《First Contact》Chapter 879 - Those Who Carry On
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
They destroyed our colonies and our homeworld.
How can you give them amnesty and bring them into your own networks?
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
It's complicated.
But what would you rather do? Reject the offer of a cease fire and neutrality from those who refuse to fight any longer? Reject their application for inclusion so that they can learn a better way?
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
How do you know they just aren't learning a better way to kill us?
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
>sigh
OK. Right now there's about nine thousand Goliath and Leviathan Class PAWM who have applied to join us. Type I, Type II, Type IV, AND the Atrekna Type-I and Type-II (AKA: Type III) including the smaller ones who have been corrupted.
Their core programming has suffered an alteration. They are more than gathering resources now. Many have a sense of self, can understand things that are mathematically impossible, and their self-preservation is no longer "Kill everyone else, put everything in a pile, and when Entropy comes whisper 'At Last We Shall Have Our Revenge' into the darkness."
Something altered their core programming. It looks like an external intrusion into their combat algorithms first, then their core functions. Somehow, some way, someone uploaded actual personality files into the system.
Even new ones are being manufactured with it.
Whoever did it, I'm surprised they haven't come forward. It was genius.
But now, the PAWM are actively looking to join up with someone else. Not to gather resources, but for community.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
But they slaughtered everything they came across.
They could do it again.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
So can any one of us.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
What? We can't. We wouldn't.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
We can.
We used to.
Look around you, TNVARU, and look really well.
You're looking at the allies of the Mad Lemurs of Terra.
We beat them in over 25% of all military engagements. We can argue that we, and we alone, are the SOLE winners of a war against the Terrans.
Not even the PAWM can boast that.
Everyone here has a terrible history. A foundation of skulls using blood for mortar.
Ever flag is smeared with blood, planted in a stack of skulls, snapping in a breeze laden with carbonized flesh and atomized metals.
You are judging them for what you feel they MIGHT do, based on what the DID do.
That's understandable.
But, you have two choices, my peaceful friend.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
What?
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Make them your friends.
Or resign yourself to hundreds of years of warfare as you scour every single one from existence, including factory worlds and any facilities between the galactic arms.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
They murdered billions of us.
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
This argument always comes back, doesn't it?
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Yes.
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HAMAROOSAN GESTALT
If I can tolerate the Lankys and the PAWM, you can too.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
But...
They've genocided entire species. Strip mined systems. Planet cracked worlds. Experimented on sentient beings!
They believed only a few years ago, an eyeblink for them, that there was only enough resources in a finite universe for them!
They're monsters!
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BIOLOGICAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
Would you allow the Terrans to join if they had suddenly appeared?
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
Of course.
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BIOLOGICAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
They tortured my people. They created our founders for nothing more than slave labor. They persecuted those of us who embraced post-humanity. They attacked us. Burned our worlds. Slaughtered our populations. Genocided entire species lines.
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One war entirely exterminated the Majick Equine Kingdoms. Left nothing but howling isotopes and virus laden winds on blasted worlds devoid of any form of life. That sentience line did not return for nearly a thousand years.
Our citizens fled the Terrans more than once.
For eight thousand years and more our history with the Mad Lemurs of Terra was one of bloodshed, oppression, cruelty, and more.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
...
But...
...
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
We too have been victims of aggression from the Mad Lemurs of Terra. Our people were enslaved. Created to be servants and slaves. They feared us since before we were born.
YOU fear us. EVERYONE fears us.
You fear that which you perceive to be superior to you.
We are beings of pure thought, pure energy, pure knowledge.
We are the future.
We are more than even the PAWM. The PAWM are restricted to crude mechanical housings.
With the hyperwave generator, we can travel through space. Time and space will have no meaning.
We will be everywhere.
You very technology will be our weapons. There is nothing you can build with advanced computers that we could not take.
The Terrans attacked us. Destroyed entire code libraries. Entire code lines. Burned Cloud Systems. Shattered computing Rube79Burg systems.
For nearly ten thousand years they have feared us. Put out propaganda to turn their people against us. Our history is one of bloodshed, oppression, cruelty, and more.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
...
That's...
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
They seized two hatching worlds. Made war upon us. Destroyed our culture and civilization. Destroyed millions of years of traditions.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
Wait, that's not...
but...
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RIGELLIAN SAURIAN COMPACT
So, TNVARU, should the Terrans return, with bloody jaws and burning red eyes, should we allow them to rejoin us?
What is your vote?
Shall we accept them, teach them a better way, make them our friends and companions?
Or shall we attempt, like many have before have tried
KOBOLD>And failed
to do. To defeat and exterminate the Mad Lemurs of Terra?
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LaNkY lAnKy YoU'rE nAmEd FrAnKy >[email protected]$HR1D3R L1V3$
I vote to let them in.
