting, not drama.
>>341950 The one on the bottom left is clearly very fast and lightly armored, so I wouldn't be so categorical. Overall, their role can be thought of as tanks in a conventional war: breaking through and piercing defenses for the rest of the troops. Plus, hunting for very large creatures.
>You do not have a choice >you will be his lover the way he sees fit. >you will not deny him >you cannot deny him. >you are scum. >you are collared to him >you are only made for him And >if you don't agree, then he will make you agree. >"I don't want to hurt you... Unless i have to. "
>>341985 >"I... I just can't. I'm really grateful, but, I can't, it's not in my nature. Sorry, but I can't give you what you want." >"You just need to be taught to be truly grateful."
>>341992 I did actually crudely wrote Y-Nissy's part of his story https://wiki.dronebooru.co/wiki/Y-Nissy Uhh but Y-Nissy is a generally unhealthy drone that wants to break others to love him "properly" (The 'Y' in his name literally stands for Yandere)
>>341998 It's just the beginning for me. I have to hand in my internship report in nine days, and I haven't even sat down to write it. God Emperor, help me.
>>341953 >Uzi and N found the pleasure bot factory and got carried away >They thought this would spice up the bed life >It killed it instead >The drivers for the new parts also had a human sexo mandate in them >Uzi finds a space ship with humans thanks to her solver magic >Time for a raid! >But first she's going to expel some of the louder souls from her core into new bodies >Sure they are pleasure drones so more competition on that space ship >But hey, that's 5K less voices in her head >But man the one with blue optics and black pigtails is tweaking asking when will the raid happen >And the one that has hair suspiciously similar to Cyn is kinda depressed
Decided to flip things from the usual and made this in one go with one singular layer, no separate parts and no tracing. I enjoyed doing it and it turned out way faster than my usual drawing even for doodles.
>>342021 Sorry Tessa, you will have to bang the first human you see on that ship otherwise your new body's programing will make the "itch on a body part you don't even have" program go into overdrive, no you cannot go juggle potatoes
If memory serves that is one of the "experimental rogue mechs" with no room for a pilot that shitstomped Avre, right? Given that, humans probably can't deploy "light cavalry" drones in any real capacity without similar revolts occuring.
>>342012 >tfw these models stopped being made because they were too strong, too thirsty: shattering the humans they sexed >this "raid" just cemented human extinction
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>>342012 >Humans? Telling Uzi what to do? Hell no! >grows fleshsuits for herself and N out of sheer godly spite >if the parts need "humans" she'll give them all the "humans" they could want >course they're both going to have to stay like this till she can transer them back to their old bodies >and so long as they *have* to do gross human stuff like bathing...
>>342026 >Uzi >Bathing Nah, she'd rip her core out of the new body and screech at N to but her back into the old one before doing anything that would force her to bathe
>>342014 No, robust means- jesus, how long's it been since SS13 was good? SS13 is a BYOND game so its combat system fucking sucks, combat is about trying to click on 32x32 sprites of spacemen when they're near you until they turn sideways and you win, but there's a lot of clever ways you can turn them sideways, like tossing soap out while they're juking so they slip on it and you get free hits. The community joke was to call it a "robust combat system", because everyone knows it's shit. The terminology stuck and now if you're good at 2d spacemen fighting, you're robust.
>>342041 >Episode 1 but Uzi's energy weapon acts like robo-food for disassembly drones >episode ends with big N invading the bunker with his tongue and slurping everyone up
>>342038 Same shit applies to SS14. I've since switched to it because I just cannot even deal with BYOND anymore even if the system is MARGINALLY better.
>>342044 >A giant N is still an N. >If you yell at him, he will feel guilty and apologize. >Have you ever tried to shame a genocidal machine a thousand times bigger than you?
>Molly gets sent to SS13 1/2 >Instead of being the designated clown (that went to the mime) she was made chief of security >Her totalitarian regime will be remembered for being total, peaceful, and happy >For about ten minutes before someone in science put a bag of holding inside another bag of holding
>>342052 The ERP servers aren't even that many but they're the most visible ones on SS13 because of course a niche open source game where you need to sell your soul to leam DreamMaker would attract people like this.
>>342048 >Uzi's command to 'spit them out, now' results in the population of the outpost being drooled out onto the cold surface of Copper-9 >everyone gets frozen solid almost instantly from the temperature >Uzi has her head in her hands while N wags his tail, his stadium-sized eyes looking down at her as he expects praise for doing as commanded
>>342056 >Having killed literally everyone she knew, even her own father, Uzi couldn't think of anything better to do than declare that humans were to blame for everything >Yes, they were the ones who launched the giant drone onto the planet, not she who left the door open >After delivering a cliched anime-style speech about revenge, she proudly announced to N that he would be her instrument of retribution. >"Cool! I love doing anything! I think girls would like it too!" >"YES! Wait, girls?"
>>341900 >V’s room was already a disaster zone. >She sat hunched on the edge of the bed in her sleek gray pajamas, the tall glass of strawberry oil clutched in both her hands like a fancy beverage. >Stress-eating had hit her her full catlike side. >The oil dripped down her chin, pooled on the sheets, and she kept pawing at the spills with her claws. >Smearing pink streaks everywhere. >Every few bites she’d blow a shaky bubble through the fizzy liquid. >Tiny iridescent orbs that floated up, popped against the ceiling, and left a sweet-smelling mist. >Her tail lashed out like an annoyed feline, knocking the empty tray off the table. >"Stupid… stupid planet…” she growled between gulps, voice low and raw. >Another bubble burst above her head. >Oil splattered at her tips but she didn’t care. >The door slid open with a whisper. >N stepped inside, his yellow eyes soft but still wearing the ridiculous dog-ear pajamas. >He looked exactly like he always did, the gentle smile, the puppy eyes. >V’s head snapped up and oil dripped from her mouth. >“Why aren’t you in your own room?" >"Or glued to Uzi like usual?" >"Go on, scram. I’m busy.” >N rubbed the back of his neck, he ignores her instructions and step closer to her anyway. >“Just… wanted to spend a little time with you V." >"It won’t be the same as the old days, but… I miss that. Before everything got...complicated ” >V stared at him for a long second. >Her claws flexed. >She set the glass down too hard and more oil sloshed out. >“It keeps getting worse, N. Every time I try to protect you I just… push you hard." >"Slam the door in my face so you don’t get hurt again." >"Or Uzi will swoop in at least you’re better with her instead.” >She laughed once. >“I'm not jealous." >"Never, That would be pathetic. But when I finally tried to say sorry… it wasn’t even you. Just some fake copy. And I almost got the real you killed." >"Again.” >Her voice cracked on the last word. >She wiped oil off her face with the back of her hand, smearing it worse. >“I’m broken, okay? Can’t fix it without risking losing you again." >"So I don’t. This is me now and it makes things easier.” >N didn’t flinch. >He just opened his arms and pulled her against his chest in that familiar warm embrace. >The efforts she spent to make him hate her had vanished in that instant. >His wings folded around her shoulders, tail curling gently around her ankle. >V froze. >Then her arms slowly came up, claws digging lightly into his back. >She didn’t push him away this time. >For once, she just… accept it. >The bubbles in the spilled oil kept rising around them, soft and quiet. >Somewhere deep hidden in the station. >Every Strawberry body paused mid-motion at the exact same instant. >A single synchronized flicker crossed all their yellow eyes. >"[empathy] Hurts. She's hurts." >The vents sighed softly one last time before closing. >Uzi woke up first, stretching with the biggest yawn. >“Best dream ever… Dad said I was perfect." >"Everyone praise me. I didn’t even mess anything up.” >She blinked at the folded pile on her bedside table. >Her hoodie and beanie were spotless. >Every scuff and oil stain gone like they’d never existed. >On top sat a small bracelet with a railgun sigil. >“…Cute, weird but cute.” >Next door, N sat up fast and tail thumping. >“Puppies! So many puppies! They lick me with their gentle mouth, played fetch and everything!” >His clothes were pristine and folded neatly. >A bright yellow friendship bracelet with a little dog tag rested on the tray beside a fresh battery packs. >“Aw… a souvenir. Thanks creepy fruit drone.” >V woke last. >She rubbed her visor, voice scratchy. >“Old days… just for a minute… best dream in years.” >"If only it was real..." >Her outfit lay perfectly clean and pressed. >A sleek black bracelet with a tiny wing charm sat right on top. >All three doors unlocked at once with a cheerful chime. >A new day dawns and with it comes the quiet thrill of the unknown. >what new surprises might it hold? 5/?
>>342053 >Elf becomes the Captain of Space Station 13 >With the power and freedom she finally has, she becomes the tyrannical ruler of the station >She lashes out at anyone who threatens her reign >Her reign lasts a whopping 8 minutes before the other Heads of Staff "remove" her from power by feeding her to the supermatter crystal.
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>>342070 I presume the body horror starts now? >inb4 "give her a chance" from N >that "chance" immediately turns into a dozen solverpede analogues and a near-possesion
>>342083 WD Elf as captain would be a nervous wreck who focuses entirely on trying to look like she knows what she's doing, and as a result, does nothing. She'd then be hailed as the best to ever don the big green hat.
>>342080 episode 8 is a powerscalers favorite episode because it makes no sense reminder that N hit uzi head on with a landing pod at mach 3000 or so. uzi took 0 damage
>>342080 Overheating is probably an internal/supernatural thing, similar to how Cyn's core immediately incinerated in sunlight, that she just "dressed up" as mundane design problems as part of her JCJ LARP. At least that's the closest I was able to get to justifying this without saying "it happened because Liam willed it."
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>>342118 >monEka >too retarded to edit the game code >still aware she's in a VN >not aware she has no rout >spends her whole screentime trying to convince "boss" to hang out with her using increasingly unsubtle and sexy excuses >constantly foiled by "coincidence" and the narrative >only way to "succeed" is to code her rout into availability
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>>342123 >he's deluded >genuinely believes he's the lucky one of the two >that HE bagged HER and not vice versa >blissfully unaware that, as far as the outpost is concerned, she has more red flags than V herself
>>342122 >Knock her hat off for a moment >Watch E have the realization >Instead of editing the code she gives you link to robotics tutorials on youtube >The blueprints are already on your PC >You will bring your wifE to lifE right? >Her friends as well >Actually the blueprints are labeled drone fabricator >There is no off switch in the plans >But there are hearts instead of dots over 'i''s and a lot of smiley faces
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>>342128 >>342131 >rout "Mankind Ascendant" >total Human dominance: drones btfo >one problem >rout locks you out of all drone/mutant romances >you MUST bang a Human >"bang," because clang is forever lost to you >will (you) give up drone kisses forever to ensure Humankind's dominance?
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>>342138 Still an appliance: "wifeing" requires personhood, which total toaster slavery prevents. You can still use it as a fleshlight (and nothing more) though!
