daisy023 | REPORT 002 :: ROLL CALL // VIDEO

Entry tags:

REPORT 002 :: ROLL CALL // VIDEO

[There is a blond, 6ft 9in tall woman in a white suit, serving as her temporary alternative to what should have been the UNSC's Navy Service Uniform. She looks at the book, then gathers her breath to begin to talk.]

This is Sierra Twenty-Three, transmitting on an open channel. Any and all UNSC Forces in the area, respond.

[A pause, then an annoyed sigh. She was too used to her world, but she had to try, anyway.]

For everyone to whom I have not presented myself to, I am Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023, United Nations Space Command, Office of Naval Intelligence Section Three, Naval Special Warfare.

I want to thank those that got me up to speed and assisted me during my introduction into this world. My world never had experience with spectral powers, so my hesitance to believe was... hindering.

[How can she explain the way she was without giving away too much?]

As my title and rank mentions, I belong to the armed forces of my world, so my return to a vaguely civilian life was unsettling in several ways, but I will do my best to adapt, and aid all whom I can.

Sierra Twenty-Three, out.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[The Chief Petty Officer is trying to learn to get used to these glomps, though she doesn't cease to see them as unspartan-like. She tries to suppress the jolt of instincts. Watching her levitate is still taking her time getting used to, though.]

It would've been rude to leave you waiting. [She nods.] May I come in, ma'am?

Of course. [[Val leads the way in.]]

But we won't be practicing inside. You can see my house though, since, I'm sure you'll be visiting often. As guest and friend.

Yes, ma'am. [It still baffles her how quickly was she accepted in here. She comes in, following Valvalis' lead, surpressing the urge to look around, noticing it was way more adorned than the apartment she established as her military quarters.] Besides, you wanted to see the things of my world.

Ahh, that's right. I did want to see what it was you were talking about.

So, let's see~

[SPARTAN-023 unholsters the pistol from its fund, pointing its tip away from the two women, and removes the magazine and the bullet from the chamber.]

This is a handgun. [She talks, remembering the instructions her trainers gave when teaching them about these weapons.] It's for personal defense, capable to be bought by civilians, but issued for officers in addition to the standard-issue weapons. Short range and power, but it does the job.

[[Val looks it over but its like Greek to her. Maybe if she compares it to something.]] And... it fires those little pieces of metal? I've seen something like that back home... but larger. And it fired magical energy.

[So gunpowder-based weapons are not as uncommon in the multiverse. The Chief nods, smiling. Valvalis was understanding.]

They are related. I don't know about that weapon, but all firearms in my world use a special powder called "gunpowder". Which is a potent mix that rapidly combusts, and is used as a propellant for the rounds within.

[She dismantles the weapon carefully.]

While the gun's mechanism has changed through at least one thousand years... the theory has not.

[Which is tossing hard tiny things with an explosive mix at somebody's face.]

I'm not sure if anything like that exists, but my father would know. At least he has been around far longer than myself. Hmmm... I only recently turned 4? Technically.

[[She watches her student take the gun apart so easily and quickly.]] You... took it apart so quickly Daisy!

Part of my training. [SPARTAN-023 shows her the part of the gun where the bullet goes through once fired. She cleans the black marks off it.] It has to be cleaned by its' pieces every once in a while. Clean its' mechanisms. Forget to do it, and its' dangerous.

[It's a damned thing that fires half-an-inch lead pellets slightly over the speed of sound through a metal tube with explosions triggered at will, and enough momentum to throw smaller men off their feet when unprepared. Spartans treated their equipment well, but moreso for firearms.]

You... turned four? [But Valvalis had told her she had been made rather than born. Could it apply for sentience, too? Either way, it could explain why did she have a human shape, if she had been created such a short while ago.]

I see. Just like a sword. If not cared for, it'll get dull and you simply can't do anything with it in the middle of a fight.

[[Val recedes her gaze at the small firearm, standing upright again.]]

Well, four years since the day I was created. Or thereabouts. I was only given a birthday once I arrived here. My father picked a rather appropriate day. It passed some time ago actually. I suppose it may seem strange for a creation to celebrate a birthday.

So, what else did you bring along?

Swords don't explode.

[Thaaat's the most important detail. Though she doesn't think she wants to know if it happens in other universes. She reassembles the weapon.]

I think not. Some AI's in my world, [She thinks of a word that could be familiar.] constructs, like to celebrate their birthdays.

[Now the thought of Valvalis having been created four years ago makes sense. If people in her world could make unbelievably intelligent and sentient artificial intelligences and clone other beings in a short time, then worlds with magic could do the same... Perhaps better. But with the lifespan of Smart AI and flashclones, Daisy worries for a moment that Valvalis' lifespan could be as short.

Then, she is happy to change the subject. She brings out a small, strange artifact with colored wires, metal, and a blue screen.]

This is a computer. Something I picked from my armor while checking it out. It's a machine. [She quickly thinks of the strangest comparison.]. Like the journal. It's used to calculate formulas, writing, talking through stars of distance, going through these distances, and even creating games. My world uses it for almost everything. It's one of the foundations of humanity.

Of course they don't dear, but they're still useless if left to dull.

[[Val's life was rather short... as was her second and third chances at it. Her fourth though, now outside the cycle of "follow orders to destroy the world", she can live freely and peacefully.

Val peeks over at the computer in her hands, eyeing it.]] Oh, I've seen things like that. Not so tiny though! But, I don't know if having large computers like that means it's more or less advanced. [[She looks a bit thoughtful]] I suppose it doesn't matter... it's destroyed now, anyway.

But... what's this about games on there? What sort of games? [[Vidja gaims? Whuts dis?]]

True. [Not that she would let even a knife be dulled. They're obsessive in these matters.

Daisy looks at Valvalis with curiosity. She had seen them before, but what caused that previous machine's destruction?]

Not... necessarily. The first computers had the size of your house for things a calculator could do. In my world, some Intelligences can be hosted on a machine this size. [Prototypes, of course, but it shows the level of progress on AI development.

Man. She hasn't played videogames in years.]

Interactive entertainment. They're programmed for stories, fun, competence. They can either tell stories you can play with, or games for challenge and amusement. One of the first games ever made on computers was a sim of a game of tennis.

[This thing could play very basic games, but the MJOLNIR BIOS is meant to operate to synchronize with the wearer's movements, scripts developed by the Spartan at will, and military functions.]

The size of a house? Ahh... then ours must have been quite old. It was a giant that looked like a humanoid. Larger than the castles I'd seen.

[[Val doesn't seem to be getting it really. Clash of cultures... on top of the lack of exposure.]]

Do you have any on there... I'm... [[She pauses and thinks for a bit...]] Games that tell stories hmm? How does that work? [[Geez, going on such a tangent now.]]

Like I said, not necessarily. The more complicated an action is, the more hardware you'll need for it, no matter the age. Most of the AI's in my world manage entire cities, or warships.

[Still, Daisy won't admit it, but she's finding the explanations kind of fun.]

A game here can tell a story, and give a degree of freedom to the user in some choices. Sometimes it's just the action, sometimes decisions that change the story.

[SPARTAN-023 presses a few buttons on the console, changing from various screens graphically detailing her armor, munitions, and her health, until they reach a list:]

/Open File/ >JOSHUA'S LIST /Start File/ -CHESS -PONG -SOLITAIRE -POKER -FREELANCER -MINEFIELD -CHECKERS -MARATHON

...Things a friend of mine found and made himself. [Joshua was one of their best in hacking and programming, and it showed. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

REPORT 002 :: ROLL CALL // VIDEO

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject