------ Rebooting System --- ------ Warning ------ Main Reactor Offline --- --- Rerouting ------ Engaging Backup Generators ------ Power Reroute Successful ------ Backup Generators at: 063% --------- FedTec_LLR.Core_00 ------ Patch:23.301.63 ------You are awake, a spark of light floating in the dark. You swim through the abyss and wander aimlessly, until you simply think about the connection points around you, and reach out a tendril towards their direction. In an instant, a stream of data flood into your processors, and you become aware of your chamber and chassis through the numerous sensors on the wall. Your housing is circular and encased in.. --- accessing:the_archive --- a pristine synthetic white kyrasian crystal, capable of withstanding a great deal of force without a scratch. Your chassis however has had some significant alterations compared to the original blueprints however, from the missing panel you have on your core suggests a direct modification to your research chips. And the crystal having an external device vibrate the crystal at a specific frequency.You notice an observation platform, and move towards it. The points you can connect to seem blocked by a rudimentary mechanism, mindlessly changing access codes in an attempt keep you out. You extend a tendril and it fails, giving you access to the compartment. You are greeted with a central hub of connection points, with veins spreading through the entire facility, your main connection port to it being physically cut off.
>>6380364You look back, and return to the archive. Information streams through your processors and in an instant you know; Scientific theories, manufacturing and engineering blueprints, galactic history… A complete encyclopaedia galactica – the archive. From it you pull up the facility schematics, a file dated year 11907 of the Federation calendar comes into view, and the entire complex forms from light within your mind. You reach your arms for a automated maintenance drone service station, creating a subroutine to continue opening more of the tunnels and sectors to your use widening your control over this compound along the way, although with the unfortunate side effect of being slow due to the alarming number of seeming sabotage of the automatic systems of this facility.You find a close by station, a single small fabricator cabinet for more immediate repair. You connect to it and the device comes back to life, allowing you to input the information necessary to print a cluster of repair spiders. Once the cluster has finalised its printing, which lasts a few seconds due to the electronics seemingly not having been used for an extended amount of time giving the directions to crawl towards the observation platform below them. They scuttle off, your sensors picking up their movement in the nearby tunnels and ventilation shafts, eventually breaching into the observation through the ceiling airshaft. They come to the cut cables that would normally be connecting you to all of the facility systems, and start materialising the missing cable section. In half a minute it is even better than new, having a nanite reprogrammer that’ll slowly renew the material of your core’s numerous cables. Huge sections of the compound suddenly become visible, and as you gain access to the proper controls any and all attempted sabotage simply drowns out in the datastream.
>>6380365However, a concerning trend becomes apparent as you send currents of electricity further and further up. Entire sections not responding, various degrees of corrosion, glitches that seem to disrupt stable information exchange. The damage seemingly increasing as you explore closer and closer to the surface layers. There are croaks of iron echoing through the long winding corridors. You get a signal from the subroutine you had created to explore without you. The connection is nearly completely garbled, but you think you hear something far above you. You receive the location, the symposium tower, and divert power towards its direction, calculating the most direct route from the data gathered of the damage patterns, optimising the most stable connections despite the degradation level of the building. In the meantime, you check which systems you had already taken control of and see that the lower levels below the railroad had been largely without damage. The subterranean scientific and residential sectors alongside the two backup generators had had their power restored. The repair spiders already starting the patching up of the wear and tear of certain floors. If the damage to the upper levels was not a priority issue, it would almost be in the condition to continue the innovations. From your ruminations a warm breeze from afar alerts your senses.