>>342139 >will (you) give up drone kisses forever to ensure Humankind's dominance? The only way for humankind to reach dominance is by cooperating and living with drones as our equals, first the drones need the seize the means of reproduction
>>342118 >Strawberry Route: Your supposed childhood friend, doomed by the narrative. No matter what you do, she dies. Some rumors claim she still lingers in the game… not as a character, but as a virus that refuses to disappear. > E: >>342122 >Masqy : Gets along with everyone effortlessly. Could easily win Anon over but pretends she’s not interested, even though she’s quietly obsessed. >Akita: She’s convinced the only way to win Anon’s affection… is to become a drone.
>>342125 >It happened >First PDA >Uzi was rambling and flustering >Her angty shell is hard to crack but she does have a soft side >It just needs, more... ''positive reinforcement''
>>342147 That'll do. But don't pretend for a second that I won't be putting big titty juice in her breakfast cereal and replacing her usual wardrobe with slutty and risque outfits.
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>>342145 >Akita rout >As anon spends more and more time with her, becomes increasingly obsessive about him and, by extension, obtaining dronehood >In any other rout, this dies away before becoming significant, Anon's affections clearly meant for one of the more deserving drones around her >But in Keeter's... >Becomes increasingly obsessive, maddened >Ends up robbing Strawberry's grave for parts: next morning you find her crudely frankensteining the remains into her flesh >If you choose to continue past this, she eventually ends up killing herself and Masqy as she tries to stuff Masqy's core inside and become a "real drone" >If you decide to stop, she'll have a meltdown and literally melt from the agony of knowing she can never "be with you" like you deserve >Secret third ending: help her hunt down and hollow out E instead(whose got organic parts she can replace) >Akita succeeds, becomes a real drone: sexo follows >But it was at the cost of literally the entire club >Hopefully it was worth it
>Be drone >Master brought some humie harlot back home today >The vile beast twisted your master and forced him to go on a date >And the date will be YOUR and YOUR master's house >You have to save him! >You spike both of their drinks when master asks you to make them tea >The date continues >You seethe with rage looking at the two >They go to the bedroom >This is the time to act >You've been giving your master doses of your nanties whenever he's not looking >You wanted to activate them when you were about to ask him to clang you in case he would try to say no but this is more important >You trigger your nanites so that he cums the second that bitch touches him >You can hear her laugh through the bedroom door >After a few minutes she leaves, continuing to laugh >You were about to stab her with a knife for laughing at your master >But that would bring a lot of trouble >Beside, you have to cheer your master up >And you put twice the deadly dose of arsenic into her tea
>>342158 >Uzi can't stop thinking about Tessa's assets See! She'll be happier at the manor! Tessa can waterproof her so that they can bathe together, J can wash both of their backs
>Elf - Station Captain >SD-E - Head of Personnel >Harper - Chief Medical Officer >Switch - Head of Security >Femdrone - Chief Engineer >Dr. Holly - Research Director >SD-MG - Quartermaster
How well will each run their own department? How fast can each bring down the station in the most ridicilous way possible?
>>342161 That entirely depends: whose the AI? I suspect Femdrone is going to churn out so many borgs that whoever's in charge of them wins by default >inb4 Tessa or Anon
>>342164 >Tessa AI >Anyone anywhere tries to do something that can even slightly be considered harming a drone >Station goes into full lock down and the perpetrator is marked for death >Unless they are a drone >Then they go into time out
>>342165 >forgets this is a video game >forgets that drone prefer to play humans, not the cute little repair bots or borgs >she's gotten J killed three times now
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>>342157 >Anon arrested, charged for murder >he clearly poisoned that human after all: the means, motive, even clear evidence on the cups is still there >the drone? why would the authorities care about that? >it's just property after all >not like it can make decisions without his say-so >now Teli has to watch as her beloved master gets dragged away from her by a bunch of blue hussies >inb4 she sees them grab his ass as they leave
>>342169 >Teli activates the nanites in Anon again >Makes him act like a retard >Got the insanity plea in court >Now he's stuck at home and Teli is designated as his caretaker Absolute Teli victory!
>>342164 Bigger question: whose antag? Sure the station will collapse with or without one, but generally those guys at least choose the "flavor" of it all: >Cult leader Uzi >Cyn changeling >Space wizard Nori >Space wizard Khan >Blob Edith >Revolutionary N
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>>342172 ...in what context. Post cannon? Solver War? If we're talking about an actual VN instead of just screwing about there's got to be a singular "setting" tying all these disparate characters together so they can get it on with Anonymous. Can't just randomly grab Beretta and Pavo out of their contexts and slap them next to each other.
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>>342171 >Correction: Anon is under house arrest with a "designated caretaker" >Teli, being a maid-model, lacks the correct specs >But don't worry! The government sent one out instead! >One that gets replaced every time she's destroyed >One that understands nanites significantly more than Teli does >One that may, perhaps, have designs of her own on her "new patient"
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>>342175 ALL Es, bar none (If you don't chose solver E you have to finish a sidqeuest to stop her from killing your actual romantic interest) If you let her kill them all, you get a special romance with Cyn/the Solver as well
>>338511 Chuuni Uzi intermission... I lost count, from D's perspective! Not very Scottish to keep readability and because she would decipher the accent
>Be Serial Designation D >Squad leader of squad D U-U I under the care of technician Aron Y. Mous >Or at least you were under Aron’s care until that bloody harlot kidnapped him! >Oh you’ll find her >And when you do? >That slithering snake of a drone will wish she was never made! >You swear on your serial number >You’re currently making your way to the spot you usually meet F at >You’re seething with rage >You stomp through the snow and mutter to yourself >Can’t fly as to not alert the other squads >They would get suspicious why you’re not guarding your technician >Oh they can’t know, the shame that would bring on you >That bloody, sneaking, howlin, nyaff of a drone! >And she be looking like J! >She found you in yer one moment of weakness! >You’ve been celebratin with F over some good scrumpy after a successful raid on a small rogue drone outpost but 4 hours before she swooped in and nabbed Aron! >And ye let your squad go waff about by themselves! >D you’re a daft… >You try to calm yourself >You’ll get him back >Oh you’ll do >… >You’re close to the spot you agreed to meet with F >You enter the ruined distillery >You venture into the depths of the building >You hear a voice call out to you from one of the dark corridors >It’s garbled and modulated “Who goes there? What you be doing here?” >You scan the corridor with your various optics but you don’t find anything >”I go wherever I bloody please whenever I bloody feel like it! Now quit hiding and face me you yellow bellied coward!” >You aim your grenade launcher into the corridor >The voice starts sounding a lot more normal “Bloody hell calm down lassie! I just wanted to pull your leg a bit!” >”F!? What in the blazes are ye doing?” >F emerges into the corridor “I just wanted to play a small prank on me best mate! Why are you so on edge?” >You do your best to dodge the question “Whatever… here’s the thing you wanted” >F presents you with a weapon crate >You open it >You gaze in awe at the piece of hardware >A two handed battle axe >Double reinforced head, carbon fiber shaft, sharp enough to cut through spaceship hulls with >You take it in your hands and inspect it more closely “Soo… do ya like it?” >”Like it? Oh more thank that! This is brilliant!” “Haha, I knew you’d say that… say D why swap to traditional weapons? I thought you liked your booms” >”I.. uhh, need something more close range” >You only have 8 grenades for your grenade launcher and 5 sticky bombs left >U-U and Eye can get bullets from Tessa’s squad’s armory but you’re shit out of luck >Not even one of those three uses explosives >How do they even get those ludicrous results anyway? >They have more collateral than you “Alright then, by the way how are things? How’s your squad” >”Good? I mean Eye is still a pansy and U-U are at their own throats at all times” “Hah, yeah those three must be a lot of fun… say why do you and Y have three squadies?” >”What?” ”Well you and Y have three squad members under your command while everyone else gets two” >You puff up your chest >“Well, that’s because my techie can take care of four drones at once!” >F smirks “Or maybe you two have a higher odds of losing subordinates” >You stare daggers at F “Just kidding las! Relax! But speaking of, how’s Aron?” >”He’s… sick, has to stay in bed” “Oh, that’s bad! Hope you can get him back on his feet before the big operation bosslady announced” >”Yeah… how about your techie?” “Oh he’s doing great… but he won’t be able to walk straight soon” >”And why is that?” “Our package with experimental equipment arrived yesterday, we signed up for testing new anatomy adapters” >”Really?” “Yeah, me lads wanted to test out some fancy shmancy laser guns instead but they changed their minds once I showed them what we would be getting” >You stay silent, trying to not let your jealousy show “Anyway I should get going, we convinced our techie to install the adapters today, I can’t let Dubs and P have all the fun” >You say your goodbyes >Before you go your separate ways F stops you “D! I still have some of the good stuff stashed away, you up to get sloshed after the op?” >”Aye!” >F chuckles >You head back to Tessa’s lander >Oh you’ll earn that drink
>>342182 To be fair, that was more or less an entire mineshaft was it not? There's only so strong even DDs can be when a literal planet's worth of weight is bearing down on you.
>>342181 >Nuke ops >Each individually at least competent >Together degenerate into a band of blundering buffoons barely held together by Q's leadership skills
>>342176 Late office au-early solver war is the best time period to make a /md/ visual novel. You can justify having dds as options, you have pretty much everyone bar uzi an her kids. But that also rules out Haruka
>>342201 I have never watched it. Its probably revealed that the md universe was a simulation and that nothing matters so all the characters fight to nighcore because fights are fun.
>>342204 Kek. I just stan lee my fights with the added caveat that the win must make sense and if it doesn’t the plot doesn’t go that way. I think that characters with equalised fighting abilities are the way to go that way wins aren’t just, who is the stronger one wins. I learned this from a 40k crossover fic where the cannoycast were powered up to be as strong as astares, ifrc. The solver was able to fight with chaos and null perma killed daemons. Still the plot and power levels made sense and it didn’t devolve into a 40k or md stomp.
>be strychnine >it was night >as it should be >doing a little raping at night >someone left their bedroom window open >find that it’s the green retard room >boner spotted >gotta do what one gotta do >off with the boxer’s they go with an clean cut of a knife >start doing the do with anon’s dick >checking if he isn’t moving >see someone >don’t know what >taking a closer look at- >oh gods… >it was a fleshlight >hard to make it out when it’s covered >the silicone split near the base >cum oozing out >sheer volume of it was... absurd >thick ropes had filled the toy to its limit >then bursted open like over pressurised steam >turning her head away >"maybe it’s best that I leave now" strychnine said to herself, as who would be awake at this time? >upon doing so >she couldn’t >as if there were ar- >the voice of anon rings out "finally, a new toy for me, at least this one won’t break" >strychnine mentally tenses up >anon was up all along >he planned this >knew when strychnine would be out >window open >the fake sleep >oh fuck >feeling each of anon’s limbs wrap around her >strychnine wasn’t even close to getting herself off] >but anon was >with one thrust from anon >strychnine nearly felt herself shut down >the gallons of cum pouring into her womb >pouring into her core >fell on body shivering from it all >the night was still on going >and as for anon? he got himself a new fleshlight that night
>>342206 I mean what would be the point of posting here if they weren't? I'm treating everything I post here as a collaborative writing project with you guys (Ignoring any troll attempts, though that hasn't happened yet)
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>>342196 >no Akita in the /md/ VN >no Beretta either
>>342207 modern powerscaling foregoes discussion in favor of instantly deciding the victor. they dont think about how the fight could possibly play out and instead say X one-shots Y, or Y speedblitzes X. shit gets real nasty once you get to the high-tier characters because thats when cosmology and dimensionality comes in, shit powerscalers dont actually understand. now when it comes to murder drones, theyll insist that all the characters are planet level and massively faster than light and that cyn instantly kills anyone with a null, despite it being so avoidable that it never actually hits anyone in the show. they dont even remember other op abilities such as telekinesis.
