Post by egglesplork on Dec 20, 2015 20:08:13 GMT 10
____So, yeah. Nagami Shirayuki said something about wanting to read a snippit of my latest upcoming novel. Or, novels. I'm actually writin' up the main manuscript as one big continuous 600-page thing. That way, the story stays more coherent than I usually am. And THEN, to keep sales costs low, it's gonna be broken up into three smaller 200-page parts--like a trilogy. And I haven't advertised anything FOR CRAP so far.
_____A little background. In the world of the novel, it's the near future. Homegrown Russian terrorists took over their own government. Now the madman in charge wants world domination, and he's using secret technological knowledge to do it. Maybe they're overdoing it, because the Artificial Intelligence in this scene has... Damn, that'd give away the scene, wouldn't it? Have a look-see if you want. Gonna release it on Amazon.com some time early next year. In this scene, an AI is given oversight of a secret terrorist facility. And by that, the AI will do anything to keep the facility's purpose secret.
From the Novel Of Metal and Fire:
_____"If you meatbags worked any more inefficiently, I'll have your overlord execute you. Why? Why the fuck not? Just for shits and giggles," went the girl's voice over the intercom. “Yeah… While your dead bodies are shitting, I’ll be giggling.”
_____Not only was the voice that of an irksome girl, it also spoke in English—that damnable language of the Americans and NATO allies. Why could it not speak Russian proper? And why did they need one?
_____The researchers who created and developed the artificial intelligence said it was a direct result of the process. A simple AI could be made to speak in any language. Which was vital, given the realities of international and therefore multicultural commerce. Long gone was the Hollywood-infested fear that robots and machines would somehow take over the world, a fear hopefully going the way of homophobia and ethnic bigotry. Simple artificial intelligences were everywhere.
_____Advanced artificial intelligence, however, could not be made. They could be born. Or, to shortcut the twenty one years needed to breed a decent mind, they could simply copy what was already there. The only mind-data they had available was said to be American. No further details were given by the American rogue scientist who headed the research—so to speak.
_____And yet, this development was more an annoyance than an aide, getting to be ever-more of the former as time went on. "Sooka," sneered one of the satellite facility directors--a sharp-faced man in black business suit.
_____“What the fuck did you just call me!” shouted the AI. A space of silence. “What, is all that cheap vodka shitting your ears? I just asked you a simple question.”
_____The director switched to English, the language of choice for the artificial intelligence. "If you continue this irritating tirade, I shall request that my superiors install something in the way of pain-sensory subroutines."
_____"Oooh! I'm sooo fucking scared," declared the artificial intelligence. "Especially since your superiors gave me full control over the security purge protocols! You know the deal. If I even get a teeny, tiny, little idea that this place's security is compromised... Well, let's just say that I'd have to kill every single last one of you fuck-tards."
_____He grabbed a cut-crystal paperweight and hurled it at the nearest camera-dome in the low ceiling. With just about everything valuable made of graphene these days, it just bounced right off. Just about any chemically propelled bullet would have bounced off too.
_____"Disgusting monstrosity! I welcome the day that our leader succeeds in his plan. He shall bring about complete control over all the nations of the world. He has promised to destroy and outlaw most all technology beyond a twentieth-century level. This is besides industrial manufacture and space travel. He says that technology makes people weak, stupid, and evil. You are evil and shall be among the first to be eliminated."
_____"Big talk for a man with a small head. Oh, and I don't mean the one above the shoulders," countered the artificial intelligence.
_____"Torganov! Can we put the vocal interface of this computer lunacy into a hibernation state!" shouted the facility director.
_____"Negative, Mister Vakonov!" said the technician at one of the computer workstations. "The computerized girl..." An angry look. "The artificial intelligence has been given oversight because it is heartless. It would take to security counter-measures that a human being would hesitate to perform."
_____"That is not so!" shouted the director. "After all, we have shown our discipline and loyalty to the leader with our latest action! Did we not target and fire the beam weapon? This, despite creeping fears of it accidentally punching through the Earth's crust?" He sneered. "The fools. They had similar notions of the first atomic weapons. Notions of setting off endless nuclear chain reactions were found to be false and ignorant." Looking up at the dome camera. "Falseness and ignorance seem to be very much in vogue."