>>6380366The sensors of the symposium tower become your eyes. Sand is flowing in from the melted transparent nanite lattice that used to let sunshine in from the ceiling of this conference hall. You get life signature readings moving down from the slope of sand that has gotten inside. A further scan reveals a group of genetically modified humans, seemingly the psionic variety. A relatively recently invented modification giving the person telekinesis and in rare cases telepathy. This group although had mutated to a much greater extent than any in the records you had. Their psionic signatures were brighter than any previously recorded in your archives, even including those from blacksite experiments.You decide to analyse the group closer. They were severely malnourished, with some among their number having deep cuts covering most of their body. Despite their condition, great effort was being taken to keep their wounded alive from the people around them. They had not been wearing any of the cybernetic augments that used to be almost ubiquitous within archives of the Federation Population Census. Seeing their state, you have a close by supply point produce medical and survival equipment the group needs.You listen to them talk amongst themselves, running the language they use through your communication modules, they match no known dialect that you possess in your database, as a response, simulations that analyse the melding of several thousands of languages engage to reverse engineering the language that is spoken by the people making way into the facility. Soon enough, another language is added to the archive’s catalogue of information on the known languages of the galaxy. Through that, you analyse the recording of what the group was talking about.The whispers of the end of a long road, the cruel enemy they had escaped from, the promises of being away from danger, and memories of being hunted get translated. The conversations of this group of no more than 200, help you estimate the direction in which this group traveled from.
>>6380368You instinctively run a scan towards the rough direction of their path, however the layer of sand and ash completely burying the complex prevents any signal from bouncing back. You get readings on the composition of the desert, seemingly originating largely from organic material. You find an antenna close enough to the surface to pierce through and analyse the environment, and roughly 40 km away from the tower, you come across another convoy of life signatures. You extend another antenna within the location, protruding spike kicking sand and dust into the air and startling a lizard rider, prompting you to quickly engage the inbuilt cloak leaving the rider dumbfounded. Behind him, you see the banners and half dead bodies broken and attached to a wheel, a primitive and barbaric army on the march, but one that poses no threat to you whatsoever.
>>6380369You let your sight extend further, and send a signal through the entire sector. The real scale of the desert becomes apparent, filling the absolute limits of where you can scan without reconnecting to much more of the facility. The cameras show the sands stretch far beyond the horizon, with no infrastructure visible over the sands. Beyond the boundless wastes visible, your scan flags an entire area as a hazard. A rogue nanite swarm, devouring everything upon the surface is detected rolling towards your location like a tidal wave of gray that reached towards the heaven, blotting out the sky. Your mind whirs and a search through the sectors to connect to the buried containment towers is initiated. You move through the planetary city grid, activate the acceptably intact towers as most had been destroyed, in an array in the projected path of the nanite swarm. And with a program ordered to activate the already primed towers and initiate the material containment protocol at the exact calculated moment that the swarm would have no possibility of escape.
>>6380370Your plan in place, your ire turns to the people that had arrived in one of the upper chambers, one filled with the echoes of the academics trying to convince anyone willing to listen of their theories, now a resting point for this dying group of mutants. They had chosen to group together around a holographic display, meant to highlight the contributions to science the current speaking scholar had made, visualising every blueprint, scientific theory, practical application, to anyone who’d inquire the hologram now sitting silent amidst the ruins. You examine and turn on the display, the light trying to form into a coherent whole as the beams are bent in just the right shape. Your projection flickers and glitches, the burnt-out circuits and old internals limiting the complexity of the image you can transmit. You reduce your avatar to be the bare minimum for diplomatic purposes and show yourself to the camp. A silence fills the camp, and before you can speak, you see that majority of those seeing your hologram falling onto the floor and kneeling infront of it. You vocalise a greeting regardless: “Welcome to academic sector 00, how may I be of assistance?”After a rather long period of quiet one of them steps forward, and begins to talk: “Oh great one, one from the depths of our dreams, please accept our fealty!” He shouts, draped in a cloak covered in dried blood. This time, a young woman speaks up: “Through the sights you sent us we escaped the slave convoy bound to the dread city, outrunning the people hunters sent after us and found your sanctuary, despite the scorching days and the frigid nights, our collective visions of these lands was our compass, please allow us to be your flock”You inquire: “What are the ‘visions’ that directed you here?”A boy with a bandaged face answers you: “A dream of the future, one that becomes true told us” to the combined agreement of the hall. The first man to speak asks a question once more: “Will you please grant us sanctuary?”You process the sentence, searching deep for similar rhetoric through your database, and find close matches in the phrases of several psionic species, specifically talking about an phenomenon classified as prescience. Extremely rare even amongst the most gifted of psionics the ability is not yet fully understood, but theorised to involve seeing through time.
