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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Dec 31, 2019 8:47:56 GMT
> Psst. Gil. There are guards driving the cart. Take a wild guess at what their full suits of armor are made of.
> Guards: Look up.
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Post by ten11 on Dec 31, 2019 10:37:16 GMT
>Gil: No offense, but you're not that great at arguing. So if you wouldn't mind being a bit of a mouthpiece for the moment (though feel free to change the wording): Alpha, you just said you stayed up all night to find a "solution" to the "issue" we had presented you with. This issue was the value of human life, and the moral principle to avoid killing or harming humans. Faced with this, you sought a solution that would involve killing humans deemed valueless. Now I ask you, why does this prototype need to be tested on people? Valueless or not, why can't you just accept tests that do not harm people? It seems like there were some gaps in those ethics classes. Rather than start with a bunch of rules about what and what not to do, you should have started with empathy and sympathy. Ask Alpha if he can imagine what being a surface dweller would be like, how terrifying it would be to be on the ground when the iron extracting beam activates. And if he says something really surface-ist and ignorant about what your experiences are like, tell him he's wrong, and that you know he's wrong because you're a surface dweller and have first-hand observations on the matter. If a theory doesn't match observations, you have to throw out the theory. That's how science works, isn't it Alpha?
Oh yeah and there are also people who havent been sentenced to death in full suits of armour who will almost certainly be killed. Thats pretty relevant too.
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Post by danyyl on Dec 31, 2019 11:08:39 GMT
>Gil: If nothing else works, ask Alpha "How many holes does a straw have?" just to screw with him a bit.
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Post by slate on Dec 31, 2019 15:20:29 GMT
>Gil: How easy would it be for them to delay the excavation for 10 minutes or so to get the cart out of the Death Beam Radius? Choosing instead to activate the beam immediately and likely kill those two guards would severely damage Numeralia's relations with the surface, and by extension, any project that requires cooperation with the surface. Such an act would be highly illogical, but I suppose that's what one would expect from a bananahead having an emotional outburst.
Maybe now's a good time to inform him that you stuck your neck out for HIS life, in open defiance of a literal god. You're really the only reason he's alive right now. (Well, I guess Frankie did most of the convincing, but you don't have to tell anyone that part.)
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Post by Blackmail on Dec 31, 2019 22:49:27 GMT
Me> Take note of what Gil said for future blackmail.
Other than that, does that cart even contain much iron?
Now technically I think Alpha is still a criminal. So I'm sure he wouldn't object if someone was to Portal him into the cart for the duration of the Experiment. Or is his justification logically inconsistent?
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Post by danyyl on Jan 1, 2020 2:05:44 GMT
>Steve: Get on with the great escape already.
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Post by tailortf on Jan 28, 2020 3:58:32 GMT
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Gil: God! I can't deal with you idiots anymore! Gil: You know what? I'm done! I'm done trying to be nice! Gil: You wanna mess with the surface?! The surface'll mess with YOU! Beta: What are you doing? Please cease this immediately! Gil: Oh look, buttons! You guys like pushing buttons, right?! I should get in on this action! Gil: Beep boop beep! Hey, this is great, I see why you love it so much! Gil: Oh what's that? You have a complaint? Well, how about you direct it to the administrative bureau of My Ass and it will send a reply back to Your Face in 6-8 business weeks! Beta: No, you do not understand! These are the axial controls for the laboratory!
>Guards: Look up.
Guard: Hey, you hear something? Guard 2: I am not interested in speaking to thieves. Guard 2: Especially not filthy sandwich thieves. Guard: Oh COME ON! I already told you, it was an accident! Guard: Jess can vouch for me, there wasn't a note on it! It must've fallen off or something! Guard 2: I do not care what Jess has to say. Guard 2: You don't eat food from the food cabinet if you didn't bring it in yourself. That's the guardhouse rules. Guard: No, that's only for a few DAYS. You can't expect a sandwich that's been laying there unclaimed for days to-
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Sister Embers: Thief, if we die right now, I am NOT vouching for you to Lord Argaleth! Gil: Oh, well that's a real shame! I guess I'll just have to contribute twice as much as usual at the next tithe to make up for it! Gil: Totally worth it, though!
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Gil: OH GOD NOT WORTH IT
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Beta: Unauthorised domicile tilt detected. Beta: Minor injuries sustained. Please remain calm. Beta: Attempting a manual override by interfacing with control panel. Alpha: Do you see now?! This is what I have been trying to demonstrate to you all! This is what they DO! Alpha: They- they come in here, they force their ways onto us, and they ruin EVERYTHING! Alpha: Just like they will do with this project if we allow them to continue! Acolyte: Yeah, Alpha's starting to make some sense to me, Gil. Acolyte: Was that really necessary, dude? I think I got hit in the face by a railing just now.
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Guard: HEY! Come back here, you dicks! Guard: There's no point in running! We know what you look like! We'll just catch you again! Prisoner 1: LIKE HELL YOU WILL! STEVIE AIN'T EVER GONNA SWING! Prisoner 1: GET FUCKED, PIGS! WE'RE OUTTA HERE! Prisoner 2: *huff* You're a manic. A God- *huff* -damned maniac! How'd you know that was going to happen?! Prisoner 1: I didn't! I just know when a good opportunity comes along! Now try and keep up!
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Guard: Dammit, why don't we get guns?! Or at least bows and freaking arrows! Guard: I've seen roulette croupiers in Las Fortunas have more firepower! Guard 2: Yeah, sucks. Budget's been tanked for ages. Guard 2: Did the prisoners get away? Guard: OF COURSE they got away! I can't run in this rusty piece of shit! Guard 2: Alright, well that thing looked like it was heading for the city. Some kind of Numeralian...something. I'm calling it in. Guard: Why bother?! They probably won't even listen to us! Guard: I bet we'll get written up for rolling the cart, too. Great. Great! Guard 2: We should probably still call it in, though. You know, to serve the King and all that. Guard: Fuck the king! He's the reason we don't have anything good in the first place! I hope the Numeralians kill him before the cancer does! Guard 2: Fine, fine. Then how about we call it in because it's our job and we'll get fired otherwise? Guard: ...yeah, okay. I guess we should tell them. I got grazed by whatever that thing was firing for a sec and it stung like a motherfucker. Guard: Wish we had weapons that good.
