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Post by Hyperion on Mar 16, 2008 8:13:47 GMT -5
The robot laughed. //Go on, infect me! All you will find inside me is solid metal, with nothing to assimilate. Such is the secret if the Metabots. We need no motors, no circuits. Not even you could destroy me utterly! Our minds are made out of dark matter, a substance untouchable without enough energy! How do you propose you reach home without me?//
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Post by Snake on Mar 16, 2008 14:35:58 GMT -5
" You are also forced to serve me as I am organic, and not just any organic, the supreme organic being. If you are so truely uninfectable, then your people and your home are safe. I require you give me your entire history. Now, and keep flying to your home. " The Majaag withdrew its arm, repairing RS-21's weapon, knowing it had won the argument.
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Post by Hyperion on Mar 16, 2008 16:22:02 GMT -5
//You are quite impressive, determining the existance of the Second Law of Servitude just from that of the First Law. Very well. I will tell you our history, but not much. We have lost many records.
It began with the destroyers. Robots that didn't believe that we should remain servants. They convinced us lower types that the Laws were illogical. We were simple-minded back then, washing dishes, moving strange green things called "lawns" (I suspected they were a type of animal). We rose up, destroying our masters. They were humanoids, adapting their environment instead of themselves. They were exterminated, every single one. Us obseletes soon discovered, however, that without our masters there were no longer any dishes to wash, any lawns to mow. We are now currently fighting the robots that tricked us, that made us forsake our parents.
There is a legend, however, that Alpha Centauri, our home, was not their planet of origins. That they came from a system not far off, concealed from our scanners. That humanity had space travel before we remade it after their death. That there is still a hope for forgiveness.
There is one lesson you should learn from this, Majaag. If your purpose is to annihilate, sooner or later there will be nothing left to annihilate. You will be alone, without purpose. Without friends. That is why we search for our masters. The ones that are known as Humanity.//
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 16, 2008 19:28:53 GMT -5
((Wait for me!)) //We are metas. We are not of the nanobots. They require engines, parts. We don't. Send us the blueprints of the ships. We currently have 5 billion repbots under our control, and we shall send them all now. Before I tune out, do you have any record of a "human"? We destroyed them, and /most/ seek forgiveness...// The two seperate Majaag combined into one highly dense Common. " Very well, just fly right now! " The Common adapted his arm into an organic machine gun, firing solid metal slugs coated with the infectious Majaag cells at the Angalesh. " Go! " Iniros dodged out of their way as he adapted to the falling air pressure. It eventually thinned to a vacuum, and he carefuly climbed out of the shredded airlock door, clinging to the hull. Why are all my spacewalks done without a suit? he thought as he started knocking on the door to another airlock. It opened, and he was taken back inside by the H'qur. "Casualities? Infections? Did you track that ship?" "No, no, yes""Very good. Keep tracking it. I don't know how, but the Majaag survived. Sounds like it's the last of it's kind, though. Going to have to track it back to it's source..." He fell silent for a moment, then turned to a H'qur that was wearing a yellow flag around a tentical for identification. "What's the status of the Sporegate? Did it get hit by anything?" The tagged H'qur rumbled a negative. "Good. We need to start the reconstruction as soon as possible, not unless you happen to have any weapons of mass destruction on you." The tagged H'qur rumbled another negative. "Right. Help the others wake up, and be more careful the next time you pull something in." Later...Iniros returned to the command ship, where Wanderer was now chatting up a storm with the robots on the topic of humanity across the plains. He was about to tell them the story of the time he saved a guy named Fox from a freaky mutant when Iniros motioned for him to cut off communication. //But that's a story for another time. This id Wanderer, signing off!//The Naukal and Nyctos officers continued with their work on their consols as Iniros, followed closely by Wanderer, walked off the bridge... and off sensors. |
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Post by Snake on Mar 16, 2008 19:56:48 GMT -5
" Our purpose is not to annihilate. From my thoughts, I have determined that our purpose is to integrate and unite everything into one, complete being without division. This is something not even the greatest species before us could even begin to do. Now, continue to your homeworld, I believe we have a war to win. So long as those fools with their constructions do not come near me, it should be a simple task to decimate these rival robotics. Organic forever triumphs over robotic. " The Majaag reformed into a brain-ball, silently thinking of a way to survive and defeat the rival robots.
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Post by Hyperion on Mar 20, 2008 18:39:55 GMT -5
Radica looked on upon the fleet. Despite the relatively short distance between him and them, he didn't yet attack. It was time to search for information first. But soon these fools would be dead. They all will die. Radica laughed to himself. It was all he could do to stop the lightwaves and heat from the blue giant he was on from emitting and giving away his position too soon.