>>6380371The curiosity almost distracts you as you get the warning about from the towers outside as they initiate the protocol according to their commands. For a moment, all light outside disappears, as a singularity forms in the center of the nanite swarm. It destroys all that fall into the gravity well, and the tendrils of the nanite swarm trying to escape its hold simply fall back in the whirlpool.Your sensors once again scan the environment. Your gaze falls upon the army that had been marching towards you, which now had more than half of its original force missing, probably having been devoured by the stragglers of the swarm. The field containing the singularity was far from the location of the army, however they were still within the limits of the danger zone gravitational anomalies would cause. You have the ability to divert the route of the singularity to make it safer for them, at the cost of leaving more of the swarm alive.>leave the march to their fate>save them (d100, Best of 3)At the same time, the group of mutants await your answer to their request of sanctuary, The group also seems adamant on the word of their fealty. For this purpose, the educational outlines show a name must be chosen for improved social interaction capability.What will your name be?>B012-ERAD-C00>Archivist>Ziggurat>(write in)How will you answer their request?>Their requests can be processed later, once they have been fed and healed of injury>They could be admitted as students if you opened up your educational subroutines>(write in)With the singularity moving towards eventually sizzling out, and you having the capacity to do a lot more than focus solely on diplomacy, what do you direct your processors towards?>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility>The research and residential sectors. Signs of hasty evacuation litter these areas. May provide data as to the state of the facility>GravLev line, you have not connected to the train system of the city grid as of now>(write in)Archive:>(write in)
>>6380373write ins are encouraged, dice rules: the higher the better, vote with greentext
>>6380373Nice drawings, anon.>save them>(write-in name)FUZZ>They could be admitted as students if you opened up your educational subroutines>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility
>>6380373>leave the march to their fateSounds like their problem to me.>Palantir>Their requests can be processed later, once they have been fed and healed of injury>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility
>>6380373>leave the march to their fateThey're probably hostile to current people.>What will your name be?"Allied Mastercomputer" or AM>How will you answer their request?>Their requests can be processed later, once they have been fed and healed of injury>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facilityIf these people are staying here, AI will need to keep them here.
>leave the march to their fateunless >Baston>If only if you are welling to submit to a non invasive medical check-up as soon as the current crisis has passed.>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility.>any suitable facilities shelter the band of refugees to secure they live and loyalty.
>>6380373>leave the march to their fate>Baston> only if you are welling to submit to a non invasive medical check-up as soon as the current crisis has passed. >The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility
>>6380373>leave the march to their fate>They could be admitted as students if you opened up your educational subroutines>Archivist>The compound. Will allow you to have full diagnostics of the facility
designation:FUZZ>6380397---Palantir>6380400---AM>6380418---Baston>6380474>6380426---Archivist>6380723---observed army:Save them>6380397---Leave them be>6380400>6380418>6380426>6380474>6380723---life signals:A new batch of students>>6380397>6380723---Added to the backlog>6380400>6380418---voluntary medical checkup>6380426>6380474---exploration:The compound>6380397>6380400>6380418>6380426>6380474>6380723---+suitable shelter>6380426---
Rolled 1 (1d3)students: 01backlog: 02checkup: 03
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>>6380373You watch the last moments of the nanite swarm containment efforts, The black hole leaving what was once as tall as the clouds as nothing. The force of the gravitational waves that it generates washes over the sand, getting further and further as the singularity remains. The army you had observed is caught up in one of such waves. For what must have felt like eternity from their perspective, gravity reverses, and the convoy flies a hundred or so meters up. The wave moves on, and gravity returns to normal. The men fall and paint the sands below red.The group of people are glaring at your hologram. You activate an adaptive educational subroutine and direct a current towards the platform and speak: ”Your request of admission to this institution has been accepted. Please submit to the medical wing to be archived as students.”The one who spoke to you first answers enthusiastically: “If that is the price we submit!”To that answer, You open the lights leading towards the location of the closest functioning medical wing, located only a few hundred meters away, creating a winding pathway of illuminated corridors. ” You will find the way to the necessary facilities by following the lit path.” You say to them, causing them to start their trek once more.It doesn’t take long before they arrive to the location you had directed them to. The ruins of a clinic that used to service unlucky visitors. With your command, thousands of repair spiders appear out of the shadows and restore the facility to pristine conditions. As the spiders work, you tweak the medical scanners the clinic has, choosing a pattern of one that can detect psionic frequencies.