>Gil: No offence, but you're not great at arguing. Would you mind just being a mouthpiece for a moment?
Oh boy, this again. Yeah, okay, let's get this over with. I swear, every time this happens it's just...weird. But if you guys genuinely think it'll help, then fine, I'll surrender my brain to the overmind or whatever. Alright, Gilly boy. You've done this before. It's like that meditation crap. Just...stop thinking. Let the world flow into your mind. Feel the lymphatic nodes of the multiverse pour their knowledge into you. You are the Balance. You got this. .....flsdl....trksf....aaaaaaaaaa-
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Gil: ...aaaaaaaa fine [Argument], 3-26-2308! Very logical/sensible/coherent! Gil: Allow me, however, to present a [Rebuttal]!
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Gil: The inherent [Limitations] of your human/hominid/corporeal [Flesh] have caused you to see these [Events] as an obstacle! Gil: However, they were created to challenge the inherent [Assumption] of your [Goal] - whether or not human settlement is a viable [Source] of rare Earth metals! Gil: I submit that it is not! [H- Gil: -ALLFATHER, ONE WHO FORMS US, HEAR YOUR CHILDREN- Gil: -[Hominids] have extracted 0.00035 percent of available [Reserves] placed upon this world over their lifetime/history/existence! Gil: The obvious/visible/notable [Target] of human settlements is highly inefficient and should be removed from your list of [Options]! ==>
Gil: Furthermore, I will remind/inform/request you recall that [Numeralia] is still highly reliant on trade with the [Surface]! Gil: The possibility of your actions here harming this [Contract] is- Gil: -hungry! Rend the flesh! CONSUME! Gil: -...333 repeating! Gil: The [Individual] must be sacrificed/destroyed/consumed for the good of the [Whole]! Gil: Your assumptions endanger- Gil: -what is he doing now, someone get a lens on- Gil: -endanger the [Foundations] of this [Project]!
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Gil: THUS, according to all sense of [Logic], it is clear/obvious/visible that you are incorrect in your actions! Gil: I order that you cease this [Mission] and concentrate your efforts primarily on the ferrying of these [Protagonists] to-
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Operator: Huh. What do you think they're here for? Commander: With those binoclards? Who knows. Commander: Maybe they heard about the king and they're rushing to pry the crown from his fingers before he's even in the ground. Commander: We should probably do something. Operator: Shouldn't we inform His Majesty first? Ask what to do? This IS a foreign nation we're talking about here, ostensibly. Commander: Last time I tried doing that, he threw his bedpan at my head. Commander: At least it was empty. Commander: So you can see why I'm not super enthusiastic about that particular plan. Operator: Yeah, fair enough. Operator: I totally want to try this thing on a bigger target, though. Operator: I'm sick of shooting at birds. Commander: Alright, then just try to clip them. A warning shot to let them know who's in charge here. Operator: On it.
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Alpha: I would once again like to state that I find this highly illogical. Alpha: This man has attempted to sabotage the mission AND nearly destroyed our laboratory, and yet rather than condemn this behaviour, you are pursuing a deeper scientific relationship with him! Alpha: I find this absurd. Beta: It may seem this way, but surely you must have felt it during his speech! Phi: We ALL felt it, Beta. The laboratory's electrical systems have picked it up as well. Phi: A massive influx of jumbled information from an unknown set of sources! Beta: Exactly! Alpha: Well, that COULD simply be, er... Alpha: It could have simply been a random electrical surge. Tau: We have considered this possibility and found it unlikely. Beta: Yes! And the alternative is far more interesting! Beta: It seems that the brain may be capable of receiving information across space in an entirely new previously unknown way! Beta: This is a massive discovery! We may need to institute an entirely new offshoot of the neurology wing for this. Gil: Aw, you're making me blush. Tau: White male, average height, average build, above average weight. Mild alopecia, most likely due to advanced age. Vital signs normal. Gil: I'm going to assume "advanced" means, like, "improved" and not get offended. Beta: Have you had these episodes previously? Do you retain the information received during them? Gil: Oh yeah, sure. I never really knew it was weird, honestly, not until I met other people and I was like "what, you guys DON'T have voices in your heads all the time?". Acolyte: Yeah, no, we...we don't. That's real weird, man. Sister Embers: I suppose now we know that there is something objectively wrong with him. Sister Embers: Not that there was ever any doubt. Gil: Thanks, guys.
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Alpha: That may all be very well and good, but need I remind you that they are attempting to take control of our project? Alpha: Are you really okay with simply surrendering all our research to the surface for this? After all this time and effort?! Beta: I believe that is a sunk cost fallacy, Alpha. Projects do not carry inherent importance based on how much work you have put into them, they are simply projects. Beta: You are beginning to sound like a surface human. Very curious! Beta: In any case, I do not understand why you genuinely opposed this notion in the first place. Beta: It was generally understood amongst the rest of us that the Ethics Committee was appointed by Founder Alpha. Beta: Thus, any proposal they input has the implicit support of the Founder. If they choose to alter the project, surely the Founder feels it should be altered. It is only logical. Alpha: I- wh- well- Alpha: Well I do not CARE what Founder Alpha may think!
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Gil: Okay, everybody saw that, right?! Gil: THAT one wasn't me! Gil: I know I've been a little aggressive before, but I didn't do whatever the hell THAT was! Tau: Please remove yourself from my immediate presence. Tau: You are making it difficult for me to access my electric pacification device. Acolyte: Uh, guys? Acolyte: I know I'm not big on engineering like you all are, but...
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Acolyte: ...is that big hole in the wall supposed to be there? Because I'm pretty sure it's not.
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Post by slate on Jan 28, 2020 4:43:57 GMT
Better emergency land before things get any more hectic. Also, and this is important: Recruit Stevie into the cult, I want him as a recurring character.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Jan 28, 2020 5:07:12 GMT
> Gil: Is it time for the Prince to reunite with his father?
