First log-post evah!
Developing of a fun new character. Couldn't resist posting this log, because it's the first time I've really gotten into the character's head. Well, aside from previous just-trying-to-be-strange with Sosael and earlier, Twin. Considering I've only had him for maybe three nights...
Along in Charmwarp one night.
{Background context, Charlotte was blissing out from Sophia being modified somehow. I'm kinda focusing on Nik's interactions, so edited for focus. }
Nikolai wanders in, knotting a long yellow balloon into animal shapes.
Legion pause, and stand on their haunches, scenting the air, whiskers aquiver.
Nikolai twists the balloon into a small but geometrically accurate portrayal of Charlotte, and hands it to her.
{...}
Charlotte falls over to one side, a lunatic grin of pleasure on her muzzle from mind-candy milk and expert pleasuring touches.
Purple_Hase murmurs faintly, "As much as Sophia adores Ancilla and Purple, Sophia needs to return to Charlotte and upload new data to Charlotte's mind. See attached file."
Nikolai hangs a recording sphere in midair.
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Untitled.
Charlotte-Sophia...!
Nikolai pulls a datapad from his pocket and glances around, jotting things down with a stylus.
Mod somersaults in, perching on a toe as he comes to a stop.
Untitled chuckles a little at Charlotte's loopy expression, and waves hello to Mod.
Purple_Hase nods and smiles, planting another kiss on Charlotte, this time on the coon's cheek.
Nikolai does a double-take at Legion. "Woah, multirat! Hm! The Lizard King is surely dead, but the Rat King has too many heads."
Legion blink their eyes and sniff in Nikolai's direction. "We believe we have the ideal number of heads to be ourselves."
Mod takes a few hops over toward Legion, and peers.
Nikolai counts the heads. He keeps having to recount, seeing as they keep scrambling.
Legion eye the mustelid warily, still suspicious of his strange comments.
Legion hiss as one, "We didn't get a chance to ask you about the seperation, as you were busy dealing with Twin."
You say, "Hm?! Separation anxiety? "
Purple_Hase chuckles.
Untitled experimentally forms a new head on his shoulders, moving the original aside slightly to make room. He glances over at the new neighbor, which looks poor at best, somewhat clumsily formed and lacking eye-spheres and LEDs. Un shakes his original head disapprovingly and goes back to normal.
Purple_Hase giggles at Untitled. Pretty shiny!
Charlotte-Sophia lust kinda flops over and giggles. Sophia is not much help, the poor thing having been thoroughly, well, fucked, for the first time in its existance.
Mod, as a test, pokes at the mass of rats.
Nikolai points a claw at the Untitled. "Now THAT, sir lightbulb, is interesting. "
Legion hiss as one, "You commented on our re-integration. But we don't recall meeting you before that. HRK!"
Charlotte-Sophia's brain idles. "Iyeeeeeee!"
Legion writhe, poked, skittering away from the offending poker, to the ends of their tails.
Legion peer up at Mod.
Nikolai waves his datapad at Mod. "Data! Hm! Please gather data in the proper way! "
Purple_Hase laughs....
Untitled bows gratefully to Purple, then LEDblinks, turning to look at Nikolai. "Sir Lightbulb! I rather like that...and interesting? Hmm, your conversation with Legion just made me wonder what it would look like."
Untitled makes a face. "I think I'll stay as I am. The mismatched-pair look just doesn't work for me..."
You say, "One less shiny too, hm! "
Purple_Hase laughs.
Nikolai turns back to the rats. "Reintegration? Sirs and whatevers, you chaotic mess of melding rodentia, you've never been apart? "
You say, "Not that, hm, I've seen such a conglomerate bizarrity before! "
Nikolai taps away at his pad.
Mod gleees!
Legion cant a few heads at Nikolai, utterly confused. He doesn't seem to be making any more sense than before. "We would not be us if we seperated. It would be our end, even if re-joined."
Nikolai pulls out a series of rapidly unfolding metal telescoping leg structures, sets them in series around the ratmess. On the end of each leg-becoming tripod is a bulbous black pod.
Legion huddle a bit nervously, eyeing the contraptions. "Excuse us, but what...."
Nikolai prods at one rat as he continues erecting some apparatus. "So! Not-apart, would be dead. Hm! How do you account for reinstantiation? Backed up, hm?"
{Mod slips away}
Nikolai taps at a few of the odd metal tripods, now in a rough circle all around Legion.
Legion attempt to avoid Nikolai's proddings. "Reinstantiation? We've never reinsantiated. We're unsure what you're talking about -- now, or the first we met."
