Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou'); /home/gbce/.Trash]
06-16-2011, 02:18 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
The turret stopped firing. All malicious physics props had been destroyed.
Amid the ruined code and debris of the upstairs section of the dollhouse, The GBCE had calculated a course of action. Below, the computer had concluded, Selvsetter, Parsley.exe, and Melissa were downstairs. Parsley.exe was about to fire a bolt of anti-virus bread at point blank range at Mellisa. The GBCE was currently calculating thirty seconds ahead, and it knew if its next course of action was not completed in time, Mellisa would be dead.
Now, normally, that sort of thing would not be important to the computer. However, the GBCE's chances of survival and endgame goals could be completed with a greater chance of success if it helped keep another contestant alive as long as possible. An ally, you could say.
There was no time to use conventional methods of movement. The turret began spinning again and aimed for the floor.
The GBCE, calculating thirty seconds ahead, had known this was the course of action it should take, and would take, so it did. It did not question the action, because there was no point in questioning it. It was fact, plain and simple. The GBCE had calculated this was to be its course of action, so it complied.
The turret fired down at the ground, slowly turning to make an arc, and then a circle. As the GBCE knew, the structural damage combined with the weight of the computer would be too much for the room to support.
Parsley.exe's simulated ears caught the sound of groaning above. His crossbow still pointed at Mellisa, he looked up quizzically.
"What-"
At which point a two ton computer came crashing down from above, landing in a nearby room.
The turret stopped firing. All malicious physics props had been destroyed.
Amid the ruined code and debris of the upstairs section of the dollhouse, The GBCE had calculated a course of action. Below, the computer had concluded, Selvsetter, Parsley.exe, and Melissa were downstairs. Parsley.exe was about to fire a bolt of anti-virus bread at point blank range at Mellisa. The GBCE was currently calculating thirty seconds ahead, and it knew if its next course of action was not completed in time, Mellisa would be dead.
Now, normally, that sort of thing would not be important to the computer. However, the GBCE's chances of survival and endgame goals could be completed with a greater chance of success if it helped keep another contestant alive as long as possible. An ally, you could say.
There was no time to use conventional methods of movement. The turret began spinning again and aimed for the floor.
The GBCE, calculating thirty seconds ahead, had known this was the course of action it should take, and would take, so it did. It did not question the action, because there was no point in questioning it. It was fact, plain and simple. The GBCE had calculated this was to be its course of action, so it complied.
The turret fired down at the ground, slowly turning to make an arc, and then a circle. As the GBCE knew, the structural damage combined with the weight of the computer would be too much for the room to support.
Parsley.exe's simulated ears caught the sound of groaning above. His crossbow still pointed at Mellisa, he looked up quizzically.
"What-"
At which point a two ton computer came crashing down from above, landing in a nearby room.