> Alpha: Have existential crisis.
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Post by Its Time on Jan 28, 2020 9:31:33 GMT
Okay Embers, you've survived worse than this. Teach your student the Way of Remaining Perfectly Calm while facing certain death. Beta+Phi> Emergency stabilisation and crash procedure. Everyone else> Feel free to panic. I don't think we ask Gil to do that again. He has no filters. *snicker*
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Post by randomwriter on Feb 5, 2020 0:22:50 GMT
>Acolyte, put your foot down.
>Other numeralians: ALPHA IS A TRAITOR TO THE STATE AND MUST BE THROWN OUT OF THE SHIP
>Embers, take charge.
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Post by tailortf on Feb 9, 2020 1:24:36 GMT
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Gil: Hello, home sweet home. Gil: Somehow I always thought I would die here. Gil: …though probably not in this specific way. Gil: Kid, Embers, if we die here, that’s officially my bad.
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Acolyte: That’s alright! I’ve had a good life. Acolyte: I mean, y’know, not recently, but in general. Sister Embers: Cease these histrionics, thief. Nobody is going to die. Sister Embers: While this has been somewhat more exciting than one might expect for a simple outing, our hosts have proven to be most competent. Sister Embers: Now that all our concerns have been settled, we may return to Numeralia. Sister Embers: Alpha, if you would be so kind as to direct your vessel accordingly.
>Alpha: Have existential crisis.
Sister Embers: Alpha? Alpha: Ordinance 3 of the Numeralian Ordinance Codex. Alpha: All orders of the individuals defined as the Founders are to be followed explicitly. Orders given by the Founders are considered identical in priority to orders of the Project Originator. Only the Project Originator has superior priority to the Founders. Alpha: Ordinance 3 of the Numeralian Ordinance Codex. Alpha: All orders… Alpha: Ordinance 3 of- Numeralian… Sister Embers: …hm. Very well, carry on then.
>Embers: Take charge.
Sister Embers: It appears we are on our own. Sister Embers: No matter. This is not the first near-death situation we have encountered, and not the first I intend to survive. Sister Embers: I am either laying down my life for Lord Argaleth in combat or else not dying at all. Sister Embers: Acolyte! Do you recall any of the instructions relayed to you the last time we attempted to pilot a domicile? Acolyte: What? Er, no, Sister Embers. It’s been like a month already. Sister Embers: Very well. Proceed to that terminal and commence pressing buttons at random until something works. Acolyte: Uh, okay. Sister Embers: Thief! Attempt to rouse our host from his catatonic state. You two appear to have somewhat of a connection. Gil: Not what I would call it, but okay, fine. Sister Embers: Good. I will attempt to-
>Beta: Emergency stabilisation and crash procedure.
Beta: Stabilizing sequence in progress. Compensating for engine damage. Beta: Emergency landing will commence in 4.3 minutes.
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Tau: Affirmative. I am reporting the unscheduled stop to Numeralia. Tau: Phi, are the engine issues severe enough to require extraction? Phi: Negative. This can be fixed in approximately 3 hours. I do recommend finding a different landing point, however. Phi: This appears to be a heavily populated area. Potential damage to the laboratory is inevitable. Tau: Very well. Beta, work on locating an area outside of the city. Beta: Understood.
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Sister Embers: …or we could do that. Sister Embers: Ahem. Yes. Very good. At ease, everyone. Acolyte: I think your plan would’ve worked too, Sister Embers, just for the record. Sister Embers: Yes, thank you, acolyte. Gil: Don’t worry, Embers. Next time we’re hurtling towards the ground at deadly speed, you can be in charge.
>4.3 minutes later.
Acolyte: Man, I didn’t realize how much I missed the ground. Sister Embers: It is good to feel the soil under your feet, yes. However, our business in Numeralia has not yet concluded. Sister Embers: How soon will we be able to return? Tau: Repairs and diagnostics will conclude in approximately 3 hours. Beta: 3 hours, 15 minutes. Phi wants to use this opportunity to collect soil samples and I would like to gather atmospheric readings. Tau: Very well. 3 hours, 15 minutes.
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Acolyte: Aw, man, we’re gonna miss lunch. Acolyte: Maybe we can go into town and get something? Gil: Yeah, I don’t think they’re gonna be too happy to see us, seeing as they shot us down and all. Gil: That tends to be a pretty strong hint. Acolyte: Yeah, fair enough. Maybe I have some food in a bag somewhere, I’ll look around. Gil: You do that. I’m gonna go talk to our “captain”. Acolyte: Are you sure he wants to see you right now? Gil: I mean, he probably doesn’t want to see *anyone* at the moment, so, y’know.
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Gil: Agh…stupid…goddamn…grass... Gil: …come on…
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Gil: Phew. There we go. Man, you picked one hell of a spot for sightseeing. Alpha: I specifically selected this point as to not be disturbed. Gil: Yeah, and look at how that worked out for you. Gil: So, what are you doing, sulking? Come on, things didn’t go so bad. Nobody even died! Alpha: Negative. I am performing diagnostics of my internal functions. Alpha: I will admit that my actions were not internally consistent. Alpha: I suspect that recent emotionally affective events may have caused a malfunction in my interface. Gil: Yeah, I was thinking that too, but honestly? I kinda get it now. Gil: You felt bad that we were barging in here and screwing over everything you and your friends accomplished recently. Alpha: Research associates. “Friendship” is a surface concept. Gil: Right. Gil: My point is, you jeopardized your own mission, damaged what is presumably super expensive equipment, and nearly killed all of us because you felt like an injustice was being committed towards you and your “research associates”. Gil: That’s the most human thing I’ve ever seen a Numeralian do. Gil: I’m almost proud. Alpha: Yes, so you understand my concern. Alpha: I require immediate self-diagnostics and repair. In private. Gil: Yeah, yeah. Can I stand with you anyway? I don’t wanna climb back down this soon. Alpha: I have no opinion on the subject. Gil: Sure you don’t.
