
Cosmos:”Don’t remind me”
A ship arrived at the Imperial Palace. It was certainly larger than Ahrakas' vessel, and overall looked exactly like an attempt by a mortal to replicate a celestial dragon vessel. It wasn't exactly a bad attempt, just a.... limited one.*He was having a flashback in which one of his older brothers lost an eye and was hoping it would never happen again*
Indeed, time isnt really on our side.A ship arrived at the Imperial Palace. It was certainly larger than Ahrakas' vessel, and overall looked exactly like an attempt by a mortal to replicate a celestial dragon vessel. It wasn't exactly a bad attempt, just a.... limited one.
Tyrim spoke over the intercom.
"I think the kids should bring their cores on here. We can see what kind of ships they'll wind up piloting."
"We probably have time to spare for this, Ahrakas, but this has to be the last distraction before battle."
Firuthi sent out a telepathic message.Indeed, time isnt really on our side.
This is definitely a fine vessel. It suits the Architects very well.Firuthi sent out a telepathic message.
"The ship's here, kids. Let's climb aboard."
A ramp extended and Firuthi boarded the ship. It definitely looked... somewhat roomy, inside. This ship was decked out pretty well for very long stays.
One by one, the Architects arrived and boarded.
"So... we're going to want the hangar for this."
"I have to agree. This is amazing."This is definitely a fine vessel. It suits the Architects very well.
The tortoise is the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler."I have to agree. This is amazing."
"Home away from home, really."
"And it'll likely be there whenever, really."
"So what do you have to show us at the hangar?"
"There's scout ships, and spots to put the AI cores."
"I think it's time we see what we got. Let's hope we didn't get any psychopathic cores."
One by one, the Architects put their AI cores into their scout ships. The AI cores went through loading sequences.
"So, I have a quick way to find out if we got a psychopath. It looks like the cores are ready for it, so here goes."
Tyrim seemed to take a deep breath.
"You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?"
How did each of the five AI cores respond?
"Justice-obsessed. I think I'll get along with mine."The tortoise is the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler.
I am preoccupied by going through my belongings searching for water to give it.
I am one with the tortoise the tortoise is with me, I cannot help the tortoise for I am the tortoise.
The presence of me standing there casts shade on the tortoise, thus there is no reason for me to provide an further aid.
The tortoise only exists in a hypothetical scenario so the answer to this question is meaningless.
They all seem somewhat eccentric but I have no major concerns."Justice-obsessed. I think I'll get along with mine."
"I think the one trying to find water is yours, Fabiana."
"Of course Cooper gets the existential headache."
"Being there is shade enough? Kurt, I think yours might be slightly crazy."
"So... does this mean I got stuck with a replicant?"
"I'd like your take, Ahrakas. Any of them concern you at all?"
"Yes, something to do after the war, perhaps."They all seem somewhat eccentric but I have no major concerns.
I feel like a prolonged conversation with Coopers ai would be... enlightening.
*Cosmos looks like he wants to rip someone’s eye out*"Yes, something to do after the war, perhaps."
"....I HAVE to ask about the question you chose, Tyrim."
"What, am I the only one here familiar with Blade Runner?"
"Yes, but why that specific test question?"
"It's an intense one that's fairly culture-independent. That's why."
"I don't know if the five of us will be ready to fly the scout ships into combat, but we'll need a few moments here, Ahrakas. It's your call, whether you choose to explore the rest of the ship a bit and wait for us.... or launch the attack."
Tyrim took notice.*Cosmos looks like he wants to rip someone’s eye out*
Cosmos:”Sorry one of my older brothers lost an eye in a war once I don’t want it to happen again”Tyrim took notice.
"....is something the matter, Cosmos?"
"You wouldn't be referring to Blazar, would you? He actually managed to cope pretty well with the loss of the eye."Cosmos:”Sorry one of my older brothers lost an eye in a war once I don’t want it to happen again”
Cosmos:”I believe so”"You wouldn't be referring to Blazar, would you? He actually managed to cope pretty well with the loss of the eye."
Kurt sighed.
"Can eyebeam better than anyone from that empty socket. It's as amazing as it is sickening."
Cosmos:”I believe so”
"I was just trying to think of reality dragons that had lost an eye long-term and he's the only one that came to mind."Cosmos:”Why do you ask?”
*I shuddered when I heard that*"I was just trying to think of reality dragons that had lost an eye long-term and he's the only one that came to mind."
Kurt noted the odd stare Tyrim gave him.
"They recover from a lot, Tyrim, but sometimes they find a new self-image in their injuries. Blazar's didn't start that way - he lost his eye about a trillion realities ago during a war, when an enemy put a Star Weevil in his bed. I only know a few things about them, I don't know which inter-reality pest is worse - them or the Comet Ticks."
*I shuddered when I heard that*
"You have every reason to hate them, Universe. You've seen what they can do firsthand. And we never can seem to get rid of them, no matter how many times we reset reality. One of the few things that can cause problems for reality dragons."“I hate those”
"Then remember to watch out for pests... and I think there was also some kind of creature on Planet Solaris whose clear shell makes for some of the best shatter-proof lenses for protective goggles."Cosmos:”I’m not loosing an eye”
"I see that overprep and the ensuing paranoia is standard issue for dragons all the way up."Cosmos:”I normally booby trap my beds with poison darts that can be deactivated by thermal scanners and energy signature scanning devices”
Cosmos:”I just don’t want anyone putting anything in my bed”"I see that overprep and the ensuing paranoia is standard issue for dragons all the way up."
Kurt looked over to Ahrakas.
"We Architects will be back in our places momentarily, and will do more with the scout ships after the war. I leave it to you to give the signal to start the attack."
"But poison darts for a weevil infestation? When there are plants on multiple out-of-phase realms, including Planet Solaris, that can naturally repel the little pests?"Cosmos:”I just don’t want anyone putting anything in my bed”