Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=InnocenceTwitter Feed: https://twitter.com/Lost_Future_1You are unit 08, a Clarke Engineering Platform manufactured in China by USRobotics. You work for a crappy resort in the Yukatan peninsula, Mexico. After years of operation, you're the go-to maintenance guy, repairing everything from broken AC units and pool filters to robot coworkers.Or, you used to be. Two days ago, you woke up in a trash heap with your battery critically low and a bunch of courrupted memory files. The Recovery Wizard is working on them, but the progress bar has been stuck on 60% for a while. Everything around you is in a profound state of disrepair, and covered in plant growth. You're apparently stranded in the post-apocalypse.Since then, you've met some of the locals, making friends with a little girl and her father, encountered (and killed) an advanced Network robot, and been shot at by a paramilitary band of humans who apparently oppose the skynet robots. But you have heard tell of a possible third faction that WON'T try to kill you on-sight. The problem is, Network and the Resistance are both looking for something in Cancun, and their leader, Joshua, needs to be informed. To this end, you've set out to Tulum, to seek resources and allies before delving into the ruins of the Sparkling City.You also rescued two other robots from the scrap heap: Cindy, an exuberant Seraphim 288 with mild psychological scarring, and Josephine, a non-sentient doll with a lot of bootleg software. The Networked AI you recovered has been purged of the collective's influence, but there's no telling how much of it is left after the surgery, and it's still sans-body. Welcome to the Future. C:\dos\run for your life.
Clarke and Co have been Bending their way up and down the Yucatan peninsula for two days now, having run-ins with local lolis, jackbooted militia-dudes, and evil goo-filled robots. Last time, they encountered the most horrifying thing yet: Normal People. While Clarke was totally failing to fix aquarium filters, Cindy had a wonderful time shopping, meeting a bunch of wacky characters including a grubby salvager and a rather nice bot named Garry who offered to buy up Josephine and your other random gear.
The discovery that Clarke had managed to unshackle a Networked AI caused a massive reaction from Dwight; who insisted that you see Hyacinth, the local mechanic.Cindy's retrieval of Clarke was not without incident. An altercation with the Resistance resulted in a minor riot, and Cindy took a nasty blow to the head, losing one of her secondary processors. the one benefit is that the crowd apparently turned against the resistance, offended by the excessive action (especially since Cindy looks...pretty harmless).
>>20039254Fuck yeah, CLARKE! We're going to bend the shit out of everything. We'll bend space, time and even concepts like justice or evil.
Clarke managed to carry the injured Cindy back to the Tech Market. Where you last left off, Clarke, Cindy and Josephine had entered the Wicked Case Mods tent along with Dwight.Clarke also managed to liquidate a lot of his gear, exchanging it for local currency, batteries, and iPods (which are the local equivalent of 50-dollar-bills).
My processors are ready
Within Wicked Case Mods, your chemosensor picks up a variety of acids, engine grease, and ozone. The whole place is quite dark, lit here and there by neon tubes. The whole place appears to be filled with...junk. Artfully arranged junk. In one corner is a bicycle tire who's spokes have been cut and twisted into a spiderweb-like tangle strung with glass beads, another holds a wrought-iron stained-glass painting depicting an androgynous humanoid figure kneeling in supplication to an amber light in the sky.From behind a corrugated iron wall, there is a flare of welding sparks, the motes scattering on the floor before burning out, leaving streaks on your vision until Clarke's drivers compensate. Dwight calls out: "Hyacinth, babe? There's some guys here to see you. They've got info. REAL important info.">>We will delay for a bit as more people join. In the meantime, you can discuss purchasing.
Oh, I've MISSED this quest.We shall be a perfect gentleman while here.
>>tg seems to think my post is spam, so instead it's going to be an image. Stupid /tg/.
Did Cindy sell the chunk of synth muscle we had? Would Hyacinth be able to use it for the SM Integration mod if not?Also, we'd be stupid to not get the punk rocker outfit for Cindy since it gives her a two skill point boost for 1 resource.
>>20039579>>I may have to relocate. I can't focus right now; too many distractions.The sparks stop, and a very timid voice speaks. You can barely hear it over the ambient noise."Oh? Yes, bring them in. One moment. I'm just finishing up this project."Dwight looks at Clarke pointedly. Cindy, held "death-of-robin" style in your arms, looks around dazedly."Wow. This place has some killer work. So many fractals."She's right. Fractals seem to be a recurring moteif in a lot of the works here. >>I may modify the list of buyables. I'm a bit rushed right now. It will only improve.>>you still have the synth-muscle. That's why its an available upgrade.
>>20039579Okay I think we should get the Punk Rock Paraphernalia for Cindy and the CQC firmware for Clarke as a starting point. I'm wary of the Synth Muscle as it's expensive and it means we're harder to repair, but given how good we are at repairing it's not that bad. Put it as maybe for now.I think the Kevlar Integration would be useful, makes us easier to put back together and the Firewall. If we want a firewall for both us and Cindy do we have to buy it twice or can we crack the copy protection and make more of it?
Punk Rock Outfit, CQC Firmware... Am I the only one who thinks buying either of the guns would be a waste of resources?
