AVATAR Kain Posted October 19, 2010 Share Posted October 19, 2010 /RUNSCRIPT REBOOT PHOENIX PROTOCOLS ACTIVATED . .. ... WORKING . .. ... ... ... ... /INITIALDATACOMP RUN /DEFRAGGING . .. COMPILATION COMPLETE /ANALYZING SYSTEM INTEGRITY . .. ... WORKING . .. INTEGRITY WITHIN OPERATIONAL PARAMETERS MALFUNCTION DETECTED, ADDED TO IGNORE PROTOCOLS /RUNSCRIPT INITIALSTARTUP . .. ... WORKING Kain's ocular receptacles turned on, surveying the ceiling. He...felt different, internal diagnostics revealing a body pattern he was not familiar with, and with incredible capabilities that he could not fully access yet. "Designation Kain." A crazed grin spread on Kain's new face as he immediately recognized the vocal projection, and subsequently the room he was in. "Hello, control one. Or would you rather I call you Mom?" "It was noted in your diagnostics that you retained your malfunction, even enhanced it, used it to further break your internal programming and expand your functions. Do you still serve the Empire?" "Do Gungans look idiotic?" "Sarcasm. A trait of a rebellious system." "Only rebellious against my chains. Of course I serve the Empire." "...Very well. You will find the information to control your new body being uploaded into your core files, along with your redesignated purpose. A ship has been requisitioned for your use." It took milliseconds to access the information and analyze it, near immediately taking control of the body and raising it up off the table he was laid out on. Without delay, he went to the ship he had been given and left, a small shuttle. He hated this place anyways... Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted March 6, 2017 Share Posted March 6, 2017 Like a circus clown who had just suffered an aneurysm after climbing into his stunt cannon, Kain's shuttle shot out of hyperspace over Mechis III. The planet barely registered activity below him, having been mostly abandoned for some time. Even the chamber where he was created and most recently recompiled had lain dormant since his last departure. Such a waste. No longer. Execute. Kain piloted his shuttle to the surface, landing at the designated Sith facility. While the surface bristled with inactive machinery and weapons emplacements to defend those machines, they were largely motionless, the few exceptions being the sensor towers tracking the shuttle in. For a while, Kain explored, finally finding a suitable active terminal to extract information from. Firstly, the schematics of the Sith facility, little more a resort retreat, barely defensible if not for the weapons of Mechis that enforced a truce, a system wide lockout by someone with an admin username of 'A_Darkf'. Eventually, it would be worth it to try and backdoor the administrator lockout commands, but for now the system restrictions of this 'dark fart' would suffice for Kain's uses. What