《A Brief Look》 A brief look at a memo pertaining to human employment Measurements converted to local approximations. Since humans have been discovered and the vaccines for the more common diseases modified for their biology we''re going to start seeing humans on ships and stations. Here''s a few brief things to keep in mind if you are thinking about hiring a human/have a human passenger/work with a human. Food: Humans are quite possibly the most omnivorous known sapient species. Some small portion of their food may not be toxic to your species. The food which you can eat, don''t steal it from them. They tend to get annoyed. As for caffeine, something similar in structure to a commonly used poison, the humans can and do consume an absolutely absurd amount of it. They don''t even need it as a stimulant, not any more, rather it''s a cultural thing. Sleep: Humans ideally spend 1/6th a cycle resting. What they actually do is spend 1/8th resting. It apparently used to be much higher but advancements in cybernetic and genetic augmentation let them reduce their needed sleep. Don''t wake a sleeping human unless there''s an emergency such as the ship is about to crash or be boarded by pirates. If you do have to wake a human, do so from at least twice the length of their arms away. Ensure caffeine, typically in the form of coffee, is readily available. Augmentation: Pretty much every human has some level of genetic, cybernetic, and nanobot augmentation. An unaugmented human is a bit scary in a direct fight; most humans can punch through meters of graphene reinforced titanium-gold alloys. No, we have no idea how their nervous system is able to handle the augments. Durability: Between their augments and natural sturdiness, they will often take damage to their dermal layer and not even notice it. Slight bleeding or localized discoloration of the skin after an impact is not a reason to rush them to medical despite their protests. Yes, we realize that either of those things would be, and is, reason to do so for anyone else. These beings in question can lose limbs, somehow not die of shock, get a replacement, and be back up on their feet in hours. Try not to be too disturbed. Pets: While humans are not the first species to have pets, it is rare. A pet is an animal kept solely for companionship. At one point a Xrlnk''t mistook an animal in a human''s quarters for food meant to be eaten live. Firstly, refer back to humans getting annoyed when their food is stolen. Secondly, when the human in question found out that their pet had been eaten, the law enforcement for the sector ended up traumatized. So long as you do not harm them, most human pets enjoy being stroke, however many are also unaware of their strength and may unintentionally injure beings. Humans also have a tendency to walk up to massive predators such as the Infernus Cattus, and somehow make them pets. You get used to it eventually. Attacking a human: Don''t. If for some Omnissiah forsaken reason you have to, go get friends and lots of anti-tank guns. That or other humans. Preferably both. In general, however, it''s a bad idea. Boredom: Many species experience boredom. Humans experience it faster. They are known for their tendency to tinker with things when bored. Do not let them get bored, especially not a human engineer. While a bored human engineer sometimes leads to beneficial new discoveries, they are often not worth the damage to planets/star systems/causality/sanity. Sports: If it''s a physical sport, don''t take part in it. You will die.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Death: Humans typically come back to life so long as their brain hasn''t been destroyed. Instead of preparing whatever funeral rituals your species/society/ship may have, instead provide the human corpse with a power source, metals, and biomass to speed up their recovery. They may be a bit disoriented and not have memories of events within about .87 minutes of their death, but other than that will be fine. If the human hasn''t revived after thirty minutes seek out a medical professional to see if they actually are dead or if something has gone wrong with their revival system and are only half-dead. Cybersecurity: According to the humans our cybersecurity is absolutely atrocious. After a human accidentally takes over every system in your ship/station/planet as a reflexive action a few times, you learn to stop trying to prevent it and instead try to minimize how much they can change without conscious input. Clothes: Humans evolved without exoskeletons or any other form of natural armor, and as such used clothes to protect themselves from the environment early on. Clothing remains an important part of human society. Don''t demand of a human that they take off their clothes. You will be paying for the sexual harassment lawsuits, not us. Lawyers: If you see a human lawyer, run. If a human lawyer sees you, run faster. If a human lawyer is against you in a court case, give up before your sentence gets worse. If you see a human running away from something, it''s probably a lawyer that they''re running away from. Try to keep up. If caught by a human lawyer, attempt to do as little action as possible. If you don''t provide them any stimulus they''ll typically entertain themselves by filing petabytes of lawsuits on your behalf regarding particulates in the air instead of something worse. No sudden movements. Notable personality/physiological differences by associated homeland: Canadians don''t feel cold, Russians don''t feel fear, and Americans are always more heavily armed than the others. Anthropomorphization: We didn''t have a term for this before the humans showed up. Humans will coax computers and name vehicles. Yes, they realize that the rock on their desk is neither alive nor sentient. Questioning their intelligence over the issue will get you nothing but irritation from them. Oddly enough, for no discernible scientific reason, this behavior correlates with increased performance from the device in question. The exception being printers which require 38.77% more maintenance if a human is even within the vicinity of it. Percussive maintenance: It shouldn''t work. It works but it really shouldn''t. Do note the exception of printers. If percussive maintenance is performed on them, order a new printer. Cuteness: If your species has fur and large eyes, a human is practically guaranteed to want to pet you at least once. Tell them to stop and they''ll typically comply, if not file a complaint with sapient resources. Translators: Figuring out the primary human language is going slowly. They often speak in cultural references and oxymorons. If they say something offensive, make sure it translated properly before getting mad. We have this issue every time a new species is found and integrated into the Union, but this one, in particular, is especially troublesome. Loopholes: Humans will find loopholes. Galactic code of law has had to be updated on technicalities because of them a total of 1,299 times as of this writing, including spectacles such as including matter and antimatter in the definition of theft. Engineering: Yes, they have constructed matryoshka brains and stellar lifters en masse. Yes, they are excellent engineers. Yes, they can massively boost the efficacy of every system on your ship/station/whatever. Consider, however, whether you want to deal with said systems immediately not working and or exploding once a human is no longer maintaining them. Weaponry: If firing it doesn''t kill you, having it fired at you definitely will. Most somewhat sane beings stop making bigger guns once they start making small tears in the fabric of reality when they fire. Keyword being most. Despite all these warnings, having human coworkers and friends is highly beneficial. Good luck. Addendums: It turns out that Russians also don''t feel cold. On another note, anything an Australian tells you about their home is likely a lie unless it''s about weird foods. A brief look at an advertisement for a human weapon We''ve received many a question about Terran weaponry. In the interest of public knowledge (and personal interest), we acquired a few. Firstly, a handgun:
The Nightfall QT47 utilizes Quasar Industries patented energy storage and discharge technology to accelerate tungsten alloy coated slivers of neodymium to high speeds via electromagnets. It has options for semi-automatic, burst fire, or automatic fire at a rate of 1,200 rounds per minute. With a handle that will automatically shift to fit the hand of its wielder, to built-in recoil suppressors, to being vacuum, water, high pressure, low temperature, high temperature, proof, this gun will outlast you and your descendants unless you really try to destroy it. It has 3 levels of capacitor draw available to it, with the lowest able to punch through body armor after plowing through several walls, and the higher settings able to go straight through an armored Union shuttlecraft. Buy one today for only 20,000c! Quasar Industries takes no responsibility for any malfunctions of devices that have been tampered with, and such tampering will void the warranty. Class II personal armament permit required to buy, carry, use, or sell. Prices may vary. Quasar Industries takes no responsibility for the actions of any who buy this product.
We bought one of these and tested it out. If anything its capabilities are understated in the ad. Besides its firepower, we tried crushing it in a hydraulic press. It broke the press. Do note that something like this would be military only for us, whereas, for them, a "class II personal armament permit" is pretty much along the lines of "you haven''t committed a felony and aren''t dumb enough to shoot yourself in the face with this." The gun isn''t actually that much heavier than a handgun we might produce, despite its ammunition, due to how minuscule the ammunition is. Still, a hucerret feather traveling at sufficient velocity will knock over its target, and this does a lot more than that. We were skeptical at first about the claims of it being able to shoot through a shuttlecraft. It went straight through three in a row. We only lined up three.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. We bought a light anti-personnel sniper rifle from one of their sporting goods stores. Upon testing it, the person firing it had both arms broken from the recoil, and the projectile went through the peak of one mountain and got stuck somewhere within a second. Very low bullet mass, very high armor penetration. A rather good thing we had it mounted correctly else the recoil would have done much worse. Thankfully we learned our lesson and rigged up a remote fire system for the ridiculously oversized block of metal they called a shotgun. We still had those three shuttlecraft from the earlier test. After a single shot they had much larger holes in them, in fact we weren''t certain if there was more ship left or more hole. Due to hearing damage we decided to retire the explosive ammunition after only that first test shot, especially since the mount designed for bracing light direct-fire artillery had broken in several places. As for their actual military equipment, take for example the Hellgoose light attack craft and its ammunition. The shell fired from each of its main guns is a 3.4 kg armor penetrator with a payload set off by timed and or inertial fuses, of antiboron. The "light" craft can fire about 65 of these rounds, per second, per gun. Apparently the ship is built around the two guns. Oh and this fighter craft has shields stronger than most of our battleships because of course it does. Though to be fair, the autonomous-capable "fightercraft" is more the size of a destroyer or light cruiser than a fighter, and most of that shield strength is forward-facing. When asked why on the eighth ring of Satsaakshul a battleship would need that much firepower let alone a light attack craft, humans generally respond with something along the lines of "because big explosion awesome" or "it''s classified." I think it''s safe to say that "if firing it doesn''t kill you, having it fired at you definitely will" holds true. A brief look at human civilians It turns out that the humans we had been receiving with mostly open arms were in fact, not average humans. They''ve been mostly military, or at least military-related, with baseline modifications, and more or less on best behavior. Take a moment to comprehend that statement. The man that accidentally turned a moon into an expanding ball of plasma was a military engineer on his best behavior, working without our civilian-grade weaponry. Yeah. It turns out that human cybernetic and genetic technologies are further along than we thought. They''ve figured out some way not only to selectively kill and regrow cells in accordance with new genetic code but managed to get their neurons to replenish themselves and flawlessly integrate with existing nervous structures. Because of this, humans can change their bodies like those of us with tattoos would change them. It''s not something done in a couple of seconds, but it''s hardly arduous. Because of this, many have modifications that are far from their baseline enhanced intelligence, strength, durability, etc, viewing altering their body the same as we view changing pants. For the species that don''t wear pants, you get the idea. As such, you will likely be seeing humans with soft fur, scales, tails of whatever type, wings that shouldn''t be able to support their mass but do, claws, feathers, bigger ears, more limbs, different eyes, digitigrade legs, differently proportioned limbs or bone structures, or any other number of modifications. Basically, if you see a sapient species you don''t recognize, odds are decent it''s a human. There also might be some humans with bodies closely mimicking some of the more, to them, cute, of us. To quote one human "Oh my Omnissiah, those squirrel people are so adorable!" To them mimicry is among the greatest forms of flattery, so try not to be too offended. Every species has its... quirks.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Since some people would freak out when a human''s hair dye would fade, (that was an interesting discovery, though some have taken up the human idea of dyeing parts of their bodies) if your human coworker/compatriot/whatever shows up one day looking entirely different, don''t freak out that they''re dying or have a disease or something. Proclivity for bodymorphing aside, be aware that from this point the humans you''ll mostly be interacting with aren''t as dead-set on making a good first impression, which we are told means they''ll be tamping down on their creepier instincts less. When we asked for clarification on what they meant their body language shifted to be almost motionless when not actively changing position and far more snappy and precise when moving, and a swarm of tiny drones flew out of their torso. Some buzzed around them in a manner that was disturbing for reasons we still can''t discern while other drones observed everything and everyone nearby from various angles as if deciding how best to disassemble such for information on its workings. That combined with them greeting people before they were visible or audible and several other things resulted in us requesting they go back to as they were not long after. Still, it seems that overall personality remains the same between the two groups, if rather amplified in nature in the second. Sure, this means that the lack of empathy for those they deem an enemy is even more pronounced, but so is kindness. Just, be aware that the humans being extreme in everything holds even more true. Oh and we''ve been informed that our previous document was wrong, those weren''t military-grade weapons, just slightly higher-end civilian. A brief look at a cargo ships captains log entries pertaining to humans Contextual translation enabled. The timestamps on the log have unfortunately been lost.
I hired a human engineer today. Said his name is Elizabeth. When asked what sort of augments they have, they responded, and I quote "Well I have the standard nano, cyber, and genetic enhancements for increased intelligence, durability, endurance, strength, biological immortality, agility and flexibility, dexterity, disease prevention, anti-radiation, toxin filtering, temperature regulation, computer in my head, vacuum protection, atmopheric recycling, metabolism control, that sort of stuff. Although there''s been talk of having those basic genetic changes be germline instead of somatic, so that would be just baseline human, not baseline enchancements. Oh and I''m pentachromatic like anyone else, apparently we used to to only have three types of photoreceptor cells in our eyes. As it is we can distinguish around ten billion different colors? Something like that. Anyway, as for the non-standard stuff, I had my eyes entirely replaced with cybernetic ones, decided to keep to standard pentachromatic instead of going higher, and I have a basic engineering suite. Intuitive programming, multitools in my hands and forearms, electron beam welders, that sort of stuff. Lastly I replaced my fingernails with small but retractable, sharp, and durable claws. Helps with stripping wires and manipulating small finicky stuff. Oh and I have several chambers in my left upper arm that can synthesize different inks which I can draw into and eject out of my claws. Never have to worry about having a pen or sharpie with me basically." Firstly, it seems they like to ramble a bit. Secondly, "standard" augments. It''s kinda funny how these people that are a fair bit smaller than any other known sapient species are so terrifying.
Do note that said genetic changes have in fact gone through recently. The humans are also looking into designing cells that would create nanobots to construct other nanobots and cybernetics, thus allowing any human to automatically have "basic health assurance."
Turns out the human is female, not male. I was mistaken due to the lack of apparent mammaries. Also, even a joking hit from a human rather hurts.
Upon trying out the shower in their quarters, the human proclaimed that it''s like "drizzling ice water on yourself in the middle of the arctic!" There was much more colorful language surounding that, including several expletives that didn''t originate with humans. They then started working on refitting the shower, starting with adding more pumps to the extent that the water would pulverize the flesh of any other being onboard.
Upon loosing a 10mm socket, the human slammed their hand against an armored bulkhead in frustration. The bulkhead in question massively deformed. After cursing the "flimsy" materials they got to work fixing it.
Elizabeth diverted some of the heat from one of the secondary reactors to their shower, and then not satisfied with that reactor, completely rebuilt it to compensate for the extra power draw from the additional pumps. On one talon, that secondary reactor is the new primary. On the other, while the shower was never able to get particularly hot, that seems excessive. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
One of the drawlzak, Damka, challenged the human to a sparring match, on the condition that the human disable their cybernetic first. Damka is now in stasis until we can get them to a proper hospital. Elizabeth apologized profusely, stating that without their cybernetics active they can''t judge their strength versus the sturdiness of their opponent anywhere nearly as accurately. Another drawlzak, Dakma, challenged the human to a spar. With a great effort of will I restrained myself from just shooting them to save on medical expenses.
"I finally got around to looking at the weapons you guys carry. They''re not great." A little while later Elizabeth gave me a seemingly cobbled together handgun. The weapon does nothing to the ship''s hull, but against anything organic or containing organic matter, such as a heavy assault infrantry suit with an avian inside, the result is... gruesome. I was not aware that meat could do that.
Elizabeth was tinkering with our anti-meteor weapons. The ship is now technically classified as a lightly armored artillery warship instead of a cargo hauler. They swore to "fix" the lightly armored part.
The human worked on the shield generators and increased their strength by some amount I''m not really sure of. The other engineers are insisting physics doesn''t work like that. When at full power the back of your teeth taste like blueberries. I have never tasted blueberries. They apologized for not being able to make it stronger without taking down the entire power grid for refit.
"I hadn''t gotten around to looking at the drives because I assumed that would be the first thing the other engineers here would bring up to decent specs with the materials avaliable. Clearly I was wrong." Our sublight manuevering speed is 1.3 times as fast, our sublight forward acceleration 1.7 times as fast, and our FTL 3.1 times as fast. I have no idea where they got the materials from.
A crewmember "accidentally" disabled the filter on the internet, and browsed the human-specific internet. They''re a tad bit traumatized.
Apparently the ship''s cooling system and some of the security cameras are now partially organic. I no longer have any idea what happens on this ship.
There was an attempted boarding action against us. Elizabeth has since incorporated their ship into ours, and their corpses into a many-limbed robot called Igar that likes to travel through the air vents. Its primary purpose is handing her items but it does have other functions. Apparently she was rather displeased at some of the threats they made, so now their heads sing encouraging things at the crew and their central circulatory organs act as drink dispensers. I am far from sure on how to feel about this as while their protectiveness of us is I think on the whole a good thing it can lead to rather disconcerting things.
Medic Jkholmdk was crushed between two crates in an accident. Elizabeth tried to rig together an impromptu life support system but Jkholmdk perished all the same. Elizabeth had an entirely calm expession on their face. Investigation revealed that several of the poles involved in the shelving one of the crates had been on were considerably weaker than they were sold as and had buckled in a matter of tragic timing. The next I heard of the company that had produced those poles was Elizabeth nonchalantly mentioning that apparently hundreds of millions of lawsuits from various sources had been filed against the company regarding false advertising and cutting corners. Also apparently, the entire board of directors had contracted some novel illness that impaired judgment and then when discovered racked up astronomical medical bills. That combined with persistent inexplicable hardware and software issues in all of their factories as well as a sudden surge of strikes and various automated auditing systems suddenly catching quite a few issues with the company resulted in the company going under. I am going to assume that Elizabeth had absolutely nothing to do with any of that and not look at that assumption too closely.
I was not aware that the ship''s internal defenses now include a wide variety of neurotoxins. I miss when things made sense.
A crewmember accidentally downloaded a computer virus that resulted in any input showing a human sing that they would never stop hunting the viewer through a desert. Elizabeth spent several minutes cursing whoever programmed the device before fixing it. I learned several new interesting combinations of words from them.
A brief look at a Union Military Intelligence memo The humans have discovered something. All of their diplomats, their scientists, their military highest, they''re all excited and a little nervous about something. Our people are still free to come and go in their space, but everyone is being heavily scrutinized. While the average citizen may not notice anything, intelligence agents have noted a massive increase in surveillance drones, satellites, and sensors of all sorts monitoring any non-human. See file xhdlpj552-21 for more information. One possibility is that they are planning to invade Union space, though this is unlikely. It''s more likely that there''s another sapient species past their territory that they''ve discovered, or that they''ve invented something with troubling implications. In the event of the latter, it seems unlikely that they will share such technology until such a time that they are secure in their supremacy of it since they remain fairly nationalistic despite our best efforts to promote infighting and factionalism. Hopefully, those efforts will be more effective over time. There are a few paths we can tread. We can ignore this. We can approach some of the more mercenary humans and see if we can hire them to figure out what''s happening. We can send spies with the best espionage technology we have.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. To preempt some people''s suggestions, invading human space is not a wise choice. While we have an immense advantage in sheer number of people, the Terran Confederacy definitely has the advantage in augmentation, cybersecurity, big guns, and a much smaller area to defend. The only information we really have is an intercepted message promising "Project Reality Diner" an unlimited budget. No matter what we choose to do, something big is coming. A brief look at a update to the university rules. Since there have been a few issues integrating human students, posted here will be a brief list of rules and guidelines to be updated as time goes on, in order to aid in this transition.