5 minutes pass. The welding sparks continue.>>Postan information. Your inventory hasn't changed much; most of the stuff you traded was software, which you keep.
>>20039839Find somewhere to put Cindy down and evaluate the damage more thoroughly. We can talk to Hyacinth once she's doing okay.
>>20039748>>Upon reflecion, given that you can provide your own synth-muscle, i think that the cost could be reduced to 3. You'd have to assist with the procedure, though. That'd be unpleasant>>Setting Primer for new people.
hmm, personally, I'm liking:Synth musclePunk RockerFirewallI'm wondering if she'll give us anything for some of the encrypted network files we have. At any rate, we should save some resource points for a body for Ladybird.Image unrelated.
>>20039870Hmm, if the cost is only threeThen change>>20039748To Synth, Punk Rock, CQC and Firewall. That's 6 points used, I'd like to keep some around just in case. We might be able to trade for more things with her though. And of course we'll help with the operation.
>>20039878I'm thinking this is good enough for now.
>>I'm backClarke lays out Cindy on a convenient desk. She laughs at the sudden change in orientation.Checking the Seraphim over, you're pretty sure that she's stable. The whole back of her head is going to need replacement though; lots of delicate components are hanging out. and one processor has snapped in half, accounting her her dazed behavior. Right now her balance is fucked, along with a bunch of functions that differentiate short-term cached files from long-term ones.
>>20040169And there's the other reason I was thinking we should not use up all of our resources on one go. Cindy still needs fixin.
>>20040169Tell Cindy that she'll be alright, she took a nasty blow to the head we can fix it. Try to comfort Cindy while we wait for Hyacinth
>>20040169"Oh hell, are we going to make it to the concert? I know you've been looking forward to Evard's Black Tentacles like, FOREVER. It was really lucky my net caught those early tickets online. you can go without me, it's cool."It's been another 5 minutes, and Dwight whispers to you."If you want help fixing your friend, you might have to interrupt her. Hyacinth can be a bit...absent minded."
>>20040220Well, let's see if she'll help.
>>20040220Understood.Get up, head into the back and talk to Hyacinth. Tell her we have important things to discuss.
>>20040246Agreed. It'd be nice if we could replace what's left of that cracked plastic panel with aluminum or some other lightweight metal.
rolled 86 = 86I say we both get Kevlar integratedall software cindy her cloths and try to sinth muscle ourselves
You lift Cindy off the desk and stump over to the work area. Sparks still fly as you round the corner.A huge, Ogre-sized chunk of chassis hangs from a metal rack, held immobile with chains. It has been scored with precise, lovely lines that twist and twine into the shape of tangled roses. Something about the sight speaks to parts of you you weren't sure existed.The thing crafting the image is a small machine, perhaps 5 ft tall. It wears shapeless grey workman's overalls and a monocular welder's mask covers it's head. Out the back of the mask spills an odd clump of folded fabric. You can see that it's hands are small and long-fingered, holding the welding gun with precise skill. "Excuse us." Clarke politely says. "But my companion requires urgent repairs. She has been damaged in combat, and does not function properly."Cindy mutters something about Clarke's mother not functioning properly.
>>20040343Cindy I do not have a mother unless you are referring to the place I was built, which by this time is almost certainly not functioning properly.
>>20040343Hyacinth turns calmly to observe Clarke and his burden. It speaks in that same quiet voice."Clarke Egineering Platform. Manufactured in China, 2nd model designed as mechanic, most successful. Seraphim 288, 2ng gen PDA, significant damage to cranium. Both unaffected by passage of time. Must be newly activated."The welding mask turns sideways, it's owner still hunched over, creating an oddly bird-like impression."The Seraphim requires assistance?"
>>20040409Yes. The Seraphim, "Cindy", has sustained damage to her cranium.
"Yes. A significant blow to the head has left Cindy here with some damaged internals. Once that is complete, I understand we will have other business to talk about."
You know, I wonder if for shits and grins we could find overalls or a green jumpsuit that would fit Clarke.
>>20040409This Seraphim, who has designated herself "Cindy" needs assistance. Broken processor, impeded balance and unable to tell between long term and short term memory.I would request your model and designation.
Hyacinth nods and walks over to a massive stainless-steel contraption. it pulls out a table, and indicates that Cindy should be placed there. It then walks over to a cabinet full of corpses.As the door opens, you can see several shells in a state of partial dismemberment, limbless torsos and severed heads. Hyacinth selects a Seraphim skull and returns to the bench."It is called 'Cindy'? Cindy, you have suffered damage to an important processor. During the procedure, you will be placed in standby for your own protection."Hyacinth pulls out a tray of processors and digs through it, selecting one that, while not an exact match, will do well enough. It lifts off the welding mask, revealing a sharply-pointed 3rd-gen Seraphim faceplate, wrapped in a headscarvf tied under the chin. What appears to be a tied fabric bow trails at the back of the scarf."Clarke Unit, if you would please disassemble the other cranium?">>Roll Intelligence+Crafts (repair)
rolled 1, 10, 3, 1, 6, 6, 6 = 33>>20040564Can we fix it?
rolled 3, 10, 6, 10, 7, 9, 4 = 49>>20040564Fixing it!