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Alpha: …that city. From what I understand, it is your home? Gil: Eh, sort of. I *was* born there, but I don’t really think they’d want me back. Gil: Oh, you might like this, actually. Gil: You see that big ol’ rusty piece of garbage in the middle? The one that looks like a giant toddler put a bunch of blocks together? Alpha: Yes. It is highly unappealing, both functionally and according to all rules of architecture. Gil: No it doesn’t, it looks- Gil: Oh. For some reason I thought you’d say “it looks nice”. Alpha: I do not see why I would do that. It does not. Gil: Yeah, it really doesn’t. Gil: Well, anyway, that’s the Red Rust Keep. Where I grew up for the first, like, 13 years of my life? Gil: It used to be tiny. Just a few floors and a banquet hall. Gil: But then people started this whole tradition. Every time there’s a new king, they add something on. A new floor, new wing, bigger flagpole…usually the more you add, the better you’re supposed to be as a ruler. Gil: And, as you might expect, nobody actually bothers to fix it up properly. Gil: I remember poking around on the top floors and it was pretty bad. Gil: Doors that lead into nowhere. Rooms with roofing tiles for floors. Flagpoles that just sit in the middle of empty rooms or inside storage closets. Gil: Costing taxpayers millions, of course. All for the sake of monarchial dick-waving.
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Alpha: …chaos. Alpha: Utter anti-logical chaos. Gil: That’s the surface way, yeah. Gil: We can’t help it, y’know? And by “we” I mean “all of us”. Gil: I’m starting to figure it out. You guys may have a machine in your brain that thinks for you, but there’s still a *person* in charge somewhere in the back. Gil: And people are panicky, illogical, senseless idiots. I should know, I am one. And when things get tough, they make bad calls. Gil: You got a taste of it today. Alpha: Yes. But no more.
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Alpha: Thank you for this…thank you. Alpha: I understand now. My previous actions were erroneous. Alpha: The only logical solution is to follow the instructions of the Founder. I see now what happens when the mind is left to its’ own devices. Alpha: I will accede to your authority and work with you to construct a new model of the project to your specifications. As requested by the Project Manager. Do you accept this? Gil: What? No, I was specifically trying to tell you that you *shouldn’t*- Gil: …ah, screw it. Good enough. Gil: Yeah, that’ll work for me. And everyone else, I expect. Gil: Put ‘er there, buddy. Let’s make it official.
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Alpha: Tau. Surface guests. Everyone. Tau: Alpha. I trust you have resolved your malfunction? Alpha: Correct. What is the estimate for completing repairs on the laboratory? Tau: Another 90 minutes and we will be prepared to take off. Alpha: Good. I will review the impact data from the attack to see if any valuable information may be gleamed about the type of projectile. Tau: Affirmative. I will resume repairs. Good to have you with us once again, team leader. Gil: Well, good. The sooner we get outta here, the better. Acolyte: Hey, Gil, didn’t you say this was your home? I thought I heard you mention that earlier. Gil: Oh, yeah, sort of. Not really anymore, but yeah. Acolyte: Huh. It looks nice. Gil: Thanks, kid.
>One (relatively uneventful) ascension procedure later.
Alpha: ...and I was also considering this: Alpha: What if we were to form a contract between the surface nations and Numeralia? Alpha: They locate key iron locations using their knowledge of the surface, while Numeralia extracts the resources, splitting them with everyone. Alpha: This would serve both to strengthen surface-Numeralian connections *and* save us the work of sending out geological surveyors.
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Gil: Yeah, that could actually work out pretty well. Gil: We probably know how to find iron better than you guys. Gil: Seeing as we *did* build an entire country out of it. Alpha: Exactly! Alpha: This new "ethical" limitation placed upon the project is actually quite interesting, now that I have had time to process it. Alpha: It has forced me to create many new potential options for its' uses, thus making it more future-proof! Acolyte: Yeah, see? It all worked out great! Gil: Right, right. So, let's go tell Founder Alpha about this and we can get back to what we were, uh, actually supposed to do here. Sister Embers: Yes. Let us do that. *Please*. Alpha: Of course! Alpha: In several hours, that is. I must leave you for a while. Acolyte: Where are you headed? Alpha: Well, first of all I will head to my domicile where I shall have quite a bit of sleep. Alpha: Then I will work on compiling a new course of action for the project and meet you back here in several hours. Gil: Alright, sure. Gil: We’ll see you in a couple hours. Gil: Assuming nothing else really stupid happens.
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Rick: Halt, evildoers! Gil: Oh god damn it. Rick: Prepare for battle or…something! Jones: Oh, forget it, man. Just stop. We’re done. I’m too tired, let’s just get outta here. Rick: …yeah, okay, nevermind. No battle. Acolyte: What the heck happened to you guys? You look terrible! Jones: Don’t even get me STARTED. Jones: You REALLY wanna know about the garbage that went down today? Fine. Jones: It all happened earlier this morning. Gil: Ah, kid, come on, he specifically asked not to get him started! Now he’s going into a flashback! Gil: We gotta get out of here before-
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Founder Alpha: Goooood morning, Numeralia! Founder Alpha: Today’s weather is clear skies and shining sun as usual! Founder Alpha: Except for everyone in Sector 9, they’re currently experiencing torrential winds due to a power coupling malfunction dropping it several hundred feet. Founder Alpha: Don’t forget – today’s the day of the big pep rally! GO TEAM! Founder Alpha: Speaking of teams, whichever research team set Sector 23 on fire, please contact me immediately! That kind of energy production technology is extremely important towards making our goal of a city in the skies come true! Founder Alpha: That’s all for now! Have a scien-tastic day! Founder Alpha out.
