Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
06-26-2010, 01:56 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Before he returned to R&D, Xadrez found himself a terminal, in a sunny shade of yellow. The human form slid forward, to save the tactician from leaning all the way across his board to reach the keys. After a moment of staring in confusion at the array of letters, the black plate nudged forward a little as Xadrez wrapped his fingers around the terminal and dragged himself closer. Influence trickled through the machine, as the tactician went questing for the node he could possess to bypass the pesky keyboard. His investigations did not go unnoticed by the terminal, who chirped at the spirit:
"Greetings, citizen! Please desist from sticking your influence in my personality modulator, or you will rack up the treason points, yes indeezgh-aaaand it's my pleasure to fine you five milliurghghghghohgod please, I'm begging you, stop THAT YOU INSTANT, YOU FILTHY MAGGrrrrrrrror regrettably I will be forced to shatter that infrared support device of yours."
Purely by coincidence, at this point Xadrez had finished fossicking about in the terminal's circuitry, with his thoughts settled comfortably around the input field.
"Excellent. Now, how may I assist you today, you filthy mutant?"
Considering the formalities he knew about with responding to this device, Xadrez paused for a moment, glancing down at the PDC in the dark, before replying, requesting connection to Bill|G|888|5.
"Request confirmed. Sending request to Internal Communications Clearance Queue... Your request to connect to a higher-clearance officer has been added to the queue. Your request is number sixty-four in the queue. Thank you for your patience. Friend Computer wishes you a pleasant, untreasonous daycycle and recommends all Communists, mutants, and other treasonous scum fuck off and die."
For about half a minute, nothing happened other than a desultory flicker of the still-extinguished lights. Xadrez requested an update on his current position.
"Your request to connect to a higher-clearance officer is number sixty-five in thethethethethethe number one in the queue. Your request has been processed and denied. Further information about your request is above your clearanssssssssssssss-" the terminal's pleasant tones disintegrated into a rush of static as whatever program which was installed on the illicit PDC launched, Xadrez having unceremoniously jammed it into a side port around 'sixty-five' as per his mysterious teleporting benefactor's instructions. The glitchy text of the pair's recent conversation was wiped, replaced with a blinking cursor, which shortly fled from a growing string of letters.
Greetings.
How may I assist you, officer hazarded Xadrez. His thoughts bypassed the keyboard, appearing onscreen in a neat and orderly fashion beneath Bill's.
Oh, excellent. I'm pleased you're to the point. My friends and I trade in- a pause -information. You could, however, say our alternative currency is acclaim - something you've accrued quite a bit of with your latest exploits, Clone Xadrez.
That idly apathetic curiosity of his finally mustered in defence, Xadrez queried, how did you find out
We have our ways. And we believe it is worth our while to teach them to you.
But first we must know - how did you learn the moveset?
Of the Computer's Chesslike
Yes.
Xadrez considered explaining everything to the Phreak, but reconsidered. Familiarity. After what was probably an incredulous moment on Bill's end, the tactician added I studied the Computer's moves and theorised my own
But what do you want from me
If I understand this correctly, Clone Xadrez, you were decanted only recently, and you "theorised" the most sophisticated movesets in Chesslike?
Xadrez paused for a moment on the phrase 'decanted'. Yes
Did you not hack the database instead? Do not be concerned, Xadrez, I would never charge you with treason. We don't do that to our own.
The new terminology was finally confounding the tactician as he tried to figure out exactly what he had or hadn't done. On-screen, this manifested as a mess of question marks with several words of a technological nature drowning amongst the quandary.
Ah, yes. As you said, decanted recently. Allow me to explain for a Red like yourself. Friend Computer is omnipotent throughout the Complex.
Xadrez nodded - it was good to know, but unlikely considering the fact the two of them were having a conversation right here, right now. Yes
Friend Computer knows all, but His memories and secrets are scattered and concealed across Alpha Complex. The Computer Phreaks make a hobby of finding those secrets - the more protected and harder to access, the more /fun/.
Now this was finally interesting. The spirit was even begrudgingly grateful to Kracht. You can find out anything
That is partially correct. We can do so much more, Xadrez.