  1. Antimatter firecrackers must have less than 1 gram of antimatter.
  2. Antimatter fireworks must have less than 1 gram of antimatter.
  3. "Decorative explosives" must have less than 1 gram of antimatter.
  4. Anything involving more than .1 grams of antimatter must first be cleared by the department head.
  5. The onsite medical staff no longer need a reason why a human is injured.
  6. Since pretty much every human is augmented to unheard of extents, challenging others to physical duels is seen in bad taste.
  7. "Mad scientist laughter" is now required so as to act as an early warning system.
  8. The self-replicating "Stabby" swarm is to be shut down and not created again.
  9. Hardcore human "rule 34" is now classified as a psychological weapon, and carries with it the legal implications of such when shown to non-humans.
  10. Humans are to limit the sale and or distribution of any sort of chocolate to non-humans to .1 grams per decacycle. Non-humans are not to attempt to replicate, create, or otherwise obtain more than 2.5 grams per decacycle. Yes, it is excellent, however, it is also highly addictive if taken in high (for us anyway,) amounts.
  11. Humans are not to modify predators native to the planet of any student here in order to make them more dangerous and or terrifying.
  12. Humans are not to modify predators, in general, to make them more dangerous and or terrifying.
  13. Humans are not to modify predators.
  14. Any sort of augmentation of any organism besides themselves by humans is to be first cleared by the bioengineering and cybernetics department heads.
  15. Humans are not to instruct organisms how to modify themselves so as to technically not have been the ones to do it.
  16. No augmenting the dead.
  17. The proposed project zombie. No.
  18. The airborne virus forcing several species to talk in reverse was just wrong on multiple levels. If we ever figure out who did it they will be disciplined.
  19. The onsite medical staff insists that they not be told why a human is injured.
  20. If pirates etc attack the facility, you are free to defend yourself and the facility, but if they surrender you must take prisoners, not "turn this asshole''s spine into powder and force his buddies to snort it."The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.
  21. No experimenting on prisoners.
  22. Anything which causes you to pause and wonder if the ethics board will have an issue with it must first be cleared by the relevant department heads.
  23. If a human and a farkardakan are in a relationship, please let us know ahead of time so we can install more soundproofing.
  24. No playing volleyball with Yeet class tugboats and asteroids.
  25. Trapping someone in an entirely dark and soundproof room suspended in midair with pressor beams is just cruel.
  26. As is doing the same with any other form of levitation-inducing mechanisms.
  27. No trapping people in rooms, this seems like the sort of thing that shouldn''t have to be said.
  28. No experimenting with electromagnet powerful enough to crumple the university into a tiny ball without clearance from relevant department heads.
  29. The onsite medical staff will apparently be shooting with nonlethal projectiles anyone who tells them why a human is injured unless it is completely necessary to the successful treatment of such injuries.
  30. No installing mechanisms in the hallways to make the floors slightly change in tilt every day.
  31. Or anywhere else.
  32. John Vlacktovich. Why. Did. You. Ever. Think. That. Was. A. Good. Idea?
  33. No changing the climate of the area.
  34. Dragons are to be kept smaller than 10 meters in length.
  35. No outfitting every cargo ship that comes within the star system with enough weapons to classify it as a dreadnought. Even if you call it light point defense weaponry.
  36. Use the common sense of a species other than human. I don''t care that this is discriminatory.
  37. Don''t do anything which might cause your teachers to have their species equivalent of PTSD.
  38. Do not hide crocodiles in toilets.
  39. Do not hide alligators in toilets.
  40. Do not hide anything, living, dead, robotic, or otherwise, in toilets.
  41. Do not use time travel to cheat on exams.
  42. Do not clone people without their consent.
  43. Do not camouflage, wall up, or otherwise make inaccessible doors or classrooms to delay lessons.
  44. Do not sell things for someone else''s blood.
  45. Do not sell things for someone else''s soul.
  46. Do not sell things for someone else''s first-born child.
  47. Do not sell things for someone else''s second-born child.
  48. Do not sell things for someone else''s child.
  49. Do not sell things for someone else''s relative.
  50. Do not sell things for anybody.
  51. Do not build sandcastles in the middle of hallways.
  52. Do not build castles out of classmates frozen in time.
  53. Do not build castles out of classmates restrained in any manner.
  54. Do not build castles out of teachers.
  55. Do not build castles out of people.
  56. Do not build castles out of organisms.
  57. Actually just don''t mess with time in general.
  58. The phrase "in general" does not mean "inside a military general," and you know that.
  59. Do not make speech/scent/etc to text the only way of transcribing things.
  60. Do not create self-replicating castles.
  61. Do not edit this document.
  62. Do not make any construct of any sort out of anything living or recently deceased.
  63. Do not do anything which might cause accountants to have their species equivalent of PTSD.
  64. Do not construct a Beowulf cluster out of people''s brains unless they were already dead and marked as organ donors.
  65. Do not do things just so this list has more entries.
  66. The Irawrians have their equivalent of a panic attack every time a human proclaims "Blood for the blood god!" or "For the Emporer!" So just don''t.
  67. Rule 34 means that the biggest measurement of length is to be less than 10 meters, be it from snoot to tail tip or wingtip to wingtip, not that everything''s fine so long as a single scale is less than 10 meters thick.
  68. No.
A brief look at some things in a bar. "So a little while later, we hired a human programmer." The sapient with a body a blend of a crocodile and a spider spoke. Of course, the actual syntax was nowhere near that, but the translators had learned excellently over time. "Their job was basically just to keep all the systems running, maybe optimize a few programs if they could." "I bet the government grant for hiring and observing humans had no impact on your decision-making at all." The avian at the table chirped, taking a sip of their beer. It wasn''t actually alcohol of course, but the effects were similar. Even then, they were a bit of a lightweight. "What can a human programmer do anyway? They can''t even do 133-digit division without a computer in their head." "I''ll admit, our expectations weren''t very high. First thing he did though? He drew a weird shape on a processor unit with a tiny bit of his blood. A five-point shape, bunch of lines crossing each other. I stared thinking we''d hired a crazy person, then the piece of hardware started working about half again as fast." The amphibian snacking on fries (the potatoes the humans had introduced were quite good, albeit also very deadly until modified to be more suitable) spoke up. "How did that work? I believe you, you lot are terrible at lying, but how?" "He explained it as guiding the nanites in his blood to fix a few faulty connections and manufacturing errors. No idea how he knew of them. He looked at the programs running and shook his head in disgust. Couple cycles later, half of us had half the work to do. Now I''m certainly not a software engineer, but I can at least guess my way through what a script is doing. The human''s code though? I''d have called it raving gibberish if it didn''t work. Anyway, we were pretty much all sad to see him go, but he left for a different job. Project reality restaurant or something like that." They stopped eavesdropping on that conversation and went back to what they were reading. "We, somehow, got a tour of a human "heavy patrol ship." Considering we are yet to see a bigger ship in their navy, or anyone else''s, we presume, and hope, that the name is a joke and that is in fact the biggest warship they have. Presumably. The Vigilant class, informally known as the "not a gas giant" class, has an impressive array of capabilities and weaponry, though a fair bit of it is classified. Starting off, the direct weaponry: 30,000 planet-cracking kinetic launchers, for redundancy in critical functions. 3,000,000 anti-capital-ship weapons, a mix of kinetics, missiles, and lasers. 30,00,000,000 anti-corvette weapons, again a mix of kinetics, missiles, and lasers. Finally, it has anti-personnel weapons scattered across the hull. By anti-personnel, we mean it shoots someone across a star system, and through a planet or three, and leaves only a small hole through anything in its path, with minimal collateral damage. All of that''s the standard anyway, crews are encouraged to add their own personal touch. Defense: There are at least 30,000 point defense weapons, both for taking down fighter craft and missiles, covering any given point on its hull. Each point of its hull. As in, there''s a whole lot more in total. The armor itself is, I''m afraid to say, incredibly classified. The warp-blocking and EW suites are... excessive. As for the shielding? They had to, relatively speaking, massively lower it so that we could get within hundreds of thousands of kilometers of it without hallucinating being made of berries. The shielding is quite strong. Movement: The movement is done entirely by gravity manipulation so that there are no exposed engines. Such devices are also responsible for making sure that the mass of the ship doesn''t de-orbit anything in the star system it''s in. Utility: This thing isn''t only an unstoppable juggernaut, it''s an unstoppable juggernaut that can repair itself and churn out entire fleets. It utilizes a combination of mining vessels and stellar lifters to acquire material. Considering its fabrication capabilities, it can, theoretically speaking, patrol an area of space for essentially forever, until the heat death of the universe. Oh, and, given a bit of time and a lot of raw resources, it can make more of itself."You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. They could only assume it was a joke, not something serious. Their attention wandered over to a display showing a news report of some form. "-and reports have continued to rise of people being able to conjure a blue gas-like substance from their fingertips or analogous appendages if they concentrate on it. Scientists still have no idea what is, why this is happening, what side effects there may be, or how it is that the pseudo-gas seems to more or less ignore several laws of physics. Efforts to study it, or even contain it long enough to study, are ongoing, but estimates aren''t optimistic." There had been quite a lot of unrest when it first started happening two days ago but by now everyone had gotten used to it and gotten back to their jobs. Not like they had an option otherwise. The blue gas phenomenon hadn''t yet been used as a reason for a wage cut so really they couldn''t work up the energy to give a damn about it. The vaguely crustacean-like reporter paused for a second before continuing. The warbling trills would be translated to a hyper-specific language designed to be translated into any other number of languages with minimal issue, with such translation taking place on whatever device plays the video, with the pronunciation of names being as close as feasible. The image behind them changed to a simplified diagram of a several-thousand-kilometer device designed to create and maintain spherical portals between solar systems. "Negotiations have more or less concluded, and the Terran Government Coalition, or perhaps Tera Governance Coalition, we''re still not sure which, has agreed to assist in the creation of gate devices in several important systems, notably the travel hubs of Drvll Prime, Ghaluot, and DGHC. This should drastically decrease travel time