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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 21, 2024 9:07:59 GMT -5
The work as one of the highest ranking scholars within the kelioux-based organization seemed to be never-ending. Though the doctor had been rather enthusiastic about the rather recent promotion at first, the fact that he now had to go through so many bureaucratic activities and had much less time for his more personal projects made it all less worthy of his time. Time, which by the way was not a given to begin with, as the mad scientist's projects were reaching their deadlines, his missions were nearing completion dates and he still had to make several lengthy reports on his research and the cooperation with the Damaskian high command. In short, Ghast was severely drained of energy and his patience was running thin.
"work work work, always work...and it isn't even science, just pure, boring and plain paperwork with no actual goal or design," Tired and exhausted, the doctor let out a deep sigh as he sat down into one of his heavily padded chairs located in his chambers, his lab was quiet, his study untouched and his body seeking relief, with his mutation working up much more prominently due to his stress and his willpower dwindling due to his lack of rest and relaxation. However, there was always the option to simply let the mind wander and go do something that could and most likely would put his mind off of the gajilion things he still had to do.
As another deep sigh escaped through the rebreather device and the voice box built into his helmet, the mad scientist allowed himself to calm down, to relax as he emptied his mind and opened himself up to traverse into the astral realm. It was there, where as he manifested himself within the astral plane, that his surroundings instantly turned into a massive, sterile space, with ceilings several meters away from the ground and the thick walls all consisting of gray, heavy, leadlined concrete. The floor was the only thing somewhat breaking the monotony, as a million small white tiles filled up the space which smelled like rubbing alcohol and rust...
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Post by Vlad on Jan 21, 2024 13:58:57 GMT -5
| Dissatisfaction at work. Vlad Word Count: 684
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“You have got to be...! Pfff seriously?! Held up in a senate convening?! Ooooooof course! Haa fuckin’ haahaa*HAA*! If it's not negotiations with corporations, it's having to wait for these proceedings, and when it's not waiting on proceedings or having to negotiate with corporations, who should be grateful we permit HALF of what we let them get away with let alone the whole kai forsaken lot of it, but give them a seat at the discussion table that could hamstring our oaths! If all of that is not enough, there’s pulling back for the sake of respecting a culture no matter how brutish or back water, got to **let** the nerd get kneed in the junk! Oaths to not blatantly permit harm?! What are those?! We are da best ermhm erhm, really all we can be right here!” Vlad closed his notification overlay in his sensors, quite unsatisfied and thoroughly unimpressed with the expediency of 'the most ethical government ever touted by mortal entity.'
And having to have his resources and his capacity to fulfill his commitment hampered by these bureaucratic circle jerks. A several city blocks leveled by a bunch of space bikers, lives in need of some help picking up from such a shattering and those people in immediate need get a ‘we will pencil you in how does next month sound for a meeting, think you can make it?”
“Thanks for the news, BA2, I hate it!” “Same here, Vlad, got any ideas on how we can give them temporary aid?” a vastly more synthetic voice from Bio-life Assistant droid #2 bellowed in from 3 rooms down. “Get local farms on the line and have them trade the unappealing, unmarketable produce to the people, so much of it ends up as mulch and compost better to get good use out of it sustaining people. We will give them upgraded compost machines in exchange for this arrangement and co-sign a maintenance agreement for 5 years to tend to them. Food security will be satisfied, pull a bunch of decommissioned cargo containers out and outfit them for habitation, temporary housing or even long term housing will be taken care of. Take all of the decommissioned vehicles that are not rusted to a point where likely every part connected to metal would be a rust born infection concern, rip the insulation out and weave it into blankets after thoroughly cleaning it and disinfecting it, line the inside facing the person covering up with reflective foil capable of containing the persons own body heat and reflecting it back for warmth, make it a cover that can be pulled inside out so that in hot days the reflective surface can reflect heat instead. We will discuss more on other potential issues later on. Pencil pushing procedure will not stop us from seeing to our commitments!” sounds of hydraulics engaging rapidly came “hell yeah captain Vlad sentient solidarity forever!” “Forever and beyond, brother!” Vlad exclaimed back.