{Yes, the cryptic future-other-reality Nikolai dropped hints about Legion having broken up and reformed. I'm still decided if that first appearance was Nikolai being mad, or being manipulative, or being actually from the wrong 'Box. }
Nikolai grins widly, twiddling his whiskers with one claw, consulting his datapad and connecting it to one of the tripods. "Met? Well met, good sirs/madams/whatevers. No, we've never met before. Oh...but not two days ago, during the grand battle with the twisty-flutter'by. I saw you!"
{During this Jeremy has a conversation about gender and love.}
Legion blink back. "Errr, our memories do not collaborate ...." They trail off. "Please, what is that you're constructing?"
Nikolai runs around the circle of metal struts surrounding Legion. "Oh, hm! Nothing, just an experiment, no harm done, nope! "
Nikolai turns all of them on, the black tips beginning to glow dimly orange.
Nikolai rubs his hands together. "Now...this won't hurt a bit..."
Nikolai presses a button on his datapad. The blacktips on the circle all flash bright white at the same time, then vanish in puffs of smoke. *PAMF*
Legion hiss as one, "Experiment? Wait --"
Legion look for a way out of the circle.
Nikolai starts packing away the struts, folding them up and putting them into his pockets again.
Legion look around, whiskers atremble... it's over?
Nikolai pats the nearest rat on the head. "Nothing gained, nothing learned. Taking pretty pictures, I am! Well...not QUITE pictures, no, hm! A bit more, a bit less...to survive in this Mess..."
Legion grit their teeth and stand on their hindlegs to their full height, glaring at the weasel. "We insist that you explain yourself!"
{Jeremy finishes up and heads out.}
Jeremy says, "I think I'll go wander around some more though. I'm feeling too down to inflict it upon you folks."
Jeremy waves and departs.
You say, "Down for Down, hm? "
Jeremy touches the transit mirror and vanishes.
Untitled reaches out, looking like he's about to stop Jeremy, but then the moment is gone. "Poor dear. Something's always eating him, and little ever seems to make it better..." He sighs wispily.
You say, "Maybe he should start eating someone else, hm! "
Legion shake their heads, unable to make sense of anything.
Nikolai finishes up packing away his equipment, and addresses the rats. "Nothing for you to worry your many little heads about! Well! Hm! Okay. You would be glad to know you now possess at least one analog hastily-produced just-in-case backup copy!
Legion stare at the scientist. "A backup? You made one?"
Legion seem to be pondering this, a few washing their coats and others sitting quietly. "When you first met us, you addressed us by name. Twin was angered by your comments, and we were unable to speak to you about your meaning. If you know us, perhaps you can tell us -- if we are destroyed, what becomes of our former selves when a backup reinstantiates?"
{In the middle of this I kept having connection and lagging problems. Was only on Puzzlebox, and only on my side. Odd. It healed later. }
Nikolai shakes his head. "No, don't know! Meeting previous was not in my memory...which does not happen, I always am uploading.
Legion squint their eyes suspiciously. "Are you... plural?"
Nikolai leans over and peers at a few rat's beady eyes. "So, you tell me you've never had a backup run? What hazard, hm! What danger, you could be dissolved, maimed, even EATEN and never grace us with your curious multirat features again!"
Untitled considers Nikolai's warning, and remarks, "Anyone wanting to eat Legion would have to be very large or very patient."
Nikolai nods. "A nibble is a nibble is a nibble is...how long till 'nibble+nibble>ratthingmind?'" This last bit an equation written in the air with long virtualchalk. He continues to doodle other functions around the main equation, like 'drool/gnar^2+3widdle'
Untitled boggles, and observes, "You are very confusing, but fascinating!" Matter-of-factly, with just a dash of approval!
Nikolai comes to a conclusion in his calculations, circling it with a flourish. "Ah! Eat times gnaw over Pie Arr widdle squared is the subdivision exponent of tailcurl plus or minus two to the writhing power! "
{OOC} Untitled twirls hair. "Math is hard!"
Legion hiss as one, "But what you describe as a hazard is merely the creation if a new incarnation... what is the point of rebuilding a being that has evolved into something else?"
{OOC} Amanita says, "*snork*"
Legion just stare at Nikolai's formula spouting and sniff at the ethereal chalk scribblings.
Nikolai bows to the rats, sucking his calculations into his datapad behind him with one arm in a sweeping motion. "Hazard in ceasing to exist, when there is such choices!"
Legion hiss as one, "But nothing ceases to exist."
You say, "My point, you hit it on the head! Which makes it rather dull. But that's beside the point! Well, beside the blunted tip. Anyway! "
Nikolai taps Legion on the nose. "So now YOU won't cease to exist. "
Nikolai holds the datapad up to the nose of one of Legion's rats. He drags the corner of it to make the pad slightly bigger. On the screen is a digital composite rat-king.