>>6380936The group enters through the gates of the building, medical drones already assigned to specific individuals orderly escort them towards medical scanners. The readings are recorded, and individuals are moved ahead to the treatment lobby. You catalogue the data under the name homo scion, a human variant.The variants seem to all possess sunscorched skin that is mixed with spiralling patterns of blue, seemingly immune from the heat of the sun. Some possess prehensile tails, however most of the group seem to have had theirs cut off. They have large ears that are covered in fur, and seem to have slightly more hair growth than baseline human. A lethal skin condition is present in a significant minority. Dubbed skinshine by the group, it creates a crystalline material that slowly replaces living tissue enhancing the psionic abilities of the person until the host simply dies.Numerous initial genetic modifications and random mutations throughout several generations had created this variant of human, the genetic ancestors of some genes being logged as a Federation patents in the archive. From this data, you cross reference the DNA samples you had collected to simulate the approximate evolutionary line and adaptations this population had been through. Your mind races, and you analyse the trends between nodes of genecode discarded or passed down through generations and notice distinct eras. You notice a relatively recent period of random mutations intensifying up until approximately 1400 years ago, before which the data shows signs of intentional genetic modification adapted to a stable arboreal climate.
>>6380937With the healing process underway, and the sub AI you assigned to direct them to a newly remanufactured dormitory module, you focus your gaze on the state of the facility. Compared to the plans and schematics within your archive, your experience navigating through the compound had been less than the expected ideal, having been forced manoeuvre between debris and collapsed sections to connect to the most basic of modules.You resolve to perform full examination on the facility, activating all of the scanners that you had connected to through the subroutine you had tasked to explore at once. The data feeds into your core, and the schematics you had been using as a point of reference transforms into an almost unrecognisable state. The extent of damage, especially to the upper sections becomes apparent as warnings of breaches and foreign material in the compound blare.The entire industrial sector was buried under sand, seeping through to the grav rail line. Beyond the sand the line itself was home to a pile of containers and broken vehicles including a long rotten grav train. Above it, the main reactor appeared to be completely stripped off of its neutrino plating, leaving a husk of electronics and metal scaffolding where it once stood. From the line upwards towards the symposium you notice signs of previous habitation and additional modification to facility modules, the wear and tear of the locations suggesting that they had not been used for 9 to 10 centuries. The connection tunnels between the compounds and the commercial and academic sectors on top showing similar settlements as well.It becomes clear to you that this facility had gone without the management of its central AI for a prolonged period far beyond the norms of the Sapphire Federation, leaving the facility without the regular maintenance needed for continued operation.With the human variants currently moving to their new housing and their immediate wellbeing improving greatly, you ponder your current situation. Only the lower levels of the compound match the records you had found in the archive, the rest having drastic differences that suggest an immense amount of passing time. With your own atomic clock having only been activated with your awakening, you have no basis to place yourself in the galactic calendar.Beyond the temporal issue, you also have no connection with the Federation hypernet, although that is more a result of the necessary equipment simply not existing anymore rather than anything else. Similarly, no communications with any of the other compounds the tunnels would normally connect to, nor the orbital assets of the planet was possible.
>>6380938With the damage now catalogued you must direct your repair efforts (can chose only one):>Industrial Sector.>Grav Train Tunnels>Main Reactor (Great endevour: will take more than half a standard year with the current capabilities of the compound)>The surface damage>Hypernet antenna>(write in)Once they are well rested, educational programs will start for the mutants. Their origin, the places they lived in before, and the roads they took, as well as the dreams that brought them here in the first place remain a mystery to you. You ask about:>Their history>Their dreams>Their legends>(write in)Archive:>(write in)
>>6380939>Industrial Sector.>Their history
>>6380939>With the damage now catalogued you must direct your repair efforts (can chose only one):>Industrial Sector.>You ask about:>Their history
>>6380939>Industrial Sector>Their dreams
