Game AIs

by on August 2, 2023 at 12:01 am
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We traveled all over the worlds after War’s End. Me, Betty, Jasmine, and all the game AIs. On our Privateer. Ranger. She has effectively limitless range as long as we top off her reactor fuel and fabricator supplies every few months. That usually means stopping at a gas giant and spending a few hours hoovering up the outer atmosphere. If we need rarer elements, the Peloran and Cybernetic Council operate supply nodes all over this part of the galaxy. We’ve made a few trips outside the range of even that support, searching for places and people so far off the beaten path even Peloran scouts don’t go there. We’ve seen a lot of things out there that most people never imagine. And I’ve gotten answers to questions most people don’t even think to ask.

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Election Season

by on August 1, 2023 at 12:01 am
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Election season approaches, so it is time for those who misquote the Bible, berate Christians, accuse anyone standing to the right of Stalin of mortal sins, and lie about the politicians we vote for to gaslight us some more. They will seek to shame us by saying the politicians are unworthy of our votes for whatever reason of the week they come up with. But know that they have unclean hands, unclean words, and unclean motives. The politicians we vote for may try to stop them from grooming our children, from taking children away from their families, or from jailing those who dare to attend political protests against their favored candidates and causes. That is why they seek to silence us and stop us from contributing our political voices in this coming season.

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Clearing

by on July 31, 2023 at 12:01 am
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I did some more clearing this weekend. Did bits and pieces all week to get to the point where I could do some major clearing. Moving furniture and the like. The friends I asked were all busy so I did it alone the old fashioned way. Empty the furniture and move one piece at a time. Half way through the process, my asthma lungs decided they were done. When I’m not breathing anymore, I generally consider that nature’s way of telling me to slow down. But I was not done. So I took a couple hits of my inhaler, my lungs started working again, and so did I. Got it done great. Woke up the next morning and realized I should have slowed down. Every muscle hurt. Moving hurt. Not moving hurt. And everything takes longer to do. I need sleep. Uffda.

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Game AIs

by on July 30, 2023 at 12:01 am
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Yes, the cybers let me keep my Privateer. Their Privateer. Ranger. Whatever. She was my home by then. The home I could use to travel anywhere I felt like going. Where Betty wanted to go. Or others. We sometimes followed other whims. And other times we were on a mission. Sometimes we hauled freight. Other times we chased down warlords and pirate kings on the fringes of civilized space. Sometimes we dealt with more mundane criminals on more civilized worlds. And sometimes we just showed up at a Cowboy Country to fly the flag and show off for the locals. Kids love HALO drops and airshows. And my boys and girls look real spiffy in nice suits and powered armor.

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Game AIs

by on July 29, 2023 at 12:01 am
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The game AIs did not go home after War’s End. We’d worked together for so long that we were just one big family, filling the mixed virtual and physical space of an armed transport designed to have a lot of open space. Sharing a ship with cybers can be interesting. They can store their bodies in a spare corner and just exist in the network for weeks on end because they don’t need a body to live. One day the ship can be empty and quiet, the next we’ve got a hundred or more people hanging out at a barbeque. And yes, they do actually eat. Not for the fuel. For the companionship. Talking. Laughing. Trying new tastes. And then quiet and empty the next day. Sometimes a big crazy crowd. Sometimes just me and Betty. I like it.

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