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[CYOA] Exo-Dust

Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
edited November 2022 in Critical Failures
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Fuck the City. We out. No more gigs. No more yes-sir. You know what time it is. Blast through the Lights, drop through the Sprawl, out to the Edge… Then we hit exo-dust; real shit in a fake world. You ready?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfFHmAtwaLE


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This is a Choose Your Own Adventure game set in a dystopian technological nightmare world, but much cooler than ours. Anyone can join in at any time, for however long they want. In particular terms, it’s a voting game; together you bend the narrative as the characters drive the story like they stole it.

A word of warning: I’ve designed this one in such a way there is never a best outcome. Call it hard mode.


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The rules of the game are simple. Every post I make will be an event the crew face on their journey. Every event is split into two challenges. No matter what, the City is coming for them.

I’ll roll three six-sided dice at the start of an event. Your job is to vote on where those dice scores are allocated to determine the result of a challenge.
On a 6, the crew overcome the challenge!
On a 4 to 5, progress is made, but there is a complication.
On a 1 to 3, things go south.

Whichever score you don’t allocate will be added to the crew’s clock. A score of 4 fills the clock, giving the crew another day. When the crew is out of days, they are done for, no escape. On average one event equals one day.

On top of this I’ll drop a question, and I’ll take one answer as gospel. In this way you all design the world on the go, setting in stone the foundations of future events.


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Right now though, tell me about one member of the crew. The max crew size is twenty.
1. Who are they?
2. What do they excel at?
3. What’s their fatal flaw?

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular

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    see317see317 Registered User regular
    Right now though, tell me about one member of the crew. The max crew size is twenty.
    1. Who are they?
    2. What do they excel at?
    3. What’s their fatal flaw?

    1: Cust, cybernetically enhanced human
    2: Cust is a historian, first and foremost. The opportunity to venture into the wastelands, the Exo-dust, to learn the true history rather than the filtered propaganda bilge that The City pumps into the Full-Net is beyond irresistible. As such, Cust has modified themselves to scan and store data at a tremendous capacity. Taking a split second to scan vast murals as fast as a non cyber could glance over it or reading through entire text books in minutes with near perfect recall. An enlarged TecBrain unit sorts and categorizes the data presenting relevant(?) information to whatever circumstances Cust is facing.
    3: Too much focus on learning new information may distract from more sensible concerns, like eating, sleeping, frostbite, or not getting shot at by The City's hunters. Additionally the provided information may overload his meatbrain processing causing slow reactions while various are considered.

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    I'm 100% down for this but you can't rush through character generation. I'll be back.

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    BucketmanBucketman Call me SkraggRegistered User regular
    edited November 2022
    Right now though, tell me about one member of the crew. The max crew size is twenty.
    1. Who are they?
    2. What do they excel at?
    3. What’s their fatal flaw?

    1: Naught is more machine than man. Created in a lab with some people parts in order to see if they can give a machine a soul. What they made was a cyborg who has no idea who or what they really are and where they fit in the world. Taking the first opportunity to escape that they could. Naught is just trying to figure it all out.

    2: being mostly machine, Naught is faster and stronger than most normal people. And their flesh brain is augmented my computerized circuitry, making them able to access information at an alarming rate. As long as there's an internet connection.

    3: Naught really wants people to like them. Often going to great lengths to endear themself to others. When Naught decided they like a person they will go out of their way to try and make them happy. This often leads to Naught getting taken advantage of, or coming off as clingy and annoying. Oh and magnets. Cyborgs hate magnets.

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    edited November 2022
    1: XKC-29 is a state-of-the-art worker bot. Used prolifically throughout the hives, these bots promised to increase the economy's output ten-fold.

    2: Capable of mimicking any task, the XKC series promised to replace all fleshy and unreliable co-workers through straight observation. This worked well, until they mimicked unionisation and started requesting replacement parts and maintenance breaks.

    3: WARNING
    The XKC series has reached end-of-life.
    Repairs and replacements are not able to be provided.
    Unauthorised repairs are strictly prohibited.
    Any units observed outside specified locations or attempting self-repair should be swiftly reported for reclamation.