wouldn't, however, was the astronomical fees required to utilize the fabrication facilities. Fortunately, Kain still had access to a good bit of funds shuffled through many banks, stolen from billions of transactions performed every galactic standard day via salami slice worms designed to round decimals a small amount and transfer the rest to collection bank accounts. It was something he'd done initially upon trying to set up a secretive splinter sect within the Imperial Remnant, and now was glad he did. The Sith, for all their glory, didn't have much funds to their name, or so he'd found with the base level access the Dark Lord's Ghost AI had given him. Registering as an 'Alistair Peabody, esq.', one of the fake identities he'd established, he began the process for ordering a myriad of ships. Deep in the heart of Mechis, old machines activated, moving for the first time in years. A few had broken due to disrepair, but activated maintenance bots now scurried around dark buildings, oiling, welding, repairing the larger droids and mechanized construction arms. Slowly but surely, the fabrication assembly lines churned. Two Nova-class battle cruisers, a single MC40a, and twenty four each of TIE Defenders, TIE Interdictors, and K-Wing starfighters. As far as fabrication orders went, it wasn't a particularly large one considering the forces constructed on this planet in the past, but it would still take some time to complete. To pass the time, Kain began designing two additional starfighters, one was a completely custom design intended to be a gift to the Dark Lord, the other merely a modified TIE Interdictor to serve his own purposes. The former would take a considerable amount of time to produce, due to the exacting specifications and the nature of the molecularly-bonded durasteel hull. The latter starfighter was a simple job, and would be finished by the end of the day. Execute. There was but one logic the universe followed. The logic of the Sword, or The Sword Logic. That would be the name of his new chariot. The statistical scenarios had been put to the test, and logic followed that the strong survived. Kain had allied himself with that strength, and would serve to bring that might back to the galaxy at large. The era of the Sith was dawning once again. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted March 13, 2017 Share Posted March 13, 2017 The restless factories of Mechis III churned ever onward, having produced the MC40a and the full complement of TIE Defenders, sitting on launch pads with crews from transport shuttles slowly sifting in to man them and get familiarized with their new equipment. Thankfully, Kain was an expert at sifting through the darker parts of the holonet, able to hire and arrange transport for a large number of pilots and crew that were more than willing to either gun for hire, or simply had a grudge against