Teach me
Before he returned to R&D, Xadrez found himself a terminal, in a sunny shade of yellow. The human form slid forward, to save the tactician from leaning all the way across his board to reach the keys. After a moment of staring in confusion at the array of letters, the black plate nudged forward a little as Xadrez wrapped his fingers around the terminal and dragged himself closer. Influence trickled through the machine, as the tactician went questing for the node he could possess to bypass the pesky keyboard. His investigations did not go unnoticed by the terminal, who chirped at the spirit:
"Greetings, citizen! Please desist from sticking your influence in my personality modulator, or you will rack up the treason points, yes indeezgh-aaaand it's my pleasure to fine you five milliurghghghghohgod please, I'm begging you, stop THAT YOU INSTANT, YOU FILTHY MAGGrrrrrrrror regrettably I will be forced to shatter that infrared support device of yours."
Purely by coincidence, at this point Xadrez had finished fossicking about in the terminal's circuitry, with his thoughts settled comfortably around the input field.
"Excellent. Now, how may I assist you today, you filthy mutant?"
Considering the formalities he knew about with responding to this device, Xadrez paused for a moment, glancing down at the PDC in the dark, before replying, requesting connection to Bill|G|888|5.
"Request confirmed. Sending request to Internal Communications Clearance Queue... Your request to connect to a higher-clearance officer has been added to the queue. Your request is number sixty-four in the queue. Thank you for your patience. Friend Computer wishes you a pleasant, untreasonous daycycle and recommends all Communists, mutants, and other treasonous scum fuck off and die."
For about half a minute, nothing happened other than a desultory flicker of the still-extinguished lights. Xadrez requested an update on his current position.
"Your request to connect to a higher-clearance officer is number sixty-five in thethethethethethe number one in the queue. Your request has been processed and denied. Further information about your request is above your clearanssssssssssssss-" the terminal's pleasant tones disintegrated into a rush of static as whatever program which was installed on the illicit PDC launched, Xadrez having unceremoniously jammed it into a side port around 'sixty-five' as per his mysterious teleporting benefactor's instructions. The glitchy text of the pair's recent conversation was wiped, replaced with a blinking cursor, which shortly fled from a growing string of letters.
Greetings.
How may I assist you, officer hazarded Xadrez. His thoughts bypassed the keyboard, appearing onscreen in a neat and orderly fashion beneath Bill's.
Oh, excellent. I'm pleased you're to the point. My friends and I trade in- a pause -information. You could, however, say our alternative currency is acclaim - something you've accrued quite a bit of with your latest exploits, Clone Xadrez.
That idly apathetic curiosity of his finally mustered in defence, Xadrez queried, how did you find out
We have our ways. And we believe it is worth our while to teach them to you.
But first we must know - how did you learn the moveset?
Of the Computer's Chesslike
Yes.
Xadrez considered explaining everything to the Phreak, but reconsidered. Familiarity. After what was probably an incredulous moment on Bill's end, the tactician added I studied the Computer's moves and theorised my own
But what do you want from me
If I understand this correctly, Clone Xadrez, you were decanted only recently, and you "theorised" the most sophisticated movesets in Chesslike?
Xadrez paused for a moment on the phrase 'decanted'. Yes
Did you not hack the database instead? Do not be concerned, Xadrez, I would never charge you with treason. We don't do that to our own.
The new terminology was finally confounding the tactician as he tried to figure out exactly what he had or hadn't done. On-screen, this manifested as a mess of question marks with several words of a technological nature drowning amongst the quandary.
Ah, yes. As you said, decanted recently. Allow me to explain for a Red like yourself. Friend Computer is omnipotent throughout the Complex.
Xadrez nodded - it was good to know, but unlikely considering the fact the two of them were having a conversation right here, right now. Yes
Friend Computer knows all, but His memories and secrets are scattered and concealed across Alpha Complex. The Computer Phreaks make a hobby of finding those secrets - the more protected and harder to access, the more /fun/.
Now this was finally interesting. The spirit was even begrudgingly grateful to Kracht. You can find out anything
That is partially correct. We can do so much more, Xadrez.
Teach me
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow