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Room 39 is specfically designed as a interrogation room though ive gone ahead and disabled most other functions aside from privacy and conversation recording I wouldn't worry about it"

"Alright."

Icarus follows Tesh, until they arrive at room 39. He has a tense posture, which he doesn't relax until he confirms using a Hall probe that there are no other electromagnetic fields besides his own and Tesh's. Presumably, it's a featureless white room?

"So, big bad insane girl wants everyone to get PTSD from her quote, unquote-"

He gets interrupted by Tesh.

Edited by StepexNo2 on Jun 23rd 2022 at 11:33:13 AM

its just a steel gray room with a single LED light and a clean white table

"Uh please hold a moment I need to actually activate the privacy features just uh grab onto the table while I activate it I don't want to accidently scatter your existence"

Edited by Immortalartisan on Jun 23rd 2022 at 2:26:33 AM

"Will do."

Icarus quickly produces some iron clamps, maybe just to show off, maybe for extra safety, attaches them to his arms, and grips the table with them, as hard as he can without leaving major marks on it.

I guess Netz interrupts Ica's exposition? It would be reasonable.

Edited by StepexNo2 on Jun 23rd 2022 at 11:31:04 AM

The room proceeds to melt away and is soon replaced by a wood Furbished lounge.

"there we have now been displaced into a sub reality entirely isolated we are now free to speak with out worry."

yes and also I'll remind you that netz is a different character.

Whoops, my bad

Icarus can't help but be amazed by the dissolving room. "Now that's something I haven't seen before!", he laughs, while packing up the clamps.

"Anyways, as I was saying - big bad insane girl wants everyone to get PTSD from her quote, unquote school project film. Naturally, I want her to stop ASAP, since she can share videos over TV Tropes. Which we both know, so far, so good."

Icarus pulls out the screen from his storage, plugs it into himself and displays an image of a Remnant of Despair, attacking him.

"Problem is, a, we don't know what form of existence she's in currently, and b, she's got a cabal of what I can only assume to be brainwashed people, supporting her and terrorizing the general population. I don't know who this one in particular is, but I had to take off and retreat shortly after they attacked me. Anyways - I believe they will try to sabotage any kind of containment slash destruction plan that either of us could have for... I believe her name is Junko? So I want to get them out of the way first - I was thinking, put them all on space stations orbiting Europa, just because of the nice view on Jupiter, give 'em food, water, and remote therapy. How does that sound?"

"Considering the self destructive nature of this cognitohazard my initial inclination is to simply isolate this reality from the larger multiverse and allow it to kill its own hosts. But mom would probably be upset at the allowance of organics to simply suffer and as such I have one suggestion. Are you aware of our early history?

"Nope, not at all. Something about a war with organic humans?"

Icarus stowed the screen back into storage. Internally, he opened another text file, closed it again and started up an audio recording program. He hesitated before starting the recording.

"Er, do you mind if I record this? Just the part about your history?"

"not at all though I wouldnt exactly call the luddic wars war against organic humans mom initially got involved after riots on fenris for reasons she still refuses to discuss anyhow following the bloody war against the luddic church and similar xenophobic and technophobic Zealots. The divine influences had decided they had seen enough and proceeded to attempt to psychically snuff out all sapient life. I will emphazise the attempt part as it didn't work many psykic enclaves had survived and artificial beings such as mom and me were unaffected eventually we found a method of turning their power against them."

"But thats just old history of a war only elder Archotechs and linked minds remember now truly but we could repeat their attempted psykic snuffing of higher brain functions on a reality wide scale but instead simply cause higher beings to be become docile this would enable the capture of any hostile acritical being trivial for you"

Edited by Immortalartisan on Jun 23rd 2022 at 3:16:32 AM

Icarus stopped the recording, and saved the file in a dump directory. He'd write a transcript or short registry entry on that later.

"That sounds a bit too extreme for me... I don't think the locals would appreciate having their minds affected. I totally have the resources to construct all of the necessary space stations for my plan, and I have, erm..."

He tried sending a query to the factory on Mars that he'd set up a while ago, but found that he couldn't send anything. Must be the safe room's isolation mechanisms.

"...can't check right now, but I should already have two or three space stations up, but not properly supplied yet. My plan was to try to isolate as many of Junko's affiliates as possible, isolate them using the help of the local law enforcement, put them on the space stations orbiting Europa, and give them therapy, and then after that I was thinking about swapping out every piece of hardware in their world with my own computers, which would come with safeguards to make sure there's no more mind control. Or Junko. And I was going to ask you if you could write a virus that could identify Junko's affiliates over computer webcams. They all have these swirly pink eyes, the identification part should be fairly easy. But I don't know anyone from my world who could program a virus subtle and contagious enough for that."

"I'll contact Ika about that after this meeting as compresser worms are primarily old world data extraction tools they don't do well with monitoring tasks so we'll need to create a modified version for such a task"

"Oh, alright! Well, that's it for me, do you have any more questions about this operation?"

Icarus pulled out his clamps from storage and edited a text file:

Uirst's homeworld: People 
Uirst: head honcho/first archotech idk 
Netz: organic cultural research??? 
Tesh: internal security overseer 
Ika: data management/binary computer hacking?

"No now could you please grip the table again before I return us to baseline reality?"

"On it."

He attached his clamps back to his arms and gripped the table.

the lounge proceeds to fade away and is slowly replaced with the plain steel room

"I bid you good day Icuras Ika has been briefed on the requirements of the program and I have other duties to attend to."