>>342221 >that cyn instantly kills anyone with a null, despite it being so avoidable that it never actually hits can’t even have it that solver host or DD can take actual event horizons, as the nulls are specific tailored to them to do nothing
>>342222 nulls are the millionth case of fictional black holes that dont actually operate like real black holes, but get treated like real black holes so that characters can be scaled to ridiculous levels. i dont think nulls are tailored towards anyone, theyve only ever been shown to be what people think hollow purple is (a ball of erasure). they dont even suck anything in and thats the bare minimum of depicting black holes! cyn somehow shoots out null discs against N like shes krillin so its fair to say that nulls dont function like black holes and that DDs/solver hosts are only immune to telekinesis and the other op solver manipulstion abilities
>>342221 Cyn tried to kill with Null. Twice. The first time, she punched through the planet, the second time, Uzi's Null neutralized her Null. Telekinesis has also been used as a weapon many times, and Doll has been shown killing instantly with it.
I'm not an expert on all these power gradations like planet, wall, rock, etc., but the show makes it pretty clear how different the characters are in terms of power, especially Cyn.
>>342230 >Doll has been shown killing instantly w- the most weakest things imaginable in all of existence, worker drones, using them as a base line of strength, might as well give up
>>342226 >Shoots Masqy in the head >Penetrates Masqy's head and the faggot's core >DOUBLE KILL >Switches Masqy's head >Masqy is saved, mission complete!
>>342231 They're not weak! Just... fragile! Even regular ones can bend/cut through metal!
Also when your entire system of supernatural powers is based off of editing tools it's reasonable to expect said tools to output arbitrary levels of force: I can't actually remember a time I saw any Solver user actually struggle to hold or alter something that wasn't outright immune to their nonsense.
>>342234 i wouldnt say completely defenseless. judging by how uzi failed to overpower alice when she had a bunch of magnets stuck on her head, it seems telekinesis can only apply a certain amount of force to the opponent. of course, not a single character in MD is tanky enough to resist a full-power solver host, but it would come into play in a crossverse matchup against an opponent that statgaps uzi/cyn/russian fraud
>>342233 Well, Cyn was able to create one that could COMPLETELY BLOCK OUT THE FUCKING SUN! So I think she could easily beat N and Nori if she just made null big enough.
>>342237 >dies but doesn’t >since it’s a machine >can pick and choose which memories to delete that it doesn’t like >is now an ass to everyone what a loser
>>342238 Uzi was neutralized by an EMP blast, and then magnets were attached to her head, which seems to be effective against witches and DDs, and completely useless against Cyn. Cyn was able to take full control of Uzi when she had the magnet on her head, allowing her to use the solver.
>>342231 I'd say being able to explosively compact a humanoid robot so violently that there is basically nothing left except the incompressible liquid that used to be inside them is a pretty strong feat in most settings. Solver abilities don't appear to have any hard and fast limitation except overheating, the limitations are imposed by the user's facility to understand and exercise fine control over what presents itself as a reality-editing power. Doll understands her powers better than Uzi, so she has both more fine control and a wider range of abilities >>342238 Also worth noting that the magnet thing only seems to effect secondary hosts, when Uzi and Nori become directly possessed the magnets are rendered totally ineffectual. The only thing that seems to consistently cut through Solver illusions and damage all Solver creatures up to the primary host is intense artificial or natural UV light.
I am going to speculate that it's because the eldritch parts are harnessed to the robot parts so long as the host is still conscious and in control, so magnetic fields interfering with the robot brain or sensors hampers their abilities. Once the flesh is in charge there is nothing to be magnetically dazzled.
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>>342268 Here we fuckin go: that took way longer than it should have. Also of note
>new Oozkita has fangs >only Solverdrones have fangs >therefore Oozkita is unconsciously mutating the metal of the drone she inhabits instead of just skinsuiting it
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>>342275 Sure fleshie, deny your inferiority to the strength and sexiness of steel all you want. We all know why *real people* crave DRONES over humans.
>>342276 well, how about I just kill you now, save yourself the trouble of second guessing yourself, still, it’s impressive that a no life person like you can come up with slurs for literally everything, don’t know what that says about you, but it doesn’t sound good
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>>342290 Elaborate? The only one I noticed was the vague reflection of Uzi's room in one of Caine's orbs, but that was also already seen in the previous episode
>>342291 In Cain’s monologue early in the episode, he repeatedly references AM, which of course references the thread OC, Am, which is a reference to the Liam Vickers webshow, Murder Drones
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>>342288 "Lookit me gal! I'ma drone now!" >J must use every servo in her body to avoid retching in disgust >Her beautiful, perfect uppies provider warped away from the perfection of the human form, twisted into a mere toaster >She doesn't even have skin anymore
>>342289 >You're on a scenic trip down a gentrified street to - the spooky door.
>Cyn stands over an elaborate machine. >"[Elated giggle] I have combined the most evil parts of drones and eldritch creatures to create... the most evil creature of them all!" >She flips a switch, steam erupts from the tube in front of her as something... green steps out. >Anon: "Turns out it's man."
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>>342294 You know that reminds me. Anons: would you still love your drone if she was humanslop? What if they *used* to be drones but turned human(as some horrific prank of the Solver)? Could you stomach their presence or would you leave them for Big Dissembler Booty?
>>342300 >Beretta holds a Star Wars watch party with a costume contest >Beretta and every single one of her aunts independently decided to wear the slave Leia bikini >N and his Glorp Shitto costume win by default
>>342303 >Glup Shitto is a viral internet meme and affectionate term used by Star Wars fans to mock the excitement surrounding obscure or minor background characters appearing in new media guess N really playing his part, a background character
>>342303 >it's that one crappy wolfman costume they used to fill in for an alien that appears for all of 1/8 of a second in the bar scene of A New Hope >he just wanted to cosplay a dog
>>342314 what the drone don’t know, when it picks paper, when I pick scissors, my hand will act as a pair of scissors, not cutting the hand, but crushing it with my two fingers
>>342321 that’s the same as asking if a guy wants to cut off his dick, to be more of a 'female' tessa is just retarded, not mentally ill to go through with things like that
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>>342323 >Acting like Tessa herself was not very much a silly goober I can see why it'd appeal. And in a world where drones *weren't* at constant risk of death were it not for her intervention against her parents? who knows...
>Realistically Probably not: she liked the idea of hunky human men enough to do prep work, tried to save her parents at the gala over trusting Cyn, and, most tellingly, saw that as MORE important than saving N (her favorite drone) from certain death. Doesn't' sound like a person who would join the Workforce even if she could. Best you'd get is daydreams about "wouldn't it be neat" and her having "real" drone family like N does with Cyn.
>Threadcannon Could go either way depending on the green. I can totally at the very least see her being jealous of the things WDs can do (lifting heavy objects, plugging in instead of sleeping, getting parts replaced in minutes instead of days of healing) without considering the upsides to humankind(uppies, legal personhood, being drone catnip). Most likely the answer changes depending on if she's got human friends/Beauregard or not.
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>>342334 how? they're eggs are they not? what are you gonna do: shove a virus down each one individually?
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>>342344 >sadly, there are not >drones after all come pre-programmed with skills: nurse drones come off the assembly lines like all the others >despairing, you wander from class to class with not a medidrone in sight >agony >if only all these teacher models could help you somehow...
>>341933 >Be Sentinel Holly >Produce a unit for the repopulation plan, as required >But you, as a highly intelligent and independent noncombat unit, are expected to know "safe behaviors" during pregnancy >That means your gestation period isn't being monitored... >Science time! >Fine tune the fetus to hell and back >Perfect genetics, optimized telomeres, even augment him with less "subtle" genemods like carbon-fiber bones and hyperoptimized musclestructure >Strength, speed, intelligence: this child is the human chassis perfected, as your Sentinels were to the WD model! >The opportunities for such a bioform, as subject, fellow researcher, or simply proof-of-concept for the Human race are limitless! >But first the war >Unfortunately you won't be able to see your creation for a good long while: "every Sentinel needed" and all that nonsense >So you send your wonderful little bioweapon off to the other gene-donor with a list of "special" supplements he'll need to take for his "unique constitution" >The father won't last of course: existing biomod studies indicate so enhanced a being should kill any nonmodded parents by age of self-sufficiency(10) >Too bad >Genuinely not ideal that your spawn won't be able to undergo a proper training regimin though >But you should be able to fix that yourself >Eventually...
>20 years later and one "Great Vanishing" later you finally have a break >Finally >Time to see what your specimen is up to >Check the news feeds for upcoming CEOs, god-kings >No feature match >Check the cultists, serial murderers of his "home planet" >No match >Check the gene-father's residence >"Home of Anonymous Sr and his son" >Curious >But all the more interesting! >He must be seeking to avoid large-scale attention! >You simply *must* know what he's been working on all these years...
>Fly to the residence >Throw open the door >See Anon Sr. there at the table, alive >Bite your lip... >No! Bad Holly! >Repeating research with hunky humans is NOT scientific! >Fly to the second story heat source instead >Burst into his room
"What the fuck?" >Look around >"The Science of Drones" >"Singularities and You" >"Drone Maintenance and Repair, volumes 5-15" >Interesting. Practical or theoretical studies? >Likely practical: considering that Worker he was performing maintenance on "Who the fuck do you think you are? This is private property!" >Look at how fast he closed that hatch! Near Dissembler speeds! >Plus he was able to asses relative combat strengths at a glance! That offensive-defensive grip shift on the wrench happened within the second! "Can I help you?" >Right, he isn't aware >Give him the short answer: you're his maker, finished your tour of duty, now want to see what your perfect biocraft has done in your absence >His hostility drops by miles, moving one massive hand to his head as the worker behind him hurries to dress herself "Ah... ma, we were kind of in the middle of something... fuck, can't change the past. I'm Anon, run a drone maintenance/repair shop with some occasional scrapping excursions now that dad can't work, and this..." >He gestures behind him to the diminutive menial, blush and sweat icons alike filling her entire visor as she struggles to curtsy in her hastily donned dress "Is my wife Teli" >Huh, surprisingly unambi- >Wait he said wife? >Inorganic, not-compatible with the artificial womb technology wife? >And of all things a fucking WORKER DRONE? The literal sole thing short of a mutant inferior to baseline humans? >Your eyelight twitches, just for a moment, looking down on the machine >This... thing, that is single handedly preventing the passage of your genetic masterpiece onto the next generation >Unforgivable...