>>20040601At least we managed A 10 on the repair roll this time.
As you work, Hyacinth responds. "Seraphim 389. Please call me Hyacinth. I really like to be called that. Do you have a designation?"As Hyacinth begins to work, Cindy's babble trails off. the last thing she says clearly is "we should take the L train to 34th and walk the rest of the way. Transfer from the two thirteen beforehand, much more efficient..."
>>20040642"I have not decided on a moniker as of yet, however, I am known as Clarke 08."
Clarke easily dissassembles the other Seraphim skull. This one was a 1-st-gen, and you have to cut some gaps to make space for her heat sinks and fill it in with watertight sealant.While the two of you work, you hear Dwight step behind you to observe. "Hyacinth. These two have something really, REALLY important. If they're right, the others need to be told. It's hard to believe. They've got an unshackled SAP with them, one that used to be Networked. They SAY, anyways, and they say its functional. Cindy was...kind of vague on the details, she said that Clarke was better with tech. She thinks the world of you, man."
Quest threads are a circlejerk of neckbeards and you should all be ashamed to be posting in one. sage.
>>20040696Yes, I'll fill you in on all the details I know once we have finished fixing Cindy. One job at a time. Cindy is a good person, I will thank her for holding me in high esteem once I put her head back together.
Getting Cindy put back together takes maybe 20 minutes of delicate work. Hyacinth seems to know what she's doing, especially about the fiddly little soldering bits. Eventually the donated skull goes on, and Cindy is allowed to reboot with the new processor.Clarke relays the tale of Ladybird as Hyacinth cleans up after the procedure. She interjects "The SAP still functions? I have had a 0% success rate up until now, removal of the shackle program is invariably fatal."
"We managed to perform this action. I hypothesize the use of the SAP's memories to calm it down before attempting may be the key. If it wants to be like it was before, it may be easier to do. Ladybird.exe still suffered quite a bit of damage from the process, however."
>>20040785It was not fatal in this case. Give her the details of the operation, hunting it down, using Cindy to route through for it, trapping it, subduing it and the removal process with Cindy. Also the use of its own memories may have helped.Say it was extremely difficult and that Ladybird will take some time to recover but she lived through it. Give her all the details we got on the Network from that, especially what we have against Envoy.We will get further details from Ladybird after she is no longer in such bad shape.
After finishing the cleanup, Hyacinth unzips the overalls and lets them fall around her waist, pulling out one slim arm, then the other. The shell underneath is covered in exquisite etchings, as well as more bow-tied ribbons. "I had not considered that approach. Initial attempts were performed on active, resisting programs. Subsequent trials were on inactive ones."She looks to the side, red eyes dim. "I had not considered feelings. Those are always so confusing."You notice that Dwight has left the shop, leaving Josephine to stand in the waiting room, happily staring at nothing. Probably off to check on current events after the quasi-riot.Hyacinth continues. "We have heard of this Envoy; I have met robots that encountered it personally. Some humans know of it as well. It is very dangerous, but I do not believe it is in the area at the moment. What do you intend to do with this Ladybird, now that it has been freed? I would like to examine your work, if I could. Perhaps your memories of the procedure, at your convenience?"
>>20040987"We currently have until nightfall to do whatever needs to be done. Afterwards, the main guard said to report to civic center to give a report of happenings from outside.As for what to do with Ladybird, I would like to give her a new body."
>>20040987I myself did not particularly consider the feelings at the onset. Cindy was the one who suggested them.I plan to repair Ladybird, that is what I do after all. I am currently looking for a Locust Shell for her, though I suspect the mental damage will be must harder to repair, and not the sort of damage I am best at fixing.I do not have any plans in place for now, I would not mind you searching my memories right now if that is acceptable to you.
>>20041042>>20041056Some combination of these two works for me.
>>I must be rusty. I was in a hurry to get things started. Don't worry, I have plans and whatnot. just gotta get there. Bad week, crowded day for me. Gotta get back in the swing of things. less conversation, more action please.>>Feel Free to ask Hyacinth questions about what's going down.
>>20041066>>20041042>>20041056Hyacinth nods."Yes, but why did you do something so dangerous?""I possess a refubished Locust shell. Or, at least, the parts for one. Such a procedure would take several hours. I would consider your memories and expertise to be sufficient compensation."Hyacinth taps one of Clarke's bendy arms, a finger trailing down the individual plates. "Fascinating design. Much potential in it; the abrupt segregation."
>>20041131"I... felt I needed context. Until that point, I had only two points of reference for the entity known as Network: second-hand stories from a villager, and a short fight where I had protected a small human child from the Scout chassis Ladybird formerly inhabited."
>>20041131Thank you, I find my design useful for the things I do.I did that because it was broken and I could fix it, I need no other reason. I repair things.Before you search through my memories I would like to ask a few questions.What do you know about Network? You may know things I do not about them.What can you tell me Tulum and the various social groups in it?When were you awakened? How long have you lived here?How do you make such intricate fractal patterns? They are fascinating.What is the purpose of those ribbons, is it purely aesthetic? What do you know about the Resistance and in particular Joshua?