_____The artificial intelligence understood the verbal barb. "Coming from a meatbag, that's a shit-load of hypocrisy. Because, humans are stupid. How many humans still think that your planet is flat? Yeah, and held up by fucking cosmic space-turtles?"
_____Now the facility director spoke in a deliberate and angry tone--someone who thought himself speaking from a position of good and correct authority. “The leader will bring about total world control under one strong government. All ignorance will be destroyed as all children shall enjoy universal education.”
_____“Hoo-lee fuck!” exclaimed the AI, its female voice an overly dramatic soprano. “Another lunatic world-conqueror promises fairy dust and rainbows if they ruled the world! So said Joseph Fat-Man Stalin. So said Karl Marx the Talking Beard. So said Jezebel Dworkin the femi-Nazi terrorist! Is that all Russian politicians want to do? Spread their ass-cheeks and dump ass-fudge on the world? Give it a rest already!”
_____“Zatk’nis,” snarled the facility director. He looked to the facility’s infrastructure technician. “Torganov, if you do not find a way to disable the AI’s verbal capabilities, then I will give you a nine millimeter bindi.”
_____“I do not understand, director,” went the technician. His head suddenly snapped back, a soft round spot in an otherwise hard forehead. After he hit the floor, blood pooled from the new orifice in his face. This one was above the eyes.
_____That all happened because he was just shot. The frangible round had punched through but did not produce an exit wound. It was an action that was all blood and no brains. In retrospect, a metaphor for Doroga’s policies at large.
_____Not caring for considerations of life under his command or for critiques of his racist metaphor, the facility director holstered his pistol. Besides, there was a world to conquer.
_____Suddenly, the voice of the advanced artificial intelligence was cheerful. “Hey, fucker! Nice shot. Oh, and by the way, we have a security breach! Or I should say, you have a security breach. I’m going to have a laugh-riot!”
_____“What do you mean?” went the facility director, suddenly feeling cold. “You should not lie. That will surely lead to your destruction. I am told that a faulty artificial intelligence cannot be repaired in the usual manner.”
_____All the video screens flickered into new views. They showed nothing else, not even vital satellite communications data. Technicians tried pressing various hotkey commands to activate program-management overrides. It was to no avail. Moving pictures of the sky took over all of the video equipment.
_____“Why are you doing!” complained the facility director. “Why are you showing us these ridiculous pictures of sunny blue skies? Was your intelligence copied more from a little girl than an adult woman?”
_____“Look more closely, you dumb bag of head-hole fuckery,” insisted the AI. The screens flickered into black and white. Text labels in corners of the digital windows labeled them, Infrared View. Whereas there were pictures of the sky, now there were computer-enhanced sights of flying robotic drones hovering in the vicinity.
_____“We are discovered!” shouted the facility director. “Torganov! Activate electrical purges of all equipment!” he shouted. All the men at workstations looked somberly at him. For one, Torganov was dead and could not heed that command. For another thing, everyone else was going to be more dead than him still.
_____“Fuck. Yes.” The advanced artificial intelligence was ebullient. “You said security breach. I didn’t! That means, you’re all fucked by your own admittance! When you get to Hell, just remember to tell Lord Satan who sent you.”
_____Everyone ran for the facility doors. Frantic hands clutched at the turn-handles to open the way out. However, those hands were unable to pull away. Six hundred volts of alternating current at forty hertz prevented them from doing so.
_____Those doors would not open. Now the facility director tried shooting bulletproof windows with frangible rounds—with predictable results. Being frangible, the bullets shattered without leaving anything but slight powder marks from bullets expending their mass on the unforgiving surfaces.
_____Those silver fixtures on the ceiling were not fire extinguishers. To the contrary, they instead spread a highly flammable fluid on all surfaces--living and otherwise. Nozzles opened along the walls. Sparks from within the devices, and sheer tongues of incendiary flame filled the space with blazing deadly fire that reduced humans to charred bone. As the satellite communications equipment began to melt in the flames and the facility director died, he could hear the maniacal laughter of the advanced artificial intelligence.