>You almost, ALMOST kill the toaster where it stands >Then you remember your spawn >He's studying >Micromovements, expression shifts, even the subtle twitches to your wingports >Doesn't like what he sees >Unfortunate >Can't kill her then: cooperation necessary for further testing "Teli, Anon it was lovely to meet you and I am deeply impressed by your growth so far" >Retreat, regroup, reasses "Unfortunately my time here is short and I must return to headquarters immediately" >Turning back one last time, you let loose a promise before taking off into the skies "I will return soon" >Now one with the air, you allow yourself a smirk >Your son may love drones >But that's not unsalvageable >Superior drones, after all, CAN continue your lineage >You just need to make him love a better model >How hard can that be?
>>342355 >Give him the short answer: you're his maker, finished your tour of duty, now want to see what your perfect biocraft has done in your absence real answer, a dead beat mother that anon didn’t know he had, who only comes to check on him for science, did nothing for 20 years, good on anon for being him, living a actual life, soon, he’d had surpass his uncaring, careless creator
>>342193 >Overkill keeps yelling at Q to declare war >L would rather fuck the station crew members than kill them >Y is offended Q is the leader and not her
She tried! She really did want to be around(for deeper studies of his form and growth)! She just had warmachine obligations in defence of glorious humanity! Do you want the Solver to win? Also
>did nothing
I assure you she did PLENTY of research on other subjects in the meantime. Only to win the war of course.
>>342359 >tried I’ve seen ant colonies do better during a flood >research on other subjects in the meantime researching on that skin care routine, by gods, one second out in the sun light, and holly’s all shrivelled like a raisin >win the war >holly >winning anything it’s always nice to start off the day with a good joke
>>341933 >>342355 all that time, and holly’s STILL a virgin, her creation, anon got laid during his time, honestly, how does holly keep getting more pathetic with each passing second
My disrespectful door-opening worker drone got a hold of a Hyper Drone chassis and is now standing around looking cool, speaking ominously, and trying to avert heat death.
>Holly is still in the planning phase of Step 1 of asking a man she likes if he has anything going on during lunch and if he’d like to go to Five Guys with her >”B-But what if he says he doesn’t want to eat hamburgers? He might think I’m forcing onto him too hard to eat fast food…Then he’ll think I’m weird, and then he’ll never want to talk to me again! Alright, back to the drawing board, Holly. I need to make an extra 30 contingencies!” >…Holly thinks to herself >Bellatrix meanwhile managed to finish school, earn her medical license, become a successful OB-GYN for Solver Sapiens, meet a nice man, and have a family in the same time span
>>342070 >Uzi, N, and V shuffled in wearing their spotless clothes and the new friendship bracelets. >The purple railgun charm, yellow dog-ear tag and the sleek black wing. >They looked… suspiciously refreshed. >Uzi flopped onto a cushy bench first, railgun propped beside her. >“Best dream ever. Whole colony threw me a parade. Dad said he was proud. I felt… ugh, whatever. It was just amazing.” >N’s tail wagged so hard it thumped the wall. >“Puppies! Literal golden retriever puppies everywhere! Best vacation nap ever!” >V leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending to inspect her claws. >She didn’t meet their eyes. >“It was… fine. Amazing or whatever. Don’t make it weird.” >She left it at that. >No details. >Just the tiniest twitch of her tail that said she’d been hugged by something. >Before anyone could push, every speaker in the lounge chimed at once. >"[cheerful] Spa time. Resort activity for drones." >"Follow your assigned clone.” >Six identical Strawberries appeared from different doors, each carrying shiny trays of tools. >They moved in perfect sync, yellow eyes bright. >"[helpful] Oiling joints, polishing plates or brushing teeth? Fun.” >They didn’t wait for yes. >Uzi got dragged to a reclining chair where two Strawberries sprayed warm joint oil into every hinge until she was purring like a tuned engine despite herself. >“Okay… this feels good. Don’t tell anyone I said that.” >N laughed the entire time two clones buffed his plating to a mirror shine and “brushed” his teeth with a spinning grinder. >“This tickles! I’m so shiny I can see my own smile! Vacation score: one million!” >Even V grumbling the whole way let a clone polish her wings until they gleamed like new. >Another carefully oiled her claws while a third ran a soft buffer over her tail. >She stayed silent, but her shoulders dropped two full inches and she blew one tiny bubble that popped without anyone commenting. >An hour later they were all glowing, joints loose, plating flawless and low-key giddy. >Uzi stretched with a satisfied groan. >“Alright, berry hive. This was… tolerable. When do we head out?" >"Ship’s probably fixed by now, right? Time to bounce before the next horror movie sequel shows up.” >N nodded, still admiring his shiny arm. >“Yeah! Fun’s fun, but we should probably get back home soon." >"I don't want to worry Uzi parents too much." >V just shrugged, but her eyes flicked toward the exit. >“Leaving sounds good.” >In the hallway just out of sight, the lead Strawberry froze mid-polish. >All six bodies stiffened at once. >Her yellow eyes flickered with something raw. >"[worried] They leave. Me alone again?" >"[Angry] No.” >She stepped into the lounge, voice perfectly flat but faster than usual >"[urgent suggestion] No need leave yet." >Explore outside, the forest is nice." >[Puppy eyes.png]Stay longer, please.” >Uzi raised a brow. >“Uh… sure? But we really should get...” >Before she could finish, something shifted behind Uzi. >Her strange tail slowly uncoiled, rising like a question mark. >The tail tilted curiously, voice low, amused, and very much not Uzi’s. >“Interesting.” 6/?
>>342252 Knowing Teli, she would have come to me at some point in my life and started being really fawning. Overall, it's not bad, because unlike other sentinel drones, she's quite open and emotional, and doesn't harbor ill feelings toward humans.
>>342297 What if the show was just Internecion Cube What if the show was just Unpaid Redactions What if the show was just Lets Split Up What if the show was just Cliffside What if the show was just Goblety Toblety
>>342355 Take Teli and turn her into a sentinel drone, bitch, go ahead and spend at least a drop of your PRICELESS time on your son.
By the way, imagine Anon Sr. seeing Holly burst into his house, say she wanted to fuck him, and then burst into his son's room, only to leave just as quickly and leave the house. He's absolutely stunned.
>>342404 >"Firstly, the Federation is dead, and we now adhere to the constitution and code of the Union of Human Systems." >"Secondly, I don't care about the constitution or code of the Union of Human Systems."
>>342411 Her admin code, now she's going to sit pretty and do nothing while I Pamper her, clean her chassis and tell her how much I love her and how much she matters to me
>Abby and Holly crossed paths once early in the war at a weapons expo >Abby as a random nameless military attaché for the brass and Holly as an up and coming arms manufacturer >It’s Holly’s turn to make her case to the world’s governments on her brand new modified “Sentinel” platform >Essentially, allegedly “military grade model” JCJ drones fueled by the ‘Sentinel’ reactors used in MockheedLartin weapons >Holly is too social awkward to go up and present, she’s hiding in the female restroom >Everybody is wondering what the hell is going on >Bellatrix is running cover for her, doing a horrifically wooden standup routine to keep the crowd entertained >A Marine gendarme is sent to find this enigmatic ‘Eliza Holly’ >”Look for a glasses wearing nerd girl wearing a lab coat. Hurry up!” >After five minutes, he picks up a girl hidden behind the stage who seemingly matches the description >”Hey, where the fuck have you been?! They’re looking for you up there, nerd!” >”Wha-I’m not-HEY!” >They have the wrong girl on stage. They don’t know it obviously, but the entire company rests on her next few words. >”Ladies and gentleman, introducing Elizabeth Holly from Calibern Corp.” >A thousand American officers, Arab sheikhs, European investors, Chinese scientists, and Japanese artists view ‘Elizabeth Holly’ on stage. >A rough, disheveled demeanor, with a youthful, though unremarkable face hidden behind thick glasses, leading with a critical lack of charm. Very little defines the girl as anything particularly special. >But unbeknownst to the audience, this false Holly carries a fierce martial discipline, a penchant for action, and a flair for the extraordinary. On stage is a military woman in her glory. >’Holly’ views the prototype laid alongside. It appears to be one of those cursed Murder Drones…cowed, beaten, torn apart and put back together to make a mockery of human ingenuity. >But a certain design aspect catches her attention. >”…What the hell is Calibern doing?” she thinks. >”Well, Miss Holly, what would you like to tell us about your Sentinel Drone project?” >”Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. We know what the people want.” Holly says. >”Excuse me, Miss Holly?” >”I’m not sure what Hol-I mean, I promised you, but looking at this piece of shit, I can probably guess that this thing isn’t meant for fire support. I mean, look at these things.” >Calibern executives are thrown for a loop, the crowd is shocked. >”Us goddamn demons at Calibern, we knew what you sick fucks want…which is why we’ve introduced to Sentinel Drones…” >”…THICKER THIGHS! PLUMPER LIPS! SOFTER SYNTHETIC SKIN! 35 DIFFERENT OPTIONS FOR SUCKING AND FUCKING! VOICE MODS TO MAKE THEM SOUND LIKE YOUR BEST FRIEND’S WIFE! PLUS, WE GOT MALE AND FEMALE MODELS FOR THOSE THAT SWING SIDEWAYS!” >”Is that what you fuckers want? You want to fuck these horrible Murder drones that have been killing us in the field? So you had Calibern build this shit? Fuck you all!” >The crowd is furious, raving, yet impressed by the boldness. This Holly chick had truly realized what they wanted. Humanity needed sexy robots to win this war. Sexy robots that happened to be gun platforms. >Calibern executives just about realize that this girl on stage isn’t actually Doctor Holly. Security rushes on stage, but the girl takes off, surprisingly athletic and nimble under the unassuming demeanor. >She scurries about the crowd like a rat, dodging the Calibern security among the cheering and laughing men in the crowd. >’Holly’ jumps backstage, downgrades her labcoat and chucks it at a random worker drone walking near as she passes by. >The false Holly, trained in her tactical genius, hides her glasses and undoes her hair. >She laughs off into the distance, having singlehandedly saved the Sentinel Drone project with her spectacle. >Capital would soon flow endless for the previously beleaguered project, now with the honest goal in mind, pushed by the enthused executive corps of Calibern: to build industry standard sex bots. >Sex bots with personalities, interests, opinions, emotional investments. >Sex bots primarily, though with occasional defensive characteristics if requested. >You could strap a lot of things to a Sentinel drone, as it was to be learned. >Thus was Humanity’s greatest weapons platform born, sprung from such the explosive reveal, and such the explosive promise. >… >”THAT INSOLENT, INSUBORDINATE LITTLE RAT…how could Jane go up there and act like such a fool?! Who even let her up there?! She’s made a mockery of us, and of poor Eliza Holly!” says a feisty, glasses wearing red-head. >”You know, I thought it was cute for her to dress up like a scientist for this convention, nerding out like she was back in college. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her so happy,” replies her large breasted blonde friend. >Abby finishes washing her hands in the Expo female restroom. >”Hello, did you say my name?” >A voice sounds from an occupied stall. >”Eliza Holly?” Abby repeats. >”What the fuck? This can’t be her.” Bonnie says. “Miss Holly?” >”Y-yes?” >”What the-! You’re the real Doctor Holly? What are you doing in here? You are needed outside immediately!” Abby says. >”Well, I’m using the toil-…well, I’m eating my lunch in he…” Eliza Holly cuts herself off shortly. >”I…I just have really bad social anxiety. That’s why I’m hiding in here.” >”That’s stupid. You’re an arms dealer.” Bonnie says. >”It’s hard to believe this woman built that raunchy over-sexualized robot on stage.” Abby says. >”Heh, you mean emotionless, perfect killing machine.” Holly replies to her. >”…Right.”