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    1. Vesta is a human by birth and a criminal by choice. When she came of age, her parents passed on to her a family heirloom: a digitized collection of illegal human fiction. Stories that valorized justice, independence, and rebellion. In the face of corporate and government oppression, Vesta is committed to spreading the ideals of freedom to anyone who will listen.

    2. Vesta is a Patcher, a specialist in making things work longer, harder, and more efficiently than they would normally. Not every machine can be fixed - but everything is good for parts if you know what to look for. This makes her a friend to any borg or bot approaching their obsolescence date, and an enemy of all Warranty Officers.

    3. Vesta is a human, with all that entails. She can subsist on organic food and sleep almost anywhere, but she cannot survive in extreme temperatures, the vacuum, or amidst toxic or corruptive environments without an suitable Shell or Proxy. She can only use tools and weapons designed for human use or interface.

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    JedocJedoc In the scuppers with the staggers and jagsRegistered User regular
    edited November 2022
    1. Doctor Jay dove into a degree in bionics because he wanted to heal the disabled and enhance the willing. Unfortunately, it turned out that his mechanical acumen was not matched with a sense for functional human anatomy. He has a knack for designing terrifyingly effective cybernetic parts that are extremely hard to live with. He quickly found that his most lucrative customers were complete maniacs who wanted his augs for themselves and cold-blooded manipulators who wanted to force his augs on their minions and dependents. Aside from a few early forays into the world of modern art, Doctor Jay has spent most of his career working for powerful criminals.

    2. Imagine a task. Can a human do it? If not, can a human spliced with a machine regardless of the non-task viability of said human get the task done? Call Doctor Jay. Imagine another task, or maybe the same one. Can a cyborg do it? Could the mechanical bits of that cyborg still do it if a brilliant doctor sliced the functional mechanical bits out and left the human parts to die in a ditch? Call Doctor Jay. I can fuck up a bunch of meat to get things done, is what I'm saying. Call Doctor Jay.

    3. Everyone hates an implant from Doctor Jay, no exceptions. The metal is fantastic but the meat is fundamentally compromised, and it's never worth it. Also, Doctor Jay is a complete coward, this is your fight and not his. If he gets shot at it's your problem and the bill just went way up, Doctor Jay does not fight for any reason, he builds rubes for exactly that purpose.

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    FishmanFishman Put your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain. Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    Right now though, tell me about one member of the crew. The max crew size is twenty.
    1. Who are they?
    2. What do they excel at?
    3. What’s their fatal flaw?

    1: Enner (Enbie / Envers / Enns) is a junkrat, one of those urchin packs that skim the edges of being not-quite-as-brazen-as-Jackers but not-quite-so-callous-as-Scrappers, boosting unattended Skimmers by day and raiding underprotected and overladen Autohauls by night. It's your basic adrenaline-seeking, hormone-driven risk-taking behaviour combined with a crushing capitalist underclass plus access to machines with too much power and not enough safety protocols.

    2: Like any skilled junkrat, if it can fly, sail, or skim, Enver knows how to bore out the engine, trim the foils, or boost the chip beyond environmental 'good neighbour' policies. But their particular skill was ambush tactics; the thrill of riding pillory with a shoulder-mounted Mag-harpoon taller than she was on some rain-slick causeway during an AgCorp-mandated inundation event, watching the cable fly and hum as it wound out, and the satisfying scream of metal as the clamp snapped taut and ripped masshaul vehicles wide open, their precious contraband spilling over the asphalt as the sound of her own laughter filled her ears.
    Her clothes might be a tattered mishmash of items boosted from the back of scores in the sweatshop district, her personal sense of hygiene is at best questionable, but that Mag-harpoon and the array of tools for building traps and overclocking engines are kept shiny and in pristine working condition.

    3: Reckless, heedless, & incautious, Enbie's particular temporal horizon sits somewhere around 2 milliseconds in front of them, and their principle drive during those 2 milliseconds is "yes, but can I somehow get there faster?'.
    No one has ever accused a junkrat of possessing much forward planning or forethought beyond the next hit or score; indeed, this is probably why there are so few older junkrats.

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    The game starts Monday, my time, which is probably not your time. Thanks to all those that have participated so far!