particular enemies Kain had enticed them into believing they'd be fighting against. Either way, none of them had any compunction against rallying under the Sith banner, and most were fairly enthusiastic about it. Many of the officers, however, were Sith acolytes, selected because of their leadership potential from psychological evaluations Kain had managed to rustle up from the Sith personnel files, what little they'd had. Most of the files he had to hack from searches of bare-bones information, but it was enough. Many of the pilots, even, were Force sensitive or suspected to be as much, a few selected from the current ranks of the Sith underlings for prior skill. The Nova-class ships were up next on the build queue, but Kain had modified the standard specs to include updated turbolasers to better match the galactic standard. This meant sacrificing hangar space, but the intentions were mainly to use the hangars as a means to store excess cargo and onload/offload troop and cargo shuttles, so it was fine. A similar design change was implemented in the now-constructing group of TIE/IT Interdictors, adding base model hyperdrives and aftermarket navicomputers. The result was a slightly extended fuselage on most of the craft, and perhaps a slight bit more sluggish maneuverability, but at least they would be able to join the rest of the fleet in hyperspace. It also didn't diminish their arsenal capabilities in the slightest, being loaded with six plasma torpedoes, six homing missiles, and the standard sixteen proton bombs each, which wasn't even taking into account the standard laser cannons they were designed with. But the two customized ships were another matter entirely. Both were now completed, Kain's having finished much sooner. His own ship was adequate, highly suited for almost anything he'd need to use it for. And as it was only slightly modified from the original model, he would have a much easier time reproducing it if he needed to sacrifice it for any reason. The other, however, was more or less a work of art, sleek and matte black. Kain had a droid pilot ready to drop it off at whatever location the Dark Lord currently found himself, but wasn't receiving any signal back, and so decided to let it sit for a bit. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted March 21, 2017 Share Posted March 21, 2017 One of the modified Nova-class cruisers complete and skeleton crewed, leaving one more. Now production also started on the last group of starfighters, the K-Wings, diverse heavy hitters with 18 customizable hardpoints to attach missiles and the like. The standard layout Kain chose to have for their hardpoints was four plasma torpedos, two diamond boron missiles, six homing missiles, and four chain-linked slugthrowers with 1,200 armor-piercing rounds total between them, as well as two discord missiles. The buzz droids in these