Legion put a few paws on the corner of the datapad to steady themselves as they peer at the rendering. "At such a point as a backup would be needed, would we not be obsolete?"
Nikolai grins down at the rats. "Are you obsolete now?"
Legion hiss as one, "We have not yet been replaced."
Nikolai chuckles to himself. "Not a replacement as yet, then. You as you as you as you as....all of you, as now, as being. Are here." He taps the pad. "As such if you and you and...all of you together, somehow managed to go get eaten (baked or fried or just fallen into a vat of rubber or radioactive goo) then the system would go Fiat Rodentia! Allah hola Amen! And there you would be. You as you as herenow you now.
Nikolai tilts his head to one side, and suddenly starts sketching a plan in midair for a vat of radioactive goo.
{Random distracted associated is fun! }
Legion hiss as one, "But before you talked of seperation. If we were merely severed, we would cease to exist, but there would still be -- what are you drawing?"
You say, "Severence package, removing rats from rats till only rats remain. Hm! No. I meant to say, being separated would also cease-existy you. But then would be reformed, as you are herenow or any more recent copy. All the same, all the better for not-dying! See, hmm? "
Legion take a few deep breaths among them.
Nikolai patpats a rathead. "My problem, I'm doing this backwards in reverse. ARE you backed up? Would you LIKE to be? (too late! but at least I'm better for the asking!)
{This was about the time where Legion's player lagged out a bit, so that didn't go farther. Bit later... }
Untitled waves to Nikolai, Amanita and Legion, and naps right where he is!
Untitled has disconnected.
Nikolai nods at Untitled, wire-afro bobbing. "Ah, the dreams of light! Do they dream of shadow?"
You say, "Alas we'll never know! I wonder what it's like to be a photon? Hm! Experiment number...294,244. I'll have to list it. "
Charlotte-Sophia yaaaaawns.
Charlotte-Sophia says, "Excuse me!"
You say, "There's no excuse for you! "
Amanita chuckles. "Perhaps Charlotte could use a nap too?"
Nikolai hands Charlotte the balloon mockery of her that he made upon first entereting.
Charlotte-Sophia looks at the balloon. And blinks.
Charlotte-Sophia says, "It's head... is an infinity."
You say, "Hm! No, that's just the knot. "
You say, "Or the Not. Not knot. Knotted, know? "
Charlotte-Sophia looks sleepily at Nikolai. "You know, over in Top, they put punsters in the stocks if they catch them..."
Legion has disconnected.
You say, "Hope the market can tolerate rising and falling stocks, then! Bottom usually just deals in bonds. "
{Upon migrating to the Park.}
Nikolai taps something out onto his datapad, and uses a peice of white virtualchalk to doodle in midair.
Twin says, "Yes; it's always there. It's what I am; it's my nature."
Nikolai draws a large structure with diagrams surrouding it, and a caption 'vats of radiactive goo'
Twin looks askance at Nikolai's sketch. "I am *not* going to serve as a wase disposal for the Mess, if that's what you're planning, Dr. Nikolai."
Nikolai giggles. "Mess already Mess without more Mess, hm? No, this experiment nothing to do with you. Honest! Multirat thing gave me ideas, hm! Everybody needs superpowers.
Twin bows at Grace with a smile. "Hello, then, sister."
Twin says, "I'm glad to not be the only one who must deny (her) deepest urge."
Takashi has disconnected.
Nikolai shakes a quivering finger. "I DENY NOTHING!"
Nikolai jots an equation in the margins of the floatysketch. "Ah, hm! Power proportionate to goo...directly or inversely!" He taps the metal back of his head with a fingerclaw. "Tappity tap. Hm! Time travel through noggin-bumps. Must note. Experiment Number....344,200. Yes.
Twin UV-flicker-calls upon the Mess to Instantiate a wide, enveloping dress about (her) body, and dips a graceful curtsey to Grace. "I'm pleased to meet you, Grace. I hope only the best for you." (She) smiles lovingly.
Nikolai finds an entry in his datapad, perks an ear and whiskers up. "Oh! Miss singular singularity Clone, er, Twin. Per your question previous prior as of just the other day, hm!, I may or may not have researched time travel and/or deja vu and/or time travel on the number of no greater than or equal to three hundred and thirty seven times!
Nikolai frowns. "And it seems I experimented on memory loss even more than that. I don't remember!"
Twin looks worried at that.
{And later. More 'experiments' totally on the fly.}
Charlie waves about friendily :)
Nikolai pulls out a large sheet of white paper, folded in half.
Nikolai unfolds it in front of Charlie. Mirrored fractal inkblots writhe and deform in stark black and white. "What do you see?"
Charlie blinks a couple of times at the inkblots, "Um... dogs playing tennis?" He hrrrs at the hugging and hugs Saki in return!