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Jones: Sheesh, and that’s the guy we gotta go talk to about Greysoil? Jones: I was hoping it’d be someone more like you, Sigma. Less crazy. Jones: Anyway, grub’s on. Dry cereal and coffee again. Jones: It’s…all I packed for breakfast. Rick: You know there’s a Numeralian Cafetorium like 5 minutes away, right? Jones: What, leaves and lemon water? No thanks, I’ll stick with something that actually has some substance to it. Not the biggest fan of rabbit food. Jones: Uh, no offense, Sigma. Sigma: I do not see why I would be offended by that. Sigma: Rabbits are extremely industrious and effective at their job. Rick: Also, adorable. Sigma: Correct. Jones: Right. So, what’s the plan for today? Sigma: Well, as I mentioned previously, I am going to go file an official “missing inventory” report to help us locate Hal. Sigma: In addition to that, I have also noted some more things I will need to file now that I have returned home and am ready to begin work anew. Sigma: The “Potential Defective Numeralian Information Form” about last night’s encounter, the “Updated Domicile Location Request Form”, the “Active Project Request Form”… Sigma: It’s going to be a long day primarily composed of waiting in line in silence. Jones: The fun just doesn’t stop with you, S. Jones: Rick? Rick: I’m glad you asked! Rick: After last night’s- Rick: Uh, what did we agree it was again? Jones: Dream? Vision? Sigma: A concussion-induced vivid hallucination incorporating aspects of your religion. Rick: Whatever, I still say it could’ve really happened. Sigma: Unlikely, but go on. Rick: Right, right. After yesterday’s *thing*, I was renewed with a new sense of Church of Truth-ian pride! Rick: And so I thought hey, what do those cult jerks have that we don’t? Rick: Pamphlets! Those stupid pamphlets are how they spread their word and get people on their side! Rick: So I stayed up all night crafting these babies.
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Post by slate on Feb 9, 2020 2:10:02 GMT
Go with Rick, man! Bros before clones!
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Feb 9, 2020 2:17:54 GMT
>Jones: GO WITH RICK! ALWAYS BET ON BLUE! TRUTH COMPELS YOU! AAAAAA
>Seriously though, Rick has the higher chance of fucking something up. Better keep an eye on him, in case he falls off the city again.
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Post by Alas on Feb 9, 2020 5:09:28 GMT
Jones> I expect Sigma would have to agree that Rick does need to be monitored at all times. But you really want to do some "independent research", by which you mean "have a quiet wander around the city without stupid stuff happening to you". (Fat chance.)
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randomwriter
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Post by randomwriter on Feb 11, 2020 13:39:50 GMT
>Jones, choose both! Rick can hand out pamphlets in the lines, Sigma can check records, and you can hopefully find some time to chillax in the que.
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ten11
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Post by ten11 on Feb 15, 2020 2:51:05 GMT
>Pick Rick
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Post by tailortf on Mar 3, 2020 12:33:39 GMT
>Pick Rick!
Jones: I don't know why I'm surprised, really. Jones: This was kind of expected. Rick: No kidding! Rick: Besides, this is way more fun than standing in line! Rick: Uh, no offence to any of you guys standing in line! I'm sure it's more fun than it looks! Now how about some pamphlets?! Jones: Man, this crowd looks dead. I don't think they're even paying attention to us. Rick: Just means we'll have to try harder! You've seen those cult guys at work. If someone with that little fashion sense can do it, so can we! Jones: Yeah, yeah, we're positively lovable. Jones: Give me a sec, I'm gonna go check up with the "actually doing things" portion of the team. Rick: Got it!
>Pick both!
Jones: Hey, S. How's the line? Sigma: It is very good, thank you for asking! Sigma: I will be at the front any minute now and our information request will be underway! Sigma: I must say, I have really missed this. Standing in an orderly queue with other individuals waiting for the same thing you are. Sigma: It gives you a real sense of logical purpose to all face in the same direction like this. Sigma: Though, of course, queues can twist and turn if they get long enough. Jones: I...know what a line is, Sigma. We have them on the surface. Sigma: Oh yes, I have seen them myself during my stay at the Tower of Truth! It is a very fascinating variation on the concept.
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Frankie: Bluh. Monday. Frankie: This line is killing me, man. This wouldn't even be worth it for the best salad bar in town. Frankie: And this is DEFINITELY not the best salad bar in town. Ralph: Right? This sucks. Ralph: Hey, you wanna ditch and just have breakfast at Hector's today? He promises he fixed the deep fryer for real this time. Frankie: Sure, sounds like fun. Worst case scenario, we can watch the firefighters doing their thing. Frankie: Oh, hold on, I have to do something first. Then we can go.
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Frankie: OH WOW! FREE DONUTS?! Frankie: FOR THE FIRST 30 PEOPLE AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE?! Frankie: THAT'S AMAZING! Frankie: HOW DO YOU GUYS EVEN STAY IN BUSINESS? Frankie: WELL, I'VE HAD *MY* FILL, BUT I'M SURE WHOEVER GETS HERE FIRST IS IN FOR A REAL TREAT!
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Get out of the way! I can't afford breakfast AND tuition! Screw your tuition! I need this money for my hat collection! EVERYBODY MOVE, I'M DIABETIC! No you're not, get the hell out of here!!
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Sigma: It took 20 minutes for Captain MacLarren to climb on a table and inform everyone that there were no free donuts! Sigma: I believe several fist fights occurred in the meantime. Jones: Ha, nice. Yeah, that sounds like the surface alright. Rick: What's up? I heard "MacLarren" and "free donuts" and got here as soon as I could. Jones: Yeah, see? Jones: Oh hey, Sigma, I think you're up next in line. The dude's waiting for you. Sigma: Ah, yes, of course. Sigma: Step back, gentlemen. It is time for you to see the impeccable Numeralian data system at work.
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Omega: Good morning. Please state ID and purpose of visit. Sigma: Sigma-5-23-0409, requesting information retrieval of security footage. Also filing missing property report for guests. Omega: Designation not recognised. Please repeat. Sigma: ...what? It's Sigma-5-23-0409, like I said. Omega: Designation not recognised. Perhaps you are assigned to a domicile? Please state domicile address. Sigma: My domicile is docked at Σ-5, position 5-23-0409, like it has always been! Omega: I am sorry, that address is currently shown as empty. A technical error must have occurred. Omega: Please file a ticket with General Support and return here as soon as everything has been cleared up. Omega: Thank you, have a good day. Sigma: What? But...my domicile is right there! It's only 5 minutes away by foot! You could see it from the front of the building! Omega: I understand. Thank you, have a good day. Please move along. Sigma: But...I...er.