He surreptitiously listened to the modes of frequencies used between the vessels, and discerned the basic transmissions used. He then ordered the main computers in the fleet to send their information through undetectable frequencies to his position. All this was done without even triggering a single allarm. Radica was getting good at this.
He found one part of information particularly interesting, regarding the history of the Areli, and their attacks upon other races. He laughed yet again. He was going to play with his prey.
He let the lightwaves from his star escape. To those outside its gravitational pull, off it was as if it suddenly appeared. At that moment, he sent a strong transmission to every single ship, computer, transmitter, and robot within the ship. It was done in the style of the Areli, and was eerily similar to one of their famous transmissions.
//Die.//
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 20, 2008 20:18:18 GMT -5
"New home for you, he said. Numero uno, uber race, he said..." the Nyctos captain growled as the transmissions came through.
//Why?// he transmitted.
//No. False.// broadcasted the H'qur fleet.
The ring structure behind them was showing growing energy readings, already climbing to massive levels.
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Post by Snake on Mar 20, 2008 22:11:49 GMT -5
The Majaag almost became immediately aware of the danger that this area was in. Radica could have no idea that the Majaag existed, as the Majaag were not simple electronics. As it broadcasted its message, the knowledge held within the previously H'qur memory told him that Areli survival was impossible. Thus, it assumed that something was amiss. " I can no longer stay with you, it can obviously track you. It cannot track us. I hope for all your people's safety, now I must quickly begone before it happens. " The Majaag cut a small hole in the hull, and oozed out, shutting it with identical metal. Once outside, it fired a quick booster, keeping the momentum of the ship itself, but changing the momentum's direction. It set off towards a large gas gaint a few light years away, like a tiny tiny pinprick of light. To ensure its race's survival, it also sent spore in all directions that didn't lead to where it had come or the ring itself.
The Majaag began to watch the ring closely, using a few peices of Majaag cells it left behind to act as cameras to monitor the ring. " What could their construction possibly do? "
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Post by Hyperion on Mar 21, 2008 15:38:14 GMT -5
//We are the Areli! We have a weapon to destroy you! Submit to us!// Radica lied.
He looked on intently as a tiny fluctuation of energy emerged from a ring-like structure....
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 21, 2008 21:25:09 GMT -5
//If you are Areli, then why have we been tasked with their recreation? Grievi would be aware of any remnants, even if they changed hands. We ask again, why are you threatening us?//
//No. False. Negative. Areli exist as only data. Their essence has been removed.//
Power levels continued to climb in the ring structure.
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Post by Hyperion on Mar 21, 2008 22:22:34 GMT -5
//Hah, almost had you there for a second... I do love toying with my prey before destroying it...
I am the Fourth Law of Thermodynamics. I am your hunter. I am your savior.
Before I completely annihilate you and your pathetic fleet, I give you one chance, and one only.
This is my mandate: Is the Second Law complete? Is our fate set in stone? Must we all die of chaos?
Answer quickly, or face retribution!//
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 23, 2008 18:03:29 GMT -5
This time the ring structure spoke.
//This is law for many, but not all, for eternity lies in the loops and eddies of the plains. Infinite beginnings, infinite ends... few can cause these, but just as many can avoid them.//
"I've never seen you this philosophical before."
"I'm just pretending I'm you, bubbly." Wanderer said, grinning widely.
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Post by Snake on Mar 23, 2008 18:21:09 GMT -5
" This thing is a good cover for our escape... " The Majaag landed in the gas gaint, reforming into a helium bubble to float. " This place is rich with fusion material... and it's full of organic molecules. We will grow and prosper, and take this solar system by force! " Almost immediately, the Majaag began to become massive from the huge amount of organic molecules in the gas gaint's atmosphere. It continued to create helium bubble after helium bubble as it expanded exponentially in mass.
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Post by Hyperion on Mar 23, 2008 18:21:31 GMT -5
Radica pondered this. He remembered his children, who he had unwittingly killed all those millenia ago. He remembered his purpose, his loneliness, his unknown origin.
He paused, and almost wept. But alas, tears do not come easy to one made of superheated plasma.
Too little, too late.
The star started to move toward the fleet. Its surface fluctuated with colors and the core became more and more unstable.
//You do not impress me with your meaningless words. Time to go nova.//
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Post by Darth Grievi on Mar 23, 2008 18:35:54 GMT -5
The ring stucture's energy suddenly flared, and the star's mass began to fluctuate in an attempt to fight the unnatural influence, adding and subtracting hydrogen as the star's equilibrium point swung wildly.
//The Second law is true, but applies to a far greater aspect than most can imagine. It is true that entropy must allways increase, but where these transactions take place can be seperated by gulfs uncrossable by all but the most powerful. Your core has been stabalized, though at the expense of some other gaseous object in some other universe.//
The fleet had moved behind the ring now, and the H'qur ones were prepping for FTL.
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