between vastly separate sections of Union space." The image changed to a shuttle-sized ball of mechanical limbs with hundreds of various attachments on the ends of them. "The general purpose fabricator, Hephaestus Mk 4 will start being available for sale in Union space. Interesting enough the origin of the name is unknown, the information apparently having been lost to time. The company which designed it is so confident in the capabilities of the devices, that they are offering the Teran equivalent of around 17,500 Union credits to anyone who can find something the device can''t create when given the blueprints and raw materials." "With the ability to create circuit boards from scratch, agile manoeuvering, and the extensive durability we''ve all come to expect from human products, one could construct a dreadnought using it if they have the materials and time. Unfortunately, there will likely be something of economic upheaval as a result of several industries, such as personal computer creation becoming largely obsolete, but the General Economics Board says that the effects shouldn''t be overly detrimental. Overall, however, the standard of living should increase a fair bit. After all, it''s not like there haven''t been several times I wished I could simply download a ship." "Various people, mostly industry executives and others with a vested interest in the status quo remain heavily outspoken against more or less any interaction with the humans. If nothing else, however, we''ve gotten some rather amusing bits of attempted fearmongering from it. For example, one politician, Troolp, claimed that humans caused star 345jhl74dfh0 to go supernova slightly ahead of schedule. For reference, that star exploded 257 years ago and was expected at the time to explode a few months later than it did. That has got to be one of the most boring conspiracy theories ever, but some have used that as ''evidence'' that we should pre-emptively attack important Terran star systems." "If you are eating and or easily disturbed, we recommend looking away now" they stated before the image behind them turned to a picture of a rainbow of blood, flesh, and bone fragments. "A group of speciesists was literally torn to shreds after bombing a human''s house on Drvll-3, killing their pet, and shooting at them when the explosives didn''t work. The human, Jack Svar, was for obvious reasons determined to have been acting in self-defense. Jack received third-degree burns from the point-blank military-grade high-explosives but has since made a full recovery. Their dog, however, has not, as both the primary and backup brain (something which apparently they didn''t have before the humans genetically engineered it so) was completely destroyed. Investigations into the origins of the explosives are still ongoing." They returned their attention to their drink, bloody expensive thing that it was. They had to sit in the best-ventilated part of the bar and have a sign warning people off lest they inhale the minute fumes from it. It was because of such that they were rather surprised when someone sat down across from them. They started to warn away whoever it was but stopped when they saw it was a human drinking what appeared to be the very same sort of drink. She appeared mostly baseline aside from her eyes and hair lightly glowing violet. "Huh, kinda orangey. Anyway, what''s a pretty person like you doing sitting all alone?" It took a moment for them to overcome their surprise at someone finding them pretty. Another cruel joke? No, surely not, this human had no reason to even know of them. They couldn''t honestly say they weren''t at least a little bit interested. The night seemed like it would be an interesting one. A brief look at some highlights from various bits of audio. "You are aware of how the Ixtral empire loves to challenge everyone they can to unarmed combat duels correct? When the humans had just been contacted some Ixtral snob challenged them to provide a champion with no mechanical augments. Figuring it was just the standard galactic greeting the humans accepted." "Without bionics they''re not that tough though right? What''s the catch?" "They can drastically alter their bodies, but were you aware they can outright swap them?" "Wait seriously?" "Yes. I believe they refer to it as ''re-sheathing.'' The humans held a tournament to select a fighter to represent them. When it was time to fight the Ixtral representative they changed into a body specifically grown for that fight." "Ah. I think I can see where this is going." "With no considerations to the standard mechanical augments or the standard genetic changes for toxin filtering, lifespan, or numerous other factors, they could make the body less overall complex. That meant they could make it bigger, stronger, and more durable, at least in the short term. Nowhere near their general standards, but strong enough considering the imposed limitations." "What species did the Ixtral send to this assisted suicide?" "The Ixtral sent an olath." "Mh. Strong, but if their chitinous plates are hit with enough force to cave inward it''s almost certainly fatal." "Correct. I think the human fighter was expecting more physical resistance. Their first two attacks were dodged. They did not need to make a fourth. They seemed rather shocked at the ''ease'' with which their opponent was downed. They were not even aware at the time that the single punch had eviscerated their internal organs." ___________________________ "So there I was, walking along with Jake. He was wearing very covering clothing, to the extent that one might plausibly think he was a young of another species rather than a human, they are fairly small after all."The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. "This is the guy who lost his left arm because a spaceship fell on him and he decided to have the arm entirely replaced instead of regrown right?" "Indeed. So we''re just walking along, and guess what? We get mugged. Or rather, they attempt to mug us, me and ''my child.''" "I''m guessing that didn''t go well for them." "James takes one look at the leader of the lot, and he jabs them in the knee. From over 5.7 meters away." "What? His arm telescoped out or something?" "Yeah. The guy''s knee was just gone. Not broken, gone." "Humans are terrifying huh?" "Yeah. Excellent friends, but to their enemies, a rock is more empathetic. Anyway, apparently, they''re working on adapting their augments to our various physiologies, but it''ll be a while." "Because their augments depend on their resilience in order to work in the first place right?" "Indeed. They''re not very big or strong, not before modifications anyway, but they''ve always been durable. Their nervous systems especially." ___________________________ "So since people started being able to conjure that blue gas-ish stuff there''s been like three doomsday cults, but other than that everyone''s pretty much just shrugged and carried on yea?" "Yes, your point?" "I''ve noticed something. Since then, everyone seems healthier. Not much, but the timings line up." "Hm. Now that it''s pointed out, it does seem true that the average person I pass by on the streets does seem slightly healthier. Could easily be coincidence, confirmation bias, or simply too small sample size, but it does seem to be the case." ___________________________ "They survived? You''re telling me you can''t even kill a human when things go wrong?" "They simply shrugged off the explosives." "Please tell me at least they bought the attack being random speciesism, not something more coordinated?" "Yes, the person and the news coverage seem convinced of that." "Good. Everything has been cleaned?" "Within two degrees of separation. It''s not like there isn''t always plenty of other people desperate for scraps." ___________________________ "Ya know, isn''t galactic union a kinda pretentious name when only like a tenth of the galaxy''s been mapped?" ___________________________ "The hacking attempt failed then?" "I don''t think it was even noticed." "You implied it failed." "It failed so badly it didn''t register as an attack." ___________________________ *Sigh* "Rule 122: No filling hallways with gelatin." ___________________________ "It seems slightly unethical for our first proper tests of this thing to be as a weapon." "Yes, but it is neat." ___________________________ "You know, one of the core tenets of the TGC is ''you must always be ready to escalate harder and faster than your enemy if you are to survive'' for a reason." A brief look into a university lecture hall. "Alright then, welcome to megastructure engineering 101. The syllabus is on the university website, read it at some point in the near future." The human professor looked over the students, his implants tracking their faces, posture, and proportions, culminating in their names and major floating above their heads. This way the professor didn''t need to bother remembering anything about them, the university database did it for him. Nobody else knew about it, the students and other staff just thought there was something a bit off about him. Then again, something always seems a bit off about humans. Granted, the IT people probably never intended for anyone to have such direct access, but if they hadn''t wanted anyone to reflexively take over the computer systems of the campus as soon as they stepped on said campus then they should''ve installed better security. "For the first two classes, we''ll be reviewing things you should already know." They looked around and selected a student at random. "Xntrl, name one of the major issues with Dyson spheres." Why do that lot''s names almost never have vowels? "They cost a lot to construct." The human rolled their eyes. "Alright then, name a major issue besides the most obvious one." "Structural stability the closer any given part gets to the axis of rotation." "Correct," the human stated, selecting another student at random. "Further from the equator less of the weight of the structure is supported by orbit. We don¡¯t use the balloon model of a structure supported by solar winds instead of orbit, why, Jasmala?¡± If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°The stellar lifters and the manufacturing facilities are too heavy for the system to be supported solely by the solar wind.¡± ¡°Which is why, despite the name, instead of spheres we use what, Talmphos?" "Overlapping rings on different axes of rotation." "Indeed, and what''s the other major problem with such systems, Revus?" "All the energy has to go somewhere, if it''s not used then the place heats up." "And as such the excess electricity is used for, Onk`aks?" "Antimatter generation, to be used by anything which doesn''t have a star as an energy source." Huzzah, the human thought, this group knows the barest fundamentals a bit better than the last one. Not exactly a high bar to clear. "Indeed. How much must the fusion backup for any given system be able to output compared to the antimatter reactor, Selai?" "Minimum 12.5% of primary output." "Correct. Back to Dyson spheres then, they by law must be built to handle luminosity greater than that of the star they''re constructed around by how much, Revemus?" "At least a quarter." "And what percentage of a Dyson sphere is actually inhabited, Mnue?" "Almost none," Mnue said, predicting that the next word would be ¡®indeed¡¯ since the human seemed fond of the word. "Indeed. Most species only need 30 seconds and a dark closet to make more of themselves, but there is a lot of space in space. Ok then, the Hramstahlmk constant is what, M!lpsst?¡± ¡°8.117E+562.¡± ¡°And the Blahmkstahlmk constant, Ytueli?¡± Ytueli looked frightened before hesitantly answering. ¡°I seem to have forgotten that particular thing.¡± Well, that didn¡¯t take long. ¡°M!lpsst, kindly inform Ytueli what the number is.¡± ¡°1.692E-4¡± ¡°Correct. Anyway, moving onto-" The human pauses for a second as a shrill alarm blares, seeming to read something. "Well then. Class dismissed for today, as I need to go stop a student from accidentally killing all of us." The students were not quite sure whether or not they heard the human mutter the word ¡®again.¡¯ A brief look at a further... again... once more... update to the university rules.