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Sigma: Huh. Jones: So...was that the system working? Because it kinda looks like you got tossed out before you could get a word in edgewise. Sigma: I am...not certain. Surely they should still have my credentials on file. Jones: Well, what do they usually do when someone comes back from the surface? We should just go do that and it'll be fine, right? Sigma: My files do not show any procedure in place for something like that. I suppose nobody ever considered that anyone would ever return. Sigma: I guess I should head to General Support and file a ticket with them. That could take some time, though, it's usually quite busy. Jones: Ah. Well, okay, you're in charge today. I don't really get how any of this works myself. Rick: And hey, more time means more opportunities to hone our sick salesman skills! Rick: I even have a new angle in mind!
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Rick: Oh no! Kind people, won't you please take these pamphlets? If you don't, I fear my matron won't feed me for yet another fortnight! Rick: Criminals and law-abiding, sinners and good people...why can't we all just get along?! That's a totally realistic world view! Rick: Please, take them! Before their weight proves to be too much for my poor noodly arms! Apparently my religion forbids working out ever! Jones: Fool! What have I told you about grovelling before?! Don't you know that suffering builds character?! Jones: Now cease with these intolerable tiddlywinks, or else I shall have to glower at you! Jones: EVEN HARDER THAN USUAL! Rick: oH nOoOoOo!!
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Acolyte: Huh. I don't know why, but somehow I feel like we're being mocked somewhere. Sister Embers: Hmm, yes. Perhaps you have been spending too much time with the thief lately.
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Rick: I'm sure you've heard this kind of scene repeated a bunch of times in the last few days around here. Rick: Yes, lots of cults and fake religious organisations try to force you to take their pamphlets with pity or lies. Rick: But not us! Jones: Here at the Church of Truth, we're true to a fault! We'll tell you everything straight up and THEN you can decide if you want these pamphlets or not! Rick: Are these pamphlets going to immediately solve all your problems with life? Jones: No! Rick: Did we make these last night on a bunch of construction paper? Jones: Yes! Rick: Are they going to make you drop everything you're doing and join the Church for a life of adventure and truthfulness?! Jones: Most likely no, BUT YOU'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOU DON'T TAKE ONE!
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This is working. This is good. You are standing in line in order to figure things out. This is logical and orderly and proper. Right? Yes, of course it is. You don't know who would even think otherwise.
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Omega: Good morning. Please state ID and purpose of visit. Sigma: Sigma-5-23-0409, requesting assistance with lack of designation recognition. Omega: Designation not recognised. Yes, I see your issue. Omega: You are not listed in the files. You need to make a request with Archival Retrieval if you were listed previously. Omega: Thank you, have a good day. Sigma: Uh huh. And...you cannot help me directly? All Numeralians *do* share the same database. Omega: All archival information is handled by Archival Retrieval. Please return to General Support once the problem has been addressed. Omega: Thank you, have a good day. Please move along.
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Sigma: Great!
>And on she went...
Rick: ...pamphlets! The Truth is...construction paper... Omega: ...not recognised. Please repeat... Jones: ...system working? I don't know much about this stuff, you're in charge... Omega: ...perhaps you are assigned to a domicile...please refer to...
>Finally...
Alpha: These pamphlets. What purpose are they? Would they be useful to my work? Rick: Well, they tell you about the Church of Truth and how great it is! Alpha: That is a subjective judgement. Is there any factually accurate information present in them? Rick: Uh, sure! Whatever I could remember from reading the Book of Truth every night! Rick: And hey, you could always just find out for yourself! We *are* giving these away for free, you know. You could just take it...? Alpha: Hmm. I am still not certain.
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Sigma: MY GOD! ENOUGH OF THIS ALREADY! Sigma: YOU HAVE BEEN DISCUSSING THIS FOR FIVE. MINUTES. Sigma: EITHER TAKE THE PAMPHLET OR DON'T! IS THAT REALLY SUCH A DIFFICULT DECISION TO MAKE?! Rick: Right? I'm glad *someone* said it. Thank you. Rick: Like, I don't mean to be a jerk, but the entire time I'm like come on, my guy. This really isn't that complicated.
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Sigma: AND YOU! Sigma: DO YOU *HAVE* TO HAND OUT YOUR RIDICULOUS PAMPHLETS HERE?! Sigma: DO YOU NOT SEE THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WITH LEGITIMATE ISSUES TRYING TO GET LEGITIMATE WORK DONE?! Sigma: THIS FOOLISH ENDEAVOUR IS COMPLETELY POINTLESS! Sigma: You should have stayed-
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Sigma: Er- Sigma: Should...have... Sigma: Um.
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Rick: ...S-Sigma? Sigma: I am sorry, I do not know what... Sigma: I'm sorry! Sigma: I'll just...I should go. Sigma: Please tell Mr. Jones that I will take the rest of the day off. Rick: No, wait- Sigma: Thank you! I'm returning home!
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Rick: Sigma! Wait! Sigma: Please, just stay away! I think there is something seriously wrong with me! Jones: OH GOD, STAIRS! Rick: It's okay! We're not mad or anything! Rick: Everyone can get fed up sometimes! And that was like a huge line!
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Jones: *huff* Yeah, it's okay. We all do it. Sigma: Not Numeralians. We are not supposed to- Sigma: We are supposed to be better than this! Sigma: There are numerous emotional locks specifically designed to keep this sort of thing from happening! Jones: Huh. Charming. Rick: How can you lock away your emotions? That's...not really healthy. You're meant to feel them. Sigma: Not like this! Not to this degree! Sigma: Gods, what if I'm defective?! What if the stories about surface contact are true?! Sigma: I need to run system checks. Many thorough checks. Jones: Right, well, we'll just...leave you to it, then. Jones: Rick, you feel like getting some lemon water? We should get Sigma some lemon water. Rick: ...right. Let's go.
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System diagnostics show up clean. File history shows up clean. Nothing has been altered or added without your knowledge, as far as you can tell. Nothing technical is responsible for your change in behaviour, so you are forced to place blame on your human side. But that is meant to be kept in check by the interface! Only defective Numeralians have issues with that! But your scans are not showing you as defective! What is wrong with you...?
