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[_DivideByZero_]

((Oh I see, you're trying to peek through people's skin to see if they have skeletons or not, while using the internet to fact-check yourself. That's an action, so I'll do that later in the next roll (or when I have time). My apologies!

Also, bump.))

"It doesn't need drivers. It isn't running anything in the augments. Just transmitting pure data, which I am capable of deciphering and assembling into useful snippets of data both consciously and subconsciously due to a combination of how my brain works, training, and implants. The signal it outputs is the same regardless of what it's connecting to. Augments weren't searching for the proper protocol output. It varies depending on place in humanspace. Adding local standard protocols to roster to avoid future failures to connect. If you're wondering what the computer is for, it's extra processing power. Nothing more. Look closely and you might see a coherent thought for a second~ Used to fullblown Serverprocesser Aids though. This thing is crap compared to what a Shipmind can bring to bear. Retry connection AI." Nerin adds local frequencies and protocols to his implant uplink roster.

"The AI isn't intelligent, you gotta remember that. Anyhow, it won't be able to 'connect' to your implants until you specify what that means. It doesn't exactly think like a human."
"Wireless connection detected. Begin streaming neural net simulation."
"Wha--"

The AI downloads a map of its simulated brain structure into your laptop's flash memory. While you aren't able to interpret the raw data directly, it's organized as an executable which, based on a quick decompilation, will assemble the data into the native data structures the computer uses--and your brain, taking augments into account. What this eventually results in is a quick and intuitive visualization of a basic AI brain, which can be programmed to stimulate identical brain regions of your own. In other words, you can experience what the AI is trying to say, although it won't be exact.

It might be a bit of a security breach if you do this.

((I'm assuming Nerin is able to 'see' memory, as in, understand a memory map in some intuitive way. Correct me if I am wrong.))

[~Neri]

((His eyes are only part of his sensor suite and are meant for regular use. On Denworlds, a large number of signs use colors outside of the normal visual spectrum. Most KX9 have multispectrum implants or can flat out see in multispectrum biologically, this pretty much results in things being made with whatever colors or 'colors' are onhand. Or even just labeled in the digital realm and bypassing the physical entirely. Although implants are more common then biological systems since they can be switched off easier, bioaugs that can be swapped between states are being worked on. He's using a dedicated sensor suite located throughout his upper thorax to See everything in a fairly large radius around him, said radius is a large section of the station and scanning with those implants uses a large amount of both focus and energy as well as raises internal temp rapidly. Nerin will start panting to vent heat within a minute or two of starting a scan reflexively.))

((Effectively. Not as well as a Mindcore Geneline with visualization training would be able to, but more then enough for a basic or even advanced AI. 49's specifically end up with a crapton of raw data floating around in their head due to how their brains work. Some events or stimuli can trigger memories in the form of raw data, which is why a number of the older ones have skills that they forget how to use until they suddenly remember they have them from some form of stimuli and why a number of them have occasional emotional overloads from stimuli triggering not so pleasant memories from Prerevolt times, it's also why most of the fourth generation and onwards 49ers have opted to get secondary processing units implanted so they can bypass the need for an external computer or datapad to remind themselves of such. Nerin being first (arguably second) generation is a liiil old fashioned and lacks a secondary processor implant. Although he'll probably get one next time he's at a Denworld or a Warren with the implant available due to the convenience of being able to recall skills and memories on command rather then needing to set up a secondary processor to do so. Technically Nerin has a number of codes for computer programs stored in his mind as raw data, he can't run them in his mind since he needs a secondary processor to do that, but he does have the codes, among other things.))

"I don't think like a human either." Nerin has the computer continue displaying random packets of data on the display that would be indecipherable to anyone who isn't mentally hooked up to the computer as he begins running the simulation to see what the AI is trying to show him.