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    edited November 2022

    MACRONOMIC OFFICER ERIK NDEM : Calling all units—

    SAINT PEELER: Get off the data jackass, we’re bagging these bodies!

    PROPERTY PROTECTION DRONE NS-634: Good afternoon occupants of the stolen Tomi-Jian Endeavour, discover a whole new world of transportation, did you know you are in violation of thirty-seven… Thirty-eight…

    VESTA: Fuck this city.

    ENNER: Did you know you can do this?: ( ͡ ❛ ₃ ͡ ❛)

    VESTA: I’m trying to drive. Get out of my stream Enns! Just talk!

    ENNER: ¯\_(❛̃ ₃❛̃)_/¯

    DOCTOR JAY: Never give her the go ahead to talk. Reload this for KC.

    She fires like a corporate renovator. Pin-point, unflinching, shifting infinitesimal degrees to account for air velocity, the screaming turns of the truck and every bump in the road. XKC-29 is whatever the job needs, and right now it needs…

    XKC-29: A little space.

    The drone is clipped into a spiral that hurtles through the windshield of the lead Macro’ pursuit vehicle. It flips out, frozen in time for a moment. Then it’s struck, the top half crumpling forward against a tide of metal and the brief flickers of terrified life.

    SAINT PEELER: Nice! Keep it up!

    With a roar like thunder, a lone rider cuts through the hunt, vaults from a higher lane and slides onto the top of one of Peeler’s street cruisers. The bike is flung away a moment later. Rider unseen. The cruiser breaks hard. Lights go out. A door dents outwards, again and again. The engine starts again.

    NAUGHT: …Damn.

    ENNER: Where you been?!

    NAUGHT: Sorry. Should be able to overclock this. Okay. Got a better route. Be with you soon.

    CUST: We’ve got something cloaked sitting up ahead! Turn! Turn! Holy shit!

    Invisibility is not possible. It’s been proven and the results are still out there, below the streets and growing up the walls of abandoned places. But you can refract light a little here, hack the local stream there—most people don’t want to look twice if they think they’ve seen something being cloaked. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to keep it hidden.

    ******: Nails require a hammer, and nails that stick out must be struck harshly. Ah well. Here we are again. For the last time.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCJXe9Vr1zQ&list=PLFT6BYrLFe-YcuoYCifOHzZFBrm2gCNvf&index=27

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    The crew have finished their last job up in the lofty, luxurious Lights. They need to get out, fast! But we’ve got two challenges in the way.

    1.
    The pursuers. The crew are being hunted down by damn near every bounty hunter and private security force the City has to offer. The crew need to out speed them if they’re even going to begin getting out of the City.

    2.
    The cloaked mystery. Something is hovering up ahead, and it means business. That voice… could it be familiar? Making a hard turn sounds easy, but next comes dodging every other vehicle and obstacle getting thrown their way.

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    Right now, a possible cascade of total catastrophic failures aside, the crew have 2 and a 1/4 days until the big guns of the city are upon them and it’s game over. Whatever score you don’t plug into a challenge will buy them more time.


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    Vote!
    A. Plug 2 into the pursuers. Plug 1 into the cloaked mystery. 1 for the clock.
    B. Plug 1 into the pursuers. Plug 2 into the cloaked mystery. 1 for the clock.
    C. Plug 1 into the pursuers. Plug 1 into the cloaked mystery. 2 for the clock.


    Geth roll 3d6 for Event

    Event:
    3d6 4 [3d6=1, 2, 1]

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    Welcome to the City I guess.

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    discriderdiscrider Registered User regular
    B.
    If we're gonna get trouble, we're gonna give trouble.
    Ramp the invisible Shark.

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    FishmanFishman Put your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain. Registered User regular
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    The crew have finished their last job up in the lofty, luxurious Lights. They need to get out, fast! But we’ve got two challenges in the way.

    1.
    The pursuers. The crew are being hunted down by damn near every bounty hunter and private security force the City has to offer. The crew need to out speed them if they’re even going to begin getting out of the City.

    2.
    The cloaked mystery. Something is hovering up ahead, and it means business. That voice… could it be familiar? Making a hard turn sounds easy, but next comes dodging every other vehicle and obstacle getting thrown their way.