  1. No human students.
  1. No including a keylogger in this document or making entries undeletable from this document.
  2. No packing any of the following into artillery shells: surprisingly durable chainsaws, chainsaws in general, lube, anything living or recently deceased, freeze-dried pinecones, fart gas, the blood of any species, surprisingly durable though unfortunately non-functioning organs of any kind, or anything which, while technically not illegal or at the time against these rules, would have you put in front of a war crime tribunal were it actually used in warfare.
  1. No touching artillery shells at all unless you have a really good reason.
  1. "A really good reason" and other such similar statements, at the very least when applied to this document, means a good reason according to the relevant department head, not you.
  1. If you have to wonder whether or not it''s against the rules, it either is or soon will be. Don''t.
  1. If you don''t have to wonder as such because you can conclude that it is or such an action will cause an update to these rules, don''t do it.
  1. Do not make doors require they be sung at before they can be opened.
  1. No posting this list to social media in order to get help finding loopholes.
  1. If it¡¯s bad you shouldn¡¯t do it.
  1. If the word loophole crosses your mind at any time while reading this list, you are to inform the relevant department head of said loophole, not use it.
  1. The same applies to any synonym thereof.
  1. No using orbital cannons to toast bread.
  1. No using anything except a toaster to toast bread.
  1. No using anything except a toaster with no modifications made, designed, or suggested by humans, to toast bread.
  1. [Scrubbed from records by order of Union Military Intelligence. See file theHorror553876 for heavily redacted details.]
  1. Don''t do anything which causes several new government agencies to exist simply to deal with the implications of it being a thing.
  1. [Scrubbed from records by order of UMI. No details available.]
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  1. [Scrubbed from records by order of UMI. No details available.]
  1. Don''t do anything even vaguely related to the above.
  1. Rule 0, is not "Ignore the following if the idea seems cool." There is no rule 0 on this document, nor a rule x with x being null, a decimal, integer less than 1, fraction, irrational number, imaginary number, letter, or any symbol or combination of symbols besides integers greater than 0.
  1. No detaching and throwing your own limb at somebody.
  1. Could you please stop making other students nervous over rumors about this "Project Reality Diner" and a supposed anti-human conspiracy. The xenophobia-fueled attacks are unfortunate, but they don''t need a conspiracy to happen, you lot are scary.
  1. No cancer guns.
  1. Nor guns that shoot blobs of cancer.
  1. Nor guns that are cancerous.
  1. No guns which are in any way diseased.
  1. Yes, the university does reside in the territory of a nation. Yes, other nations might go to war with such nation. If people attack the university, you have to take prisoners in an ethical manner, not use the event as an excuse to test some of your more exotic weaponry.
  1. No experimentally driving prisoners insane.
  1. No experimenting on prisoners. Apparently, this one needs to be restated, but this time including prisoners of war.
  1. No experimenting on terrorists.
  1. No converting massive sections of the university into pulsating flesh.
  1. Hallways should be comprised of neither tongues nor teeth.
  1. Same for doors and flagpoles.
  1. No using finely-tuned orbital laser platforms to make fruit salad.
  1. No creating currencies backed by liters of tears.
  1. Nor liters of blood, or any other bodily fluid.
  1. No using orbital lasers to assist in surgery.
  1. No using orbital lasers to warm your coffee.
  1. No using highly elaborate setups to convince someone that they''ve been shrunk to 1/8th scale.
  1. If it causes psychological trauma, No.
  1. Any human rule 34 is a psychological weapon when used against non-humans.
  1. No using orbital lasers to evaporate raindrops before they hit you.
  1. Fine, if someone attacks this place despite it being one of the most heavily armed places known to exist (when did that happen), you can do with them as you wish.
  1. No throwing anyone else''s limb at anyone.
  1. Yes, the blue psuedo-gas is mysterious. Yes, it may very well lead to grand scientific progress. However, despite that, if using completely excessive amounts of explosives against it didn''t cause any reaction other than obliterating the moon the experiment was taking place on, doing so again won''t get different results. Yes, large sample size is one of the bases of science, but it didn''t work the first five times, and it won''t work the sixth. It is not a valid excuse to set off ''fireworks,'' antimatter-based or not. Just because you figured out that you have to keep it in constant motion in order to contain it doesn''t mean that a lot more motion is the answer to getting it to do anything. Repeat after me, explosives do not solve everything.
A brief look at part of file theHorror553876. Heavily redacted transcript of the being''s subdual follows: [Soldier 1] The hostages are the priority, if we can extract them we can just bomb the thing. [Soldier 2] Do we really only have this much intel on the thing? [Soldier 3] Apparently. You never have good intel, but this seems almost hyperbolic. [Soldier 1] [4], any hint of it on the cameras? [Soldier 4] None. Pretty sure all the cameras are destroyed. [Soldier 2] No hidden cameras? What are the odds of that? [Soldier 4] None on the local net at any rate. [Soldier 3] This place has to have tons of sensors other than cameras, at least in the labs, what about those? [Soldier 4] Our equipment isn''t designed for anything other than cameras. Fixing that would take time we don''t have. [Extraneous dialogue removed]Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. [Redacted] [Soldier 1] It''s venomous! Assume a single hit past your armor will kill you! [Redacted] [Soldier 4] How can it possibly fit through the vents? [Redacted] [Soldier 2] It''s got [4]! [Redacted] [Soldier 3] Bodies aren''t supposed to do that. [Soldier 2] The noise. I''m never getting that noise out of my head. [Redacted] [Soldier 1] It''s getting bigger. What sick mind made this thing?! [Redacted] [Soldier 3] This thing seems like some intentionally horrifying cosmic joke, and we''re the punchline. The way it killed [2]... [Redacted] [Soldier 3] By Xackal, they''re still alive. [Soldier 1] Not sure I''d call that alive. [Redacted] [Soldier 3] If we get out of here without any further casualties then that''ll just be three paralyzed, five in comas, thirteen casualties, and everyone else traumatized. Oh, wait no, there''s another three in a vegetative state. [Redacted] [Soldier 1] It''s intentionally cruel. To eat part of someone''s head and then just leave them there, drooling... [Redacted] [Soldier 3] Could it be, is it finally dead? [Soldier 1] No, we still have ammunition. [Redacted] [Soldier 1] It can divide itself into multiple fully-functioning blobs of muscle and hate. Of course, it can. And because just why not, it''s intelligent enough to use one of itself as a decoy, get us to spend all our ammo. [Redacted] [Soldier 1] Well, if anyone finds this recording, [3] is dead. It... it shoved part of itself down their throat, all the way out the other end, and then inflated itself. At least he died quickly, quicker than the others at least. I think it was going suffocate them until I made it mad and [3] exploded like an overfilled balloon. Just with more viscera. The thing''s been toying with us this entire time. I didn''t sign up for this. I didn''t sign up for this. I didn''t sign up for this. A brief look into Project Reality Diner. Wooster Ashely was a low level-bureaucrat who couldn''t remember the last time they had their clock speed lower than 2.55:1. Low-level, on paper anyway. In reality, if need be he could command a large section of the TGC military and all of the malware lying in wait seeded throughout Union space just in case. We''re at 80 heavy patrol ships, another 20 being built. Seven medium patrol ships, another three being built. The light patrol ship... thank god I''m not in charge of coordinating that project. At the time in question, he was acting as the liaison between the Gordian knot of the bureaucracy of the TGC and the people actually doing something productive at PRD. Seventeen security checks later, he was able to enter the facility kept at warp 1.01 in the middle of nowhere and cut off from more or less all communications. "Ah, Wooster, what news do you bring?" Amrish Ilyas, head of logistics for the facility, spoke up. "Any idea how the rumors spread so quickly?" "Nope," Wooster sighed, "still no idea. It''s only been six days since we found and accidentally shut down this place, for it to spread so quickly? We have no idea where the rumor started. A lot''s happened in the last week." "I''d guess it started at that university since it took only a day for them to figure out that mana has to be in motion relative to its container to stay contained." "Mh. Sometimes that place is a godsend, most of the time it''s a diplomatic nightmare. We''re back to calling it mana then? Oh, the Azath can''t summon mana." "Yeah. Josh came up with some more official-sounding term, but it had no chance in hell of competing with mana. The Azath bit''s been confirmed then? Another point for it having to do with carbon-based chemical reactions then, if the only known species to use silicon rather than carbon can''t do it." Tyrese Hindricks, the head researcher of the place (nominally anyway, expecting one person to be an expert above everyone else in their own specializations is a bit absurd), got bored of waiting to see how long it would take for Wooster to notice they were behind them. Thus he spoke. "And following such theme, we''ve come to call the general application of it to be magic and the specific use of it to be spells. Aaaaannnyywaayy," he crumpled up some paper from a notebook and tossed it down the corridor. A second later the ball of paper was incinerated. "We¡¯re starting to get something of a grasp on how it works." Wooster looked over the recording from his eyes of the event a few times before replying. "Interesting. How''s it work?" "Right so, this stuff does stuff when through various shapes. Pretty much it''s a programming language for reality, or maybe an embedded language like how Lua is often used. So when you cast a spell you''re forcing mana through specific shapes. Those tiny muscle clusters and whatnot that we genetically engineered away because they were just taking up space some years ago, in retrospect seem to have been designed to, or rather as designed as anything naturally evolved then become vestigial, what with this place being active for a long time, can be, form specifically shaped cavities." Oh right, Wooster though, I forgot about this guy''s love for walls of speech. It was times like these that Wooster rather hated the inventor of continuous-flow lungs. "Oh, and did I mention that according to all our equipment mana isn''t made of anything, no bosons, no quarks, no leptons, it''s just kinda there, oh and without any mass? Ignoring the no mass part, the stuff just doesn''t interact with gravity at all, though it does interact with electromagnetism; we sent a blob via particle accelerator through an event horizon, on a path not intersecting the singularity, and it came out the other side with the only change in velocity being accountable for by interactions with stuff racing towards the singularity." Wooster took a moment to parse all that. "Well, fuck." Which part he was responding to was left a bit ambiguous. "Yeah. Still though, while the mana creation or summoning or whatever seems to be linked to carbon interactions, the cavities, or channels as we''ve come to call it, don''t have to be biological. The spell I just cast I did so by pushing mana into a hole in a thin couple of layers of plasma-cut sheet metal bolted together that I stuck in one of my arm compartments. Crude prototype, but it''s just a prototype so, eh." "Ok," Wooster sighed, "but how does the spell work?" Tyrese was a smart guy but by damned gods did he ramble. "Ok, so these variables are all loosely typed which like oh dear god no why - of course, this could actually translate to a rant about bananas made of francium, who knows, all of this is reverse-engineering - but anyway getting the location of particles costs very little mana, actually acting on them costs by far the most, and the logic section of the runes costs next to nothing. The first section here," Tyrese pointed at a part of a diagram floating midair, "defines protons as things made of two up quarks and one down quark plus associated gluons, then this next bit defines neutrons as two down quarks and one up quark plus associated gluons." They, for once in their life, waited for the other party to acknowledge that they were following. "Makes sense so far." Wooster nodded. "This section," he waved, as excellent at explaining things as ever, "is for telling the code, magic, whatever, what an atom is. And then this like nine-tenths of the runes is for defining molecules. There''s gotta be a better way of doing this but it works for now. All of this''ll probably be refined and just copypasted between spells. As it stands now this part is a mess.