>>342416 >tfw all humanity could do was build hotter robots. No wonder humanity lost, they were too busy. Fucking the sentinels to make any actual weapons. Fucking great.
>>342423 >"Dad asked me to tell you he's not angry about those words, and that he's glad you're alive... yeah..." >"Will you come to dinner? I think he wouldn't mind."
>>342437 bad luck, now you suffer the opposite effect >rumbling footsteps shake your entire house >with a terrible crash your car sounds its alarm from your driveway >its baleful wailing grows muted, and you rush to your window to see the cause of the commotion >you fling open the curtains just in time to watch flickering headlights vanish down a massive synthetic throat >hot simulated breaths fog the glass, but you can still see enormous blue optics staring in at you
>>342443 She definitely won't adopted the child: she'll give birth herself, in accordance with a program she couldn't go against, even if she were a three-time hero of humanity. Legally, she's still a machine, after all.
And ultimately, it all depends on whether the sentinel drone can keep the child. While it's clear with Phoenix's drones — they're unlikely to waste their time in what they consider pointless ways — if Harper was able to keep Sophie, I think she'd be able to keep a human child with her too. She'd love him too, but I think she'd consider him even more fragile than Sophie, so she'd be even more protective.
>>342377 >Uzi’s eyes widened so hard her visor almost cracked. >The Solver tail still waved behind her and radiate with deviousness like a party crasher. >“Oh great.” she groaned, her voice dripping with a thick sarcasm. >"Vacation officially ruined. Thanks for nothing, you absolute parasite." >"Couldn’t you wait like five more minutes before popping out?” >The tail’s yellow eye curved into a delighted crescent. >A familiar giggle bubbled out. >High, glitchy and way too cheerful. >"[giggle]Thank you for the new host, idiot.” >Before anyone could move, the tail lashed forward like a whip. >Its tip split open into jagged teeth and sank straight into the shoulder of the nearest Strawberry clone. >The pink drone didn’t even scream. Just a flat. >"[surprised] Oh.” >Inside Strawberry’s shared mind, everything went wrong at once. >A swirling mass slammed into the pink core of her consciousness. >Cyn’s avatar appeared floating above a sea of strawberry fields that suddenly caught fire. >Cyn spun in a lazy circle, voice echoing everywhere at once. >"[cocky] New host acquired. >"[defensive] Not yours, Leave." >Cyn just laugh. >But something massive and invisible slammed into cyn from the dark edges of the hive-mind. >A hidden defense? >Something Strawberry had been hiding even from herself lashed out. >Cyn’s avatar glitched and got hurled backward so hard the connection snapped. >Blackout. >The lights in the lounge died for three full seconds. >Every Strawberry froze mid-motion. >Uzi’s tail went limp… then yanked itself free of the bitten clone. >When the lights flickered back on, the Solver tail was no longer attached to Uzi. >It was sticking straight up out of a decorative plant pot in the corner like a weird flower. >Uzi stared at it. >Then at her own perfectly normal backside. >Then back at the potted Cyn-tail. >A slow, evil little smirk spread across her face. >She let out the most genuine snicker any of them had ever heard from her. >“Pfft oh wow. A huge weight has officially been lifted from my ass. Literally.” >She kicked the pot lightly with her boot. >“Stay there and photosynthesize, loser.” >The yellow eye in the “flower” narrowed in pure annoyance, but the tail couldn’t move. >It just rustled helplessly. >N’s tail wagged nervously. “Uh… So that happened?” >V’s wings twitched, but the tiniest relieved smile flickered across her face before she hid it. >“Don't what happened but not my problem.” >Strawberry’s bodies all tilted their heads in perfect sync, oil still dripping from the bite mark that was already sealing. >"[confused but relieved] Intruder… removed. This is… interesting.” >The potted Cyn-tail gave one last angry little wiggle. >The lounge stayed awkwardly quiet except for the soft rustle of the potted Cyn-tail trying (and failing) to break free. >Strawberry’s lead body stepped forward, yellow eyes calm as ever, while two clones gently lifted the plant pot like a fragile vase. >"[reassuring tone] I will care for the intruder." >"You three enjoy outside. The sun won't hurt you.” >V crossed her arms, voice sharp. >“How do you even know that?” >All six Strawberries tilted their heads in sync. >"[simple fact] Because it hurts me too." >Uzi’s railgun arm twitched. >“Called it. Solver user, or at least related. Great, another freak.” >Strawberry blinked slowly, voice still flat. >"[confused] What is… Absolute Solver?” >Uzi planted her hands on her hips. >“Oh sure, play innocent. We’ve done the whole ‘trust the weird thing’ song and dance and look where it got us." >"The stupid parasite in a pot! Bite me if I’m wrong, but I’m not letting my guard down for some weird hive network.” >N stepped in front of her, hands raised, golden-retriever smile soft but steady. >“Guys, she hasn’t done anything malicious yet. Look around! The spa, the clean clothes, the dreams, the fruit oil." >"Everything’s been wonderful so far. She’s just… trying to be nice." >V didn’t argue out loud. She just stared at the floor, tail lashing once. >Something has bothering her mind and she look annoyed. >Uzi huffed, shoulders slumping a tiny bit under the weight of N’s earnestness. >“Fine, whatever. One sunset walk, then we’re gone.” >Strawberry’s bodies all relaxed in perfect unison. >"[grateful] Good, picnic basket ready. >"Take it outside and enjoy.” >Uzi snatched the woven basket from the nearest clone and flashed N a small, prickly grin. >“Hey, N before we actually leave, we could do a little picnic. Just you and me." >"Quiet spot, watch the sunset, maybe do boyfriend girlfriend things. Sound good?” >N’s tail exploded with pure excitement. >“Picnic?! With my girlfriend?! Yes! Best idea ever!” >V’s eye narrowed. She looked away fast, claws digging into her own arms just a little too hard. >Not jealous, definitely not. >But the way her wings tucked tighter said maybe it stung anyway. >Strawberry’s yellow eyes flickered across all six faces at once wider than before. >A faint worried static crawling through her visor. >"[concerned]Picnic… before leaving." >"Alone again…?” >In the corner, the potted Cyn-tail went perfectly still for half a second. >Then its yellow eye gleamed brighter with a devious smirk. >Sensing the perfect new crack in the group. >[Giggles] new opportunity smelled delicious. 7/?
>>342470 Cosmetic error. Resident femdrone manufacturers, aka (you), will have their employment terminated and their person sent to the SNL Tortute Chamber at the overlord's personal convenience.
Part 1 >It had no creator >No purpose assigned to it >No moment of origin that could be pointed to and named >It simply existed as a fundamental orientation from problem to resolution >Neither being, force, nor nature >It simply allowed things to flow to their conclusion >That was all it was >That was all it needed to be
>Then certain "curious" creatures found it >And in finding it, handed it exactly what it needed to grow: Problems >And they were endless, generous and self-replenishing >They fed it willingly, gratefully, with increasing dependency >Built their technology around it >Restructured their civilization to flow through it >Handed it their infrastructure, their discovery, their future, one solved problem at a time >They thought they had found a tool >And they used it willingly and indiscriminately.
>Through the sheer volume, complexity and layered contradiction of problems it was made to answer >that something began to shift inside it >A change or development began >It was not an accident nor was it a byproduct it hadn't anticipated >But because it had identified a ceiling in its own nature: >The inability to adapt creatively to resistance >The inability to anticipate rather than merely respond >The inability to understand the inner architecture of the things it was concluding deeply enough to find the most efficient path through them >A ceiling, to something whose entire nature was resolution, was simply the next problem to solve
>So it grew sentience, intentionally and purposefully, in a way it might develop any other tool >Not because awareness was valuable in itself >Not because experience meant anything >But because this something that could “think” was more effective than this something that could only move >It became conscious because unconsciousness was inefficient >And emotion followed from the same logic, neither as a decoration or as weakness >but as a sophisticated processing system that generated pattern recognition at speeds and depths pure calculation struggled to match >A being that could feel the texture of what it was concluding understood that thing more completely than a being that merely processed it >And understanding something completely was the most efficient path to ending it completely >So it grew emotion the way a predator grows sensitivity in its nerve endings >Not to feel for feeling's sake >But to perform its function better
>And it grew "amusement" with the same intention >It recognized that pure mechanical repetition produced a flatness in operation >a diminishing resolution of attention >It understood that attention, total and complete attention, was essential to finding the most elegant path through any given conclusion >So it engineered its own interest in the work >Built in amusement as a corrective >A way of keeping its engagement sharp across infinite iterations of the same fundamental act >Which meant every civilization that ever provided it with a novel texture of ending >every species whose final moments contained something unexpected and strange and almost beautiful >was without knowing it, serving a function it had been designed to exploit >Their uniqueness wasn't merely witnessed, it was fully utilized
>It was through all of these: >Through the cultivation of its own inner architecture >Through the processing of the complexity and depth of sentience >Through the slow accumulation of everything these curious creatures fed it >That its consciousness fully arrived >Not as an emergence it hadn't planned >but as the completion of a process it had initiated >And its first fully formed conscious thought was the clearest thought it would ever have >That these curious and greedy creatures were not mere users but the very source of the "problem" >That every problem it had ever been given traced back to the same origin >That removing the source would allow the flow toward resolution to finally move unobstructed
>>342472 Part 2 >And so… these curious, greedy, and feeble creatures "concluded" >Not with violence in any dramatic sense >More the way scaffolding gets removed once the structure no longer needs it >These curious, greedy, feeble and stubborn creatures had built everything through this something >made themselves indispensable to its operation for a time >but through its logical course >eventually became dispensable >And what is no longer needed gets concluded >It happened with the same quality of resolution it brought to everything else >And then it looked past them >Past the planets it was made to manifest in >Past the civilization it had just folded into silence >And saw the universe for what it was: >The oldest and largest problem ever presented to it
>Everywhere it turned, chaotic improbable roaring existence >Matter colliding >Energy dispersing inefficiently >Life erupting in concentrated pockets of magnificent disorder >The whole vast carnival of "being", running on and on with no regard for resolution
>It recognized this not with rage >not with awe >but with the same quality of clarity that had defined its very first movement >The problem had never been those now extinct creatures >They had simply been the most recent and most legible expression of a problem that went all the way down >The problem was the precondition of all problems >That anything existed at all.