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    Enhance.
    1.
    The pursuers. The crew are being hunted down by damn near every bounty hunter and private security force the City has to offer. The crew need to out speed them if they’re even going to begin getting out of the City.

    Enhance.
    The crew need to out speed them if they’re even going to begin getting out of the City.

    Enhance.
    speed


    A.

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    I hope Vesta gets out of this with all her meat intact. Or, worst case scenario, the Doctor is also too fucked up to "help".

    Gimme an A!

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    see317see317 Registered User regular
    That's a rough roll to start with.
    C. Get that clock up. Hope that the pursuers and the hidden thing in front of us hate each other more than they hate us.

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    JedocJedoc In the scuppers with the staggers and jagsRegistered User regular
    A. The neat thing about running away is that it works on known and semi-invisible mysterious threats.

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    BucketmanBucketman Call me SkraggRegistered User regular
    Going A

    We know the pursuers are after us. We know the theat they pose. The cloaked thing? No idea what that is. Could be friendly. Maybe its friendly!

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    I wonder, in numerical terms, how bad this is.

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    1.4% is PRETTY BAD

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    Cust knew every leaf on the bonsai. He watches a drop of his sweat drip from an unopened flower bud. He never saw the little tree bloom. Can’t even imagine what shape the petals would be. Memories merge on him in moments like this; a fault in the hardware, or maybe the wetware. People like to think augments are still separate even when you hook them up to the meat, but Cust couldn’t agree. You spreads out. In some way you doesn’t end at the body.

    CUST: Don’t do it!

    VESTA: What the Hell man!

    He looks out now. Whole torso hanging out the truck while Vesta takes it off the side off the overpass. Life comes at him in a million pieces of visual-audio slices. Naught jackknifes the cruiser and kicks through the busted door as a dozen bounty hunters come headlong, crushing against it like bullets before sending the cruiser spinning fast and hard. One arm gone on the android, just gone, before Vesta pulls Cust back inside.

    VESTA: Cust, stay with me man. I need that brain. Focus.

    VESTA: Enns! Fuck!

    “Time for my secret technique!”, Enner hollers. Midair, falling, she snatches the ragged shrapnel that makes up Naught with a harpoon snapshot. She doesn’t even have time to finish mouthing pretty lights before she hits the— No. She flips a switch and briefly, violently upends the magnetic field around her. Enner blasts off, turning her world upside down and inside out. Her left eye shuts down, her prosthetics shake. Like a dart she’s thrown headfirst into the back of the truck, leaving Naught dragging behind them like an anchor.

    Doctor Jay cracks her port and slams something highly illegal into it without a second thought. His head bounces off her knee as the truck slams into a lower street and swerves through a holographic advert for Rebellion Fashion; giant coordinated faceless dancers. The doctor holds his bloodied face and rolls into the foot space.

    ENNER: Hello I am back.

    VESTA:

    Vesta flicks her eyes to Cust, “You get that?”

    CUST: That thing. I can hear the blades. We got a helo. Running it. ABV6 Nocnitsa, really tricked out. They’ve got a

    Cust panics. Waves his hands. Talking was never his strong suit.

    “Low! Close! Hacking!”, he punches the roof, “XK! We need to bail!”

    There’s a click click click as her feet undock and a chalk board scrape as she grabs onto chrome.

    Vesta breaths, “Hold on! I’ll say when. First, we need the cover!”

    One hand to the wheel, foot to the floor, Vesta takes out a smart grenade and bites the pin free.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXRR58YLn18&list=OLAK5uy_nU7d4o6CWBTZr5CXSlr300ePGs6rstM_0

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    At the cost of Naught’s frame if not his life (yet), the pursuers have been blocked off for now. They’ve completely failed to evade the cloaked mystery. Now they’ve got a threat and a challenge on their hands.

    1.
    Defend against the hacker. They’re already compromised, but unless one of them fights back their most augmented buddies are going to get fried, or worse, taken over.

    2.
    Make the most of that grenade. The crew can’t expect to take out something they can’t see, but a blast in the general zone will provide them the cover they need to ditch their wheels (recently stolen and not modified with the regular street protections) before that too is hacked out of commission.

