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Post by metreu on May 26, 2016 20:30:51 GMT -8
Log of 5XX386:
*The Director has entered the room.*
*M.A.S.S. Console activated.*
*The director has entered a data chip into the console.*
*PROCESSING...*
*UPDATING PROGRAM SOLARIS.EXE ...*
*0%*
*14%*
*37%*
*52%*
*73%*
*85%*
*98%*
*100%*
*UPDATE COMPLETED.*
*The director nods and brings up the view port.*
*The director watches [REDACTED] on the screen of the computer.* |
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Post by metreu on Sept 20, 2016 13:54:51 GMT -8
Log of 5XX614:
Dr. Argentum: ...needless to say, I have a feeling this is the end. We've been waiting on pins and needles for this to end, but overall the program we wanted to launch from the cocoon we set was a failure. There is no butterfly in this story.
*The Doctor puts down a tablet on the work table.*
Dr. Argentum: These past few years we've been watching this singularity play out, but for the most part we just don't have the means to interfere. Even with the M.A.S.S. working at full power the AI inside of it refuses to act. She is not willing to participate in the singularity because of all the past that haunts her. And if we erase the past files, we might not get a completely independent AI in this system again...
*The Doctor rests her head on the table.*
Dr. Argentum: With the Director dead, my assistant gone, and his widow and child he left behind no longer responding to what little calls I've made to them... I fail to have the initiative to go through with the last card I had left to dealt.
*She runs her fingers through her hair with a huff.*
Dr. Argentum: I might have no other choice... my son has been worrying about me... I'm not getting enough sleep at night if at all. He makes sure to put a blanket on me every night and make breakfast every morning. Have I become this pitiful? This tired?
*There is a long silence.*
*The doctor goes to the M.A.S.S. console and opens up the functions screen.*
Dr. Argentum: Solaris backfired almost immediately. The Director's intentions were so hidden from me that it was already too late to act when this all went down.
*The door of the M.A.S.S. boots up.*
Dr. Argentum: We created this thing for the good of all mankind. But it is also probably too powerful if it had fallen into worse hands. My only hope now is to destroy it and use the prototype technology to create a safer version... like splitting up its functions into much smaller pieces.
*The program lights up and the room dims red.*
Dr. Argentum: As soon as the White Wall and the M.A.S.S. cease to be, the AI will eject itself and attempt to recreate a body in the physical world. That way it will be safe, but it's powers will become severely limited. I also hope the blast of white wall takes out that damn singularity if the proximity is close enough.
*RAGNAROK.EXE INITIATED*
*PROGRAM ARMING...*
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*14%*
*37%*
*52%*
*73%*
*85%*
*98%*
*100%*
*CONTINUE PROCESS?*
*[Y/N]*
*[[Y]/N]*
*RAGNAROK ARMED.*
*"Earth shall be riven
and the over-heaven."*
Dr. Argentum: ...godspeed.
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