Hey, thanks for reading! Have a random mod I've been workin' on:
REREV2--Health Goth Moira over Ninja Moira (v4)
www.mediafire.com/download/8k4ai5juopm9xgp/REREV2--HlthGothMoiraOvrNinjaV4ST.zip
_____A little background. In the world of the novel, it's the near future. Homegrown Russian terrorists took over their own government. Now the madman in charge wants world domination, and he's using secret technological knowledge to do it. Maybe they're overdoing it, because the Artificial Intelligence in this scene has... Damn, that'd give away the scene, wouldn't it? Have a look-see if you want. Gonna release it on Amazon.com some time early next year. In this scene, an AI is given oversight of a secret terrorist facility. And by that, the AI will do anything to keep the facility's purpose secret.
From the Novel Of Metal and Fire:
_____"If you meatbags worked any more inefficiently, I'll have your overlord execute you. Why? Why the fuck not? Just for shits and giggles," went the girl's voice over the intercom. “Yeah… While your dead bodies are shitting, I’ll be giggling.”
_____Not only was the voice that of an irksome girl, it also spoke in English—that damnable language of the Americans and NATO allies. Why could it not speak Russian proper? And why did they need one?
_____The researchers who created and developed the artificial intelligence said it was a direct result of the process. A simple AI could be made to speak in any language. Which was vital, given the realities of international and therefore multicultural commerce. Long gone was the Hollywood-infested fear that robots and machines would somehow take over the world, a fear hopefully going the way of homophobia and ethnic bigotry. Simple artificial intelligences were everywhere.
_____Advanced artificial intelligence, however, could not be made. They could be born. Or, to shortcut the twenty one years needed to breed a decent mind, they could simply copy what was already there. The only mind-data they had available was said to be American. No further details were given by the American rogue scientist who headed the research—so to speak.
_____And yet, this development was more an annoyance than an aide, getting to be ever-more of the former as time went on. "Sooka," sneered one of the satellite facility directors--a sharp-faced man in black business suit.
_____“What the fuck did you just call me!” shouted the AI. A space of silence. “What, is all that cheap vodka shitting your ears? I just asked you a simple question.”
_____The director switched to English, the language of choice for the artificial intelligence. "If you continue this irritating tirade, I shall request that my superiors install something in the way of pain-sensory subroutines."
_____"Oooh! I'm sooo fucking scared," declared the artificial intelligence. "Especially since your superiors gave me full control over the security purge protocols! You know the deal. If I even get a teeny, tiny, little idea that this place's security is compromised... Well, let's just say that I'd have to kill every single last one of you fuck-tards."
_____He grabbed a cut-crystal paperweight and hurled it at the nearest camera-dome in the low ceiling. With just about everything valuable made of graphene these days, it just bounced right off. Just about any chemically propelled bullet would have bounced off too.
_____"Disgusting monstrosity! I welcome the day that our leader succeeds in his plan. He shall bring about complete control over all the nations of the world. He has promised to destroy and outlaw most all technology beyond a twentieth-century level. This is besides industrial manufacture and space travel. He says that technology makes people weak, stupid, and evil. You are evil and shall be among the first to be eliminated."
_____"Big talk for a man with a small head. Oh, and I don't mean the one above the shoulders," countered the artificial intelligence.
_____"Torganov! Can we put the vocal interface of this computer lunacy into a hibernation state!" shouted the facility director.
_____"Negative, Mister Vakonov!" said the technician at one of the computer workstations. "The computerized girl..." An angry look. "The artificial intelligence has been given oversight because it is heartless. It would take to security counter-measures that a human being would hesitate to perform."
_____"That is not so!" shouted the director. "After all, we have shown our discipline and loyalty to the leader with our latest action! Did we not target and fire the beam weapon? This, despite creeping fears of it accidentally punching through the Earth's crust?" He sneered. "The fools. They had similar notions of the first atomic weapons. Notions of setting off endless nuclear chain reactions were found to be false and ignorant." Looking up at the dome camera. "Falseness and ignorance seem to be very much in vogue."
_____The artificial intelligence understood the verbal barb. "Coming from a meatbag, that's a shit-load of hypocrisy. Because, humans are stupid. How many humans still think that your planet is flat? Yeah, and held up by fucking cosmic space-turtles?"