"That's good. Never fun to go on a trip and lose a shirt. You'd be surprised how often lost shirts happen. One time, we were exploring an old abandoned mining installation on an astroid in the Ventis system, one of the machines randomly activated, Nerin shut it off fairly fast, but the machine thought we were Rockhounds, and seconds before he could shut it off, the machine slammed one of its mining implements through my side to try harvesting what it thought were minerals. Ruined the shirt and took a few hours to repair internal damages. Really hard to get blood out of a shirt."

Spoiler: Rockhounds: (click to show/hide)

Rockhounds are a sentient and debatably sapient based on behaviors and some archeological evidence in planetary shards, almost dogshaped silicon based creature found in the multiple astroid belts and on some of the rocky planets of the Ventis system. Said creatures often have a shell of strong metal ores, which it removes from deposits and merges with its shell via a chemical it excretes that acts similarly to cement. System was originally a mining outpost for a lesser mining guild, the Rockhounds turned out to be rather hostile to the idea of being harvested. Several hundred workers dying later and the corporation attempting to mine the system mothballed the installations. About forty or so years later, the KX9 got around to colonizing the system. Rather then attempt to mine the Rockhounds, they left them alone, which resulted in fewer incidents then the humans dealt with. Fast forward about ten years and the system is a heavily colonized KX9 controlled system. Primary exports are ships, raw materials, and various highend implants. A number of Rockhounds are kept as pets by local KX9, and tests are ongoing to determine species intelligence.

Current theories on how the Rockhounds ended up on most large astroids and several planets within the system are the planet the Rockhounds evolved on being impacted with a large object, shattering the planet and destroying whatever biosphere was present. The surviving ancestors of the Rockhounds, being capable of surviving without an atmosphere and subsisting on available minerals and energy from the twin suns, continued on their merry ways, some planetshards impacting no atmosphere rocky planets insystem and depositing whatever part of their payload of Rockhounds that survived the impart, this incident likely happened recently geologically speaking due to the majority of Rockhound strains still being partly adapted for a medium gravity environment and the scattered pattern of the systems astroids, the belts appearing recently formed and still quite haphazard.

Strains of Rockhound vary in size and specific form, some being titanic but solitary in nature and some being quite small but form packs. This behavior is seen as an abnormality due to the complete lack of natural predators and is likely a carryover from pre planetary destruction when they did have some sort of predation. For the most part, they vaguely resemble terrain canines. Obviously their internals are nothing like a canine, but if you look at one, you would think it's a crude carving of a dog until it started moving. Theories for their muzzle's existence vary heavily and are unlikely to ever be confirmed one way or another due to a lack of a fossil record and no previous iterations known. Archeological digs are ongoing with what may be fossils, as well as what appear to be crude stoneage era artifacts being found in some of the larger planetary shards. In time, someone will figure out what the crap happened and if they're sapient. For now, Rockhounds are interesting Fauna and exotic pets for KX9, as well as nightmarish creatures for some human miners who escaped the slaughter of the first colonization attempt.

[Toaster]

Deuce looked at the information a moment.  "Well... we won't have enough power to run that radar at all times.  So once, maybe twice a day, we turn down the heat and dim the gro-lamp to scan for nearby ships.  Won't be long enough to frost everyone, but finding help that much sooner is good.  Mr. Kirk here should be left to tend to the food needs; that'll keep him busy and away from the others so he's not getting grouchy and causing trouble.  The fellow who breathes water's a challenge; if he doesn't have his own suit, he'll need to stay inside one of the spacesuits.  If supplies get low, draw straws to see who gets shot out an escape capsule to increase the odds of  finding help."

He looked at it again, then nodded.  "Anything else?"

[Dwarmin]

Action: Go check out this Aeonia Zeal person...

[~Neri]

((Purrhaps pm the people who are missing?

[_DivideByZero_]

((I will contact HEN. Hugo is probably waiting for him, I would guess. I'll contact him if he doesn't post when HEN posts.))