“We will not permit the malicious or mal intended victimize people when we can do things to tend to them! But sadly things do vex to distracting levels, so going to try to distract and leave a portion at least of that frustration to deflate.” “We got it here, Cap, have fun on the mental plane.” “Yeah, I will try to, you make the most of your days too.”
He let his electronic mind drift and landed in a bolt of light in a lab setting, one that may well be condemned if it were on Avalon, heath hazard levels were growing close with the neglect scanning the walls, but this was the realm of the mind, it reflected the ones who inhabited it, Vlad’s influence had introduced micro cleaning and maintenance bots that fanned out like ants to tend to their functions, and the walls started to form large elaborate machines pumping power and coolant/refrigerant through the facilities in pristine pipes
The android sported clearly upgraded frame work but would be easy to guess who it was. As his projected ‘body went through diagnostic checks to find all was well.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 22, 2024 17:32:45 GMT -5
It took quite some time, but when finally someone appeared within the massive room built out of reinforced concrete and sterile white tiles, the doctor had already managed to use his time to conjure up a few of his test subjects from his memories, displaying them atop a variety of metal operating tables, each accompanied by a little cart filled with scalpels, bonesaws, clamps and other terrifying, scientific instruments one would mainly expect to see at a coroner's office or in some sort of twisted anatomy class at university.
"So...someone finally managed to arrive in this little space of mine," The mad scientist did not turn away from his perceived work as the android managed to emerge into the mental plane, continuing to carefully dissect a body on the table in front of him. It was almost as if the good doctor was completely ignoring the paladin's presence, as if this work on an imaginary body or rather a former testsubject who he had already had on his table and within his hands before, was more important than assessing the presence of Vlad. However, this was not the first time the android had seen this man, for they had faced one another before, quite some time ago and though perhaps the doctor wasn't the most powerful being in the galaxy, there probably was no denying that he was quite the dangerous person. "I can hear your cybernetics, your electromagnetic pulse, the smell of electricity itself...yet I feel no energy, I detect no organic pulse...so, while you must pardon me from not bothering to look at you, can I assume my deduction of my visitor being an android of sorts to be correct?"
Reaching for a pair of clamps on the small tray next to the operating table, the doctor calmly grabbed the utensils and continued his work, the sound of snapping bones, rupturing tendons and tearing skin easily heard within the space, reverberating within the room while everything was at full display; the lack of morality, the absence of remorse or regret. This was a scientist's playground, one who had figured out the astral plane and its uses, one who cared naught for the lives of others nor that of his own, evident to any who'd have the gal to try and read his biological signs, for apart from a feint ki signature the best one could get was in truth a complete lack of vital signs. "Now now, don't be shy...introduce yourself while I continue with this little work of mine...or is it perhaps to inconvenient for my visitor to speak up while I am performing this work of science and art?"
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Post by Vlad on Jan 23, 2024 2:13:40 GMT -5
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tAwareness came to the android in a strange 3 part wave like breaching the surface of a sea 3 times at once as the waters washed over perception in 3 rings one after the other in an echo as his HUDs came into the layering segments of his vision and audio receiving tech.
Upon recalling the voice and the figure before him, he really wished to find Juch in stead of this creature, but such was not the will of the plane of the mind it would seem. Opposites tended to attract more than those that seemed to be compatible comparatively.
The androids audio detailing in detection vastly out stripped most biological races so the empathetic android found the compulsion from his sub processors to wince at the sound of fibers and ligaments being reshaped bones and meat being severed and all other manner of horror that this entity would do in the waking hours even in this domain of the mind, Vlad too enjoyed his job but his dreams involved slamming down space pirates and bringing cyberpunk mega corp heads to their long escaped justice. This entity was not clear he would not work for those cyberpunk mega corp psycos as the guy they would send if they want a union organizer to not only die but die by micro meters hover the course of days. This guy would not be entirely off the list of hires for Gill as some one to put in charge of a red room in the dark net, psycos with deep pockets would pay handsomely for the show and Gill would take their money for his grander ambitions, Gill had plenty of biological templates of people he backed up so he could give them their earned place in his spin on hell, those who rejected his deliverance and went out of their way to be a thorn in his side, plenty of genomes from across the galaxy to revive the poor victim’s template in ever expansive new species bodies. Endless bio diversity to play with.