Nikolai jots something down on his pad. "Hm! "
Nikolai points the paper at Twin. "What about you? What do you see?"
Twin says, "Ink on paper."
Charlie hmms, "Wait wait, can I change my answer? Is it a butterfly?"
Nikolai smirks at Twin. "Ah, hm! Not deep enough, but literal!"
Nikolai drops the paper in midair, it folds in half and back several times...and flies away.
Nikolai jots down more notes, muttering to himself. "Self-fulfilling test, hm! Projection of wishes, affecting instantiatory instantaneous instants of images, in stasis...'
Twin stretches. "I am deeper than wormholes, Doctor; allow me to be literal and shallow as I please."
Charlie hrrs softly, "Did I pass the test?"
Nikolai watches the paper flap slowly on by Charlie's ear. "Test passed you, hm!"
{And from then it just degenerated into weird ooc'ness. Mmm, fractal sex. Cantor orgasms!}
{Brief bits with Pringle.}
Pringle has arrived.
Pringle waves!
Pringle mews, "Hello folks!"
Charlie waves to Pringle!
Nikolai nods in the general direction of the cheetah.
Pringle mews, "Now I have to find someone who's good at making gadgets. Well, life support gadgets in particular!"
You say, "Gadgets, eh? "
Pringle mews, "Gadgets!"
Pringle mews, "You see, now that I have my business up and rinning, I can finally take time to start exploring this place."
Nikolai flips through his datapad. "Currently logging psuedopatents on around...3 million 'gadget's.
Pringle mews, "Haven't we talked about this once before Nikolai?"
Pringle wonders what a pseudopatent is..
Nikolai wiggles his eyebrows. "Have we? Hm? Hm! Exploring means knowledge gathering. "
Pringle mews, "Yes it does!"
Pringle mews, "I know I spoke with SOMEone before who said they might be able to design what I'm looking for.."
Pringle mews, "I think it was you."
Nikolai prods his display into life. "Psuedopatent--everyone's already thought of everything everywhere at some time or other. Best to do is pretend you thought of it first, and hope that in temporal loop or strange bizarrity of life that you actually did. "
Pringle mews, "Oh.."
Pringle looks dubious.
Pringle mews, "Fair enough!"
Nikolai hms, nods! "Also, excepting strangness of loops and temporality not that I've not had my share of traveling through time, as experience with Twin and Legion might have pointed out, hm! Anyhow! I don't believe I've met you, unless myself in some other referent and/or timeline has?
Pringle peers at Nikolai, scrutinizing him with intense scrut... "You're right! I don't know you at all!"
Miss Pringle just looked at you!
Pringle looks worriedly at the patch on Nikolai's pocket, but doesn't say anything.
You say, "Well! Good that's clear. Hm! In fact totally opaque, but besides the point. Which was dull, of course. Yet. So. You wish to survive, hm? "
Pringle mews, "Yes I do, thank you very much!"
You say, "What's the point? If I might be blunt. Er, and repeat myself. Needlessly. Hm! That is to say, do you trust not in backups, protectiveness to the extreme only goes so far, why not just die get it over with, then return all the better? "
Pringle mews, "Not at all! And no, I don't like the idea of backups at all."
Pringle mews, "I'd much rather try and keep this one body together as long as I can.. Think of it as a challenge. =^_^;="
Nikolai points a finger in the air. "A GRAND EXPERIMENT!"
Pringle mews, "As prosaic as you seem to be about death, I think i'll look elsewhere for my gadgets. I want a guarantee to stay alive!"
You say, "Well! Notwithstanding, nobody said anything I made would kill you. But no lifetime guarentee, I can guarentee that! "
Pringle mews, "Well, thanks for warning me at least.."
Nikolai muses, "I don't mind death, it's the Ceasing that bugs me..." He taps the metal back of his head absently.
Pringle nods worriedly.
You say, "So, hm. Continuous uplink to backup, resolves pesky corrupt-image system. I die right herenow, hm! Would come back and finish conversation with some slight temporal muckity-muck to keep continuity. Hm! "
Pringle mews, "Good for you! *I* still think it's creepy though. =^_^;="
Nikolai snf. "I believe, yes, people might be less, hm, uptight about things. Honest! Who wants to live in fear of not living? How...feary...ish...ing.
Nikolai tilts his head. "On the other hand, is my left fingers. No. Hm, on the opposite side, well, there are those who live in fear of not dying. Scary Twisty-fly.
{...}
After that it went back to OOCness, pretty much. The very last part above I'm curious about. I seem to have made a character with his own attitudes about things. And probably his own faction, since it sounded like he was trying to recruit!
