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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: February 28, 2020, 10:23:47 PM »
Diddy scratched his head to pretend to look bashful and cute. It was a trick that had wooed Diddy many times and for the moment still worked on Junior. "Aww, we don't have anything fancy like that on kong island. We just barely opened a mail office. We get our letters sent in via seagull delivery-- we're a bit behind on the times." He titled his head thoughtfully. "Although sometimes we have little mini plays during our island Luau's. Mostly ad libbed stuff to entertain friends: most kongs don't have the patience to memorize a script."
Junior simply nodded, his eyes on his pizza and looking lost in thought.
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"Hey there, Mr. Stripetail," Usso sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm calling from my room on the Spire. I, uh... well... is there anyone on the ship trained in psychology? Anyone with therapy training? I used to see one pretty regularly back at Casarellia to, uh, work through some stuff." He paused, looking at a picture he had on the dresser. It was a picture of him, the Shrike Team, Mrs. Marbet, and Oliver. Not counting himself, Mrs. Marbet was the only person in the picture who wasn't killed in the war. "I could really use something like that now. Do you know anyone I could talk to, maybe?"
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From the Diary of Dr. Roy Curien, April 26th, 1998
Today, we took a look at Type-0’s completed computer simulated model. The Chariot, The Hangedman, The Fool, Death, The Sun, and The Hermit were all monstrous. This one looked… it looked human. Not a ghoul, or a gargoyle, or a spider… a fairly normal human. With a few exceptions: it would have horns, and its hands and feet have expanded but reduced digits.
And there’s something else… something we never could have predicted from the gene structure alone. If this computer model is correct, it’s brain structure… It’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. We don’t know exactly what it would mean if it were made, but we have a hunch. A world-shattering hunch. It may actually be far too dangerous for us to ever attempt to fully create—we may need to simply used simulated model for some of the data. I hate that thought. Simulated data can’t compare to real data.
Our simulation of its brother strain, Type-0000, is woefully incomplete. We can’t even produce an image of what it would look like. But we have similar questions about its brain structure. It’s funny, it’s… almost breathtaking to think of the implications if these hunches of our are correct. Type-0 and Type-0000 wouldn’t just be monsters like the others. They’d be capable of feats undreamed of save for humanities wildest fantasies.
I asked all those present if I could name Type-0 and Type-0000. The staff had no objections: while certain staff had more personal work invested in each of the other strains, everyone knows these two were my life’s work. The two keys: the support beams that would turn everything we’re doing into true medical breakthroughs. As had become our little tradition, I shuffled Sampson’s tarot deck and drew two cards from it, one from the top and one from the bottom.
I know it’s hard to believe, but I knew what I was going to draw before I even saw them. Many years ago, at the circus with my father, an old woman had done a Tarot reading for me. She told me everyone has a card that shows their inner being and outer destiny. She had me shuffle the deck, and then she drew the top and bottom card from the deck, and told me that the top card was the card of my destiny, and the bottom the card that represented my inner self. My life’s card, and my destiny’s card. The card of my destiny was The Magician. The card of my inner self was the Wheel of Fortune.
They were the very same I drew today.
I gave Type-0 the name ‘The Magician’. I never had a concept of luck or fortune, but I’ve always believed in fate. With Daniel’s own fate in my thoughts, I named Type-0000 ‘The Wheel of Fate’.
Tomorrow we shall see the Chariot come to life. God help us all, I fear the worst. Cyril and the others we've been reviving have already given me a share of nightmares, but at least, at LEAST they're still vaguely human looking. When that sixteen foot tall abomination in armor starts moving... I don't know how I'll react to it. I don't know how the staff will react.
For the Hangedman, we've selected a body to begin the genesis. A child who had died at a young age. Instead of growing the body to full dimensions and then stimulating the resurrection, we're going to do a full mutation at the corpse's current size and then allow it to naturally grow for a better data set. Assuming the resurrection with the Chariot doesn't go disastrously wrong, we should be able to get it up in a few days.
Junior simply nodded, his eyes on his pizza and looking lost in thought.
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"Hey there, Mr. Stripetail," Usso sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm calling from my room on the Spire. I, uh... well... is there anyone on the ship trained in psychology? Anyone with therapy training? I used to see one pretty regularly back at Casarellia to, uh, work through some stuff." He paused, looking at a picture he had on the dresser. It was a picture of him, the Shrike Team, Mrs. Marbet, and Oliver. Not counting himself, Mrs. Marbet was the only person in the picture who wasn't killed in the war. "I could really use something like that now. Do you know anyone I could talk to, maybe?"
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From the Diary of Dr. Roy Curien, April 26th, 1998
Today, we took a look at Type-0’s completed computer simulated model. The Chariot, The Hangedman, The Fool, Death, The Sun, and The Hermit were all monstrous. This one looked… it looked human. Not a ghoul, or a gargoyle, or a spider… a fairly normal human. With a few exceptions: it would have horns, and its hands and feet have expanded but reduced digits.
And there’s something else… something we never could have predicted from the gene structure alone. If this computer model is correct, it’s brain structure… It’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. We don’t know exactly what it would mean if it were made, but we have a hunch. A world-shattering hunch. It may actually be far too dangerous for us to ever attempt to fully create—we may need to simply used simulated model for some of the data. I hate that thought. Simulated data can’t compare to real data.
Our simulation of its brother strain, Type-0000, is woefully incomplete. We can’t even produce an image of what it would look like. But we have similar questions about its brain structure. It’s funny, it’s… almost breathtaking to think of the implications if these hunches of our are correct. Type-0 and Type-0000 wouldn’t just be monsters like the others. They’d be capable of feats undreamed of save for humanities wildest fantasies.
I asked all those present if I could name Type-0 and Type-0000. The staff had no objections: while certain staff had more personal work invested in each of the other strains, everyone knows these two were my life’s work. The two keys: the support beams that would turn everything we’re doing into true medical breakthroughs. As had become our little tradition, I shuffled Sampson’s tarot deck and drew two cards from it, one from the top and one from the bottom.
I know it’s hard to believe, but I knew what I was going to draw before I even saw them. Many years ago, at the circus with my father, an old woman had done a Tarot reading for me. She told me everyone has a card that shows their inner being and outer destiny. She had me shuffle the deck, and then she drew the top and bottom card from the deck, and told me that the top card was the card of my destiny, and the bottom the card that represented my inner self. My life’s card, and my destiny’s card. The card of my destiny was The Magician. The card of my inner self was the Wheel of Fortune.
They were the very same I drew today.
I gave Type-0 the name ‘The Magician’. I never had a concept of luck or fortune, but I’ve always believed in fate. With Daniel’s own fate in my thoughts, I named Type-0000 ‘The Wheel of Fate’.
Tomorrow we shall see the Chariot come to life. God help us all, I fear the worst. Cyril and the others we've been reviving have already given me a share of nightmares, but at least, at LEAST they're still vaguely human looking. When that sixteen foot tall abomination in armor starts moving... I don't know how I'll react to it. I don't know how the staff will react.
For the Hangedman, we've selected a body to begin the genesis. A child who had died at a young age. Instead of growing the body to full dimensions and then stimulating the resurrection, we're going to do a full mutation at the corpse's current size and then allow it to naturally grow for a better data set. Assuming the resurrection with the Chariot doesn't go disastrously wrong, we should be able to get it up in a few days.