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Epsilon: Well well, good day to you. Epsilon: I hope you are well today. Epsilon: From what I understand, you have had a somewhat...unusual...morning.
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Sigma: Oh. It's you. Again. Did you follow us here? Epsilon: No. Theta recorded you while he was in line to update my domicile's security specifications and sent it to our group discussion. Epsilon: You remember my domicile, yes? The one your surface guests nearly destroyed with their dangerous stunts? We nearly hit the surface! If there were any tall structures in place, we could've been savaged by the residents! Sigma: They are my friends. Not guests. Sigma: Although they are technically that also. But the friend part is the main priority. Epsilon: Oh yes, "friends". Yet another surface concept that has infested your database. Epsilon: Look, I am going to tell you this directly: Epsilon: I do not care for your mannerisms or whatever else the surface has done to you. However, your connections to the surface world may be of use to the group I represent. Sigma: I do not see why I should bother providing you or your group with aid. You have stolen from my friends and threatened us. Epsilon: Because you have the passion of a true Numeralian! You also understand the bloated excess of our database! The horrific lack of efficiency that has plagued us for years! You know this is not how things are meant to be! It simply isn't logical! Epsilon: And now, the Founder is attempting to strengthen ties between Numeralia and the surface! They're already trying to invade our work - there is a Tau in my group that is working on a project right now that has been overtaken by human interests! It is absurd! Epsilon: You are the rare element that truly loves Numeralia and wishes to help make it great, rather than simply going along with the preordained process! And that is what our group is all about! Epsilon: Those automatons in the General Support building would not understand people like us. Epsilon: They would call us defective! All for seeing the reality of the situation! Sigma: Epsilons *are* almost all defective. The primary sample is corrupt. It's why they stopped being produced in the first place. Or perhaps you have forgotten that inconvenient detail? Epsilon: Slander! Lies and slander designed by the Founder - or perhaps someone else - to cover up the actual goings on behind the scenes!
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Sigma: I do not know what you're talking about. I may be experiencing some...issues...at the moment, but I have no desire to join any extremist organisations. Epsilon: And yet as you process what I have told you, you will realise that it is the only truly logical path. Epsilon: If you wish to become a true Numeralian, we are always here for you. Epsilon: I have sent you the coordinates of our next meeting. If you have any interest in what I have mentioned, you will be there tonight. Epsilon: I recommend you come alone. Your "friends" from the surface seem to have a habit of doing more harm than good. The sooner you see that, the better. Sigma: Fine. But I am not adding you to my "frequent contacts" list.
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Jones: ...might have something to do with it. I mean, he pushed us out the door as soon as- Jones: Uh, nevermind, let's talk about this later. Jones: Hey, Sigma! Feeling better? Sigma: Yes, somewhat. Thank you for asking. Sigma: I apologise for my words before. That was overly harsh of me. Rick: Hey, no worries. Sometimes this kind of thing happens with friends, y'know? Jones and I have yelled at each other dozens of times and we're still best buds! Jones: That's right. Sometimes you just let your temper get the best of you, no big, like I said before. Sigma: Still, that was not right. I certainly do not believe that your pamphlets were ridiculous, Mr. Rick. I know you worked hard on them and they are a...valuable example of surface culture. Rick: Eh, they were at least a *little* silly, I can accept that. Glad you're feeling okay, though. Jones: Hey, Sigma, were you talking to someone just now before we walked up? I thought you were, but Rick saw a bird and we got distracted. Rick: It was a cardinal! Jones: So you say. I still think it was a robin.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Mar 3, 2020 14:52:55 GMT
> Sigma: Begin to recant the entire history of birdwatching in Numeralia. Did you know that there have been 20 mil- OH GOD YOU’RE JUST LIKE THEM.
> Rick: Give Sigma a pamphlet. Maybe it can motivate her in this time of need.
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Post by Poor Sigma on Mar 3, 2020 23:57:42 GMT
Sigma> Your systems are functioning correctly. You have not had an emotional outburst before you returned to Numeralia. Logically it must be a fault in the systems of Numeralia that caused the issue. How does a Numeralian lodge a critical failure of the Numeralian systems if the system is defective? If no procedure exists, design one.
Jones> Get too enthusiastic about the prospect of coming to save Numeralia with Truth.
Sigma> Go talk to the Founder. Bypass any system malfunctions that try to tell you that you can't do that.
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Post by danyyl on Mar 4, 2020 11:39:05 GMT
> Sigma: Consider the invitation. Perhaps it's not you and Epsilon that are defected, but all the other numeralians. Think about it, wouldn't Logic dictate to investigate the inconsistencies with data and objective reality? Wouldn't someone, whose mind was crafted to invent and research, use it to... understand *why* is there an inconsistency between recorded data and objective reality? That domicile of yours IS there, you can clearly see it, you can touch it and feel that it is indeed there, but the data says otherwise and no action to investigate the inconsistency was taken. Maybe there's some sort of a conspiracy, however there is not enough evidence for that hypothesis. > Sigma: Investigate the hypothesis, take Rick and Jones with you, their abilities might be useful. PLus, they would have something to do.
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ten11
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Post by ten11 on Mar 5, 2020 9:17:48 GMT
>Sigma: Something weird is clearly going on, maybe with you, maybe with Numeralia, but either way, it clearly posits investigation. Go to the most numeralian-like surface dweller you know for help: Sister Embers.
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Post by Random Thought Denied on Mar 5, 2020 23:28:59 GMT
Those Numeralian interfaces seem to be working against the founding principle of free thought. Instead of investigating how/why the data is wrong, everyone is just accepting/ignoring it. I wonder if that is why Del left.
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Post by tailortf on Mar 10, 2020 1:39:42 GMT
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Sigma: Well...yes, actually. I was speaking to Epsilon. Jones: Wait, like the guy from last night?! I know you guys all have similar names, but is that who you mean?! Sigma: Correct. I'm afraid my, er, outburst from before caught his attention. Rick: And what, he came here to gloat at you?! In your time of weakness?! Rick: Oh that is *it*. He's getting bumped up on my "Enemies of Truth" list. Jones: You still keep that up? I thought you left it in your pants when they were in the wash and the ink ran. Rick: This is a revised version! There's always time to be vigilant! And make lists! Jones: Yeah, but- Jones: No! This is stupid! We've got other things to do!