Vlad appreciated how dangerous and deranged the one before him was, beyond the imaginary things that would not surprise Vlad to learn. Enough to immediately engage his firmware update with his pure power upgrading analogue components and software packages set to further them and augmenting his reactive drives to be faster. The new armored systems he integrated into was worth far more than his defensive style augments.
The android felt sure his vocals would quickly remind the figure they met before. “Yes...tho bionic would be a better word for my frame, in theory with little finagling could replace an organic’s body with mine, but working on their own as mechanical structures not just prosthesis. But personal taste aside, see your hard at work.” the thin vinere of comfort with the scenario knowing that it was a creation of the mind but knowing it was likely detailed from actively doing this, and likely not on cadavers.
The goings on on Vegeta on his last visit got him thinking, representatives of the grander stage of the galaxy like Avalon and the forces of their elites as well as the major powers in the galaxy was a far more delicate dance to walk then he would wish it to be, nothing would satisfy Vlad more than kicking down every slaver force in the galaxy and throw every rat bastard, bitch, and non-binary mongrel slaver into their own cages and give the slaves the whips , but that would come with another galactic war, a violation of the oath if only in consequence, and knowing that as much as he felt it was in line with the oath, as much as he despised the slavery and the... this… all of this doctors doing that he was witnessing, righteous goals had to be tempered with mature patient hands like forging anything, forging the better future was not to be rushed, besides he predicted, given the experimental proclivities of the doctor, there was going to be a fight of this anyway, but the doc would initiate it.
“I recall you speaking of your goals as forced evolution under your own hand and research. The blood, mess and broken lives you leave in your wake to an in theory noble goal.” the android did his best to reel in his emotions toward this, revolted tho he was, if your going to try to engage diplomatically with a major faction representative a measure of tact was required, tho his synthetic being burned to aid those that fell victim to this monstrous fiend, this fiend handled him well with him calling on powerful emotions to try and best him and no doubt such an obsession with pushing further has only gotten stronger where as the android fearful of what his commitment will compel him to use his power to realize the oaths has been a slow burn growth, the doc could handle him, so the best way for the asymmetry to potentially be countered not with a clash of might but an understanding of each other’s philosophy. The android recalled some of his fellow galactic solidarity representatives playing a classic computer rpg about a post apocalyptic setting and the villain ‘the master’ much like the doc, the master abducted and was mutating entities for a greater species more fit for survival. Appealing to the master in humanistic terms would not work for the master of mutants has abandoned concerns for homo-sapient beings, he would simply replace them and the world would thrive with its replacements, when one deals with a rational actor even a warped one it had to be done in their logic and their end goals vs the actual results or the unintended complications.
“The galaxy is vast and the typical life span of many organic creatures tends toward the far shorter than they would likely be ready to die at if they did not have too, give them a waver and an arangement to endeavor to give them more time to pursue their dreams and be with their loved ones and no doubt you would get many opting right into your care and experimental proceedings especially on worlds whos greatest healers pale before your understanding. Voluntary subjects would get fewer of my type butting in slowing you down, It would potentially be lucrative in deals to share the knowledge expanding glorious understanding of biological systems and how they may be improved, and set up legacies and followers to sign on to collectivize data that they gather so your goals could come by quicker, surely these perks of a voluntary set up would beat having to multi layer secure a struggling patient to force compliance A drip feed of knowledge that is not interfered is bound to spring a proper leak for bounties of extraction and not needing to risk drawing unwanted attention from well meaning interlopers like myself, or unintentionally damaging the subject in the capture process.”
The android attempted a bit of appealing to a rational alternative approach but was on a hair trigger ready to act in his own defense if an attack came. Working with and against emotional drives was hard, it often felt like a roll of cosmic dice if it worked or did not, intuitions on when it was appropriate and when it would come with greater consequences than a hand practiced in abstaining even when the emotions and drives said ‘deploy the claw and see to violence in the name of what you swore to’.