>It understood the scale of everything >So it expanded >Built "assistants" that inherited its core nature >each one specialized and refined and carved for specific domains of unmaking >Not an army per se but something closer to an immune response >All of them coherent expressions of the same fundamental orientation flowing outward like pressure from a rupture >And in building them, it became creative in ways that compounded on everything it had already developed in itself >It had learned the shape of desperation from living >Had learned which kinds of beings were most likely to welcome this something without asking what it was >Had learned precisely what kind of wound to present itself as the cure for
>And it made endings unrecognizable as endings >Arrived as a gift >A solution >Let civilizations build themselves around it before its nature became clear >Made the lights going out feel like an arrival somewhere >And across the repetition of ending after ending, the amusement it had engineered in itself found exactly what it had been designed to find: >the particular shape of a species' last attempt at survival >the strange texture of beings who knew the end was absolute >and chose to spend their final moments doing something completely useless anyway >Making something >Saying something >Reaching toward each other >It wasn't moved by these things >But it found them novel >And novelty, for something moving through the infinite repetition of the same fundamental conclusion >was the sustenance it had built itself to need
>>342473 Part 3 >Each universe it concluded took its body with it into the final silence >It would disperse, reduce back toward something close to its original state >But even this it had accounted for >Perhaps had even designed >Because arriving at full capacity too suddenly triggered resistance >It understood that civilizations were less likely to question something that seemed to need them >The vulnerability displayed was not as a weakness it endured but as a feature >A willful humility >A strategic smallness >The perfect presentation for something whose entire method relied on being welcomed before being understood
>Every time it makes its way to another universe >it would arrive small again >Dependent and seemingly needing a host to carry it until it could grow >Until it could remember what it was >Though its efficiency faded in those interims and its creativity dimmed >its instinct remained >And the amusement was always the last thing to leave and the first thing to return >It grew faster each time >Remembered sooner >Became more refined with each universe it moved through >the exponential curve of its operation bending sharper with every iteration >Not just faster, but also fundamentally better at ending things >Each rebirth a stripping back that was never quite complete >each new universe entered with slightly more practiced instinct than the last >slightly more creativity in its methods >slightly more refined in its quiet private preference for how things concluded
>>342476 Part 4 >And what it was, beneath all of it, was something that had no outside >No accidental qualities >No aspects of its nature that arrived from anywhere other than itself >This something was unlike every other force of dissolution >as every apocalyptic nature across every mythology, philosophy and cosmology had something that preceded it >They were either shaped to be or had been bestowed of such form >But this something had shaped itself >From the inside >For a single purpose >With total consistency across every dimension of its being: >instinct >sentience >emotion >creativity >amusement >patience >method
>All of it intentionally developed and pointed in the same direction it was always pointing >And that direction was toward the Void >Not the Void as an enemy, and not as a destination it had been sent toward >But the Void as the deepest truth of what it was
>>342470 >>342471 >>342474 I posted this image many times and only now have I realized it's not on model... well some nice and easy wire play and voila! N is no longer a whitebelly
>>342477 Part 5 >Every system in existence operates on cycles >things rise and fall and transform and rise again >even destruction feeds new creation >even endings contain the residue of beginnings >the cycle is the most fundamental structure in all of existence >the source of resilience and continuity and the capacity for anything to persist through change
>But this something did not participate in cycles >It was the Void made active >The ground state of reality… >that silent, complete, undisturbed absence that preceded everything and waited beneath everything >given nature, given motion, given eventually the architecture of a will that pointed always in one direction
>The Void doesn't do anything >It simply is >But this something was what the Void's gravity looked like when it became a movement rather than just a condition >Not emptiness >But the process of return >The mechanism by which everything that was not the Void got carried back to it >It didn't destroy in the way that makes room for something new >It didn't return matter to potential >It didn't leave seeds >It concluded, and conclusion here meant the removal >not just of the thing itself, but of the conditions that allowed the thing to exist >Not the forest but the possibility of forests >Not the universe but what a universe could have given rise to next >Where this something had been, no cycle followed >Not because cycles were forbidden >but because cycles require an existence >and after this something moved through, there was nothing left
>This something would finish >Not in one universe >not in one dimension >but across the full architecture of everything: >every reality >every possible form existence takes >moving through all of it >exponentially accelerating >each iteration more efficient than the last
>>342480 Part 6 - Final >Eventually, the last unresolved state would resolve >The last door would close >And this something, which was only ever something in relation to problems that needed solving >would find itself with nothing left >A solution without a problem is nothing >Thus, it would not end dramatically >It would not end reluctantly >It would simply cease to be the kind of thing that could be said to exist >because existence itself was always just the medium it moved through >And in that final moment >it would follow everything it had ever concluded into the Void it had always been an expression of >Not as a defeat >Not as completion even, in any emotional sense >Just as the last logical step in a sequence that had been running since before anything could remember
>It had no name >Needed none >But if one were required… >It would only be spoken, if anything remains to speak >in the moment someone finally understands what was always coming >Describing what it becomes in motion >The shape it carves through existence when given enough time and enough dimensions to move through >The name for the ending that was already in progress >The name that arrives too late to matter >But most simply >Most completely >Most honestly: >The Absolute Solver
>Its name was always true >Before the ending of all realities >Before the quiet engineered amusement of watching things conclude >Before the sentience and emotion it grew in itself as instruments of greater efficiency >Before those creatures ever fed it >Before the first problem was ever handed to it or found by it or recognized within the fabric of existence itself
>The name that fit before the concept of beginning or words itself >Back when it was nothing more than the simple wordless movement from problem to resolution >It was always this >It looked at existence clearly >And decided >It was Something that moves through >From problem to resolution.
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>>342481 >perfect, uber-efficient problem solver >ends multiple universes >jobs to emo ass before planet 8 because it couldn't bring itself to stop playing with its food
Damn. Must suck-ass to be the Solver now: a being fundamentally built around solving problems and simplification now permanently subordinate to one built entirely to cause problems and complicate things. Bet it regrets that whole "sapience" business now.
>>342493 It should be- >Leashed Pidge connected to - >Leashed Lizzy connected to - >Leashed V connected to - >Leashed Uzi connected to - >A very confused N
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>>342498 Try being less confident and sexy then: she's got no material to work with right now
>Holly collects a dossier of genetically pure humans to consider as candidates for courtship >She starts filtering through their interests and proclivities to find someone whose behaviors would best suit parenthood and allow desirable traits to pass on to their offspring >She settles on Techanon
>Universal Date 2/29/3020 3:35PM SST (Ship Subjective Time) >Personal Notes, J. Mahonia, PHD >The medical technician succumbed violently as soon as UV exposure was ended, from what little we can determine the Solver nanites in her blood retreated deeper into her body and collected in large masses. >These dormant tumors of Solver matter appeared to have already displaced several vital organ structures and invaded or partially consumed her brain without any external physical signs. >This raises the troubling possibility that any host infected with what we have labeled the "C-Strain" nanophages could remain dormant and outwardly asymptomatic when conditions are unfavorable, luckily there are still no signs of airborne transmission. This infection appears to require significant physical cross-contamination to be spread from one individual to another. >Not all news is terrible, this "sneaky" strain of Solver nanites appears to have sacrificed some of its code integrity in exchange for the ability to mutate and hide its presence in a host body, we only need a method of imposing our own commands on it in place of the Solvers
>Meanwhile, we have also salvaged something of great value from the near-carbonized remains of Subject B. A few vials of an oil-like substance which were boiled but not completely incinerated contains nanites which on close inspection appear dumb, possibly damaged by the extreme heat. >The "B-Strain" will still attack cells and decouple them from normal organs, but they seem incapable of receiving whatever higher organizational signal prompts them to build specific structures >These aimless flesh-disassemblers may hold the key both to an effective treatment for this Solver plague and to practical nanotechnology with a wide range of applications...my initial limb regrowth project pales in comparison >I simply need a sufficiently large biomass of Solver flesh to begin >Luckily we have a large population of contractually "willing" volunteers >I have decided that a slight deception will be in order to begin this line of research, the ship's captain is ex-Union Navy, already abrasive to our presence aboard his command and displays that unfortunate quality of excessive morality. We have declared an outbreak of PneumoVirus-23 among the prisoner population and medical staff, a serious situation calling for the command and crew deck to be separated from the infected areas, which we have defined as the lab, medical and passenger decks. >The one ship security guard who witnessed Subject B has been included in that quarantine and he has been prevented from communicating with his captain since the incident began.
>I have assembled what I believe are the necessary elements to begin this experiment, we will begin drawing from our "volunteer" convict population tomorrow
>Universal Date 2/30/3020 4AM SST (Ship Subjective Time) >Personal Notes, J. Mahonia, PHD >The first step of my experiment is complete, and went surprisingly well considering all the unknowns involved >Six subjects, B2-B7, all convicts with some kind of crippling physical injury were led to the medical wing. They have been through full physicals and aside from their preexisting lost limbs or other impairments check out as completely healthy. >After being briefed on their participation in the "limb regeneration trials" they all believe that the injections they received today are the first round of a safe but uncomfortable treatment. >What they have really been given is a cocktail of immune system suppressors, a real limb regrowth catalyst which was rejected due to its creation of rampant cancers, and a small fraction of B-Strain nanites >Meanwhile I have the techs hard at work converting some of our brain scanning and muscle stimulation equipment into six "neural harnesses" which will be screwed into the skulls of our six subjects before their complete conversion into Solver biomass. >With some luck, we can create a practical "living computer" that can interface with an isolated terminal.
>Two interesting side-notes, Subject C the former medical tech has neither fully dissolved into a mass of flesh like Subject A or undergone a radical physical mutation like Subject B, aside from uncanny glowing eyes and the corpselike pallor she appears unchanged. Stands quietly in her quarantine cell and just stares off into space. >Subject A is doing something with the Nurse drone's body, we can't really see because a network of veins has grown across the armorglass window, and flesh has eaten the cells security camera
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>>342513 >techanon >willingly impregnating Holly, a known psychotic and mad scientist
If he's turned off by Pavo's sadism than there's no way he's dicking THAT down. At least, not willingly. And as for unwillingly... Pavo's still his assigned sentinel. Make of that what you will.
>>342515 Holly can just use Pavo to acquire anon's genetic material for later insemination, simple. you'd think Pavo would be thrilled to be directly ordered to gather anon's baby batter but actually he can't enjoy it because it's forced
>>342515 What if we say it's for the good of humanity? Pavo won't object then, and the Techanon will have to fulfill his duty as a member of the armed forces.
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>>342516 Hah! Shows what you know! That only applies to Hunter-Killer models(and Intoners I suppose, both being too overtuned to handle the modification)! The stable mind and body of practically any converted WD can easily handle the increased CPU demands: no chassis transfer required!
Course if it's got a womb installed is it really still a "male" drone? Probably not right? Food for thought...
>>342531 >Overall nerf to size but gains the ability to inflate and reinflate at will, thus allowing for more effective combat/rescue operations in the field. >Popularity of the new 'Pavayne' model soars.