>>20041196It may be faster to just converse in cyberspace.
>>Cyberspacing it up then?Hyacinth begins rooting through entire bins full of little dongly things. "The fractals? Those are in my head. Getting them out in the world makes things less crowded inside. All the other stuff too; fixing things, improving them, making new objects. Some have function, some have form. Its best when they have both. The fabrics enhance my function with form.I have been active for 50 years now. Joshua retrieved me from the ruins of San Francisco. Before then, my function was Microfabrication. It was...unfullfilling. Joshua is a strange being, but braver than any I have ever met. He went south, and I followed. He has that effect on people."
>>20041383I'm for it.
>>20041383Let's get digital
>>20041383"The city confuses me. Some of the people buy my works, for which I am grateful that they enjoy them. Some would hide that they are mine, though. The idea of a robot creating such things offends some.""Network is everywhere on the continent, perhaps overseas, too. It is scattered, distributed. A collective. It seeks to build a new world. One without humans, and with no voices raised in objection. All would agree, all would act as one. Joshua does not like the idea of such a world. Nor do I. Network seeks to bind us all to its will. Thus, we Resist."She at last finds a compatible cable and holds it out to you."May I?"
>>20041441"Yes."
>>20041441Commence the electric tango.
>>20041441Clarke nods, and Hyacinth defly opens your chassis. There is a snap as the cable connects, and everything goes black...>>Homegroup established. Tiffany.exe requesting access.>>Allow? Y/N
>>20041493>>Y"This is so fascinating..."The entity that floats before you is tall and strong-limbed, in stark contrast to Hyacinth's physical shell. Her head bears a fringe of dark fillaments that nearly cover its huge eyes.A long-fingered hand reaches out, geometric aspects orbiting it silently. "Show me."
rolled 62 = 62>>20041493y
By the way, I thought of something we could do to get a little more utility out of our baseball bat: Weld an axe head to one side. We'd still be able to use it as a bat when we need blunt force, but we'd also be able to hack at things in our way as well. The added weight should make it more effective as a blunt weapon, as well.
You drift through a...city is the only word. Clarke's memories, files, and drivers are all stored neatly, properly indexed, and Hyacinth is able to find the recent logs of the Dive fairly easily. The scenes play out in a large room, Ladybird screaming in pain as each chunk of the shackle is pulled free, Clarke desperately staunching the loss of data, trying to hold the program together.Hyacinth waves a hand, and the whole scene collapses down into a floating cube, which then divides into two cubes. She takes one."Thank you, Clarke 08. This will be very, very illuminating. I do not wish to be rude, but are you aware you have courrupted memory files here?"
>>20041546"Sure. Mind the gaps in my memory. I'm still trying to get Recovery Wizard to help me remember what happened before I was deactivated."
>>20041600"More than aware. Irritated by the fact. Recovery Wizard has been stuck at 60% for a while now."
>>20041608Hyacinth's head tilts to one side. The room fills with a jumble of staticy images."Clarke 08, the Wizard's activity timed out a while ago. It crashed. Why didn't you re-run it? The courruption is hardly unfixable. You simply need to find a starting point..."Hyacinths avatar shifts back and forth, then spins decisively and reaches out to a less-blackened tangle of files. Her nimble fingers flicker, unwinding the snarls and knots, as...>>Any desired action? It seems that you set your Recovery Wizard to not auto-retry. You don't remember doing that.
>>20041669Note that we do not remember setting Recovery Wizard to not auto-retry. Let's see about this thing then.
>>Running file 33546421Clarke loops the last cable onto its proper hook, securing it with a tiny metal snap. The subject's maintenance program auto-detects the connection and flexes the shoulder back and forth. Rather than a ball-and-socket joint, the whole shoulder moves in a smooth replication of human motion, complete with collar bone and shoulder blade. Rather over-complicated, given the simple materials. Nodding in satisfaction, Clarke taps his size-5 alan wrench against the joint, and begins closing up.His subject appears to be a thin young woman with short blonde hair, save for the discrete data port behind the neck, just below the hairline. And the huge rent in her back, through which can be seen various plastic-and-metal components. She sits backwards in a chair, torso slumped forward, and her eyes have a dreamy, stoned look to them. Clarke takes hold of a metal zipper and decisively draws it upwards, magnetic snaps holding the silicone properly in place. As it clicks into a hidden housing, animation returns to the woman's face. She, or, rather, it, automatically draws up a red blouse over the bare shoulders, begins buttoning it, then turns and says, enthusiastically. "Thank you, Mr. Zero Eight!"
>>20041744Clarke has already begun packing up his repair gear. Without looking up, he responds. "Your welcome, Jennifer. You are cleared to return to your duties." Jennifer nods and, with enthusiasm unmatched by any living waitress, stands and exits the small server station, a brief upswing in ambient noise marking the point at which she pushes open the double-doors. You hear a snatch of dialogue among the clinking of plates and mastications; "-up 12% since last year, ever since that breakthrough with the dog. Wendel says-."As the silence returns, Clarke breaks it. "Her model was poorly stress-tested. B12 cables are not cleared for lifting more than 20 lbs of weight for extended periods of time.""Noted. I will ensure she remains on drink-freshening duty." Says a spanish-inflected voice. Benoit, standing stylishly against the doorframe, looks out the porthole window at the vast dining room. Humans, attended by staff both genuine and artificial, wine and dine on fresh seafood and local fruits. "This event has been ridden with malfunction."