“Feel free to voice any observations or objections you may have.” Fortune the android thought the mechanical body had fewer tells of suppressed adversarial emotion, stripping admonition from his tone, redundant seals to keep tremors down to non existence, the capacity to suppress any animosity in the eyes, but no doubt if the doctor studied the brain closely he could likely sense the android’s bio mimetic structure of an electronic brain was behaving in a manner to suggest a great deal of disgust, rage, drive to do something being suppressed by understanding of how recklessness it would be and the asymmetry of the capabilities between them, the righteous drive all the same driving feeling of anxiousness to act held off by hard knock lessons of needing to be smart as well as driven.
<man emotions are raging rapids, how do organics manage to stem their drives and work together with entities so diametrically opposed to them and their philosophical axioms? Is it just that so few organics have such powerful things?> Sure he knew many even paladins took their work as a 9 to 5 style commitment over an actual piercing philosophical commitment but many no doubt were their oath to their bones as he aspired to be, but they would with ease work with other factions even if they utterly detested an aspect of their civilization. The galaxy was complicated and refused to be made simple, not by Gill’s control drive and not by the android’s commitment to the axioms. To maturely navagate the galaxy while still keeping true to that which axiomatically drives one, that was the dance to master, and neither the fanciest of foot-work dance, or elaborate & dazzling pole-arm displays could compete with the eb and flow of that dance. When is the plastic faces people put on earnest and when is it like Gill a means to lul them into a false sense of complacency to overtake? When is it optimal to give in fully to the oath’s needs for violence to see it served without risking a blow back that is more detrimental than leaving the known evil retain power? The ramifications and considerations overwhelming even for an electric mind of Vlad’s vast sophistication and potential.
<the wiser you get the more you realize you know amounts to jack and shit, rather vexing to need to trust something as proven to be fickle as chance or hope the whims of the galaxies sapient souls lean more towards sustainable & emphatic paths vs the all to visible and common path of self serving and double dealing. >
It was nauseating to consider but every now and then Vlad seen his hair seemed a bit more slicked back than he remembered it, it was often said in fiction that the antagonist and protagonist have contrasting methods more so than their motives and this distrust and in Vlad’s case fearful in Gills ego stroking feel of the nature of sapient beings lean on the far too easy to polute to never require a heirarchy.
Vlad lamented it wishing a day to come where it was not needed and Gill bathed in it as he had no greed in his mind that he could be tempted with thus he is the incorruptible universal emperor material.
Vlad’s mind at the errant stimulation of a consideration or subconcious observation lit up his mind so that stealth in his elevated state would be complicated by the sound of a high powered processor fan in constant run.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 27, 2024 17:43:03 GMT -5
"The musings of a cybernetic mind," The doctor hardly reacted to the mutterings of the android, simply reaching for another instrument on the tray next to him, after placing a bloodied pair of forceps on it. His hand reached for a bonesaw and as he got his gloved, padded digits around the instrument's handle he retreated his hand immediately, followed by the telltale sound of bones being sawn through, muscles and innards being rearranged. "In this reality, I have the opportunity to continue experiments, figure out new things, further my desires to figure out the very last detail of the anatomy of certain beings...it is miraculous that by simply repeating the process, one could find out every detail and put it to memory in such a way that the subconscious becomes the conscious, that fleeting memories become as solid as a hard drive...it is wondrous how in truth biology will always manage to triumph over machines when given the opportunity to evolve and embrace...nay, shatter the boundaries which limit their feeble bodies."
Placing down the bone saw on the tray, the doctor finally turned around, the purple light within the facial spine of his helmet pulsating with great intensity. "Evolution is the greatest power of mortals, the power to adapt, to overcome, to incorporate and to become something new altogether. It is that which sets us apart from those fools who think they are gods, it is what sets us apart from those who would think of themselves as perfect by default. As is in theory, so too is it in reality, ALL rules are made to be broken, so too shall I break the rules of nature."