So I guess I'm trying to figure out, is there a faction that matches? Or should I be making up my own? One that constantly uploads memories and experiences, and dies quite a lot, only to come back really really quickly. Hmmmm. :-}
Along in Charmwarp one night.
{Background context, Charlotte was blissing out from Sophia being modified somehow. I'm kinda focusing on Nik's interactions, so edited for focus. }
Nikolai wanders in, knotting a long yellow balloon into animal shapes.
Legion pause, and stand on their haunches, scenting the air, whiskers aquiver.
Nikolai twists the balloon into a small but geometrically accurate portrayal of Charlotte, and hands it to her.
{...}
Charlotte falls over to one side, a lunatic grin of pleasure on her muzzle from mind-candy milk and expert pleasuring touches.
Purple_Hase murmurs faintly, "As much as Sophia adores Ancilla and Purple, Sophia needs to return to Charlotte and upload new data to Charlotte's mind. See attached file."
Nikolai hangs a recording sphere in midair.
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Untitled.
Charlotte-Sophia...!
Nikolai pulls a datapad from his pocket and glances around, jotting things down with a stylus.
Mod somersaults in, perching on a toe as he comes to a stop.
Untitled chuckles a little at Charlotte's loopy expression, and waves hello to Mod.
Purple_Hase nods and smiles, planting another kiss on Charlotte, this time on the coon's cheek.
Nikolai does a double-take at Legion. "Woah, multirat! Hm! The Lizard King is surely dead, but the Rat King has too many heads."
Legion blink their eyes and sniff in Nikolai's direction. "We believe we have the ideal number of heads to be ourselves."
Mod takes a few hops over toward Legion, and peers.
Nikolai counts the heads. He keeps having to recount, seeing as they keep scrambling.
Legion eye the mustelid warily, still suspicious of his strange comments.
Legion hiss as one, "We didn't get a chance to ask you about the seperation, as you were busy dealing with Twin."
You say, "Hm?! Separation anxiety? "
Purple_Hase chuckles.
Untitled experimentally forms a new head on his shoulders, moving the original aside slightly to make room. He glances over at the new neighbor, which looks poor at best, somewhat clumsily formed and lacking eye-spheres and LEDs. Un shakes his original head disapprovingly and goes back to normal.
Purple_Hase giggles at Untitled. Pretty shiny!
Charlotte-Sophia lust kinda flops over and giggles. Sophia is not much help, the poor thing having been thoroughly, well, fucked, for the first time in its existance.
Mod, as a test, pokes at the mass of rats.
Nikolai points a claw at the Untitled. "Now THAT, sir lightbulb, is interesting. "
Legion hiss as one, "You commented on our re-integration. But we don't recall meeting you before that. HRK!"
Charlotte-Sophia's brain idles. "Iyeeeeeee!"
Legion writhe, poked, skittering away from the offending poker, to the ends of their tails.
Legion peer up at Mod.
Nikolai waves his datapad at Mod. "Data! Hm! Please gather data in the proper way! "
Purple_Hase laughs....
Untitled bows gratefully to Purple, then LEDblinks, turning to look at Nikolai. "Sir Lightbulb! I rather like that...and interesting? Hmm, your conversation with Legion just made me wonder what it would look like."
Untitled makes a face. "I think I'll stay as I am. The mismatched-pair look just doesn't work for me..."
You say, "One less shiny too, hm! "
Purple_Hase laughs.
Nikolai turns back to the rats. "Reintegration? Sirs and whatevers, you chaotic mess of melding rodentia, you've never been apart? "
You say, "Not that, hm, I've seen such a conglomerate bizarrity before! "
Nikolai taps away at his pad.
Mod gleees!
Legion cant a few heads at Nikolai, utterly confused. He doesn't seem to be making any more sense than before. "We would not be us if we seperated. It would be our end, even if re-joined."
Nikolai pulls out a series of rapidly unfolding metal telescoping leg structures, sets them in series around the ratmess. On the end of each leg-becoming tripod is a bulbous black pod.
Legion huddle a bit nervously, eyeing the contraptions. "Excuse us, but what...."
Nikolai prods at one rat as he continues erecting some apparatus. "So! Not-apart, would be dead. Hm! How do you account for reinstantiation? Backed up, hm?"
{Mod slips away}
Nikolai taps at a few of the odd metal tripods, now in a rough circle all around Legion.
Legion attempt to avoid Nikolai's proddings. "Reinstantiation? We've never reinsantiated. We're unsure what you're talking about -- now, or the first we met."
{Yes, the cryptic future-other-reality Nikolai dropped hints about Legion having broken up and reformed. I'm still decided if that first appearance was Nikolai being mad, or being manipulative, or being actually from the wrong 'Box. }
Nikolai grins widly, twiddling his whiskers with one claw, consulting his datapad and connecting it to one of the tripods. "Met? Well met, good sirs/madams/whatevers. No, we've never met before. Oh...but not two days ago, during the grand battle with the twisty-flutter'by. I saw you!"
{During this Jeremy has a conversation about gender and love.}
Legion blink back. "Errr, our memories do not collaborate ...." They trail off. "Please, what is that you're constructing?"
Nikolai runs around the circle of metal struts surrounding Legion. "Oh, hm! Nothing, just an experiment, no harm done, nope! "
Nikolai turns all of them on, the black tips beginning to glow dimly orange.
Nikolai rubs his hands together. "Now...this won't hurt a bit..."
Nikolai presses a button on his datapad. The blacktips on the circle all flash bright white at the same time, then vanish in puffs of smoke. *PAMF*
Legion hiss as one, "Experiment? Wait --"
Legion look for a way out of the circle.
Nikolai starts packing away the struts, folding them up and putting them into his pockets again.
Legion look around, whiskers atremble... it's over?
Nikolai pats the nearest rat on the head. "Nothing gained, nothing learned. Taking pretty pictures, I am! Well...not QUITE pictures, no, hm! A bit more, a bit less...to survive in this Mess..."
Legion grit their teeth and stand on their hindlegs to their full height, glaring at the weasel. "We insist that you explain yourself!"
{Jeremy finishes up and heads out.}
Jeremy says, "I think I'll go wander around some more though. I'm feeling too down to inflict it upon you folks."
Jeremy waves and departs.
You say, "Down for Down, hm? "
Jeremy touches the transit mirror and vanishes.
Untitled reaches out, looking like he's about to stop Jeremy, but then the moment is gone. "Poor dear. Something's always eating him, and little ever seems to make it better..." He sighs wispily.
You say, "Maybe he should start eating someone else, hm! "
Legion shake their heads, unable to make sense of anything.
Nikolai finishes up packing away his equipment, and addresses the rats. "Nothing for you to worry your many little heads about! Well! Hm! Okay. You would be glad to know you now possess at least one analog hastily-produced just-in-case backup copy!
Legion stare at the scientist. "A backup? You made one?"
Legion seem to be pondering this, a few washing their coats and others sitting quietly. "When you first met us, you addressed us by name. Twin was angered by your comments, and we were unable to speak to you about your meaning. If you know us, perhaps you can tell us -- if we are destroyed, what becomes of our former selves when a backup reinstantiates?"
{In the middle of this I kept having connection and lagging problems. Was only on Puzzlebox, and only on my side. Odd. It healed later. }
Nikolai shakes his head. "No, don't know! Meeting previous was not in my memory...which does not happen, I always am uploading.
Legion squint their eyes suspiciously. "Are you... plural?"
Nikolai leans over and peers at a few rat's beady eyes. "So, you tell me you've never had a backup run? What hazard, hm! What danger, you could be dissolved, maimed, even EATEN and never grace us with your curious multirat features again!"
Untitled considers Nikolai's warning, and remarks, "Anyone wanting to eat Legion would have to be very large or very patient."
Nikolai nods. "A nibble is a nibble is a nibble is...how long till 'nibble+nibble>ratthingmind?'" This last bit an equation written in the air with long virtualchalk. He continues to doodle other functions around the main equation, like 'drool/gnar^2+3widdle'
Untitled boggles, and observes, "You are very confusing, but fascinating!" Matter-of-factly, with just a dash of approval!
Nikolai comes to a conclusion in his calculations, circling it with a flourish. "Ah! Eat times gnaw over Pie Arr widdle squared is the subdivision exponent of tailcurl plus or minus two to the writhing power! "
{OOC} Untitled twirls hair. "Math is hard!"
Legion hiss as one, "But what you describe as a hazard is merely the creation if a new incarnation... what is the point of rebuilding a being that has evolved into something else?"
{OOC} Amanita says, "*snork*"
Legion just stare at Nikolai's formula spouting and sniff at the ethereal chalk scribblings.
Nikolai bows to the rats, sucking his calculations into his datapad behind him with one arm in a sweeping motion. "Hazard in ceasing to exist, when there is such choices!"
Legion hiss as one, "But nothing ceases to exist."
You say, "My point, you hit it on the head! Which makes it rather dull. But that's beside the point! Well, beside the blunted tip. Anyway! "
Nikolai taps Legion on the nose. "So now YOU won't cease to exist. "
Nikolai holds the datapad up to the nose of one of Legion's rats. He drags the corner of it to make the pad slightly bigger. On the screen is a digital composite rat-king.
Legion put a few paws on the corner of the datapad to steady themselves as they peer at the rendering. "At such a point as a backup would be needed, would we not be obsolete?"