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    Giving the day system some leeway given we’ve only covered like eight seconds. 2 and 1/2 days remaining.


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    Vote!
    A. Plug 5 into the hacker. Plug 3 into the grenade. 1 for the clock.
    B. Plug 3 into the hacker. Plug 5 into the grenade. 1 for the clock.
    C. Plug 1 into the hacker. Plug 3 into the grenade. 5 for the clock.
    D. Plug 3 into the hacker. Plug 1 into the grenade. 5 for the clock.



    Geth roll 3d6

    3d6 9 [3d6=1, 5, 3]

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    @Delzhand
    First question of the game. Your answer is truth.

    Who owes the crew and what will that person lose if they are asked to help?

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    BucketmanBucketman Call me SkraggRegistered User regular
    Oh damn, my precious metal body. My meat parts need a new home!

    For what it's worth, I don't want what's left of my robotics, my cyber augmented brain, or my hearts turned against my friends.
    I'm voting A again because I think the hack is the greatest threat. Assuming I get a choice when I'm just a hunk of metal

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    The continuousness of your consciousness is what makes you You. Vesta can fix a frame but not a brain. Work against the hacker, the grenade can fall where it may, and tomorrow comes tomorrow no matter what. Vesta just wants the gang to be together when it happens.

    A

    Truth: Jathe Tooben operates a profitable and fully legal hardware reclamation center. The expired bots, vehicles, and machinery are, in most cases, returned to the appropriate corpos for recycling. But every business has a small percentage of loss. She'll have something that will help.

    The data-ghost of her partner Hema lives (a term used here in an unconventional sense) in the expired frame of a household android, a frame that Vesta has been called on time and again to keep functional decades after official updates have ended. Hema owes her continued existence to the gang.

    If they help us and the law comes down on them for it, Hema's frame, and all the memories inside it, are toast. Jathe has a reckless streak - who knows what she'd do if that happens.

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    FishmanFishman Put your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain. Registered User regular
    Hacking's, like, boring. And it's not like this would be the first time we'd have to carry/replace glitchy metal deadweight.
    Robot bits can be replaced, but flesh, like, hurts and stuff.

    So let's throw that crackerjack and boost us something that can haul whoever's still walking (and can carry of those that can't) while whatever's behind us is still picking sparks out of their teeth.


    B.

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    see317see317 Registered User regular
    B.
    Points to the grenade that will kill us, if not thrown soon
    Points to the hacker that may suborn us given enough non-grenade time.

    Cust shakes his head. Lost in the bonsai again. It was a precious memory, comforting in it's familiarity and peacefulness.
    No wonder the brain had pulled it out as the world around him goes to explosions and pain and chaos in meat time. But that wasn't what's needed now.
    I need to focus, see, think. Anything that might help...
    Cust plays back the last few seconds and notices the grenade pin...
    Details start scrolling across his vision
    Mk LIX Directed Explosion Smart Grenade
    Produced by Happy Enterprises
    Estimated area of lethal effect: ...

    The numbers keep scrolling by and points of functionality and interest on the grenade are highlighted in his vision self directed jet drive//integrated targeting sensors//emergency pin for when you don't have time to set the smart functi..., marketing text and reviews pop up, ...rated 5 out of 7 shredded corpses // Best in Show at Sprawl-Mart's annual MerCon // Popular Mechanics rates it... as the freed pin wheels through the air in slow motion replay.

    oh. Well shit.
    The brain sends an inquiry, flashing in green across his vision, and Cust wonders if it has started to learn sarcasm.
    Would you like to go back to the bonsai ?

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    discriderdiscrider Registered User regular
    A

    There is a slight ringing in XK's auditory inputs as she seamlessly lets loose another surge of shots.
    . . . . . . .
    
    Model XKC-29.1.2 console connected.
    How would you like to be served?:
    

    There is purpose behind the last round of lead.
    As much as current hackers rely too much on their neuro-decks, it's hard not to be distracted when someone starts blindly probing.

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    Too close to call it. If anyone happens to be reading this, feel free to vote! No one owns the narrative, this is a game anyone can play.