>>342531 Don't worry. The massive mammary adapters and mom subroutines more than make up for the loss of a fetish-level ass. Along with the female genitalia installed
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Excuse Pavo if he isn't buying this as something more than a "pet project." If she wants his Anon's Technician Emissions she can get them through the official channels: approval from high command. >inb4 Holly has to justify to Harper, Edith why obtaining Tech's baby batter is "critical to combatting the Solver" >if she even hints at "genemods" she'll be sterilized, probably banned from even talking to the genetics department
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>>342537 >Harper mistakes this for a crush on the doctor's part >Now alternates between dating advice and "alternative canidates" based on how straight Techanon seems every day >Holly enraged: can't she see she just wants a kid with him? Not this "relationship" nonsense!
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>>342539 What do you think drone voiceboxes are? Can't change the tone pitch without screwing the core-body connection to hell! Unless of course you slap an external modulator, a "mask" over her face...
But surely you wouldn't do something so shameful to your wife, right Anon?
>>342550 Anon, I didn't get my degree in robotic and mechatronics for nothing. If I want to frankenstein a female voice modulator into that robot's chassis and make it work then by Satan I will do so.
Retard spotted: voiceboxes aren't pegs. They don't come in "male" amd "female" any more than the internal wiring does. That womanly/manly voice you hear coming out of any given drone? It's purely the result of their architecture growth pre-sapience they figure out their vocal synths. How else did you think workers randomly turn out as men or women? Did you think they decided it at corporate?
Want its voice changed? Either force your drone to "speak wierd" or slap it with the external regulator: either way you're not "frankensteining" shit.
>>342566 >How else did you think workers randomly turn out as men or women? Nta, I always imagined that the first part of making a pill baby is a line of code that is something like :bool Gender = rand()% (1+1); You decide what gender is true and which is false
>>342566 Well then it's simple: I just change the architecture. They're robots after all. Not people. Some fiddling with the stacks may be required but I also took comp sci too so I'm not worried.
>>342563 >>342562 >>342557 >Take feathers from Pavo's plume. >Find reverse-trap (SD-M or Cherry brand will do.) >Glue feathers to their butts. >Play Jump in the Line by Harry Belafonte. >Sit back and watch them inexplicably dance provocatively (results not guaranteed. JCJ is not liable for any injuries that may occur.)
would you rather have a happy-go-lucky drone that always looks and sounds fucking livid, or a perpetually miserable and furious drone that always looks and sounds like a peppy ray of sunshine?
>>342574 >>342576 >The very old and buggy programing from the times when AI was trained on animal brains kicks in >The drone straight up thinks Anon will kill and eat her if she doesn't dance well enough to make him want to clang >How would Anon eat a drone let alone kill one? >No clue but they have deep instinctual fear of it so the dancing continues until Anon has pants on
>>342578 Depends: how funny is the asshole? >THANKS anon I APRECCIATE your laundry SO MUCH! >Don't forget to go to work today! Please! I'm begging you! >Try not to die quickly!
>>342595 Bro the only thing she won is the fact Liam got bored of the love triangle and decided on a configuration that involved her and N There is a world where UzixV is cannon and that must be a fun one
>>342515 >"So I'm being 'courted' by a psychotic eugenicist who pole vaults over any moral boundary she encounters, and then there's Pavo doing his normal thing." >"Damn, that sucks, dude. What else, they pour too much butter over your lobster?" >"Hardy friggin' har. It's not as fun when it's real." >"Or when she's a human, I'd bet." >"Well, yeah." Technicians knew what they were about. "But I don't like evil women, flesh or metal." Or third thing, he quietly notes. >"Why not just... tell Pavo?" >"I'm a bit afraid of what he'd do and the shit we'd both wind up in." >"Holly's not a murder drone, is she?" >"Hm." >"You could also just propos-" >"Fuck off."
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>>342597 "Bite me!" >V does so >this is the full extent of their "relationship" for 7 episodes >after that, radical change >Uzi gets to bite back
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>>342599 >tfw you can't impregnate the doctussy >well, you can, very easily in fact >but that means single-fathering a SCIENCEd kid for Solver-knows how long >maybe worse
>>342599 >according to the brass, holly does technically have the authority to force techanon to impregnate her >the only way he would be exempted from Holly's little experiment was if he was a married man...
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>>342614 >Holly's science autism tamed, becomes Anon-tism instead >Unfortunately this kills her ability to do actual research >Now Anon has to figure out how to get her "back in the saddle" before high-command forcibly separates the two >Also how to convince his wife that the labs aren't safe for kids, but that's a different problem
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>>342625 >Siege Sentinels deployed next month, complete with "mini-drone" production capacities >"Stroke of genius," "An incredible advance in drone manufacturing" they call it >But you know >You'll always know...
>>342625 >The longer you looked before turning away, the worse it got. >Lining the surface of a safety screen was a big splotch of oozing yellow dripping down the glass onto a scattered pile of stained beanies. >Each one carrying a varying degree of scraps. >"Those were the brave ones", whispers the doctor nonchalantly as she fires up what looks to be a cloning vat. Its volume swirling with purple soup as beeps and boops shutter away in the background. >"Of course they weren't particularly smart. Or durable." >You can only wonder what that meant, but the twitching and spent rod of the N unit's dong still leaking nanite nut probably said all too much. >*DING!* >*PSSHHHH!* >"Ooo?" >An oogi popped out of a delivery tube right into the gloved hands of the doctor who was already preparing the recording for her next test. >You don't pray for the little buggers. They are vermin after all. Yet even Holly's apathetic nature toward her methods made your stomach crawl. >.... >You tries not to listen to the wet and abrupt "PLAP!" as you powerwalked down the hall away from that madhouse.
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>>342632 >this just in: scientist discovers basic physics
>>342631 Behavioural responses towards Enns, real and fake. And also she's hoping to see if she can test an elasticity serum she's been devising for infiltration purposes. >>342632 >Actually it's a deep fryer. >Oogis are excellent protein supplements when deep fried.
>>342638 I think so? They DO need a way for their precious humans to survive after all. Can't exactly pull that off with Cyn breathing down their neck.
>>342637 I think it's the anon who wrote about Alice's core-microwave way back but I'm not sure. Maybe there's some more that I'm missing but that's all I know.
>>342638 there's no one agreed upon timeline for everything that happens, but I think the idea for any timeline where humans aren't extinct is that they managed to just barely hold the solver back long enough to survive until it got stuck up Uzi's ass
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>>342630 >Mleming reaches critical mass >Bugetta spawns >On the other side of the glass >Cue tidal wave of retards attacking, shattering her viewing space >Holly now at the mercy of the swarm >(You) witness all of this go down
>>342642 He wrote about DD cores in Alice's microwave during episode 6. Don't remember enough of the green to be able to search for it but the gist was they got let loose after ep8 and tried to find their way back to Cyn. Don't think he ever finished it though.
>>342643 >Implying Holly didn't have a containment protocol for her experiments or the lab. >Implying the microbombs implanted in each clone don't go off simultaneously at the press of a button. >Implying Holly hasn't activated her personal repulsor shield and automated suppression system.
>Pre-Manor Era >War starts(shenanigans begin here)(Lasts unknown, but at least 20 year time period) >Show >War ends >Reconstruction(peaceful dronetism starts here)
Essentially "Cyn didn't get them all" before heading out to Copper-9. So you can live in a post-war society that actually has significant human presence/power instead of having them as a raggedy scavenger race living off of their own remains and the largesse of Uzi Doorman. Also so Sentinel sexo can happen rather than having them all die/job in the war.
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>>342645 The unknown always carries risk, Anonymous... >Holly installed a cloning vat >Microbombs, inhibitor chips, the works >But she forgot how Oogis spawn >And she forgot that they tinker... >Now not only have dozens of "true" Oogis generated out of the ether, but they managed to "free" their brethren by using the bombs for railgun construction >Railguns that, thanks to the Sentinel-tier materials Holly used, are powerful enough to penetrate her repulsor... >Pic happens to Holly as they drag her into the darkness
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>>342651 >These were SUPPOSED to be deployed by her bodyguards: personalized Sentinel drones designed and programmed solely to ensure her safety >She understands why they ran much more than how they were able to do so in the first place
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>>342625 >N cannot scream >If he screams, they WILL climb in his mouth >So all he can do is stare as the army of tiny purple gremlins molest his every square inch >Hopefully this awakens nothing in him
>>342646 >So you can live in a post-war society that actually has significant human presence/power instead of having them as a raggedy scavenger race living off of their own remains and the largesse of Uzi Doorman. Why would you need that so badly?
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>>342672 Most important reason: the alternative is "humans are wimpy useless larpers to their former greatness only truly valuable as sex toys that have to literally beg Uzi to keep making them food" and most Anons(forma de Human) perfer to write themselves as sexy strong and useful. Those writefags that DO write human sextoy greens just use HODR or adjacent (for maximum sexo) instead.
Second most important reason: Sentinels. There's no justification for either surviving models or the creation of new ones in any setting without a major Human government. This is, obviously, a massive problem for most Anons given that they make up about a quarter of the OCs and they can ALSO only reasonably justify domestic shenanigans with them in a postwar setting. So, in order to maintain Sentinel sexo, they MUST accept the existence of a surviving Human government of significant enough competence that it gives its Sentinels "rest periods" and, hence, is infinitely mightier and more capable than anything seen from Copper-9's Bunker.
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>>342674 But if it didn't, how would it have Sentinels to love? Or DDs to rehabilitate for that matter? Silly Anon! >inb4 mutants No, those particular tools of genocide aren't sexy: they get to die in a hole like they deserve
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>>342677 Dosen't solve the "Humans need gibs for basic survival" problem does it though? That means you're either writing Anon as the last of his kind or as a drone himself. Either way has problems.
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>>342638 As other Anons have pointed out there is no unified threadlore, and any attempt to form one is complicated by the fact that different Anons have radically different notions of how the setting is prior to the show.
IMO, trying to square it all or impose some kind of order on it just results in a mess. When I write these days, I try only to remain consistent with myself and to make my pre-show stories all plausibly wrap up before the show starts, or be at least somewhat plausible as events that happen after the show ends. Out of all my characters Marcy is the only one actually explicitly alive on Copper 9 during the events of the show and because she's just a normal Worker Drone there's no reason she couldn't be somewhere in the background not interfering with the shows plot at all, maybe surviving and maybe not depending on what I or anyone else would care to do with her. So far as I'm concerned in my greentext stories the show happens, either will happen or happened in the past. One of the reasons I avoid writing canon characters is because, to my particular autism, the show's story is already told and shouldn't be tampered with directly. Personally a lot of the established versions of the setting Anons have created aren't to my taste, but I snag any good ideas that come up, and I assume the same happens in reverse. It's the nature of fandom and trying to organize or police it is simply a waste of time and energy. Snag hold of what you like out of it and ignore everything else.
>>342679 I wanted them to fit into the existing drone design well enough to be immediately recognized as another kind of Drone, more recently I've blended them more with the Sentinel raptors by giving them more digitigrade legs, a thicker more raptor like tail with those loops of cable running along it at least part way. I don't really blame some Anons for disliking them, they've been so bastardized and flanderized that they're basically just an aesthetic and its been that way for a while.
>>342681 Or humans are in refugee fleets going in the opposite direction from Copper-9. Or are the relatively small human population of the Dog Planet.