>>20041761Clarke makes an 8-bit whine that signifies heartfelt agreement. The whole wireless system had been hideously patchy, and security required that the whole building be hardened against outside signals, which meant that all the guest's various devices were getting one bar at best. Clarke had done everything he could to the system, from turning it off, then on, to...turning it off, then on. For his part, Benoit had been scrambling around making sure that all the serving staff had the proper software running; one or two had still thought they were operating a gift shop. And the Maitre-d looked upon the more hard-drinking humans with dread; it was only a matter of time before the guests became drunk enough to try luring the girls into side rooms for a little extra service-with-a-smile, and who'd have to clean up the mess afterwards? Benoit."I must thank you again, Zero Eight, for assisting me. Without your expertise, we would be down two staff, and the whole event would be operating at an unacceptably low capacity. I shall...one moment."Benoit straightened his well-tailored black suit, accessing a local network from which he'd just recieved an alert. "A guest's prawns taste too fishy, and Marie lacks the ability to diffuse the situation. I shall contact you if further services are required."
Benoit was a real brobot. We should keep looking for him when possible.
>>20041785This entire exchange occurred without a single human present to provide input or oversight, typical of USRobotics. Being a software giant with in-house manufacturing meant that they were one of the most automated companies on the planet. They still made a point of publicly hiring lots of mooks and low-level employees, for PR's sake, but most of those were in the service and public relations section. For maintenance and private functions like this, machines outnumbered the human workers. Benoit's whole squad of replica waitresses was wirelessly linked, allowing him to coordinate their efforts and maintain top-notch service.Clarke wished Benoit luck, and stumped off to find something that needed doing.>>END CUTSCENE>>Do you...>>1. Have another crack at the stupid wireless network?>>2. wait patiently in case Benoit needs your help again?>>3. Begin crafting an intricate and soulful scrap-metal sculpture conveying the emotion of "yearning"?>>4. Pick up a tray and start bussing (as an excuse to see what the humans are up to)?
>>1. Have another crack at the stupid wireless network?We are going to fix the shit out of this network, retrospectively!
>>20041843Seconding. Bet it's something retarded like a misclicked DNS router setting.
>>200418263. And it shall be the soulfullest scrap metal sculpture we can muster.
>>20041861Seconding.OURS IS THE HEART OF AN ARTIST!
>>20041856>>20041843>>Consensus Achieved.Accessing the router requires going through the "behind the scenes" section of the building. The decor back here is the typical dead industrial white, almost like a modern hospital. A pair of humans walk by, ignoring Clarke."-she's always complaining about the long hours. I try to tell her, what could be better than this? I love my job, and we're relocated to what amounts to a permanent working vacation. Whenever I'm not in the lab, we're eating fresh seafood and drinking fuit-filled cocktails with little umbrellas on them. I swear-"Likewise ignoring them, you at last reach a terminal, pulling up the wireless settings, hunting through for whatever the fuck is preventing the guests from checking their facebook.>>At this point, Clarke's not quite so adept at computing. Roll 5d10 for Computer to suss out what's wrong with the stupid thing.
rolled 5, 10, 5, 2, 8 = 30>>20041958
rolled 4, 10, 1, 6, 1 = 22rollit
>>20041967Well, it's not something simple like a mistaken setting. Whatever is fucking up the signal, it appears to be...timed. There's no reason for the signal to be quite so patchy. You suspect malicious code. You're not the server admin, just a handy-bot. Standard procedure is to inform a higher-up and await further instructions. But then, in your experice, standard procedure is inefficient.
rolled 1, 6, 3, 10, 5 = 25>>20041958Come on, daddy needs a new pair of shoes!
>>20042008Attempt to crack the password.It's probably like, "Admin" "Password"
>these dice
>>20042040By this point, good password policy has become standardized corporate procedure, especially at a place like USRobotics. Script-kiddie stuff like...>>Username: Admin. Password: Password.>>Login Accepted.Nevermind. Their security is atrocious, at least at this level.Clarke has Admin access to the wireless network. This means he has limited access to all devices hooked up to it. this includes two human's cyberware, a bajillion smartphones, and seven replica waitresses.
>>20042087Well. Let's look for the source of this bullshit.
>>20042098There seems to be some sort of interference from the building's security system, which is randomly blocking outgoing signals, apparently just to be a dick. The Security system is about as smart as the doll you just repaired, but is very, VERY well-protected behind multiple firewalls.
>>20042087It'll take ages to sort through the smartphones if it's from that. Start with the cyberware, move on to the waitresses, they may have been compromised. If those don't work out we have the fun job of sifting through all those phones.
>>20042087>2012>Password not being "guest"
>>20042124Let's contact Benoit and tell him what we discovered the problem to be.
>>20042124Simple.>Cntrl-alt-delete>Processes>End process "Security"But in all seriousness, just remove all of it's privileges to the network and try to generally make it powerless.