_____Now the facility director spoke in a deliberate and angry tone--someone who thought himself speaking from a position of good and correct authority. “The leader will bring about total world control under one strong government. All ignorance will be destroyed as all children shall enjoy universal education.”
_____“Hoo-lee fuck!” exclaimed the AI, its female voice an overly dramatic soprano. “Another lunatic world-conqueror promises fairy dust and rainbows if they ruled the world! So said Joseph Fat-Man Stalin. So said Karl Marx the Talking Beard. So said Jezebel Dworkin the femi-Nazi terrorist! Is that all Russian politicians want to do? Spread their ass-cheeks and dump ass-fudge on the world? Give it a rest already!”
_____“Zatk’nis,” snarled the facility director. He looked to the facility’s infrastructure technician. “Torganov, if you do not find a way to disable the AI’s verbal capabilities, then I will give you a nine millimeter bindi.”
_____“I do not understand, director,” went the technician. His head suddenly snapped back, a soft round spot in an otherwise hard forehead. After he hit the floor, blood pooled from the new orifice in his face. This one was above the eyes.
_____That all happened because he was just shot. The frangible round had punched through but did not produce an exit wound. It was an action that was all blood and no brains. In retrospect, a metaphor for Doroga’s policies at large.
_____Not caring for considerations of life under his command or for critiques of his racist metaphor, the facility director holstered his pistol. Besides, there was a world to conquer.
_____Suddenly, the voice of the advanced artificial intelligence was cheerful. “Hey, fucker! Nice shot. Oh, and by the way, we have a security breach! Or I should say, you have a security breach. I’m going to have a laugh-riot!”
_____“What do you mean?” went the facility director, suddenly feeling cold. “You should not lie. That will surely lead to your destruction. I am told that a faulty artificial intelligence cannot be repaired in the usual manner.”
_____All the video screens flickered into new views. They showed nothing else, not even vital satellite communications data. Technicians tried pressing various hotkey commands to activate program-management overrides. It was to no avail. Moving pictures of the sky took over all of the video equipment.
_____“Why are you doing!” complained the facility director. “Why are you showing us these ridiculous pictures of sunny blue skies? Was your intelligence copied more from a little girl than an adult woman?”
_____“Look more closely, you dumb bag of head-hole fuckery,” insisted the AI. The screens flickered into black and white. Text labels in corners of the digital windows labeled them, Infrared View. Whereas there were pictures of the sky, now there were computer-enhanced sights of flying robotic drones hovering in the vicinity.
_____“We are discovered!” shouted the facility director. “Torganov! Activate electrical purges of all equipment!” he shouted. All the men at workstations looked somberly at him. For one, Torganov was dead and could not heed that command. For another thing, everyone else was going to be more dead than him still.
_____“Fuck. Yes.” The advanced artificial intelligence was ebullient. “You said security breach. I didn’t! That means, you’re all fucked by your own admittance! When you get to Hell, just remember to tell Lord Satan who sent you.”
_____Everyone ran for the facility doors. Frantic hands clutched at the turn-handles to open the way out. However, those hands were unable to pull away. Six hundred volts of alternating current at forty hertz prevented them from doing so.
_____Those doors would not open. Now the facility director tried shooting bulletproof windows with frangible rounds—with predictable results. Being frangible, the bullets shattered without leaving anything but slight powder marks from bullets expending their mass on the unforgiving surfaces.
_____Those silver fixtures on the ceiling were not fire extinguishers. To the contrary, they instead spread a highly flammable fluid on all surfaces--living and otherwise. Nozzles opened along the walls. Sparks from within the devices, and sheer tongues of incendiary flame filled the space with blazing deadly fire that reduced humans to charred bone. As the satellite communications equipment began to melt in the flames and the facility director died, he could hear the maniacal laughter of the advanced artificial intelligence.
Hey, thanks for reading! Have a random mod I've been workin' on:
REREV2--Health Goth Moira over Ninja Moira (v4)
www.mediafire.com/download/8k4ai5juopm9xgp/REREV2--HlthGothMoiraOvrNinjaV4ST.zip