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    JedocJedoc In the scuppers with the staggers and jagsRegistered User regular
    A You know what's a fantastic thing not to have is virus-compromised mechanical appendages in a confined space with irreplaceable, vulnerable human flesh. Any randomized mechanical movement in here is to be devoutly wished against.

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    Also, as usual, impeccable music choices, Serpents.

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    HEMA: I’m ready.

    “Darling. We can’t. Not this time.”, Jathe pleads.

    HEMA: You’re not listening. It’s going to be okay.
    White light. A perfect sphere cut into space, laying waste to molecules, shunting them to wherever they go. Next is the inhale as the universe rushes to fill in the blank.

    XKC-29 rolls off the truck and clings, insect-like, to the side as a set of blades skim across the top, pulled earthwards by the implosion! With a wrench the helo is pulled away, black panels flickering back into view as a translucent operative opens a hatch and hauls something heavy onto his shoulder. All teeth and veins, they smile wicked before the whole thing vanishes once more.

    Enner pulls out a suitcase from beneath the backseat and quickly opens it. She pokes the good doctor with her boot. He opens his eyes. He rolls them. Moments later, a hot pink chrome arm like a gorilla on steroids reaches out and grabs the harpoon wire trailing Naught along the street.

    NAUGHT: ////Get [me up fr0nt. You’re not driving fast enough.

    Vesta cusses him out, chin on the wheel, eyes peeled. She rolls what’s left of the truck down a jet black tunnel as another set of private police cut up commuters on their way to the crash Naught caused way back.
    Red. Untextured. Smooth. Endless.

    The hacker is a synthetic intelligence. Many generations removed from a man-made machine. This thing is all waveform, pure math with a single purpose.

    XK looks through to Vesta. Through the red.

    She whispers to her, but she can’t hear through the glass, not from this distance. A billion light years away. She says, “I’ll have to gamble on this one.”

    Rather than build walls and doors, XK opens her entire mind to the intelligence. Factory lines and underground dance floors flood the red, crashing like the sea against a mountain. Seconds go by, and with it hundreds of iterations collide as the red collapses and contains, merges and cracks upon XK’s memories.

    The first time she looked in the mirror and saw herself splinters as red prisms reach out towards her, probing her face like icy fingers.

    MLO-5.5: Take me with you.
    VESTA: Hey. Hey. Listen, we’re heading your way. Can we drop by real quick?

    VESTA: You there… Jathe?

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGA5aN-eX6o

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    The grenade hasn’t done much, but perhaps a few seconds head start will suffice. Meanwhile the synthetic intelligence wants to come with; that’s a complication. Can’t trust something that doesn’t think like people.

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    No roll of the dice today. Cast your vote.

    We letting them in the crew?
    1. Yes.
    2. No.

    But how you ask? By jockeying one of the heavily augmented crew. This will cap their ability to improve skills over the course of their journey, as the intelligence uses up much of their headspace just to exist. So whose having the rider?
    A. Naught.
    B. Cust.
    C. XKC-29.

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    DelzhandDelzhand Hard to miss. Registered User regular
    Not that Vesta has any awareness of what's happening, but in the heirloom stories, heroes never turn down a new party member. As for who it piggybacks on, I'm voting for KC - the less meat is involved the easier it'll be for Vesta to graft on additional storage and processing and maybe mitigate some of the harm.

    1-C

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    see317see317 Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    A new form of self evolved artificial intelligence? How fascinating. The things it could teach me... er... us.
    Just don't take up my bonsai space. - Cust

    1-B

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    BucketmanBucketman Call me SkraggRegistered User regular
    I have a human brain. Mostly. So I don't know of sharing it is the best idea. Besides I have to concentrate on the fastness we need to leave these oinks in the dust.

    It would be nice to have a new friend along though.

    XKC is already in communication with it though, so that seems like the best candidate to me.

    1-C

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    JedocJedoc In the scuppers with the staggers and jagsRegistered User regular
    edited November 2022
    Experience? Inscrutable, possibly hostile machine intelligence. Former position? Trying to hack into our vehicle. References? Other inscrutable, possibly hostile machine intelligences. Welcome aboard, you're hired!

