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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.
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.
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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.]
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[[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.]]
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[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/
-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. ]