Nikolai grins down at the rats. "Are you obsolete now?"
Legion hiss as one, "We have not yet been replaced."
Nikolai chuckles to himself. "Not a replacement as yet, then. You as you as you as you as....all of you, as now, as being. Are here." He taps the pad. "As such if you and you and...all of you together, somehow managed to go get eaten (baked or fried or just fallen into a vat of rubber or radioactive goo) then the system would go Fiat Rodentia! Allah hola Amen! And there you would be. You as you as herenow you now.
Nikolai tilts his head to one side, and suddenly starts sketching a plan in midair for a vat of radioactive goo.
{Random distracted associated is fun! }
Legion hiss as one, "But before you talked of seperation. If we were merely severed, we would cease to exist, but there would still be -- what are you drawing?"
You say, "Severence package, removing rats from rats till only rats remain. Hm! No. I meant to say, being separated would also cease-existy you. But then would be reformed, as you are herenow or any more recent copy. All the same, all the better for not-dying! See, hmm? "
Legion take a few deep breaths among them.
Nikolai patpats a rathead. "My problem, I'm doing this backwards in reverse. ARE you backed up? Would you LIKE to be? (too late! but at least I'm better for the asking!)
{This was about the time where Legion's player lagged out a bit, so that didn't go farther. Bit later... }
Untitled waves to Nikolai, Amanita and Legion, and naps right where he is!
Untitled has disconnected.
Nikolai nods at Untitled, wire-afro bobbing. "Ah, the dreams of light! Do they dream of shadow?"
You say, "Alas we'll never know! I wonder what it's like to be a photon? Hm! Experiment number...294,244. I'll have to list it. "
Charlotte-Sophia yaaaaawns.
Charlotte-Sophia says, "Excuse me!"
You say, "There's no excuse for you! "
Amanita chuckles. "Perhaps Charlotte could use a nap too?"
Nikolai hands Charlotte the balloon mockery of her that he made upon first entereting.
Charlotte-Sophia looks at the balloon. And blinks.
Charlotte-Sophia says, "It's head... is an infinity."
You say, "Hm! No, that's just the knot. "
You say, "Or the Not. Not knot. Knotted, know? "
Charlotte-Sophia looks sleepily at Nikolai. "You know, over in Top, they put punsters in the stocks if they catch them..."
Legion has disconnected.
You say, "Hope the market can tolerate rising and falling stocks, then! Bottom usually just deals in bonds. "
{Upon migrating to the Park.}
Nikolai taps something out onto his datapad, and uses a peice of white virtualchalk to doodle in midair.
Twin says, "Yes; it's always there. It's what I am; it's my nature."
Nikolai draws a large structure with diagrams surrouding it, and a caption 'vats of radiactive goo'
Twin looks askance at Nikolai's sketch. "I am *not* going to serve as a wase disposal for the Mess, if that's what you're planning, Dr. Nikolai."
Nikolai giggles. "Mess already Mess without more Mess, hm? No, this experiment nothing to do with you. Honest! Multirat thing gave me ideas, hm! Everybody needs superpowers.
Twin bows at Grace with a smile. "Hello, then, sister."
Twin says, "I'm glad to not be the only one who must deny (her) deepest urge."
Takashi has disconnected.
Nikolai shakes a quivering finger. "I DENY NOTHING!"
Nikolai jots an equation in the margins of the floatysketch. "Ah, hm! Power proportionate to goo...directly or inversely!" He taps the metal back of his head with a fingerclaw. "Tappity tap. Hm! Time travel through noggin-bumps. Must note. Experiment Number....344,200. Yes.
Twin UV-flicker-calls upon the Mess to Instantiate a wide, enveloping dress about (her) body, and dips a graceful curtsey to Grace. "I'm pleased to meet you, Grace. I hope only the best for you." (She) smiles lovingly.
Nikolai finds an entry in his datapad, perks an ear and whiskers up. "Oh! Miss singular singularity Clone, er, Twin. Per your question previous prior as of just the other day, hm!, I may or may not have researched time travel and/or deja vu and/or time travel on the number of no greater than or equal to three hundred and thirty seven times!
Nikolai frowns. "And it seems I experimented on memory loss even more than that. I don't remember!"
Twin looks worried at that.
{And later. More 'experiments' totally on the fly.}
Charlie waves about friendily :)
Nikolai pulls out a large sheet of white paper, folded in half.
Nikolai unfolds it in front of Charlie. Mirrored fractal inkblots writhe and deform in stark black and white. "What do you see?"
Charlie blinks a couple of times at the inkblots, "Um... dogs playing tennis?" He hrrrs at the hugging and hugs Saki in return!
Nikolai jots something down on his pad. "Hm! "
Nikolai points the paper at Twin. "What about you? What do you see?"