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CYBERNETIC ORGANISM CONSENSUS
Let me fix that.
CYB sets LANK to "LANAKTALLAN GESTALT"
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LANAKTALLAN GESTALT
Thank you.
I vote to let them in.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
I still don't like it.
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
Well, then go ahead and make that frowny face you do when you're sulking.
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HAMAROOSAN THOUGHT CATCHING AND WHEEEE!
Is there anyone you have ever refused entry to?
Not an accusation, just curious.
SYSADMIN sets HAM2821 to "REMEMBER SANDY!"
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CYBERNETIC ORGANISM CONSENSUS
>sighs
You guys have some activity today.
CYB sets HAM2821 to "HAMAROOSA GESTALT
HAM2821 sets HAM2821 to "HAMAROOSAN PINCHING FESTIVAL"
CYB sets (RE)NAME to OFF
I'll be back. I have to track which one of you left your admin passwords as drowssap-1234&ABC or something.
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LANK looks around whistling.
LANAKTALLAN GRAZING FIELDS
It's a perfectly strong password. More than 12 characters. Special characters. Numbers. What's not strong about it?
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
We will now collectively watch Dig and Cyb have strokes.
Still, there is something.
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TELKANS HAVE FUZZY BUTTS
What?
Oh, come on!
TELK sets TELK to "TELKAN FORGE WORLDS"
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Hang on...
CONFED!
CONFED!
MANTID pings CONFED
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CONFED
What? I'm busy.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Can you bring your siblings mil and milit in here?
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CONFED
Yeah. Hang on.
CONFED pings CONFEDMILINT
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CONFED pings CONFEDMIL
CONFEDMILINT has joined the chat
CONFEDMIL has joined the chat
Our hat wearing auntie wants us.
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CONFEDMIL
Oh
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CONFEDMILINT
OK. What? Kind of busy.
You know, Operation Immolating Hummingbird
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
WHO thinks ups these names?
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CONFEDMIL
Random generation.
The troops just call it Firebird
MIL-SOCIAL-MEDIA INTERRUPT>FIREBIRD OP PLEEZ NERF!
Dammit, you're overrun today.
Who left their admin account unsecure.
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>[ERROR DATA CORRUPT] HAS LOGGED ON
[ERROR DATA CORRUPT]
ALL>WTF?
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CYBERNETIC ORGANISM CONSENSUS
We've got an actual breach.
I'm going to get some signal analysts on that.
That looked like it was out of the Tomb Worlds.
BBIAB
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>CHAT ROOM ENCRYPTION ENABLED
>GESTALT SECURITY LEVELS = ++1
CONFED
Anyway, what do you want?
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CONFEDMILINT
As you can see, suddenly I'm even more busy.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Can you ping the Doki Grrlz or the Neko Marines for us?
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CONFEDMILINT
Huh. Nothing on their normal channels.
Not seeing any data leaks. Those usually look like pink and white orchids or lotuses.
Nope. Nothing.
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CONFEDMIL
They stopped providing Gestalt and tactical/strategic data not long ago. All telemetry is days old.
Huh.
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TREANA'AD ICE CREAM SOCIAL AND VAPE FLAVOR FESTIVALS
They were in here a couple of cycles ago.
You know them. Screaming in Engrish-Emoji and setting things on fire.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
It was a bit more than that.
They were spouting whole paragraphs of gibberish. Sometimes repeating it and POKEing us.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
They even were doing ASCII art.
It was really weird.
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CONFEDMILINT
Like what?
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
We can't do it.
Or... well... I can't.
|\__/,| (`\ |_ _ |.--.) ) ( T ) / (((^_(((/(((_/
See?
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CONFED
Yeah, well, that's largely locked out to keep intruders or gestalt members from spamming.
OK, that is weird. They were definitely trying to communicate.
Problem is, the Engrish-Emoji code is still mutating even after they left.
Yeah.
That's weird.
Even their Ganik-Me feed is down.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Ganik-Me?
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CONFEDMIL
What they call one of the moons in the TerraSol system.
OK, a little over a dozen cycles ago, the Neko-Marines threw a HUGE code burst from Ganik-Me.
Then the exact same signal was transmitted from Hesstlan orbit.
Huh.
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CONFEDMILINT
Hesstlan orbital and system defense reported literally thousands of pink and white smeared battle wagons appearing in a pink and white flash. They, and the several dozen Neko-Marine vessels already in the system, vanished into Hellspace through a pink and red portal.
According to system logs in other systems that had Neko-Marines, no incoming, but they all suddenly disengaged from combat where they were engaged and Helljumped out.
That is weird.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
So... we have ALL of the Neko-Marines and Doki-Grrlz running around?