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Jones: What'd he tell you?! Was it more demands?! Sigma: No, no! We merely discussed other matters! He told me that he suspects- Jones: No, nevermind, what am I talking about? We couldn't even meet his previous demands, forget any new ones! Jones: Did you see where he went?! Sigma: Well, no, but he *did* tell me where his group is going to be meeting later today. Jones: Perfect! Then that's where we'll be! Sigma: But...he specified that I should come alone. Jones: Exactly! So he'll think you will and won't suspect a thing! I know how literal-minded Numeralians are.
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Jones: Alright, we'll meet you back here in like an hour. Jones: We need to go back home and get our stuff. Jones: ...Rick replaced all our belongings with pamphlets. Rick: Hey, if you're gonna do something, do it right! Rick: I don't know how those cult guys carry so many pamphlets all the time. Rick: Must be some kinda magic bag or something. Jones: Yeah, something like that, I'm sure. Jones: Anyway, right here in an hour, okay? Sigma: Er- yes, very well. Sigma: I will see you here! Rick: Right! We'll give those no-good thieves what for! Sigma: Naturally! What for it is!
>Sigma: Something weird is clearly going on.
Yes. Hmm. Getting Hal back is, of course, necessary. But you will admit that what that Epsilon said is weighing on your mind. Most Epsilons are defective, of course, but what if he was not? What if something truly *is* wrong with Numeralia itself, at the core? How would you even try to report that? And to whom?
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Surely you can work this out logically. Let's see... The two options here are that either you are defective or that Numeralia as a whole is. As your internal scans have demonstrated that you are not defective, we must conclude that the second option is, however implausible, the most plausible one. However, if Numeralia is defective, wouldn't any Numeralian produced then also be defective by association? Thus, being defective would be considered being normal? So...you are *not* defective? The only non-defective Numeralian in a city of defects? You should inform Founder Alpha about this. But, at the same time, if Numeralia was his project, would *he* also be defective? Well, no, the Founders didn't use interfaces, they could not have been defective. But then Numeralia is not defective, but you are? Or not? Or-
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Sigma: Agh! Why is everything so...COMPLICATED?!
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Sigma: Well, I believe I have heard *that* before. Sigma: Do not be harsh. We have all been there. Sigma: Yes, I suppose so. I remember my first research project.
>Later in the day.
Sigma: Here we are. This is the location that was mentioned. Rick: Huh. Looks pretty fancy. Our house doesn't look this fancy. Jones: Right? There's not even a toilet, I don't think. Sigma: Yes, this particular domicile is designed for co-habitation. Sigma: You are allowed to request one if you are in need of more work space.
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Jones: Jeez, you'd think they'd at least meet in some shady corner or something. Jones: This is just...on the street. In broad daylight. Sigma: Numeralians have little cause for secrecy. Sigma: I imagine that they wrote "meeting area required for secret organisation" on their domicile request form. Jones: Well, okay. Let's get to it, then. Jones: ...Rick, what are you wearing on your head? Rick: You like it? I thought: what haven't we done before? Rick: Disguises! They'll never see us coming! Jones: I thought you said disguises were like lying to people and that members of the Church shouldn't use them? Rick: Yeah, but I've eased up on that over the years. Jones: How'd you even *get* that? I hope it's clean. Rick: That's an interesting story, actually! You know how we split up for a while when I went to get my stuff?
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Rick: RICK! Rick: Smitin' bad guys and gettin' some justice~ Rick: RICK! Rick: His sword may be broken but his spirit sure isn't~ Rick: RICK!! Rick: Probably gonna have to go to a blacksmith when we get back to the surface~
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Rick: What ho, stranger! How go things? Delta: Hello. Things are well. Delta: Why did you stop me? Do you need something? What do you need? Rick: Oh, no reason, just curious what you're up to. Delta: I see. Well, curiosity is always good. Delta: I am delivering this crate of broken interfaces to General Recycling & Processing. Delta: There, they will be recycled and processed to gain the most use out of them. Rick: Neat! Rick: Hmm. Say, would these "interfaces" be useful for, say, dressing up as a Numeralian? Rick: Perhaps as some kind of disguise for an ingenious scheme? Rick: And could I possibly use them for that? Delta: I do not see why not. Theoretically speaking.
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Rick: ...huh, I guess it wasn't really that interesting of a story. My bad. Rick: Uh, sorry if this is rude or offensive to you or anything, Sigma. Rick: Didn't really think of that until just now. Sigma: Interfaces are merely data processing devices. Sigma: Unless it was actively connected to a Numeralian before you took it, it really does not matter to me. Sigma: Though I have some concerns about the efficacy of this disguise. Rick: Oh, no worries, I followed the rules of efficacy. I asked him for it as nice as I could. Rick: Not like I did something like steal it or whatever. Now *that* would be uneffical. Jones: Alright, well, that's something. Jones: So, gang, what do we have here? Jones: A large-ish house, presumably containing one (1) Hal and many (many) Hal-kidnapping Numeralians ready to throw down. Sigma: Numeralians do not typically "throw down" as a rule but yes, that appears generally correct. Jones: Well, as awesome as we are, we probably can't just roll in there. Jones: We probably need a plan. Rick: Right! Sigma: I concur.
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Jones: So, I say we- Rick: We should- Sigma: I believe-
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Jones: ...ah. Jones: Okay, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I should've specified that we probably only need *one* plan.
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slate
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Post by slate on Mar 10, 2020 2:07:26 GMT
>Jones: Stealthily peep through the windows to see if you can get Hal's attention. >Sigma: Talk to them more about their goals and how their stated demands are supposed to help them. >Rick: Bust in and yell logical contradictions such as "This sentence is false" and "New request: Do not fulfill this request"! It'll short their computer brains out long enough to make a run for it with Hal!
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