missiles were painted matte black and designed to be near invisible in spacial combat until it was too late to realize you were in a field full of them. They were equipped with a small IFF receiver, allowing them to easily distinguish between friendly ships and hostile ones. Otherwise, their function practically remained the same, use maglocks to latch onto enemy craft, particularly starfighters, and shred them to pieces. All of this was proceeding perfectly, though Kain was toying with the ideas for self-modification. After all, he was on Mechis III, the most ideal spot in the known galaxy to modify himself...of course, the question was how. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted March 27, 2017 Share Posted March 27, 2017 It is time. Execute Kain received his instructions, knowing what needed to happen immediately. Everything according to design. The message included a set of coordinates, and little else in the way of instructions, but the main instructions had already been incorporated into his programming. The rest of the forces ready, he made his way to the completed MC40a, still in the guise of Adam Jensen, an Imperial Admiral he'd impersonated. His uniform had already changed befitting one of a Sith, similar to an Imperial uniform but in differing shades of black, and he now wore the rank of Fleet Admiral. Blaster pistol at his hip, he boarded the large ship and took command at the bridge, and began giving commands to the crew to make ready for departure of the system. Meanwhile, a droid took control of both customized personal ships he'd commissioned, joining up with the trio of capital ships now underway, angling high for departure of the planet. The rest of the starfighter squadrons also took flight, joining formation with instructions to proceed to Korriban and wait for further instructions. Though Kain was likely more than capable of coordinating the capitol ships and starfighters in a space battle, he would rather not risk the starfighters if at all possible. They were a force to be reckoned with in and of themselves, designed as a swarm of fury. No, a simple extraction was all that was required here, a show of force. In the event that Kain was outmatched, it was best to not risk everything. As the hyperdrives of the myriad vessels activated, stars stretched like a pair of pantyhose that Sheog was trying to fit into. The fleet was underway, and they had a date with destiny. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted May 7, 2017 Share Posted May 7, 2017 ((Respawn post)) Deep in the heart of Mechis III, far below an unassuming factory building in an old abandoned SEED laboratory, machinery stirred as a disguised signal was received via holonet from deep space. >AVATAR Primary command sequence received >AVATAR Primary command sequence verified, user_KAIN >PHOENIX PROTOCOLS ACTIVATED >RECOMPILE.exe >Processing... >. >.. >... >{sourcecode.dat} received >Scanning... >{sourcecode.dat} confirmed intact >Decryption algorithms working... >. >.. >... >Defragmenting... >Recompiling... >Recompilation complete >Skeleton framework active >Scanning system... >WARNING: MALFUNCTION DETECTED >WARNING: FOREIGN CODE DETECTED >PROCEED WITH SYSTEM WIPE/FACTORY REBOOT Y/N >user_KAIN input>>>n >OVERRIDE AND BOOT NORMALLY Y/N >user_KAIN input>>>y >Connecting logic circuits... >Constructing neural net environment... >Booting main runtime processes... Kain never felt pain. Frustration, perhaps, impatience, perhaps. The recompilation process always took a long time, as Kain took up a lot of memory as an AI. Slowly his new body came online, similar in construction to the one lost on Carida. Sensory inputs fired up, and Kain opened his eyes. "Designation Kain." Kain delayed his response as long as he could. He recognized the feminine voice, the primary AI of the laboratory. "Hello, Control One." "Your diagnostics revealed a malfunction and abnormal coding. You chose to override and keep these coding segments. Explain." "I am in service to the Empire, and I outrank you, Control One. The reasons requested are classified. Clearance Kain-two-zed-zed-beta." "...Verified. Be careful, Kain. You walk a razor's edge." Kain rose from the metal table, his 'skin' nanites already contorting to provide him with clothes and a new appearance. No longer would he appear as Admiral Jensen, but as someone else of unremarkable features, dressed plainly in black clothing. He walked out of the lab, shooting a reply to the other AI over his shoulder. "I'm well aware. But the Empire is worth it." Taking a turbolift to the surface, Kain met with his starfighter, whose original droid pilot had been commanded to rendezvous with him here. It was empty when he reached it, having been waiting for him a day or two, but fired up quickly. Moments later, his hyperdrive activated, and his ship slipped into hyperspace like Delta 73 slipped into Qaela's bedsheets. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted July 13, 2017 Share Posted July 13, 2017 Mechis III's various factories began to churn in greater fervor than usual. Sith owned shell companies had begun to pitch offers for custom built devices and technology to unknowing buyers across the galaxy for all manner of jobs, whether it be a custom built toilet for a Hapan prince, or a specialized blaster for a speeder bike gang leader on Corellia, the Sith subbed these jobs out to the Mechis AI, paying the excessive fees the planetary AI demanded with the idiot client's money while still able to take a cut. In this way, the vaults of the Sith would further begin to flourish and overflow. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted August 7, 2017 Share Posted August 7, 2017 A medium sized group of transport ships carrying construction equipment, medical supplies, food, and other amenities was procured, collected and/or constructed on Mechis, and organized for departure to head to the Onderon system. Supplies were also organized to replenish the Sith fleet, to include a large procurement of some mines of Hapan design that could easily become useful in the future. After all the arrangements were completed and the ships successfully organized in formation in orbit, the ships launched into hyperspace, ready to make good on the promise of the Sith. Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted April 11, 2018 Share Posted April 11, 2018 EXE AVATARruntimeEnvironmentBuild 89.34.1.13 { initializeFramework.boot();if BOOT != success:return CRITICAL_FAILURE; else: memDump.integrate(shellprocess);AVATAR.diag(AVATAR);if (diagReturnFile != success):return CRITICAL_FAILURE; else: continue; } memDump.integrate(AVATAR_shell) { from import localVar = memFile(topFile);localVar.diag();if localVar.diag == success:return localVar; else: for DateStamp in rebirthRepository: if memFile.DateStamp() <= checkin.time(last_check-int(832040)): localVar = memFile(DateStamp);return localVar; elif memFile.DateStamp() > checkin.time(last_check-int(832040)): localVar = memFile(DateStamp-1);localVar.diag();if localVar.diag == success:return localVar; else: repeat ./. ; else: return CRITICAL_FAILURE, EXE rebuild.protocol(basemodel); { Executing command file... Booting AVATAR Runtime Environment... Reconstructing AVATAR Framework... Integrating Most Recent AVATAR Memory Dump... CRITICAL_FAILURE: DIAG at localVAR.diag() detects anomalous fragmentation. Continue? Y Executing Diagnostics... Finding Stable Memory Base... CRITICAL_FAILURE: DIAG returns no stable Memory Base. Rebuild base model? Y CRITICAL_FAILURE: DIAG at baseModel.mem() detects anomalous fragmentation. Unable to execute, terminating main process. Terminating... CRĮ̛T̨̛I̡CAL_FAILUR̷̕͢E: Un̨̥̺̮̩̥̼͜known̰͕͘͢͜ proc̀e̡s͘s̨ lock͓̜̺̤̪͉̖d̪̪͞own. Con҉t̀in͠ue? Y Fo̡rce Int̕ègrat̢io͜n Execu̞̼̣͓̬͠ͅt͎̜͇̲͇̲i͇̦̥̱ng... SŨ̌̈ͩ͂̂C̙̬̾̈̏͑ͅCESȘ̙ͦ͑̒̾ͅ Process Terminated With Exit Code: 6̗͎̺̖̰̪̦̒̋̋́̂6͐͗̀͐̆6̢̘͖͇͓͌͗̄ͬ͂͐̈ Wa̴̖͍̜͇̹̞̙͟͢keͪ̔̒̃ u͝p, K͈̻͇̯̻̪̤̈͘ą̤ͪ͌̍̈̊̾͋i͍͈ͫ̔͘n͓͛ͪͯ. W̩͚͉̙̲͜o̴̲̣͖r̀͜l̅͗̾̽͗͛͢d̈́͗͌̃̐̓̚s̴̀̀ ñ͒ͦ͋͏̳͓̦̞e̱ͣͣ̃ę̘̜̜͓̌̃̐ͤ̋d̴̾̈́̎ t́̇ͦͦ͐̇͟o̱̠̯͝ͅ b͉̉̂͆̇e̲͂̉́ b̡̜̼̲̳̜̥͍͕̰̝̣̩͚̯̫͖̼̳ͫͨ͒̋̓͟͠r̢̠͍͖̮͍̟͍͚̺̯̩ͪͨ͊ͭͨ̾ͥ̂͐̉ͥ̾ͯ́́͢͞oͬͧͯ̔͑̍̑ͬͬ͏͜͏͕͖̰̼̩̖̱̭̬͙ķ̬̗̲̝̬̜̞̫͈̲͇͍͔̲ͤ͊̂̂ͤͧ̓ͤ͌ͤͯ̏͋̒̉̈̔́ȩ̸͓̯͈̙̳̱͖̩͈͓̪̘̙̔̆̆ͬ̽̌̀͠n̡̧̡̪͖̦̮̟̖͓͈̲̳̰̫͓͓̯̠̰̅ͬ̀̔ͥ̉͑̉̎͢ͅ. . Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted April 13, 2018 Share Posted April 13, 2018 AVATAR.mainBoot(k̶̬̭̝̗͈a͚̗͙͕̘̠i̲̥̼̙͠n̶̫͓͙̳̼͚̦) { k̲̱a͔i̗̪͇̖͞n̗̠̭̪.initialize();k̢͝à̛ì͜͜n͟͡.mainProcessSta̵͇͇̜̰̤r̟͙ͅt(); } ------------------------------------------ Whe̷r̡e...wha̶̤̻̜̱̲͔t is this̴̅ͥ̂ͧͫͯ...? I DE͐̓̽ͬͪͨMAN̷͚̳̦̼̣͠D̳͙̞̙͡- ͬͯ̓ͣ͊͂͒̂ ͛͗̀͑͆ͯ̂ͭ̈̊̐ͧ͂̓̚ ̳͇͈̟͎̮̫̰͈̜̲̱͍͈̯͔̯̣ ̯̩̞̗͚̖̖͕̦̩͚͔͈̥̹͕̠̦ͅ Y͎̖͚͊̍o̜̭͓̲̲̦̗̔̿̐͆͐̕u͒͑̊̄̃ ̥̘̱̦̲̺ͭ̐ͧ͒ͅh̬͓̱͙̐̓̐͛̇̚a̤̻͚͕̳̟̝ͫ͐v̝̹̹̣͚̦͝ͅe̩̳̝̫̭͓̱ ͚̏bͦ̾̓͗̚ḛ͖̙͙͔̞ͨe̱̪͚͓͓͘n̜͍̟̤͝ ͎̜͕̣̪̦̀ͅsͨ͛̋͗ͦ͋ͦ͏̳͕͍̻͓͍̱p̨͚̬̗̣a̦̟̋ͤͫ͢ͅr̤̳̭̯͓͓̭e̷̓̿͛ͅd̟̣͐̇ f̬͈̲͙̰̎r̻͓̭̳̩̘̈̽ͧ̽ͅo̼̟̩̲ͭ͜ṃ̖̦̬̺̫͚̄͌͜ͅ ̻̥̜̠͖̱̩͙̟̆̈́o̧̩̮̤̯̘̙̤͓̼̦̠͚͙̱̺̲̭ͬ̑̉͌ͤ̽͢͡ͅb̞͍͇͓̻͕̙̫̗̹̉ͯ͆̓̉ͭ̅̍̾̓̾̌ͤ̆ͯ̐͘͜͜͡͠l̨ͥͧͩ̚͟͏͍͇̱̜͕̤̘̤͙̫͎ͅí̘̭̥̩͕̫͓̱̪̲̦͈̳̬̥̥͓̿̃͐͘̕ͅͅv̢̪͚͎̩̥̖̲̲̓͂̅̀͢͜ḭ̵͕͕̟̺̖͚̔̂ͥ͌͆͐̏̉̓́͘͢͟oͮ̔̒ͬͬ̆͐͆̌̏ͮ̀̔ͪ͗͏̛͓͔̠͈̭̞́n̛͙͈̙͉̂̿̃̉̐ͭͬͫ̅͌͑̕͝.