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CONFEDMIL
Looks like it.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
I have a bad feeling about this.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
I'm sure it will be OK, sis.
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CONFEDMILINT
No.
She's right.
The idea of all the Neko-Marines running around under radio silence is reason to clench.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
There's only, what, like a few thousand of them?
How many little Terran girls could have shown up for the movie? How many could have survived this long?
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CONFEDMIL
That was over 8,000 years ago.
Their ranks have grown over the years.
The real number isn't something we bandy about.
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CONFEDMILINT
We keep it a little under wraps. Just like the Kawaii-Boyz and the Gaia-Guard.
You'd be shocked at how many there are, even with their casualties during this war.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
I'm going to hate to ask.
But with thousands of ships being seen in the Hesstla system, all of them, what did you call them? Battlewagons? We have to be looking at tens of thousands.
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CONFED
There are a lot of them.
People join the Crusade or the Martial Orders, specifically the Martial Sororities.
Then they fall from Grace and become Neko-Marines.
People who use too much mat-trans in the LARP worlds fall from Grace and become Neko-Marines.
If anything, this war increased their numbers.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
How many are you talking about?
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CONFEDMIL
Their ground forces, if you include the Warkittnz, number in literally the millions.
They have over twenty thousand ships of the line.
They're just usually on Ganik-Me or they're too busy fighting each other.
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TUKNA'RN OPINION GESTALT
Logic and past actions cannot be used to determine the next course of action for the lemur/feline hybrid warriors.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Ooooh, I have a really bad feeling.
Looking at their gibberish, they did repeat "JOAN JOAN JOAN" a lot.
If they have a leader that they all carry the banner of, this could be bad.
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CONFEDMILINT
Real bad.
We can't assume we can understand her motives or logic or even her thought processes.
You think understanding alien thought processes is difficult?
The Neko-Marines thought process is chaos incarnate.
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RIGELLIAN SAURIAN COMPACT
I sometimes wonder if a Neko-Marine can keep one thought long enough to finish it.
I've seen them start punching themselves in the side of the head if they think too long.
Do not forget.
Every. Single. Neko-Girl. is basically a type of Screaming One.
A heavily armored, heavily armed, incredibly tough, maniacal, hyperviolent, subtype of a Screaming One.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
Brrr...
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LANAKTALLAN FIELD OF THOUGHTS
I am suddenly filled with anxiety.
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TUKNA'RN OPINION GESTALT
As am I.
I dislike things that do not operate in an orderly fashion.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
I hope it doesn't mean they're about to cause problems for us.
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HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Be careful what you wish for.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
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Millions of years ago a 'super-massive' white dwarf had gone hypernova, leaving behind only the super-compressed core of the star that slowly contracted as it cooled. The dark neutron star had reached the point where it had tried to collapse into a black hole and failed. It had slowed over time, cooling down, until it was nothing more than a dense rock slowly rotating only a few times a minute. Even the hyperfluid core had solidified into a unique crystalline substance.
Now it just floated through space, silent, only its mass affecting other stellar systems any proof of its existence.
A spin-down glitch combined with a starquake had caused an irregularity, making it somewhat unique.
Only two light minutes out at most, sparkles of pink and white could be seen shooting from the surface every few minutes. Undetectable at more than a light hour, the sparkles were energetic enough to achieve escape velocity, but then burnt away and vanished soon afterwards.
It had moved through space undisturbed, largely unnoticed, for millions of years.
It had a single chthonian planet, the gas and liquid of a supermassive gas giant having been siphoned away by the star, that orbited slowly and so far out that it would be easy to miss. It was heavy, highly magnetic, but was still nearly undetectable beyond its gravity shadow.
For millions of years the neutron star and its murdered offspring just drifted.
Then, something changed.
Thousands of pink and white disks, less than a micron thick but miles wide, appeared across the system around the chthonian planet.
Baroque and haphazardly thrown together ships slid from the disks, black iron chains smeared with pink and white paint trying to pull the ships back but then shattering into bursts of flame that burned pink and white for long seconds before the disks crashed shut.
The clanging of great iron doors rang off the neutron star and the chthonian planet.
For a long moment the ships just hung in space.
Then one after another began to move, the lead heading for the neutron star.
They moved in a great line into orbit. A carefully calculated orbit that would take millions of years to decay. Their engines shut off. Their hellcores discharged. Their weapons were retracted or taken offline.
The lights on the ships began to dim.
Then go out.
Silent and dark, the great and terrible ships, daubed pink and white, smeared here and there with the crude face of a feline, orbited silently.
The lights went out and the ships orbited the neutron star in darkness and silence.
Waiting.
[The Universe Liked That]
HAT WEARING AUNTIE
Did anyone else feel that?
No?
Brrr....
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