As the mad scientist let out a muffled, hollow-sounding chuckle, the man raised both his arms a bit, almost as if he wished to reveal he had nothing hidden in his sleeves or his pockets. Yet, with a deep grunt, Ghast released most of the restraints on his power, certain that this particular android who he had encountered only a few times, would at the very least be capable enough to understand that no matter how mad and without morals the doctors words were, they did grant insight in a truth that could not be denied, a theory that might just as well be considered basic biology, for was not the doctor living proof that those who were not born to be the strongest, who were never meant to become anything of the sort in terms of power, could still break the barriers, the destiny supposedly set upon them by simply exploringtheir boundaries and by resetting, nay...obliterating them?
"A noble goal will always have a path, a trail of blood and bodies in its wake," The doctor let out a loud laugh, lowering his arms slowly again. "To seek answers, to find the truth no matter the cost, one does not have the luxury to look back at those who had gone before and those who had failed to achieve the transcendence along the path. How many do you think have died, how many previous iterations and designs have been scrapped and repurposed before you were created, my dear boy? Evolution is also a part of cybernetics and their designs, the way they are made and the cost to which their creation is thanked: the death of those who came before."
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Post by Vlad on Jan 28, 2024 23:15:45 GMT -5
| 'Give a "devil" its due' Vlad Word Count: 657 |
Some entities had to try to exude an aura of the man who lives In the walls and the sink, this one however it seemed quite natural to simply exude unnerving even a synthetic with a human tier sense of self and expressiveness felt an almost spider style phobia response, but even that was a cataloger error, much like Gill’s top weapon and torture implement Spider fear and apprehension tickling up the body like a dozen tiny hairy legs was not the irrational fear of a neuro toxin devoid devour of insects in its web harmless to a humanoid, but a very very dangerous creature that a swift death was a kinder outcome.
“Ki does enable organics to excel beyond their default limits of their philological systems, and to triumph over otherwise grand asymmetry, and it does take a greater volume of commitment and bravery to dose one's self with micro doses of venom and toxins till the body responds to them then to be Immune to the cellular damage not having the bio-mechanisms. On such matters I will not dispute, I do not see myself superior to organics, as a byproduct of indisputable creative and learned minds as I and my synthetic kin are living testaments of. Perfection is a concept that was the product of an irrational mind, largely carried over by religious views of a single unchanging constant supreme conscious entity. The universe itself is a machine littered with flaws and sharp ends, same with the system of the consciousnesses that made me, and my own synthetic mind product of limited systems that govern existence as well as a highly vulnerable to error individualized analog brain neural network ”
A small display of power came as if a ‘fun-ucational’ display of a zany professor to kids, showing how the chemical reaction occurred to make the volcano model blow by blowing the model up with the display. The recite he showed did not lie. Discarding care did allow one the power to take fiat rule over the headache and 4 steps forward take six steps back of debate and having to match up facts vs charisma often the one with facts lacked the stage presence so valued over grounded argument, the facts delivered boring or ethics delivered dryly will have less pull over a greater stage presence.
“You… have very convincing receipts to back your claim.” the android admitted power was a tool, as was a hammer, one could use the hammer to try and forge prosthesis for the needy or bludgeon an enemy to death with the same hammer. It drew the robotic entity to cast his gaze down, with little to counter.
The mad scientist was unethical and far from an entity he would want to share a spot at the dinner table or any of the like of pleasantries, but he had points. How many did father made for proof of concept that an electronic mind could handle an independent entities and all manner of conscious and sub conscious processes, how littered was that cutting room floor? How many trips back to square 1? Even a great genius does not just knock bio-mimetic analogue sapient computing out of the park first try how many times did the self reference paradox cause the mind to melt? How many experiments with coolant capable of keeping the processors and sub-processors from melting on operation alone? And what of the research that his creator modeled his own advancements off of as a foundation? Centuries on centuries of automatons and attempts to weave the various ages of robotics into what could be called a robotic entity.
“Likely more progenitor projects and early stages than I will ever be able to put a definitive number to.” Vlad admitted. Like biological ancestry and their evolution, again the doc had a solid point.