¡±Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Tyrese fiddled with the hologram he was showing Wooster, blocking out the previous section of incomprehensible gibberish, having it instead show a section, more or less translated to English rather than Runic, readable by anyone, not just those that had spent the last several days pulling their hair out over defining molecules. mol = Molecule within input[1] of new Point(0, input[0], 0); i = 0; while(i?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Ion drive camera drones have gone over everything on the topological surface. The carvings seem to be more or less the same depth with some minor variation. Assuming for now the depth doesn''t matter. Time for high-energy gamma-rays and sonar. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? The interior of the thing is pretty much entirely tunnels of type A writing, no type B. Maybe the interior is supposed to be communication only accessible to those able to look inside structures (so, like everyone?) with type B being a key for type A? Font size of characters for type A varies a bunch both between and within sentences. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Oh dear god why, both languages use a base 37 number system. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Everyone can conjure semi-gaseous blue stuff from their fingertips. Most of our instruments say the stuff doesn''t exist. Construction of additions to station begun. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Blue stuff phenomenon everywhere. Happens very shortly after we discover this place. Low odds of coincidence. Operation under high level of secrecy going forward. Both languages use a sequential character system rather than something particularly wierd, but still, while the translation program AVIs are trying to work on a rudimentary translation without actual interaction there''s gonna be little progress. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Entire facility shifted into and kept at warp 1.00001 for secrecy''s sake. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? The blue stuff is officially called X for now. A cloud of X is short-lived, dissipates quickly. X can be pushed with whatever but behavior inconsistent. Pressure sensors pushed against a cloud of X register no force. Gravity sensors register nothing. Only instruments that register it as existing are electromagnetic radiation detectors, aka cameras. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Trying to compress a cloud of X just leads to it phasing through whatever is pushing against it. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? A cloud of X sitting in a container will just phase through the container. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? X can be conjured wherever in the body, or at least anywhere we can see with internal cameras. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Magnets can move X. That university managed to contain X in a tiny low-power particle accelerator. Results confirmed here. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Resource shipments here slow b/c secrecy why tho. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? We''ve started storing X in a series of X containment units, aka just a low power particle accelerator with a big interior cavity. You get sort of a headache when you run out of X, except a couple of centimeters to the left of your head. X fills back up fairly quickly. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? The volume of X summonable at once seems to be exercisable; small but measurable increase over time noted. Parallels have started being drawn between X and mana. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Gravity manipulators can''t affect the stuff. We shot a stream of X from a containment unit into a black hole. The stream came out the other side, the only delta velocity being due to the magnetic fields involved. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Blackhole experiment repeated a few times, this stuff seems to just ignore gravity. How that works is anyone''s guess. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? With type A writing each character always connects to the next, like cursive, or since it¡¯s a carving, a channel not a line. There¡¯s always a trailing channel connected to the first (or maybe last who knows) character. There¡¯s almost always a channel connected to some of the other characters not connected to anything else. Every character besides the first with a second channel connected to it is the same but in different sizes. Calling such characters c-chars for now. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? David, the guy that''s pretty much a ball of tentacles, got the idea to pump X through some of the writing, after all this station and X are most likely connected. Tungsten sheet put over carving being tested so the X actually goes through the channels instead of everywhere. We did this remotely, and with the containment unit several meters away from the actual channel, because duh. First couple of tries did nothing, or at least we observed nothing happening. Shoving a bunch of X into both of the trailing channels resulted in everything in a sphere of radius of 1.3554ish meters heating up and continuing to heat up more and more until we stopped sending in more X. Stopped it when the tungsten was at about 3200 degrees. Cooled down as normal. Good thing we still have the place as vacuum. Also, wat the fuck? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Experiment repeated several times with the heat sentence, henceforth known as s[0]. Sphere has a radius of 1.3554087 meters and is centered on the geometric center of s[0]. s[0] has minimum cm^3 X /s input into both trailing channels before it does anything. Second t-chan controls rate of heating, first t-chan seems to act as power source. If input to first channel insufficient nothing happens. If more than required then the excess seems to just disappear. Unclear at this point whether or not conservation of mass is being violated, X could be coming from and disappearing to a limited pool, with X used up being turned into energy. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? s[0] copied onto a blank sheet of tungsten not attached to site Diner. Worked just the same. Copied onto plywood, worked just the same, though obviously, it caught fire rather quickly. Copied onto a variety of materials, acted the same every time, up until it melted or burned anyway. Small tolerance in deviation of shape of character before cessation of function. Anyway, the carving is the important part, not the material.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Carving depth doesn''t seem to matter beyond adjusting the geometric center. Overall carving can be shaped, however, such as along a sculpture of a snake we had lying around for whatever reason, with no difference in effect other than adjusting center, so long as the characters and connections are the same. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Well, no, adjusting the depth means adjusting the maximum flow rate of X through the carving. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? No characters are shared between type A and type B writing. Pumping X into type B writing has done nothing for any of the type B writing. Assumed for now that type B writing is actually just writing, not whatever the hell type A is. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Replacing the character for one with the character for two doubled the radius. From this we can conclude 1.3554087 meters equivalent to 1 s[dist]. Input cost to first channel increased more than volume did, maybe b/c greater distance to affect a thing means more cost in addition to more cost from larger colume? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Adjusting character sizes does nothing, assuming for now that differing sizes, especially into c-chars, is just for regulating maximum flow rate. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Removing certain parts of s[0], connecting the remaining characters, and then pumping X into it, is something you do not want to be next to. As best we can tell all the electrons in the sphere, including that of the steel the carving was in, were, briefly, shoved in random directions. Turns out yanking electrons from their orbitals like that is not particularly conducive to maintaining that state of matter. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? s[1] is the same as s[0] except the center of the sphere is offset by 2 s[dist], direction always the same relative to the orientation of s[1]. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? The input characters seem to be able to consume as much X as you can throw at them, barring restriction by physical size of opening. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? We''ve successfully made a "sentence" of our own, s[-1]. We already have s[1] for the second sentence we got to work that we found here, so why not label the ones we make as negative. s[-1] takes in four inputs plus the power one. Power + heating rate + x offset + y offset + z offset. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Another carving draws in everything in a 5 s[dist] sphere towards it. Another pushes stuff away from whichever direction we have be down with our gravity manipulators. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? These things have been informally renamed to spells, runes, and mana. Because, well. Either these carvings and the pseudo-gas is magic, or this stuff is actually the underpinnings of gravity and the speed of lights and whatnot, or this is the result of tech we can''t detect. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? I think this station, well "station," maybe sort of a museum of different spells. Except people started being able to summon mana when we arrived here, so it was also suppressing that somehow. Why? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Putting a thin sheet of algae in the containment units results in more mana being added, ripped away from the algae. No difference between the algae in question and the control group as of yet. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? I think we''re starting to figure out what some of the characters mean. This whole thing is like a weird analog programming language. Points for the universe being a simulation? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Been a while since I last updated this log. Hah, "a while." I can''t believe it''s only been what like 5ish days? I think we''ve more or less translated s[-1] (funny how it worked out with sentence and spell both starting with s) into something actually readable. //CHONKY section defining atoms and molecules to the spell, see file spellChemDefs for details. mol = Molecule within input[1] of new Point(0, input[0], 0); i = 0; while(i?