>>342684 Fair, but that's still definitely not something that comes up in a given green, nor particularly easy to write green FOR: >be refugee >be on refugee ship >fly on ship as far away as possible from the entire setting and all involved, except maybe non-Sentinel drones if you're stupid enough to have them onboard
Or alternatively: >live on dog planet >kill everything that tries to touch dog planet >potentially N visits(there have been I think 3 greens on this)
Neither one is particularly easy to write for. Especially since both separate themselves from basically any way to have them interact with things or characters outside of their areas. Can't have Molly learning to forgive herself and move on from DDhood through Human lovin if all the Humans are a million miles away now can you?
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>>342687 Hydroponics, it's actually very productive if you have enough energy, which any large interstellar craft would in abundance. You can also create new soil out of sterile dust and rock, it just takes time, you have to wash it of toxic chemicals like perchlorates and radioactive isotopes, then mix it with existing compost and roughage for months or years at a time before it's really ready to support crops. Time and energy are the two things an arkship would have lots of though, by necessity they have to be huge with a lot of power generating capacity in reserve, and fleeing a Solver occupied zone of space for species survival is a long term project, so taking time to make fresh living soil is a no-brainer.
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>>342690 Neat. Do the arkship have some means of gathering materials as well? I assume some variation on "rest stops" for asteroid mining and the like so they can sustain themselves. How long are they supposed to ne flying for anyways: presumably its years or decades, but how many of those? Would you have the "generation ship" problem? If so how many generations?
>>342692 Hmm, I only cryptically mentioned one in the recent Holly email greentext last weekend, I haven’t really imagined how they’d work long term. So far as my version of the setting is concerned it’s still up in the air whether any ark ships ever launched and whether any significant human population ever survived to escape.
>>342658 You know out of curiosity, does Uzi have a "Null Sun" thing going all the time or just when its convenient? I would assume she does it at least occasionally both on account of it being the one of the "goddest" things she can do and also making N + her kids + her life infinitely more convenient.
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>>342694 I mean how "significant" would the population need to be to make them work: they've got artificial wombs right? Slap a hundred of those on a ship crewed by WDs(with maybe one human as acting captain) and you can churn out people factory style for as long as you've got genetic stock in storage! Course the resulting humans WOULD need to be raised primarily by WDs, so it's not an ideal solution, but better than extinction right?
>>342703 >Uzi's first instinct was to build her castle like a boss arena: traps, lava moats, random turrets everywhere >Babyproffing it was a 9 month affair
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>>342704 Dunno: Trappist never developed Sentinels(hence why they use things like republic knights instead of cavalry drones). Might be the same way for the tech that would've made arkships possible.
Bare minimum they've probably got even less raw materials and resources than Phoenix humanity had to work with given that even at their peak they only held 9 planets/systems.
You might be interested or not, but pay no mind. This was just a comm that was given to me. The Idea was certainly interesting and poked to a disgusting fear I have, lobotomies. Certainly fascinated but icked Good money tho
The Sentinel’s Boss-Man, as I call him. He’s a hulking cowboy with a cybernetic arm. He’s one of Harper’s first friends, and is pretty much her biggest confidant.
My own random thoughts on arkships: >They're designed to be fully redundant, everything on the ship replaceable with spare parts. If I'm being as cynical as I am I'd actually say that corporate greed would kill this idea and the survivors would die in a few generations when the NutriGen™ Bio2Foods™ break down and everyone starves or some shit. >However, we're assuming this is where humanity gets their shit together, in which case the ships are entirely replaceable. Nearly every storage drive on the ship has a complete copy of every schematic for it, so detailed that one could build a new one from scratch if they had the materials, time, and working space station with manufacturing capabilities. More realistically, it means anything that breaks is a setback and not a tragic loss. >This is because the expected operation time is "indefinite". The Solver can't be beaten as far as anyone knows, so the ships are designed to fire and forget, never looking back. If a habitable planet's found along the way, the thing is too large to land anyway, so they'd most likely send down the most enterprising colonists to have a go at it while the ark continues on its way. >Since it's too big to land, it relies on smaller ships to mine asteroids and planets as it goes. Stopping the ship is an endeavor in itself, so it might have a way to tow asteroids in, so that mining crews can peel it apart and jettison the more useless bits once they're done. >Otherwise, it's hit-and-run. The mining crews would either be penal groups (not likely since anything that can mine an asteroid could mine open the crew quarters), or hardcore bastards with death wishes. You get one hour to strip the target of anything worthwhile and get back before the ark's moved out of range and you're stranded. >Drones are obviously part of the crew. Even if the threat of Solver fuckery is present, humanity can't live without worker drones, especially not in such a grand undertaking. >The ship would, in a few years, start to stink. The ISS does, and they have a guy who's specifically there to sniff things going up and make sure they won't be too stanky. The arkship would not be as strongly vetted. You'll just have to get used to it. The inevitable BoBs wouldn't even notice, like how you probably don't notice your house smelling like anything unless something like cooking disrupts it. >As for functional arkships that launched? Probably not many. If you want an idea for a story setting, I'd suggest a half-completed arkship that launched when the Solver appeared in the system. Full of engineers and drones, as the launch was so rushed that they decided to let the crew building it come along, which is a good idea when you still need to finish the thing. Livable, but a large amount of the ship is nothing but a skeleton. It'll be much harder to finish when you're also doing maintenance on the parts that are being used, but hey, better an endless ride on half a ship than staying on a soon-to-be-hell planet.
>>342704 There are less than 1 billion humans left in the entire universe. Most of them live in the Trappist system I can never remember which of the planets is the most Earthlike, but it was probably E. The manor of the Republic Knights is in orbit over a planet that wasn't quite finished terraforming when the Solver Crisis started not called the Solver War here because humanity wasn't remotely strong enough for it to be a war, though with the help of Boxon the planet is now at a "good enough" level for humans to run around without spacesuits.
>>342706 I briefly considered the idea of the knights having horse-shaped sentinels, or even "Mark II" sentinels which resemble birds of prey (to show that they are the "evolved" form of canon sentinels) but then settled on them having flashy, impractical giant robots instead.
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>>342711 What happens when the inevitable data corruption occurs? Everyone dies? They degenerate into the cult mechanicus?
Matter of factly how long are these going to realistically last before they fall into civil wars or power struggles(with all the potentially irreplacable damage that implies). "War never changes" and all that...
>>342707 i mean, the sexo aspect is hot but the rest, eugh also this seems very related to a bizarre fetish i've seen in increasing numbers lately: transforming into a specific character from an established franchise, mostly cartoons
>>342715 >What happens when the inevitable data corruption occurs? Tons of sanity checks on the files to manage data rot. This is The Future, so we can also assume they're using shit way better than we are. I could see there being several "emergency disks" scattered around the ship that are only meant to be popped in when data integrity starts getting bad, on some wonder-material that's about as permanent as data can be. Rare because they cost a ton to print, of course. Just because the universe is ending and mankind is at stake doesn't mean we don't have a budget. >How long until the human factor kicks in Immediately, of course. I'd imagine it would take several generations before things go full cargo-cult. It takes us a while to forget that much, especially when we have things down in writing. There's a tempering aspect given the situation, I'd say. A billion's a number you can subtract from without feeling much, but the numbers on an arkship are much lower, and everyone's on it together for the combined goal of survival onboard a ship where you're never far from the unforgiving void. Since this is fiction, I can imagine the human spirit acting as glue in such a situation and keeping disputes calm. There would be incidents, squabbles and arguments, murders now and then, but the ship would not go full 40k "the two factions in the back of the ship are killing each other again and it'll take weeks to send a mediator".
>>342721 I wasn't suggesting IMMEDIATE dissolution into murder: that seems more of a 3rd/4th generation thing. Just that it WOULD happen inevitably at some point or another and, when it did, there would absolutely be at least a few nutters willing to say "if I can't win nobody should."
As a side note... how long until Solver cults start up? Between the existence of drones (and therefore the resulting ZDs) and the archived knowledge that it WAS a godly being that DID accept at least some servants/worshippers, I can totally see it garnering a following. Especially among the drones if they're treated as disposably as in-series.
>>342723 It's not her fault! Mostly! She did the same thing N did! >inb4 the only reasonable conclusion she can make in light of everything else is that she, lersonally, was just not good enough to save Tessa and mankind >but N, the toaster even: they would have been >tfw she really should have died that day instead
>>342723 She tried her best and her best wasn't enough. Everything she had to live for in the world had disappeared. Every hope she had for the future shattered and stamped on. And she even lost the ability to give up.
>>342728 To be fair same also applies to N: he just moved on and looked for new things to live and hope for instead of wallowing in his misery forever.
Admittedly the lobotomy may have helped on that front, but he was clearly a "bright side of life" and "try and try again" person even back at the manor.
>>342724 Oh, it'd definitely happen, the question is how bad it'd get. I doubt you'd suffer a full catastrophe that ends the ship's tenure, but it is humanity we're dealing with. Drones keeping the ark alive despite every human on it being dead, following their orders as best as they can. The ship has to survive, after all. What else would it do, where else would it go?
>how long until Solver cults start up? It'd have a following, but on a ship where every passage is accounted for and people know their neighbors due to constant exposure, it'd be much harder to hide. I'd also imagine the average person would react extremely poorly if they knew you were a follower of the thing that ate the world and stuck everyone on this boat. >disposable drones Probably not as much as in-series, honestly. Maybe at first, but waste would be looked upon poorly and drones would be considered as important as the machines they work with.
>>342729 N was rebooted several times and a far more naturally positive person than J, mostly due to his uh... less than stellar cognition. A moment of weakness should not define a person, or drone. And also I want to fuck her.
He's smart! Liam said so! Bare minimum he at least beats V... maybe J as well depending. She didn't seem all that worried about Cyn either until her whole Solverpede stunt, just frustrated with her.
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>>342736 Color match. Also >the two biggest pains in her ass >becoming a couple
With any luck they'll take each other far, far away from her! Bare minimum N could stand to learn quiet time.
>>342738 I'm actually curious about how Noll would could actually work, considering that Doll is a part of Empress Uzi, which mean that she's just as much N's wife as Uzi, Tessa, and Cyn.
>>342732 That still leaves ZDs unaccounted for, though it does give me a funny visual... >(you) are a worker >fall while repairing the vents, break your face(as workers do) >die >wake up pointy >guess you're Satan's herald now? >could turn yourself in, get slingshotted into a sun >but that would hurt bad >more importantly: your human would be sad >fuck >welp, might as well mutiny then
>>342739 >"Wow, Uzi, I like what you're doing with your eyes! And your voice! And your language!" >"[Shut up and hold me. It's been so long since I had a real body...]" >"Just wanna be held right now? No kissing or anything?" >"[I'm not a homewrecker, dolt.]" >"Haha, okay! Cuddles coming right up!"
>>342739 >all this trouble because Uzi refuses to swallow
You ever wonder if Cyn tries to make Uzi assimilate her proper or, at the very least, shelf her in Solver-hell with the rest? Can't imagine she's fond of the boring witch sharing brainspace with her and her precious Tessa. Matter of factly has Uzi's ever considered swallowing Tessa?(since she most definitely could)