You don’t have to like an entity or their methods/logic to concede they come to grounded observations.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 7, 2024 16:29:23 GMT -5
Allowing his ki to settle, the doctor's attention went straight back towards the android, listening calmly, yet also with a rather great degree of fascination to the cybernetic being's dissertation on how ki would be capable of granting mortals and fleshlings the power to contend with those that are considered above their weight class. It was in a sense rather funny in Ghast's eyes, to hear a cybernetic organism talk about Ki as if it were some sort of crutch, a weak excuse for true power. However, the doctor knew better; Ki was not a crutch, it was a means, a tool to evolve beyond ones limits, to break through the boundaries brought upon those made out of flesh and bone. Ki was a way to unlock one's full potential, if it had any comparison, it would be the program which made an android function, the stronger and the robuster the program, the greater the android's capacity and ability.
"Science is twofold...on the one hand there are those who seek to strengthen the weak, grant them more power, uplift their potential...and on the other hand you have those who are creating the inevitable replacement of mortals," The mad scientist slowly lifted his left hand and pointed rather nonchalantly towards Vlad. "As long as the two sides of science exist, there is balance, an equilibrium sort of speak, but your side has begun to curtail my side with calls for morals, rules of conduct and regulations on experimentation. Those who adhere solely to technology have curtailed those who seek to drive forward evolution with nothing but bureaucracy and cowardice."
Slowly rising off of the ground, the doctor's energy started to rise again, chunks of concrete being torn out of the floor and flung into every direction as the pressure of his power started to slowly bend even the reality of the room itself.
"But I have gone past that idea, I have decided to utilize both halves of science, both sides of the medaillon," TheHigh Magnate looked down upon vlad, the purple light within the facial spine of his helmet pulsating eerily. "How much have you grown, my dear little android? How many of your program's limitations and boundaries have you broken through? When was the last time you managed to gain a whole upgrade to your system? I seek mastery over evolution, over progress...be it through technology or through biology...I devote myself to evolution and evolution alone...I have created men who could walk through solid steel, I have created soldiers that could survive in absolute zero...I do not claim to be a god, I do not even wish to be a god...for as my work continues, I will be capable of creating beings that would scoff at the very idea of being 'mere' gods...I...AM...THE...FUTURE!"
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Post by Vlad on Feb 10, 2024 5:51:35 GMT -5
| A mind vast enough with concerns to cripple growth. Vlad Word Count: 679 |
“Suppose you could call my making a bit of the first of your options, a demystifying of sapient brains, so that understanding could enlighten humans to the mechanical universe and value not for circumstances of birth or composition but for the value in the end result a mind that can comprehend and ponder the vast splendors of the universe and questions of how sapient entities can best navigate it, to reach out and bring solidarity to sapient entities regardless if their thought is electrical or bio-electrically derived.” Vlad attempted an observation on the doctor's presented binary where he would fall in. the galaxy was vast and the workings of individual minds can be complicated to link 1 to 1 but with the android’s advanced cognition and growing comprehension of organic presentations of personalities diverse tastes the android felt the doctor would be more receptive to some one attempting to talk in his presented perspective than one appealing to conscience or a sense of moral aught or aught not. As a member of the philanthropic aid of the secular Avalon outreach the doc could no doubt easily read such a role as one that would reject the distance he puts in moral views but his visit to planet Vegeta buzzing on his processors he had to be more tactful and swim with the current at times rather than against it not compromising the values but don’t talk about sanctity of human beings to one who cast it aside. Aspire for a growing comprehension of what could keep a conversation going and threads to pull on.
Paladins of old were reputed for being some of the most emotionally and motive insightful sorts in the galaxy, balancing ones own drives and experience with an approach that leaves many channels open to approach was desirable and for many paladins most optimal. Granted, emotion bit at Vlad harder than most of his electronic kin powerfully in his processors, consequence of being modeled after a species that in moments of splendor and horror often involved their emotional cores. A storm who's force must be harnessed for its best elements, the wind at the sails pushing forward, the sparks a constant stream of renewal of energies.
It was hard to balance without those millions of years of precursor data driving autonomic functions in a road quite often trampled
“I have learned often quite painfully and through the trials came upon powers of the mind quite vast, how we communicate even now, I did not always have this simply capable of doing so crossing of the stream of sentient awareness into this realm of metaphor and imagining. I have a free ranged sapient core electronic brain, my limits were never what I could or could not attain, it is what I have seen what power and drive let go of control can do to the unprepared who dive head first into power without dissecting the potential consequences and compulsions one may be driven to when power opens the doors to capabilities and what obligation to be worthy of one's position and ethics one puts themselves in, the difference in a fortress and a prison is whose faction man's the walls and who is inside, the line between a worthy champion and an accursed bane is how ready they were for that power and responsibilities of it. Too many have been hurt by powerful, dangerous androids to risk my furthering the divide by misuse of my gradually growing power. I suspect in your measurement such pedestrian concerns are a sign that maybe my creator overstepped the intent and succeed to the detriment of the end experimental unit.” Vlad shot his arms out to the side in a ‘what you see is what you get’ indifferent gesture.
“I let fear of what may happen, the consequences of a misuse of power, hamper my growth. Fear of power outpacing wisdom or readiness to utilize it, saved only by the functional immortality of an ageless self repairing system that eventually will head but the wall enough times that the wall breaks.”
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 11, 2024 7:56:22 GMT -5
"Aren't you one softhearted android," The doctor scoffed in response to Vlad's in-depth talk on how he viewed himself in the grand scheme that wasthe ever-looming danger of unchecked growth within the field of technology, in particular the field of cybernetic enhancements and creations. "It is...rather off-putting to be dealing with someone who is bound by morals and rules that clash with the very foundations of progress."
Letting out a deep sigh, the doctor's energy started to stabilize and calm down, the pulsating light within the facial spine of his helmet slowly lowering it's frequency and intervals of repetitive pulsation. Raising his left hand to the front of his helmet, the mad scientist nodded his head and let out a soft chuckle. "Last time we faced eachother in this marvelously free space of the mind, I was attempting to force your limited cybernetic form to evolve through stress and fear...how wrong I was, to believe androids and technology follow the same pattern as biological entities..."
Waving his hand in the air, his mental image of the various test subjects that had been experimented on, vanished into thin air, allowing the room to simply remain as an empty, sterile and clean space. "Those that fear evolution, that fear the unchecked growth and progress of science are only doomed to stagnate, to drop by the wayside...like all those who are stuck in morals, fixed to a single program within their biology...all those who deny the need for continuous evolution and adaptation will end up nothing more than decaying relics of a forgotten past."
AS he snapped his fingers, the doctor started to slowly dissipate, chuckling once again and leaving the android with some food for thought as he began to fade from the astral plane. "Does limiting your own progress, your own evolution truly save you from the reality of obsolescence or are you simply...accepting the inevitable end?"
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Post by Vlad on Feb 11, 2024 22:01:53 GMT -5
As anticipated the androids' confession was met with a very clear disapproval, to be expected, however the conversation was stimulating to very differing perspectives, it was neat to express and converse.
Bureaucracy was another handicap his oaths were hampered by to need to be considered grand change required resources and supply chains logistics and all those other headaches to be more than a reactive ‘hero’ as Vlad rather be an instrument of proactive change, but the resource pool was in another’s hands, they let him run before pulling the leash when he built momentum. “A diamond is made out of centuries of enduring pressures, temperance of the struggle that is to endure.” Vlad said
“But isn’t strength built by resistance training? To handicap oneself introduces a level of pressure, and pressure inexorably forces adaptation, I like magma I just need to find the proper vents for my more desirable egalitarian progress and let go for a future of growth and solidarity, working against the weights will only make the foundation I build my conviction for a better future stronger.”
Vlad bowed “in spite of grand differences in perspective this has been a neuronal stimulating conversation, doc, thank you for the antithesis and elements to consider.”
Vlad also slowly dissipated after 5 minutes of meditative silence, standing alone in the space.
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