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? We''re making progress in translating more and more stuff by trial and error. We took the translated to English version of s[-1], made changes, and turned that back into runes. Told a fabricator to make the spell in question out of layers of tiny steel plates. It worked. Labeled s[-1.1] //CHONKY section defining atoms and molecules to the spell, see file spellChemDefs for details. mol = Molecule within input[1] of new Point(0, input[0], 0); i = 0; while(i?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Figuring out the section defining atoms and molecules is still going slowly. It''s a lot more complex than the section actually doing things. Seems like the sort of thing that you just copy and paste between programs and hope to hell nothing goes wrong. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Took a while to get the hang of, but we can cast s[-1.1] by pushing mana into the main power input and variable input channels of the steel plate sandwiched between two without the carving. Quilbog (the most baseline human guy here) strapped it to his arm and burned a sentence into a big piece of paper across the room. Just, ya know, make sure you have it pointing in the right direction. You can actually impart quite a bit of very controlled force with personal mana pool. And of course, you can just tell the station''s AVI (the stuff we''ve added on now out masses the original chunk of metal by several factors) to cast it where you want. Much bigger mana pool. Even if we never figure out anything further, how to move stuff around in a more controlled manner, there are bound to be a few industrial applications to being able to heat the inside of something in such a specific manner. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Every living carbon-based thing seems to have some bit of resistance to magic being cast on/inside them. Not that hard to overcome that resistance and boil the brain stem of a guinea pig though. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Figured out how to have the origin of spell at a point other than geometric center. Special character for it. If multiple of origin-char in spell then the origin is at the geometric center between them. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Got confirmation that none of the known non-carbon species can summon mana. Plus points to the theory of it having to do with some complex interaction between carbon atoms. Also, a couple of people specializing in genetic history were swearing about us accidentally fucking ourselves over? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Work has been started on writing libraries for spells. Defining atoms and molecules is now just import Atom and import Molecule. The compiler adds the actual section to the beginning of the spell. We''re more or less able to make spells in an IDE and have them turned into template files for a fabricator to use. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Somebody make a laser spell. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? So far our best guess on how this station was blocking mana from being summoned was that it was essentially just turning off that section of physics within a region. Best we can tell that region must have been covering about 1/5th the galaxy. We¡¯re yet to find a mana source, maybe it was some sort of self-sustaining system we interrupted? !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Spells are getting complex enough that a person has no chance in hell of casting manually. A computer controlling a multitude of tiny inputs, a multitude of tiny electromagnets diverting specific amounts of mana to specific channels, however, works just fine. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Using a metric fucktonne of algae to fly around is pretty neat. !@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>?!@#$%^&*()_+|[];''<>? Template files store the material of each part via standardized material codes. Trying to store the exact position of every particle would just be stupid, but taking a known chemical formula for a specific material, or formulas and ratios thereof, and tiling that across the same space as where that material would be? I see no reason why you can''t turn some random rock, or say a cube of some dense material specifically designated to be transmuted, into a bunch of hamburgers or PCBs. Assuming, that is, that we can figure out this ¡®applied telekinesis¡¯ as some have been calling it to the point of ripping apart molecules and atoms and remaking them into the ones we want. A brief look at a flyer found throughout Union space. Surviving interacting with humans: The best way to avoid being killed by them is of course to not interact with them and preferably not be in the same area as them or anything they''ve made. They are dangerous and unstable. Cyberterrorism: Their malware far outstrips our security. Do not have a device containing any sensitive information when in the digital vicinity of a human. When startled they can seize control of a planet reflexively rather than as a conscious action, or so we''ve been told. It seems far more likely for it to instead be intentional hostile action. Technology: Do not hire them as engineers, any modification they make will be dangerous as soon as they''re not maintaining it, or before then. Avoid interaction with anything human-made. Avoid interaction with anything made by one of their so-called "fabricators" as it is untested, dangerous, and unstable. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Death: They''ve killed a multitude of us. We''re yet to see an example of one of them dying. If anything they''re more of spiteful spirits than people, the closest we''ve seen one of them dying is from the indirect blast from a nuclear weapon. Atrocities: In their conflict with the Democratic Republic of Bineeks they unabashedly used horrifying chemical weapons and nigh-uncontrollable viral weapons. They have shown a clear disregard for collateral damage. Assume that interacting with a human in any manner presents an imminent threat to your person and all you care about. Economics: Using their fabricators the humans have already inadvertently, or so they claim, crippled or destroyed multiple sectors of our economy, quite possibly sections that were employing you and your friends. Don''t be angry at the corporation, be angry at the humans. Incompatibility: The humans are essentially symbiotes with their own bodies. That combined with numerous other factors shows just how alien in mind they are. And that''s not even mentioning their depraved experiments at that university. Don''t fool yourself into thinking they can be your friend. Trust in your colleagues and appointed associates instead. Bodymodding: They''ve been working on adapting their implants and genetic revisions to our people. Consider whether or not you really want your maternal unit to be transformed into some monstrosity. All in all: The best way to survive interacting with them is to not interact with them. Nothing good can come from interacting with the humans. A brief look at that time some people made a mistake. Quite some distance away a researcher was reporting something along the lines of ¡°Josh forgot that while silver 107 and 109 are stable, silver 108 isn¡¯t. For completely unrelated reasons we are now working on a spell for blocking radiation. Progress has been made on neutron radiation, less so for the others." But Thomas Ruhl wasn¡¯t aware of that; rather he was strolling through a garden on the space station Fiswert. He was wearing no armor besides a t-shirt and sweatpants largely composed of nanotube-wrapped carbyne in a much looser weave than that of a ship hull. He carried no weapon besides his body. There wasn¡¯t anyone else in the immediate area, something he certainly didn¡¯t mind. He had gotten a bit tired of everyone gawking at him, something which he attributed to humans still being rather rare that far into Union space. Of course, him having pointed ears, a short snout, four arms, both scales and feathers, and a thick tail, factoring into things didn¡¯t occur to him. After all, only about half of humans had a completely baseline outer appearance. His cybernetics would have pinged a possible ambush, if not for him and most everyone else turning that off whilst in Union space after the octillionth false positive. It was on this station in the middle of nowhere that some people made a mistake. Squad 1 started the attack, trying to shock Thomas into submission. The taser prongs just barely stuck into the human''s skin, but it was enough. The amount of electricity in question, however, was woefully less so, especially considering that he was grounded and had graphene networks running throughout his skin acting as a faraday cage of sorts. The darts full of chemicals in an attempt to render him unconscious would have caused his medical systems to scoff if they were self-aware. By this point, he was shifting into combat mode. Plates started extruding from his skin, his nose and mouth were covered. His respiratory system switched to a closed system, using bioluminescence to stimulate the cyanobacteria inside it. His empathy for the enemy was temporarily reduced. His perceived seconds per second went way up. Such a state wasn¡¯t sustainable in the long term, but it didn¡¯t need to be. Of course, that wasn¡¯t all. Pockets opened in his flesh, and compressed smoke and chafe were launched. The station¡¯s cameras were seized and used to identify possible attackers. And of course, he was running for cover. When they realized that capture was going to be nigh-impossible they swapped to lethal weaponry. Better a corpse to study than nothing. Projectiles ripped towards, and through, him. That¡¯s not to say, of course, that the projectiles had an easy time getting through the nanotube-wrapped carbyne reinforcing every part of his body. >Weaponry likely of Quasar Technologies Nightfall series. So said his cybernetics. >Very high armor penetration, very low projectile size. Minimal threat unless brain hit. His ship, tiny though it was, wasn¡¯t idle either. Variable yield antimatter containment shells were swapped out for simple chunks of unrefined iron. The single internal omnidirectional skipgate cannon swiveled to face the attackers and the head of one ceased to be, with the station between the cannon and the target untouched. The cannon swiveled just a bit, fired again, and another head stopped existing in any form resembling a head. >>Warp missile pulled into warp 1 and destroyed at 1.2km. >>Launch warp-net at direction missile came from? >>>Yes. Maintain skipgate fire at infantry, launch net sublight rather than use skipgate. Enact evasive maneuvers as necessary. They weren¡¯t just going to sit there and take it, however. >>22 warp missiles destroyed at .8km. >>Net yanked 377 assorted projectiles from warp, all dodged. It was a coordinated attack, it¡¯s not like they assumed the ship to be harmless. Far from it, they didn¡¯t try sabotaging it on the basis that it would only alert the human before everything was ready since there wasn¡¯t really a stealthy way of doing it. >>Net yanked 25 warships, each considerably larger than this one. >>Variable-frequency laser weaponry being deployed against ship. Reflective coating ~99.7% effective. >>Launching warp missiles. >>Comm systems of enemy ships entirely closed off or using only entanglement comms and point-to-point laser comms. Attempting light-sensor-based exploits. It was about this time the infantry swapped to high-explosive weaponry, sick of being picked off one by one, never mind trying to take the body mostly intact. Bear in mind here, only a few seconds had passed since the start of the battle.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .7km. >>Sublight missiles destroyed at .6km. >>Exploits appear to have been patched. >>11 ships destroyed by warp missiles. Thomas was at this point hit directly with very high-yield armor-piercing missiles. He was still running, of course, but the tracking on the missiles was too good. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .5km. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .4km. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .3km. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .2km. >>4 enemy ships remaining. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at .1km. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at 50m. >>Sublight projectiles deflected at 25m. >>Hull taking damage. >>Antimatter containment soon to be breached. Coincidentally, the ship being destroyed lined up pretty well with Thomas finally going down, several missiles later. >>Goodbye Thomas. With relief, those on the ground and those in the ships sighed, or their species¡¯ equivalent. Shortly thereafter the general-purpose nanobots and microbots in the smoke finally reached the infantry and lay dormant, coating the inside of the previously environmentally sealed armor suits. Thomas was loaded onto one of the four remaining ships by the infantry, as were the dead. Squad leader Okn`kas somewhat sorrowfully confirmed that everyone was aboard, knowing what would happen next. The primary reactor of the station had an unfortunate malfunction, one in a trillion chance, that led to a chain reaction throughout the entire place. No survivors. Tragic. Convenient, since that was all the witnesses taken care of. When Thomas woke he was still missing a third of his head. Medical nanites only worked so fast after all. There had been no point in his waking up before then since he was in a cell inside a faraday cage surrounded by shaped charges linked to motion sensors. He could have burrowed out via nanites, but that¡¯d be slow. Why do that when, assuming predicted timing held, they were about to be let out? Okn¡¯kas opened the Faraday cage and then unlocked the interior cell. His face was inexpressive and his motions were a bit jerky. Not so much as to arouse suspicion, but certainly unpracticed. The explosives were disconnected. He stood at attention before Thomas and his vocal cords and facial muscles were unlocked, but his lungs were still carefully controlled to limit the volume of speech. ¡°W-what are you doing to me?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Thomas said, ¡°I¡¯m interrogating you, or at least getting there. As for what¡¯s happening to you? Some of that smoke washed over you and we¡¯re pretty good at nanobots. You can figure it out.¡± ¡°Oh no. No nonono.¡± ¡°Yes. Now, first question. These ships have comms shut off, how are they communicating?¡± ¡°What are you going to do to me?¡± Okn¡¯kas¡¯s face was showing the terror they felt. ¡°That depends on how cooperative you are. I could be merciful, or I could make your body digest itself. Or worse; I¡¯m sure I could come up with something. Now answer the question.¡± ¡°Courier shuttles. P-please don¡¯t hurt me.¡± ¡°Who do you work for? Why did you attack me?¡± ¡°We¡¯re a mercenary company. I don¡¯t know who the client is. We were just supposed to capture a human, a live one preferably. Why am I not panicking more?¡± ¡°Synthesis of calming and obedience-inducing pheromones. Your species is the reason you were selected out of your squad. What¡¯s the name of this company? What¡¯s the name of the captain of this ship?¡± ¡°T-the name translates to Solar Eclipse I think. Their name is Haamal.¡± ¡°Hm. Any more information you can give me?¡± ¡°I-I don¡¯t know anything. I¡¯m just a squad leader.¡± ¡°Oh well.¡± And with that Okn¡¯kas died. The body kept standing though, no reason not to keep it around. Following such, a practically invisible mist started flowing from Thomas¡¯s pores. A large portion of the crew was quickly infected, but a sturdier than usual bulkhead did appear, and when it was opened finally did the automated systems of the ship detect something was off. The mercenaries had no idea that their ship had been rigged with nukes, just in case, and as such Thomas was reduced to smithereens, alongside the entirety of the ship. And though Thomas was irrecoverable, some of the tiny agents of vengeance had already been drifting to the other ships, the area between them kept at the same warp level by the ships¡¯ synchronized warp cores. >Central computation connection lost, switching to distributed swarm intelligence. >User killed, enacting vengeance, three targets available. And when they landed on the three remaining ships, it boded nothing positive for the inhabitants. People and unnecessary ship sections alike were disassembled for raw materials, and more nanites and microbots were made. The nukes were disarmed and shortly thereafter only the bridge crew of each ship was still alive. On each ship a scene was enacted, the vocal cords or species analog of a bridge crew member taken control of, and passwords demanded from the rest. Those who refused were not killed but rather forced to watch as their flesh sloughed off, starting from the extremities. Those who gave the requested information were killed painlessly. The microbots had a mission and they had no use for the attackers¡¯ pleas. When as much information was extracted as feasible everyone was killed and the ships set off for human space. The information would be of interest to the remaining 34,651,754,873 humans. It was, after all, the first time in over a decade that a human had died. A brief look at Sam showing up. The Union¡¯s main ambassador to the TGC was in his office when an aide entered a bit hurriedly. ¡°There¡¯s a problem. The Mataal Warbands have decided that ¡®the humans are a worthy opponent,¡¯ and have declared their intent to begin raiding the TGC.¡± The ambassador was silent for a moment, then laughed for several. /*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ ¡°So, to clarify, your ship¡¯s warp core had failed and you were stranded in the middle of nowhere. You were rescued by a human in a battleship they called a personal shuttlecraft.¡± ¡°That is correct.¡± ¡°They had their fabrication bays make one of the ship you had been on before, from scratch, for every person aboard?¡± ¡°That is correct.¡± ¡°And then they gave your then fleet a ¡®skipgate boost¡¯ in the direction of here.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°The name on the ship was what exactly?¡± ¡°Three Trenchcoats In A Trenchcoat.¡± /*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ ¡°We¡¯ve been declared war upon? Again?¡± Asta Noscerdas, the somewhat nominal leader of the TGC military was rather bemused. She had figured one weapons demonstration probably wouldn¡¯t be enough. Then Taylor Huce happened, alongside the end of the Bineeks Republic, and Asta figured that no further demonstration would be required for quite some time. ¡°The Mataal Warbands. Heavily isolationist, heavily militarist. Our best guess is that they literally haven¡¯t gotten the news yet of ¡®do not fuck with us.¡¯¡± ¡°And they¡¯re not part of the Union?¡± ¡°Union and Warbands have been at each other¡¯s throats for some time now. Union could destroy them if they actually worked together, but Union is pretty much a slightly less effective version of the UN of ye olden times, so that¡¯s not happening.¡± ¡°Huh. Well then, time for another demonstration.¡± /*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ The dean of that university shuddered. They paused, staring into space, for a solid few minutes, before starting to type.
  1. No haunted houses.
/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ ¡°I suppose I don¡¯t see any particular reason that project can¡¯t be duplicated in its current state and deployed.¡± /*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ Tyler Harbat was somewhat known for disproportionate revenge. He escalated things a lot, in other words. He had been on a ship, not his ship mind you, just a ship, with some not-very-durable friends. When it comes to piracy, the general expectation is that the robbed are left a shuttlecraft from their ship so that they can at least get back to civilized space. If they were to just be killed, then the next group would fight like their life depended on it, rather than their cargo. Sometimes, however, stuff goes wrong. Someone doesn¡¯t get enough sleep, something malfunctions, what have you, there¡¯s a lot that can go wrong even on a vessel that¡¯s not being boarded. ¡°Wakey wakey! It''s a beautiful day. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and you kids are in a hell of sorts.¡± Tyler was back on his ship. Several of the captives tried to cry out but their vocal cord analogs had been paralyzed, leading to their exhalations being only that. Tyler told his ship to make him a scalpel. He didn¡¯t specify a material so stainless steel was selected. An ingot of such was taken out of storage, a smaller section cut off of it, and a scalpel milled out of that section. The shavings were collected and tossed into storage for scraps of that material, to be recast when enough was collected. The other part of the ingot was tested for microfractures, distortion, et cetera, before being cleared to be used for something else in the future and set aside. ¡°See, I¡¯m rather displeased with you lot. I don¡¯t know what you actually did, I imagine blowing everything up wasn¡¯t your goal, but my friends were on that ship. I don¡¯t make new friends easily.¡± The finished product was sterilized before being picked up by a drone, speed of flight aided by bursts of air from the walls along the way, and flung correctly aligned into his waiting hand in a total of fewer than six seconds. ¡°Now, I could just kill the lot of you.¡± He ever so slightly pressed the blade against the neck of mook #1, drawing a thin trickle of blue blood before setting the scalpel to the side. ¡°But that would just be wasteful.¡± The captives, still only half-conscious, realized one after another that he was walking and they were moving alongside him, strapped down to some sort of motorized gurney. It didn¡¯t take long for them to see that they were moving to the section labeled MedBay. ¡°I¡¯m going to assume you¡¯ve heard about how the TGC is trying to adapt some of our augments to be compatible with all the other sapients we¡¯ve suddenly come across,¡± Tyler swept his hand across the crowd, ¡°beings with very different physiology, and definitely very different genetics. One of the problems is a lot of the more obsolete designs have been lost, and we¡¯ve been working on these sorts of things for humans for some time now, so there¡¯s something of a tech gap.¡± The MedBay door opened and they continued forth without pausing.¡° Back when the vast majority of humanity was under the aegis,¡± he sneered, ¡°of the Conglomerate, a lot of the progress in such fields was made via completely unethical experimentation on subjects that were in no way willing.¡± He swept his gaze across his captives. ¡°Unfortunately for you, I am rather displeased with you.¡± It would be a bit over sixteen days before the last of the captives finally perished to a fatal case of feathers growing in the alveoli. /*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+ ¡°You appear to be flying,¡± Wooster said with a bemused expression. Tyrese had a look on his face that could just barely not be categorized as smug. ¡°That I do.¡± ¡°The gravity is at standard and I don¡¯t see any cables suspending you.¡± ¡°Correct.¡± ¡°Magic?¡± ¡°Magic.¡± Wooster rolled his eyes. ¡°Ok but how though?¡± Wooster¡¯s implants received a bit of text. //spell has 11x+9 inputs where x equals num of regions //look into having positions of enclosed regions update w/i spell rather than through inputs define m(n){return (10^abs(input[n]))*input[n];} //the mana saved by ^ isn¡¯t very much, may just remove define regionSel(n){ centPoint = new Point(m(n+1), m(n+2), m(n+3)); if(input[n]){ return new EllipsoidRegion(centPoint, m(n+4), m(n+5), m(n+6), m(n+7), m(n+8), m(n+9)); //n+4 to n+6 for dim on each axis, n+7 to n+9 for rotating region This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. ??} shape = new RegConvexPolyArea(centPoint, ceil(m(n+4)), m(n+5), m(n+7), m(n+8), m(n+9)); //n+4 for num of vertices, n+5 for dist from cent to vertex, n+7 to n+9 for rotating area return shape * (shape.normal * m(n+6)); //n+6 for prism height } stuff = regionSel(10); i = 20; while(i
Then he hit the panic button.