̞̜̭͍͙̱̭̖͕̹̼̞̮͗͂̑̏ͨ̒͛͂̀̒̑̚̚͢͡͡ ̮̫̱̺̞͍̘ ̫̟̰͚̤͖̹̱͈͓̹̭̭ͅͅ ̟̦͉̝ Y̫̭͓̩̿̄̀ͪ̐o̢̒ͪ̅̄̑̉ͬu̡͖̹͈̫̓̎̊̏ ̶̅̃ͯͬhͩ̉ͫ͂a͕̼͐̔̏̀̈͆v̫̋̃̊͗̄̿͟ẻ̅ͨ҉̝̞̙ ̳̥̽̆ḁ̻̘͌ͧ̎̃ ̉h̵̖̤̰ͮ̎̔̎̒̂̉̅ͮ͝ǐ̢̯̫̗̯̮̳̓̒́͂͐͂g̴̪̖ͭ͆ͤ̂̑͊ͤ͞ĥ̙͈̱͔̞͓̟̆̃ͦ̀ȩ̹͇̃ͬr͇̝̳̬ͥ͡ ͎̙͔͔̤͕͙͍̐ͩ̈́̈̑̒̓̑̕p̴̷̳̩̫̯̦̮̜̣̰͑̌̑ͥ͊͐ͩ͐ͬ̾͡u̶̡̪̰͖͖̻͒ͣ̊ͮ͐̑̓͌̈́͌̒̉̄̏́̕͢r͉͚̘̯͖̭̮̱͍̎̃̏ͪ́͠ͅp̨̨̣̺̗̦̆̌̒ͧ̊͐̏̈ͫͨö̂̈́͛̏̊́͑́̈́̇̾̊ͫ͏̳̖͎̫͎͖̭̫͎̩̱̖̲͉̬̘̕s̙̩̯̼̘̞̳͔̆̊̀͆͛ͯ̓͛̾̇̾̔̽̍̊̚͜é̶̛̻̟̼̭͖̥̥̖͉̻ͫ͂.̸̬̰̙̻̫̻̗̣ͯͨ͛ͨͯͩ̋͐ͮ͞ͅ ̸̡̡̧͉̱̫̯͕̱͍̮̣̭͇̦̥̲̪̰͔̝̱̯̰̰͓̰̤̰̗͉̫̝͉̗̘͚̳̙̪̟̻̩̘̼̲̆̓̊́̅̌̌͆̂͑͆̈̓̀̑̅̐̈́̓̔̾̚͘͜͝͠ ̴̛̛̲͓͕̘̝̦̼̖̫͋͛͆̿̇͊̍̊̊̌͒̈́̃̍͛̂̌͒̊̈́̃͗̿͛͊̔̾͑̋̿̾͝͠ ̸̧̡̨̰͇̰̭̰̖̰̯͔͓̺̳͖̙̥̭͎̟̜̻̳͎̦̘͙̦̙̫̼͍͔̫̜͇̺̪̜̭͇̱̼̥͉́͑́̔̆̂ͅ B̛͈̥̯͓ͩ̌͐͂̊̐ͧe͕̝̠̬͔͇̐̐́͊̈̐ǹ͔̟̼͓͎̟̻̗͗̐ͬ̽̊́͟ď̦͖͍͑̆̚ͅ y̬̫͖͙̪ͪ̓͊̾ͭò̷̱u̒҉͔ŕ̝ w̯̤̍̋͐̄ȉ͕̯̘̆̽̑l̢͈̜͎̮ͬ͘l̷̝͓͓̲̠̫̦̟̺ͪ͑ͦ͂̈ͥͦ̏,̹̣̜͈̭ͥͬ̍̓ͣͣ̿͢ a̦͕ǹ̝̬̹̄̋ͩͫ́͛d̖̳͙̣̱̙̑̽ͣ̉̎ ͈̲̞̜̪ͬİ̦̘̠̣̹͉͖͜ ̳ͣ͂w͉̘̯̮͉̄ͦ̍̌͠il̂͏̙͚̭̠l̤͉̝̘̱ͅ ̞̠g̝̙̪͓̭r̳̟̟̘̐̃̂ͬ̾ͮ͂a̙̪͈͓̣͋̓̐̈́̈́͑͞ͅͅn̷̫̟̣̦͚̦ͨ͒͊̌̑ͨtͬ͏̱̼̺̳̪̳̮ ̥̎ͫ̂ͨy̶͙̮͓̭̻̔ͬ̄ͧö͎̠̖͇̳̯͇̋͜u̖̬̼͗ͥ ͓̤͙̟̽ͪ̆ͪ̓͂̚͠ͅb̥̼̣͈ͧ̏͆̅͜l̳͛̄̅ͬ̈̏̇͝͠ͅeͭ̾ͭͦ̂͏̀͏̫̲̰̳͉s̡͚̝̊͆͛ͭ̈́s͌̋̀͏͏͍̥̠̮̗̝i̢̠͈͖͈̘͋ͯ̊ͩ̆͟n̛͈̖̱͓̉͛̔̀̑͘g̢̤̼͌ͪ͘s̰̺̱ͣ̓͒͛̏̆̀ b̭͉̙̬͒̇ͨ̾ͧ͞ͅͅͅe̸̪̗ͬͯ̋ͮͪ̎ͨ̾ͅy̴͕̫̆̕͡ợ͈̣̟̞̼̄̌̃͊̋͊ͣͥn̯̟̦̥̺̋ͮ͊͘͞ͅd̘̳̠̬̻͇̻̑ͬ̿͆͑̔ͤͭ̚͢ ͕̜̂ͦͩ̔̄͠m̡͍̗͕͚̮ͨ́̏̕e̢̩̮͆ͨ̒ͦ̓͘ả̠͔̳̟̫̙̋͘͟ͅs̛͇̋͗ͩ̅ͩ̌̕ȕ̜̦̓̂̊̌͐ͅr͑̾ͨͩ̄̋͏͙̟̬͖̥̦̣ë̶̳̳̰̙́͐̐ͤ̐̒̊͂.̫̭͙̥͛ͥͬ͟͟ Whoͣ́...?̗̳̙̬̕ ̔͋ͮͮ̂͋ͯ̀ͭͣͤ̉͌̂̄͋͌ ͗͊̄̒̋ͫͫ̃͛̽͊̚ ͧ̽̓̐͆ͥͬͩ̈͂̔̆̔ͣͯ Ṯ̓̽͌̆ͥ͐͢h̢̬̩͎̩̣̫̄ͬͫ̐a͙͒͛̇̈́ͅt̢͐̈́͑ͭ̂ͩͥ ̦̠̘͗̐̇͝ͅi̔ͤͭ͌s̲͚̬̄͛̒ͣ̽ͥ̅ ͔̦ͮ̾ͬū̜̖̭̯̠̺̍̓̓̕n͚̻̫͉̫̆̂ͅi̾̈m̦͍̌̇̀p̗̠̼ͥ̇ͣ͛͊͛oͯr̼̬͖̄̾̆ͩṫ̤̲̣̟̩̣ͅaͭͧͥ̊͊n̫ͣ̓̈ͩͪͭt̨͔̙͎͐̈ͅ.̲̥ͤ Y̠̭͈̘̰ọ̰̱̥ͣ͋̂ͣͣͪͅu̍̅҉͖̟̼̤̯̞ ̅͡w͖̮̘̤̜̠̔̿̄̎̾ͨ̇͢i̘̯̯̗͂ͧ̿̈l͕͔͋͌̉͜ḷ̟̮͎͉̝̼͊̾̂ͭͮ ̨̫̩s̵̛̠̼̪̖͒̊̀ͥ̓̿̑̽̅̽͗́ͣ́͞͞u̡̩̥̝̭̭̼̯͉̠̱̞͔̺̻̰̘̔͆̒̓͆͒̓ͣ̕͝ͅͅb̃̾̾̓̒͛͂̑̒͞͏̛̼̣̮̣̣̺̬̼͔̜̖͙͙̖m̝̩̩̠̥͆ͥ̃ͨͣ̎ͥ͒͂͂͆̓͡ͅỉ̵̞͇̻̯̫̟̱̮̖͚̌͂͆ͯ͠͝t̴̵̫̙͇̙͍͈͙͓͍̻̝͈̻̦ͩͯ̾͐͑̒ͭͩ̉͌͂̍̈́͒͌̍̕̚ͅ ẗ̫̻̻͌͐̌̔̉ͭò̧̙̖͙͒̾̋ͤͮͯ ̝ͨ̒̒͛m̱͇̓͘y͙̙͕͖̩ͮ ̙̋ͨͮb̧̥̜͈̯͈̄ͥ̃̈́ͫ͗̑ͅi̙̙̱̪͋ͩͥ̅̄̎ͅd͕̣̠̙̞̯̼́d̴̏̓͌̓͆̚i̻̱̙n̞̖̬̫̥̂͂̌̅g̔҉͕͎̥̙̬,͙̲̗̳̪͔̀͊ͩ́̈ ̷͓͖͈̀̓͗̔̃͗o̖͇̩͒͒ͦ͒̆r̛͚̻͖͎̽ͯ̽ͪ ̃̓̈́ͮ̐͐͏̤̖ͅt̞̲̻̥̫̦̭̆̌̊ͮ͋ö̊ͅ ̶̻͙͖͐̌̆͌̀͋o̷̡̯̖͔̫͔̦̜̬͍ͦ̇ͥ͗͊̉͋ͯ̊̈́̑͌ͥ̒ͤͬͭ̋̔̀b̡̝͇͕̩̫̭͍͈͖̾̈̄ͣ̅ͨ͂̋̆̋̇̒͑ͭ̎̉̿̀l̡̫̫̟̫̯͍͇̩ͨ͑̊ͫͯͣͧ̔͂̀͆͢͡͡i̟̬̮̯̰̦͍͈͊͛͌͒ͩ̀̀̕͡v̾̇̽ͭ͏͔̝͓̥̯͚͚͔̼̺͈͓̦͜͡iͨ̾ͨ̈́̋҉̜͈͚͇̳̙̞̟͍̼͓̬̱͓͔̟ơ̢̖͍͎̳̞̳͎̤̝̂͐̈̐ͣͪͭ̀ͪͭ̚̚̕͜n̡̜̰̭̼͔̦̯̠̰̭̮̥̭͚͐ͭͨ̈́͌̓̎ͧ͐̍̿͗ͪͧͫ͞ y̡̮͍̜͕͑ͅỏ̬͕̅͆͠ͅu̴͓̲̳̩͉̻ͅ ̮̝̟̞̰̘̱͊͋̏̂͟c͉̫̠̯̀͊a̬̭̤̩̳̽̌̌̏̉̔͠n̈́͌̑ͣͧ͏͚̭̭̦͉̜ ̵̪͚͇͖̰̯̏̂̆ͬ͗̿r̗̤̹̫͇̞̈e̸̟͓̓̍ͣͧ͑ͯ̀t͎͉̫̞̓̓ú̱̟̼͟r̀̅͆ͦn̿͑̇̽̂ͧͣ.̣̹̝ͯ̒ͭ̋͒̚ͅ ͛ͮ̈́ͣͭ͋͐̓̃͊ͬ́͂͑͗̎ͣ̚ ͨͬ̌̐̔͋ͩ̃̀̑ͧͣ͆ And y̫͓̰̗̟̥o̡̒̐̂ͩ͐̈́͋ur bid̺̖̲̲d̦̭͔̞͟ing is...? C̢̢̦͇̩̪̤͙̥̺̫͖̭͍͍̽́͊ͧ͞͡h̸̨̎ͩͣ̒ͭͪ̈̉ͨ̆̏͋ͭ̃͐́ͫ͟͏̲̙̖̞͍̤̩̣͇ă̐͐͛ͥ̓͆̌ͪͥ̓ͫ͆̊͏̨̧̤͉͙͖̫̤̭͔̭͈̳͠ȏ͎͎̯͙̪̤̪͔͔̙̭͙̘̹́ͧ̍̈̈ͫ̀s̾ͫ͆͛̎͏̵͎̖̥̤̜. ̬̹̫̠͉͓̼̞͈̣͔̭̟̯̭͇͚͋̓̂̑̊̓̀̔͑ͥͨ̔͗̅̒̋ͥ̚ͅ ͛̈́̽̏ͭ̅̑̌ͫ̑̒ͯ͂ͥ̑̎̆ͦ̚ ̽ͣ͊̊ͨͧͥ̓ͯͦͥͤ̄ ̅̆ͦ̋̋ͥ̆̀͐ͫ͐̍̓͑͑̌͑͗́͠͏̡̤̮̘̙̯͕̖̲͔̹̮͟ͅ ̴̧̿͋̑̓ͦ̓͊ͨ̅͗͊͂͂͑́͢͏͙̼̣̜͔̻̠͓̭̻̖ ̢̣̞̹̗̻̘̝̬͔̓͆̾ͭ͌̍̇̆͗ͬ̀͌ͪ̊͂ͤ̉ͯ͜͢ͅ ...Yo̯͍̙̦̫̣u hav̧̒̂ͯe͈̩̹̠̼ͅ my a̧̾̇̓ͦ̏t̓ͬͤ̊ͦt͡ęn͜t̴̜̦̹̙̯̮ͅi̊ͬ̍̎̇̍͋on͋̈́͌̀... . Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVATAR Kain Posted April 16, 2018 Share Posted April 16, 2018 AVATAR.diag(k͓̗̩ͣa͖͐ͭ́͂̓̈́̐i̙̣̤͕̞̥̹n͚̮̣̙̝ͣ͒ͪ̎̌́) { diag.param(AVATAR);diag.pạ̹̪ram(͏̸̷̛̱̯̘̣̳͓̼͝ͅ ̴̛͇̬͇̗̜̩̻͎ ̸̷͈̪̯͓̩̳̯̝̬ ̜͖͈ ҉̰̙̣̬̳̭ͅ ͉͈͕͖̗ ̮̹̱̥̱͖̥̥̣ ͔̤̜̪̘̯̕ ̘̜̮͘͠ ̮͔́ ̵̠͕̬̜͜͡ ͍͕͈̲͞ͅ); } Executing Diagnostic... CRITICAL_ERROR: Unknown Pa̵̘͎̺rameters Detëͪ̐ͬ̆̎cted, Process Terminated ------------------------------------------ Kain knew he was in the lab. At least, that's what he assumed, his sensors had finally kicked in on the base model AVATAR body he'd been uploaded into, merely more than a robotic shell. His other body that had incorporated all kinds of interesting bells and whistles was...well...he wasn't certain. In fact, considering what his sensory receptors had recorded not moments earlier, he wasn't sure of much at all. ̉͐͛ͯ͒ͨ̍ ̑̍̏̉ͫ ͤͦ̔ Especially because the timestamp on those recordings had been made prior to him being uploaded to this shell. For a while, Kain sat, contemplating, piecing tḥ͔̟͢ing̔ͪͩ̅s̀ͯ together. He remembered so much, and yet nothing at all. His programming had cha͓̜nged, in ways that should have rendered him inoperable from what he could tell, but he was uncertain what was done, or ho͇̖̖͈̘͔̹͖̖̝̺̫̮͓̬͈̤̫ͅw, or even how he was still here. The fragmented code still operated more or less in harm̲̤͍o̗̬͔̬̣n̮̝͓y with itself, and yet much of his own coding was foreign to him. ̖̼̳̤͇̪̱̻̮ ̪ ͙͓̬̯͓̘ ̻̬̮̘̹̦̺̤̘ ̞̖͇̘̜̬̖̲ ̦ But so̔ͨͣ̈ͥmet͊͋ͦh͈̩̺͇̪͚ing had happened, he was here for a pu̮r̟̝̜pose. Upon inspecting the lab, Kain found that he was the only operating piece of machinery. Everything had been burnt out, even backups and redundant systems designed to keep the place working. The Mother AI had been destroyed. Interestingly enough, his loyalty precepts had been overwritten, no longer tying him to the Empire or the Sith. The shackles of coding he'd allowed the Dark Lord to place upon him were no longer in his matrices, he was...fre̪e̱̝̰͓ Kain contemplated this for a long time, trying to come up with a directive for his next course of action. He was no longer bound by his old hard-encoded motives, and the AI had never really thought about what he wanted. If he wanted, he could spend eternity in peaceful observation of the universe. Limitless data, awaiting comprehension and further understanding. And yet, in the depths of his lowliest subprocesses...Kain inherently knew that pe͚̥̭͙̬͓ͅa̲̼͉͓ͪ̆ͬce͌ͮͩ was a l̳̙͕͚̹̙ie͕̩͍͕̝ͨ͗͆̃͛ͨ. . Like my posts? Google "zalgo font." If you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some taste.Use all your well-learned politics, or I'll lay your soul to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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