Twin says, "Ink on paper."
Charlie hmms, "Wait wait, can I change my answer? Is it a butterfly?"
Nikolai smirks at Twin. "Ah, hm! Not deep enough, but literal!"
Nikolai drops the paper in midair, it folds in half and back several times...and flies away.
Nikolai jots down more notes, muttering to himself. "Self-fulfilling test, hm! Projection of wishes, affecting instantiatory instantaneous instants of images, in stasis...'
Twin stretches. "I am deeper than wormholes, Doctor; allow me to be literal and shallow as I please."
Charlie hrrs softly, "Did I pass the test?"
Nikolai watches the paper flap slowly on by Charlie's ear. "Test passed you, hm!"
{And from then it just degenerated into weird ooc'ness. Mmm, fractal sex. Cantor orgasms!}
{Brief bits with Pringle.}
Pringle has arrived.
Pringle waves!
Pringle mews, "Hello folks!"
Charlie waves to Pringle!
Nikolai nods in the general direction of the cheetah.
Pringle mews, "Now I have to find someone who's good at making gadgets. Well, life support gadgets in particular!"
You say, "Gadgets, eh? "
Pringle mews, "Gadgets!"
Pringle mews, "You see, now that I have my business up and rinning, I can finally take time to start exploring this place."
Nikolai flips through his datapad. "Currently logging psuedopatents on around...3 million 'gadget's.
Pringle mews, "Haven't we talked about this once before Nikolai?"
Pringle wonders what a pseudopatent is..
Nikolai wiggles his eyebrows. "Have we? Hm? Hm! Exploring means knowledge gathering. "
Pringle mews, "Yes it does!"
Pringle mews, "I know I spoke with SOMEone before who said they might be able to design what I'm looking for.."
Pringle mews, "I think it was you."
Nikolai prods his display into life. "Psuedopatent--everyone's already thought of everything everywhere at some time or other. Best to do is pretend you thought of it first, and hope that in temporal loop or strange bizarrity of life that you actually did. "
Pringle mews, "Oh.."
Pringle looks dubious.
Pringle mews, "Fair enough!"
Nikolai hms, nods! "Also, excepting strangness of loops and temporality not that I've not had my share of traveling through time, as experience with Twin and Legion might have pointed out, hm! Anyhow! I don't believe I've met you, unless myself in some other referent and/or timeline has?
Pringle peers at Nikolai, scrutinizing him with intense scrut... "You're right! I don't know you at all!"
Miss Pringle just looked at you!
Pringle looks worriedly at the patch on Nikolai's pocket, but doesn't say anything.
You say, "Well! Good that's clear. Hm! In fact totally opaque, but besides the point. Which was dull, of course. Yet. So. You wish to survive, hm? "
Pringle mews, "Yes I do, thank you very much!"
You say, "What's the point? If I might be blunt. Er, and repeat myself. Needlessly. Hm! That is to say, do you trust not in backups, protectiveness to the extreme only goes so far, why not just die get it over with, then return all the better? "
Pringle mews, "Not at all! And no, I don't like the idea of backups at all."
Pringle mews, "I'd much rather try and keep this one body together as long as I can.. Think of it as a challenge. =^_^;="
Nikolai points a finger in the air. "A GRAND EXPERIMENT!"
Pringle mews, "As prosaic as you seem to be about death, I think i'll look elsewhere for my gadgets. I want a guarantee to stay alive!"
You say, "Well! Notwithstanding, nobody said anything I made would kill you. But no lifetime guarentee, I can guarentee that! "
Pringle mews, "Well, thanks for warning me at least.."
Nikolai muses, "I don't mind death, it's the Ceasing that bugs me..." He taps the metal back of his head absently.
Pringle nods worriedly.
You say, "So, hm. Continuous uplink to backup, resolves pesky corrupt-image system. I die right herenow, hm! Would come back and finish conversation with some slight temporal muckity-muck to keep continuity. Hm! "
Pringle mews, "Good for you! *I* still think it's creepy though. =^_^;="
Nikolai snf. "I believe, yes, people might be less, hm, uptight about things. Honest! Who wants to live in fear of not living? How...feary...ish...ing.
Nikolai tilts his head. "On the other hand, is my left fingers. No. Hm, on the opposite side, well, there are those who live in fear of not dying. Scary Twisty-fly.
{...}
After that it went back to OOCness, pretty much. The very last part above I'm curious about. I seem to have made a character with his own attitudes about things. And probably his own faction, since it sounded like he was trying to recruit!
So I guess I'm trying to figure out, is there a faction that matches? Or should I be making up my own? One that constantly uploads memories and experiences, and dies quite a lot, only to come back really really quickly. Hmmmm. :-}