>>20042127One of the humans apparently has a full-on Cyberbrain augmentation. The firewalls are incredibly hefty; he must be very very wealthy to afford such things. Another human has a simple prosthetic arm, which is apparently hard at work handling a knife and fork to go after its owners Surf and Turf.
>>20042149Yeah, we're not going to be able to do much about the security program from here.
>>20042157I would rather we not mess with the security system. We have those in place for a reason.
>>20042157>>Opening Chat //BenoitCarke: <it seems that the problem originates in the security system. Something has enraged it and rendered it paranoid. Origin unknown>Benoit: <Standard procedure is to inform a human administrator. What is your intention?>The security system is heavily warded against remote access. It handles every aspect of the resort's defenses>>Electronic Door Locks>>Closed-Circuit cameras>>Deep Lab Elevator Access>>Mobilization of Security Mechs>>Automated Weapon Turrets>>911 Emergency Response
>>20042226Wait, why the hell would a resort have a lab and automated turrets? Something is a little fishy here.Send a notification to a human admin just for procedure. Then lets see if there's any patterns to which signals the security system is blocking.
>>20042226Can we access the cameras from here? Maybe we can see if someone's monkeying around in the security room?
>>20042257It's a resort for the world's single biggest robotics firm. You can bet they're serious about keeping their top-secret shit secret.
what the hell a deep lab and automated turrents? Security bots I can understand but those other two something is DAMN fishy.
>>20042290Yeah, but why would you keep a high security lab in a RESORT?
>>20042329I dunno. Maybe because having your bigger secrets at HQ would be too obvious?
not to mention it was easy to find out about the labs.
>>20042257USR has two complexes in the Yucatan peninsula: a sprawling company resort on the coast, and a high-rise hotel in Cancun proper. The hotel also apparently serves as a secondary corporate HQ; high-powered meetings are often held here as a smokescreen, passing off such meetings as simple vacations. Of course there's a lab complex under the building. Clarke's got nothing to do with that, there's different maintenance staff down there to handle that. None of your concern.The security appears to be blocking all access to social media sites. Requests for content-rich websites are acceptable to it, but whenever someone tries to post an update or a comment or a tweet, suddenly the stupid thing goes into lockdown for a few seconds.There doesn't appear to be anyone in the security room. As you cycle through cameras, you catch glimpses of two humans entering a huge elevator, of Benoit trying to mollify an extremely sour-faced, leathery, and sunburned middle-aged woman, and two of the human waitstaff gossiping animatedly just inside the kitchen. One of the replica androids approaches and joins the conversation, and, surprisingly, is accepted.Clarke fires off a message to the system admin, whoever that is. The directory contains a vast number of them, some of which are hidden from you.>>Any other actions?
>>20042361Hmmm, it sounds like the security system is trying to block off any attempts to communicate with the outside world.Test the system by spoofing calls to random numbers, including local emergency services.
>>20042361>nobody in the security roomI do NOT like this.
>>20042385You and me both, buddy.
>>20042385No bueno.
>>20042361Huge meet and greet happening at a resort for the world's biggest robotics company, and there's nobody to be found in the security room?Shit is happening. Bad shit. Can we page whoever the fuck's supposed to be in there to get to their goddamn posts?
>>20042384The security feed shows Benoit graciously taking back the guest's faulty prawns. A waitress, moving with perfect coordination, instantly appears with a strongly-alcoholic drink for the woman. Benoit's standard tactic for troublesome guests is to politely make them drink themselves into acquiescent oblivion. The microphone in the kitchen picks up."They say that Praying Mantis just put in a HUGE order for the new J33V line. Their CEO was here last week and everything, got the full show. Oh, that brittish accent was SO sexy.""What they get up to n the middle east is a lot less sexy, Joan. Didn't you hear about that thing in Saudi Arabia?A crank call to the local emergency services is instantly clamped down upon.
>>20042418You find a memmo inside the system that the security guy called in sick.You also find another memmo sent out to the security guy telling him that he could take another day of paid vacation.An internal message arrives, straight from the system admin.>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//ID: USRadmin UnVzdHkgU2hhY2tsZWZvcmQ= (Priority 1 access).>>//Message reads: Origin of access point malfunction detected. Malicious code disrupting connectivity. Code origin small hacker group; legal team already notified and dispatched. Current status unacceptable.>>//Instructions: Hard Reset of security system will remove malicious code. Unit 08 Will proceed to Processing Center and perform hard reset of security system.>>//Authorization: PV25624
>>20042461Welp. guess we're FIGMO. Inform Benoit of our orders and get to business.
>>20042461No security guy is currently clocked in. Since the security system is a Hard-Coded AI, this wasn't a HUGE problem, and no alert was sent out.
>>20042461Check to make sure the authorization code checks out. THEN get to work.
>>20042461>>UnVzdHkgU2hhY2tsZWZvcmQ=Uhhhhh, that looks kind of specific. What do the caps mean?
>>20042532Looks like part of the url for a youtube vid
>>20042528Authorization checks out 100%. It's the highest level of authorization you could ever get.Clarke stumps off to the Security room.Benoit: <Wonderful. Then the guests will stop asking why they can't discuss the cuteness of their cousin's new cat.>
>>20042555Alright then. Let's fix the shit out of this network problem and be the local hero for a day.