The metal skeleton falls limp back into the chair and the blue lights blink out.

Edited by Immortalartisan on Jun 23rd 2022 at 4:05:04 AM

"Thanks for the brief- oh, alright, bye." Do they not have robot hangars here? Whatever, Icarus had work to do. And so he quickly flew back to the hub, called in a dropship, and let it catch him mid-flight before travelling back to his homeworld.

Icarus has been stumbling around Misty Lake for at least half an hour, using his infrared cameras to navigate. Nitori didn't want to come along with him, because she was too scared of the vampires. She was probably in her basement, fiddling with carbon fiber, if Icarus had to guess. Who knew what she might come up with.

Icarus rose up from his thoughts when he finally came across a garden with bush sculptures, leading up to a big mansion. That must be my destination, he thought, let's hope I'm not late. So he launched himself to the mansion's big, elaborate front doors, double-checked his bullet swarm, which was still floating somewhere above Misty Lake, and knocked three times.

Hope your headache will ease off soon!

Edited by StepexNo2 on Jul 4th 2022 at 9:54:19 PM

The loud knocking woke up the gatekeeper he had evidently not noticed.

"Huh- Hey, who goes there?" she demanded, standing ramrod straight despite having leaned against a tree a moment ago. "Sorry but we don't take solicitors".

Thanks. Oh and the only error you made is forgetting Meiling the gatekeeper :P.

Icarus was surprised he didn't spot the gatekeeper sooner. Hopefully it wasn't a technical issue.

"Oh, sorry. The name's Icarus, I'm here to challenge Flandre Scarlet to a spellcard duel, among other things. Do you mind?"

Now would be a good time to introduce his bullets. He called them in, and after a while, a cloud of small black spheres started moving towards the mansion. In front of it, the spheres arranged themselves into six 8*8*8 cubes, aligned with the path to the entrance, and floating ten meters above the ground.

Oops!

Edited by StepexNo2 on Jul 4th 2022 at 10:13:26 AM

Meiling looked dumbfounded for a moment.

"Err... Are you certain about that?" she asked, as if speaking to someone who just declared they were going to stick their head in the jaws of a starving lion.

Meanwhile inside

"So I kind of invited them already can they come in please?" Flan asked, bouncing with excitement.

   "No."    was Remilia's immediate reply. She was reclining on her throne, looking down at her sister.    "At least not for a duel, you know how you get sometimes."   

"Ah." Flan said, images of the SDM walls with gaping holes blasted in them springing to mind.

   "But it is a beautiful full moon outside tonight, so...    Remilia said. Flan beamed, then crushed her older sister in a tight hug before charging out the room like a nuclear missile.

"Are you certain about this, mistress?" asked Sakuya.

   "Eh, worst case scenario Flan breaks a machine.   

"Well, yeah, I'm pretty much expecting to get my ass kicked. Don't worry about me, in case this robot does get destroyed, I still have plenty of backup systems. And hey, part of the appeal of spell card duels are the fancy bullet patterns, aren't they? So yeah, that's what I'm here to see."

Now would be a good time to have that bullet prediction software ready. Maybe Icarus still had extra time to polish up his code?

https://youtu.be/RC7Pv6CaNTU

Before Meiling could get another word in, the mansion's doors swung open dramatically as Flandre flew outside.

"Hii! So this is what you look like in person!" she said, looking down at Ica from her spot in the air. Somehow she was flying despite her wings clearly not having any aerodynamic properties.

"Hi, Flandre. Ready for-"

>Incoming message

 Hey Ica beta, polished up the bullet prediction software for ya. You might want to consider that bullets don't necessarily move in straight lines. Don't get burned! - Icarus alpha

Attached to the message was a rather big executable labeled "bulletheat.aexe". Now's a good time to run that.

"-sorry, got a message just now. Anyways..."

Icarus rose into the air, seemingly without any thrusters to lift him, and flew backwards, until he was ten meters away from Flandre. His bullets moved out of formation, and started describing the Lorentz attractor with their motion behind him.

"...I'm ready to get destroyed, what about you?"

How do we rp this part?

Edited by StepexNo2 on Jul 4th 2022 at 10:57:34 AM

Destruction is my specialty! Flan grinned. Though first, how many spell cards do you want to use? We both need to agree on that.

Good question! I don't know. I guess we could agree on who wins first then work to that?

"I got, uhh..."

spellpatterns.txt: 
The Factory Must Grow - guess what lolol 
Dyson Sphere Assembly - light gets blocked by Dyson Sphere, might need rebalancing or ditching entirely 
Orbital Patterns - with only one static object at the center, all other objects are orbiting. Idea: three-body problem 
Conveyor Belt Spaghetti - randomly lay down conveyors then populate them with cargo 
Warp Drive - sick tube that sometimes gets filled with stars (bullets)

"...five spellcards, one of which might be a bit boring. How about three? How does that work, do we take turns showering each other with bullets until we run out of unique cards?"

Some bullets were starting to move out of the Lorentz attractor and arranged themselves into a cubic lattice.

We could leave it up to the random number god, maybe? Each attack gets a hit probability p between 0 and 1 and 3-5 chances to hit, depending on the length, and whoever gets hit less at the end wins the match? The way you'd calculate that is ask Google to generate a number between 1 and 1000, divide that by 1000, and if the resulting number is smaller than the probability, it counts as a hit.