[HighEndNoob]

WARDEN recalls the employees he had spied upon before, and speaks to Atlos over the comms. "The individuals we previously noticed mentioned an elevator to the Space Inc headquarters. If I follow them, I could find out where it is, which would provide the group with an entrance."

Sneak away from the crowd and tail the Space Inc. employees while staying hidden.

[_DivideByZero_]

Moravia Orbital Colony, Ulysses | 237d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System

Deuce looked at the information a moment.  "Well... we won't have enough power to run that radar at all times.  So once, maybe twice a day, we turn down the heat and dim the gro-lamp to scan for nearby ships.  Won't be long enough to frost everyone, but finding help that much sooner is good.  Mr. Kirk here should be left to tend to the food needs; that'll keep him busy and away from the others so he's not getting grouchy and causing trouble.  The fellow who breathes water's a challenge; if he doesn't have his own suit, he'll need to stay inside one of the spacesuits.  If supplies get low, draw straws to see who gets shot out an escape capsule to increase the odds of  finding help."

He looked at it again, then nodded.  "Anything else?"

[3] "I see. You know, most of the teenagers we get are into this utilitarian nonsense where they 'sacrifice one for the good of many' or something like that. I've seen it happen, and it's failed every time. Drawing straws is the good ol' way to do it, since its fair to everyone, and your idea of using one of the escape pods is nifty. I'll give you the offer. Where do you want to start, Mr...?"

You have the option of working with life support and oxygenation, atmosphere control and heating, water and sanitation, or electronics and machinery.

Moravia Lobby Alpha, Floor 3
Heated Combat! (All initiative rolls default to a [1])

Megacity Time: 6:50

Action: Go check out this Aeonia Zeal person...

You take the elevator/tram/thingies down to the ground level from which you came. Here you find the fruit of your labor: riots in the streets, demonstrating and stopping trams and taxis. And all without a trace of your name being mentioned. All according to plan.

You flip our your spacephone and start browsing local records for information on the Aeonia lady. Travelling around the galaxy sprinkling gold on promising enterprises... that sounds like quite the entrepreneurial spirit! Of course, it is quite a shame this investment of hers won't happen to return.

As previously learned, Aeonia is most likely on the Georgium Sidis. There is a full-scale rebellion on George's moons, and both sides are looking for all the funding you can get. Aeonia is quite open in her support of the monarchists, citing the economic successes of many functional monarchies across the sector, while denouncing the harm that republican rebellions have left over the centuries on many worlds. Of course, her position is a controversial one, not popular in republican establishments such as this one.

Aeonia's investments mostly consist of donations and shares into agencies that specialize in various forms of augmentation and electronic integration. Augments have never really taken off as a species-wide thing, and for various reasons; augments can only be taken during adulthood, as children will soon outgrow theirs and they will have to be replaced. Augments require constant, surgically applied upgrades and replacements, which many cannot afford and even fewer want to suffer through. The majority of humans in existence, thus far, are genuine humans, albeit with several common genetic modifications that have integrated themselves into the gene pool.
The corporations Zeal funds don't seek to change that. Instead, they design high-end instruments for rich folk and military contractors.

...

WARDEN recalls the employees he had spied upon before, and speaks to Atlos over the comms. "The individuals we previously noticed mentioned an elevator to the Space Inc headquarters. If I follow them, I could find out where it is, which would provide the group with an entrance."

Sneak away from the crowd and tail the Space Inc. employees while staying hidden.

[6/5] "T-minus... now."

You use your jets to fly among the ceiling piping and light fixtures, taking residence near an air filter. The device is a "Scramtech Emergency Filter," apparently not in use.

It appears that the police have noticed your ascent, [3] but your black color scheme and boxy nature blends in perfectly with the surroundings. You crawl your way over the strangers and monitor them for additional dialogue.

Stranger: Hm, was that a police robot?
Employee 1: Doesn't look like it.
Employee 2: I'm not sure what to make of it. A robodog, perhaps?
Stranger: Oh God...
Employee 1: Hmm?
Stranger: They've evolved...
Employee 1: Quick, get to the elevator!