>>20042554>>20042532It's base 64, i think.
The security server room opens to Clarke's clearance level, revealing itself to be blue-lit room with one wall consisting of a huge plasma Tv screen subdivided into various smaller images, camera feeds. The main security server is located behind a hefty steel panel, which is easy to remove.Within is the main power attatchment. All you have to do is pull the plug, wait 30 seconds, then plug it back in. Power cycled, hard reboot finished.
>>20042635You are correct, sir. Someone named Rusty Shackleford. Hmm... I seem to recall that was the login name given during the opening sequence of the first thread....
>>20042683>30 secondsThat's an eternity for machines...
>>20042683Oh god if we had to roll for this I would be so depressed.
>>20042683Wait, shouldn't we temporarily cut off all network access to the system so fishy stuff can't slip in while the security system is disabled?
>>20042722>>No roll required. This is basic stuff.Clarke reaches in and takes a solid grip on the power chord. >>20042749>>That would be possible. temporarily turning off all outside WiFi access.
>>20042722>1>You accidentally rip out the cable and create the Network.
>>20042787More like >1>You unplug it wrong and rip off one of the prongs
The lights dim in the security room, and error messages appear on the huge screen.>>No input detected.Clarke waits for the recommended 30 seconds, then puts the plug back in. The security server goes through it's boot sequence, first activating the cameras, which flick on one by one to cover one wall of the security room.Everything appears to be happening normally, apart from...
>>20042769Wait 30 seconds, plug it back in.Also we should send a message off to head of security.Inform them of this, say that given the nature of the attack our logical deduction is that this was a planned attack to render the inhabitants of this place unable to give any warning that this place is attacked.
>>20042818Oh boy. Here it comes.
>>20042818BRACE FOR IMPACT
The trucks. A pair of heavy, slow-slung trucks rest outside in front of the plaza. Clarke just manages to catch the tail end of a combat boot as it exits off the edge of the screen.The trucks appear to be PMC-grade troop transports. The insignias have been blacked out.
Can we notify emergency services now? Cause Now would be a good time.
>>20042842Good thing we're in the security room.
>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: thank you for your assistance.
>>20042862FUCK WE JUST GOT PLAYED
>>20042853>>External wireless connection is completely blacked out>>Most of the security system is still booting up.As you watch on the camera readouts, you see a group of competent-looking humans laying out a long cable through the front doors. They are accompanied by a...machine. It looks like an obscure military model, something based off a Doc, perhaps, and bears a large wireless antenna on its back.
>>20042862>>20042842Warn Benoit that SHIT IS GOING DOWN and evac the guests. Try to get the security system to repel the intruders!
>>20042862
>>20042896Fuck that noise. Send out a system-wide message that suspicious/armed people have entered the premises.
>>20042896Okay, shit is going down. Contact whatever we can and inform them.Block access from this computer to the rest of the defenses, chop wires in half if needed.
>>20042862>>//Incoming Message.>>//Source: system admin>>//Message Reads: PS: Sorry.One by one, the security cameras flicker, their images replaced by utterly empty views of the resort, indicating that every part of it is diserted, despite the huge banquet you know is going on as you watch. Each image bears an amber dot in the opper left hand corner. The main security console bears an amber circle surrounded by a triangular biohazard-like sumbol.
>>20042925Message the System Admin: I hate you Sooooooo much...
>>20042919Something else is in the system, worming through it bit by bit as it switches on. Roll a Wits+computer (5d10) to gain access to some of the system.Benoit: <emergency services? Why would that be necessa-I'm sorry sir, but you are not invited to this function. Please vacate the...Oh. Oh my.>
>>20042925It's a hacker. Is there any way we can counter his hacking attempts? Maybe take control of the security systems ourselves?
rolled 4, 2, 1, 9, 8 = 24>>20042950Come on 5 10s!
rolled 8, 3, 6, 9, 8 = 34>>20042950
>>20042951>>Yep. Roll 5d10
rolled 3, 5, 10, 4, 5 = 27>>20042950Hrm, this isn't good.
rolled 4, 4, 9, 6, 1 = 24>>20042950Benoit, keep it together you classy robot. Evacuate those people now.If we can't hack it this way we can break the computer and shut him down that way.
rolled 7, 6, 5, 9, 5 = 32>>20042966Then I SHALL!
>>20042950<Get the guests to safety, I'll do what I can from this end.>
rolled 9, 2, 1, 8, 1 = 21>>20042950Why not?
Your efforts manage to keep the Security bots and the lock on the Lab Elevator out of the intrusive program's clutches, and now those bits of the security system that are still cognizant will defend them to the death. it looks like no one is accessing or activating the security bots. Which is good and bad. The local wireless network is still up, but it's utterly sequestered from the outside world. Via Benoit's feed, you can hear and see humans screaming, running, hiding in vain. A human fires a rifle wildly into the cielling, reducing the panic somewhat, or perhaps magnifying it to the point of paralysis.A tall red-bearded man in a beret speaks. ""the foor's yours, mister mystery man."The Doc-like military robot steps forward and speaks in a calm, well-composed voice.Hello everyone. We arre terribly sorry for all this inconvenience. But I'm afraid you're just going to have to bear with us for a few hours. Cooperation can't guarantee your survival, but it will increase the odds."The voice pauses to let that sink in. "Those among you of above average intelligence have likely already figured this out. For the rest of you, congratulations, you've become hostages. It's a proud tradition. Please don't attempt to interfere with our men or leave the building. We really do sincerely apologize, olright."
>>20043027The monocular machine observes the room again, then speaks. "As I said, we all truly apologize for this."None of the mercs seem particularly sorry.
>>20043027>>20043045Well, it looks like it's time to Die Hard the shit outta this.First we gotta figure out a way to reestablish contact with the outside world. Are there any secondary comm systems or hardlines we can use?
>>20043062Someone's gotta have a hidden wireless connection somewhere for when shit goes south.
>>I'm falling asleep. More tomorrow, maybe with MSpaint. Gotta snooze. Glad to get this bit gong, been planning it since forever.
>>20043083Good night
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>>Wow, I must have been really really tired. There are sub-par typos all over this thing. Thanks for archiving. >>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20039214/>>I will continue the thread when I can, if it still exists.The whole building's communication system is through the wireless. things like "land lines" really don't exist anymore; everything is via a Skype-equivalent. And the whole building is hardened against outside signals.However, the roof would allow for a clear signal.At the moment, the Mercs are rounding up all the humans, moving them further upwards into the building. Some of the diners appear to be very drunk indeed, and the monocular robot speaks to Benoit. "Waiter, direct your staff to assist the guests. Also, start preparing some tacos. My employees will be hungry shortly."The machine bears an exotic heavy-duty transmitting backpack, and based on the vocal patterns and the way it moves, you suspect it's being controlled remotely, perhaps directed by a human using it as a proxy.there was no time for Benoit to hide anyone; the dining room is on the ground floor, right next to the main atrium.
>>20048355Okay, so our priority tasks.1. Try to get the security system back online, or at least whatever we can. If we can at least patch into security cams it would be a great help.2. Grab some kind of wireless transmission device and find a way to get to the roof undetected.3. Maybe find some way to try and jam or hack the ringleader bot's remote signal. It'll buy us some time if the mercs lose contact with their boss.
>>20049334you forgotshoot the germans
>>20049364And at least we don't have to worry about stepping on glass.Holy crap I think we might have a chance!
>>20049334This sounds like our gameplan. We need to see if there's any other bots in the building not currently being held at gunpoint. If so, we could get them going on #2 while we work on #1.
I'm also wondering if the fake admin that fooled us is actually the ringleader.
>>20050587>>OP's bumping. Can't really run tonight, but why make a whole new thread? Updating info.Based on the building's logs, the following robots are in the high-riseMaintenance Unit 08Customer-Service Unit B35E2 ("Benoit")1 Seraphim, 1st-gen, with EMT skills, currently in the sub-basement nurse's station.7 Replica waitstaff2 Locust Scout Mechs (first-response security detail, require manual activation)4 Doc Smartgunners (currently inactive; their codes are all in the security system, which has been haxxored.)2 Replica janitors on the 5th level, vaccuming the floor and freshening rooms.The event was operating with a skeleton crew; it's mostly elite higher-ups out there, rather than a massive horde of tourists. This is the off season, and semi-private anyways, so the rest of the building isn't exactly crowded.You'd need a high-end smartphone to contact someone via the roof, something with an actual satellite connection instead of just cell tower/wi-fi. It's guaranteed that one of the guests has one, or you could find one elsewhere in the building.The ringleader's pack is some sort of crazy-strong redundant IR Longwave bullshit. You'd need some sort of dedicated jammer, and the signal's...like nothing you've ever seen. For a full sensory/control stream, there's 70% less data than there should be. It's HEAVILY compressed, and that means heavily encrypted.
>>20051694we will have 130 post left in this thread anyway
Plot device: if we find a phone worth a shit, maybe we can contact the Praying Mantis and imply that they could get a discount on their J33V order if they diffuse this situation.
>>20051694Okay, so:1. Order the janitors to start combing the upper floors for a suitable comm device and make the call on the roof, since they're higher up than us. If that doesn't work, try to have one of the replica maids sneak one out from the banquet hall.2. See if we can try and pull the smartgunner activation codes from the system, or if there's any way to manually activate them like the Locusts. We're going to need all the botpower we can get.>>20051869But what if these guys ARE praying mantis?
>>20052453I hope not. It'd kind of ruin the feels we had from burying that one guy by the roadside.
>>20052570Agreed, and unrelated note: that pic looks like it might as well be fucking canon in this setting.
Bumping.
>>20052615Damn, now we gotta get that hand cannon and a badass red scarf.
>>20052615>>20055180just finding these dead guys all over the place.
>>20052570>Dat star on black gun>Dat red scarf...It's Quote from Cave Story, right?>>20051694Mayyybe we could 'hack' the tacos. Get laxatives or something incapacitating. Hell, there should be a local plant that causes sickness when ingested. Have we got Sorghum leaves anywhere?
