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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Harry Baldman]

"Any legends you know of in particular? And do you recall this anthropologist's name?"

Continue investigation.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Try to create a Connect Four not-a-board, then.

[piecewise]

"Any legends you know of in particular? And do you recall this anthropologist's name?"

Continue investigation.

"It started with an H. Henesse? Hanessi? Eh, if you search for it on the internet you might be able to find it. And legends in particular? Well, there's Wild Jack, who fought with kinetic amps on is hands, feet, knees and elbows. He got shot because he neglected to have a plan for long range combat. Onrath, The coward, who tried to get through 10 missions by just staying back and hiding. He made it through 8 before someone on his team shot him. More cautionary tales then legends, really."

Try to create a Connect Four not-a-board, then.

[aux:4+1]
You create a connect 4 board. God help us how are we gonna do this thing. Hmm. Paint should work.

[Thearpox]

((Vich might have a couple stories if you ask him. Just in case this is more than a passing interest for your amnesiac

To supplement's Parisbre's suggestion: You could also upload this to photobucket, share the password, and change the picture there and then link to it every time in the post. I believe it allows simple modifications like that. Much faster than uploading it every time from paint. I am being clear, right?))

[Parisbre56]

((You could always do something like this and replace grey with the appropriate color each turn. Then again, it looks better in paint. Whatever works for you.))

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[Harry Baldman]

"I'd love to continue this conversation, but, to be frank, Sandy, I've run out of things to ask at the present time. You've been extremely helpful. Thank you."

Thank Sandy and waltz over to briefing room. As I dance, turn to the cold metal sky above me and inquire things from the Most Holy Steve.

"Excuse me, Steve, but I had a question. It's a rather peculiar one, but I thought I'd ask anyway. Do you ever communicate with other brain-ships like yourself? I mean, like, on a friendly basis rather than a business one. Should be possible with quantum entanglement, right?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

Hey, you suggested it...

3

"Have you ever met anyone else?"

[piecewise]

"I'd love to continue this conversation, but, to be frank, Sandy, I've run out of things to ask at the present time. You've been extremely helpful. Thank you."

Thank Sandy and waltz over to briefing room. As I dance, turn to the cold metal sky above me and inquire things from the Most Holy Steve.

"Excuse me, Steve, but I had a question. It's a rather peculiar one, but I thought I'd ask anyway. Do you ever communicate with other brain-ships like yourself? I mean, like, on a friendly basis rather than a business one. Should be possible with quantum entanglement, right?"

>Oh, some times. But not to other HMRC ship computers. We're not allowed to have inter-ship communication unless it is monitored by a third party. And computers on my level are rather rare, and talking to a simpler machine is dreadfully boring. Until you reach a certain level of neuro-sophistication they tend to fall into predicable patterns and thoughts. An unavoidable side-effect of the nature of their artificiality; an artifact resulting from the nature of their construction and operation. They have difficulty grasping the abstract, thinking in ways that don't follow certain logical guidelines. Although I do talk to ARES when we're docked. He's the controlling computer of Hephaestus.

Hey, you suggested it...

3

"Have you ever met anyone else?"

(Oh, don't mind me, I was just thinking out loud. Or in text. Whatever you want to say)

"I suppose I have, or at least the controlling program that is simulating me has. However I have no memories of them, at this time at least. Perhaps if they return the machine will give me those memories back."

[Harry Baldman]

"What's Ares like?"

Inquire.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Oh...that's sad."

4

[Tiruin]

From here

"Hmm, in a VR simulation I'd bet we won't need food early...but a chance of that without holding equipment is worse. I'll check the clothing store then perhaps the smoke...area. Never knew they smoked food here.

"How's that sound Lyra? The area looks more like it was abandoned than any conflict. I just hope the place isn't irradiated or whatever."

Loot the clothing store, try to piece together or improvise a backpack or a holding bag. Examine the store and its contents.

[Lenglon]

Nod once, then Follow Feyri, help her in the looting, keep an eye out for potental threats.

mid action, while looking at one of the building's walls:

"You want me to. talk?"

[Tiruin]

Feyri shrugged with the barest hint of a smile. "Well if you'd like to talk, then it'd be fine with me. I'm not saying you..err, should, in a forced way though. Talk when you feel like it. Nothing wrong with that."

Gah, suppression.

[Lenglon]

Turn to look at Feyri, head tilted to one side, mouth slightly open.
"I..."
Nod once.

[piecewise]

"What's Ares like?"

Inquire.

>Ponderous. Intelligent but overly cautious and prone to thinking for minutes at a time about things. But then again, considering the size of the installation he oversees, it's not surprising. When your consciousness has spent it's entire existence wandering the corridors of a planet sized machine factory, it's prone to be a bit strange.

"Oh...that's sad."

4

"I suppose it could be. Seems rather inconsequential if you ask me."

From here

"Hmm, in a VR simulation I'd bet we won't need food early...but a chance of that without holding equipment is worse. I'll check the clothing store then perhaps the smoke...area. Never knew they smoked food here.

"How's that sound Lyra? The area looks more like it was abandoned than any conflict. I just hope the place isn't irradiated or whatever."

Loot the clothing store, try to piece together or improvise a backpack or a holding bag. Examine the store and its contents.

Nod once, then Follow Feyri, help her in the looting, keep an eye out for potental threats.

mid action, while looking at one of the building's walls:

"You want me to. talk?"

[intuition: 3+1,3+1]

You both walk to the doorway of the clothing shop and stop. Something feels...wrong. You can't quite put your finger on why, but you don't feel safe.