It seems they are running. You won't be able to remain camouflaged while chasing after them. However, on the ceiling you locate a hatch to the upper crawlspace of the mall. You'll have to break your way through, since it is locked.

Moravia Lab
High Security (-1 Stealth)

"I don't think like a human either." Nerin has the computer continue displaying random packets of data on the display that would be indecipherable to anyone who isn't mentally hooked up to the computer as he begins running the simulation to see what the AI is trying to show him.

You sense a number of three-dimensional maps of a blob masquerading to be a human. The data indicates that the blob's internals are stratified into layers, the outer layers serving as camouflage while the middle layers produce motion and the inner sections buzz with infra-red emissions and heat. That must be where the blob digests its food. There is a small data upload as you browse the simulation.

You look around, and find that there are no anomalous heat signatures, although the blob's aforementioned capability to mimic human heat signatures is noted. You aren't able to see into people's skin and skeletal structures without a source of microwaves, though. Simply opening a microwave oven in the room should do the trick, though.

"That's good. Never fun to go on a trip and lose a shirt. You'd be surprised how often lost shirts happen. One time, we were exploring an old abandoned mining installation on an astroid in the Ventis system, one of the machines randomly activated, Nerin shut it off fairly fast, but the machine thought we were Rockhounds, and seconds before he could shut it off, the machine slammed one of its mining implements through my side to try harvesting what it thought were minerals. Ruined the shirt and took a few hours to repair internal damages. Really hard to get blood out of a shirt."

"I am sorry for your loss."

[~Neri]

((Is the sensing bit from running the simulation? Or from Nerin's sensors searching for blobs?))

[_DivideByZero_]

((From the simulation, I will edit that last action in xD))

[~Neri]

((Leeet me know when you make the edit~

[_DivideByZero_]

((Whoops, I got carried away with CKII

What are the capabilities of your sensors again? I don't think your body would be capable of producing enough microwaves to use those for sensing, though you can definitely see them. Ditto for radio waves. How much energy does it take to produce x-rays?))

[~Neri]

((Well, technically there are internal batteries that are charged over time for active scans of the more energetic spectrums and for some of the more power hungry implants like the hacking suite. Nerin's sensor suite specifically could likely scan a significant portion of the station (if not all) in low to mid energy wavelengths and a smaller portion in high energy such as gamma and xray. He can easily see already existing light in all spectrums to make up for the lower output of gamma/xray/UV, and his suite is designed to incorporate data taken from ambient light passing through things))

((Radio is actually a fairly low energy form of light, high energy are lower on the spectrum. Gamma is by far the highest energy. Radio is super low energy. Microwave just can be absorbed by a lot of stuff and it shifts into infrared when doing so, which is why it's so dangerous.))

[~Neri]

"Nerin wants to know if we can open a microwave oven in the room so he has more spectrums to scan on. He would rather not drain his internal batteries producing microwaves. He knows what to look for and currently there aren't any bright enough skin permeating sources of light on the station. He says a standard microwave should work for fixing that. Juuuust stand away from it while it's on."

"Also, tis just a shirt."

Nerin takes a look at the small data upload while he scans.

[Toaster]

((Is he asking my "name" again?  If not, ignore the first line.))

Deuce smiled.  "Dooby Greene, with an E on the end.  Gotta be right for the ID, right?"

He rubbed his chin.  Hmm... where could he cause the most havok?  Probably not enough water around to flood the station, and not enough... waste to cause a real poopocalypse.  Life support and oxygen is probably less damage and more death; not what the bosses wanted.  It might be guarded more, but better stick with... 

"I think I can best serve the station in electronics and machinery.  Got to make sure that's working so everything else can run right.  I can start right now."


Send a message back to the Guild- quitting that job and taking up residence here to pursue my lifelong dream of middle management