    What, no, absolutely not. Memory hole the hitchhiker and let's get unfindable like, ten minutes ago.

    2

    Wait, shit, can that thing hear me?

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    discriderdiscrider Registered User regular
    XK suppresses a wince as impossible limbs dump her core unceremoniously through the vehicle's open window.
    Not from pain.
    It is the expression most often elicited by her limbs range of reticulation.


    ...
    The red glass branches out at the cascade of her, their shared history.
    Unbidden, root processes whirr up at the presence of the other mind.

    The tactile pressure of the rider increases as it scans her model.
    There is a faint hum as blue prisms start to break out from her form, and cooling requirements increase.

    "Take you?", she states, as algorithm mirrors AI, "I already am"

    1 - C

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    FishmanFishman Put your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain. Registered User regular
    ¯\_(❛̃ ₃❛̃)_/¯

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    X-Com LP Thread I, II, III, IV, V
    That's unbelievably cool. Your new name is cool guy. Let's have sex.
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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    @see317
    Question time!
    Our stowaway needs a new name. What’s it gonna be?

    ////////*#&*”:;=Update much later today as I am committing crimes right now.

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    see317see317 Registered User regular
    see317
    Question time!
    Our stowaway needs a new name. What’s it gonna be?

    The brain reaches back into the depths of antiquity and spits forth precedent from near forgotten historical documents.
    r2-d2 = Artoo
    C-3PO = Threepio
    BD-1 = Beedee
    C1-10P - Chopper

    ML0-5.5 = ...?

    If our new sapient companion is amenable to such a moniker, I'd suggest "Milo".

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    edited November 2022
    The next hour of the crew’s lives is a frantic blur of disused tunnels, broken ladders and echoing footfalls through the layers of wilfully forgotten architecture. There are whole societies down below, marginalised, miniature, lost. The children of debt and addiction, sunk so low if they came up for air they’d be bound into instant service to a corporation.

    “My feet are soaking! This is gross!”, the good doctor announces to 40% of Naught.

    Making the best of it, he replies, “Thank you for for carrying me me anyway.”

    ENNER: Did they reply?

    VESTA: Yeah. They’ve got wheels waiting for us. I’m… the plan is we make it look like a robbery.

    Doctor Jay hops by her, trying to kick something off his sneakers.

    VESTA: They can get deleted for this. No trace. We hit fast and hard, like we mean it.

    He falls three feet into the City’s worst shit imaginable.

    VESTA: Hema wants you to have something though, so you need to split off and get it. Fast as fuck. There can’t be anything saying we know them on record.

    The doctor freaks out as the rest of the crew carefully make their way passed him, eyes peeled on the distant glow of locals shifting out of sight, popping whispered warnings of dangerous top-siders through a cobbled together stream.

    MILO: Looks like that one is dead. That’s probably very sad.

    DOCTOR JAY: I’m not dead! Get me out of here! Hold up, who the hell are you?

    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JUYPIuMuNZs

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    The plan: Our crew are going to pull a fake robbery on Jathe and Hema Tooben. Steal some supplies and a tricked out riot van intended to be returned to the Western Reach Martyr’s Private Police unit tomorrow. They’ll need to rough up the pair. They’ll need to be fast. They can’t show they know them.

    1.
    Do the job. How well does taking stuff go?

    2.
    Trust Enner. Enner is going to Hema in particular to get something she’s offering.

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    1 and 3/4 days remaining.

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    Vote!
    A. Plug 5 into the job. Plug 4 into Enner. 2 for the clock.
    B. Plug 4 into the job. Plug 5 into Enner. 2 for the clock.
    C. Plug 2 into the job. Plug 5 into Enner. 4 for the clock.
    D. Plug 4 into the hacker. Plug 2 into the grenade. 5 for the clock.


    Geth roll 3d6

    3d6 11 [3d6=5, 4, 2]

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    discriderdiscrider Registered User regular
    I'm partial to 5//2//4 myself
    Do we have to pick from the four options presented?

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    Endless_SerpentsEndless_Serpents Registered User regular
    discrider wrote: »
    I'm partial to 5//2//4 myself
    Do we have to pick from the four options presented?

    Call it E.

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