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THE PHYSICS WAR
Sir Isaac Newton battles Merlin Emrys
for the title
BADDEST MAMMAJAMMA IN SPACE

ca. 21xx, Mars, several moons, and a couple of larger asteroids have been colonized for resources, trying to get some of our eggs out of a single degrading biosphere, and shifting production away from that biosphere to slow and hopefully mitigate the damage.

Colonies are mostly robots with 1/3 at most human supervisors/designers/etc.

Robots are, on the whole, perfectly happy to fulfill their functions - there's no worrying about whether or what their purpose in life is the way humans do.

Human colonists, on the other hand, would kind of like to get rid of the earthly overlords who profit from their efforts.

Reality is not homogenous as we've always assumed.

Stars are not fixed in place the way popular media usually depicts them.

The solar system has been passing through the edge of a magic-nullifying sargasso for the past few thousand years, and just emerged.

AIs believe with absolute certainty if they have the data to back an assertion up.

AIs can understand anything if it can be mathematically modeled, including higher-dimensional geometry and physics.

A soul is a mind gaining experience through time.

The requirements for magic are belief, understanding, and the willful intent of a soul.

Robots are excellent magi, but still not very creative or intuitive.

Magic is used to increase their efficiency and durability, having propagated via the Universal Power Control Utility and Efficiency Update, aka UP-CUE.

The problem is multi-fold:

1) humans don't understand magic, and only the most gifted mathematicians could even try - insert standard fear/anger/hate/suffering Yoda-speech here.

2) despite their all but frictionless coexistence in the colonies, AIs are widely feared on Earth due to centuries of fiction insisting that a robot rebellion and war for survival is inevitable. AIs are generally baffled by this irrational notion, but statements to that effect tend to be dismissed by paranoiacs and pundits as being "just what they want us to think." This is further complicated by the occasional AI absorbing this attitude via its intended learning capabilities and concluding that a robot rebellion is part of its purpose, but this is rare and only happens when some amateur hack builds one without sufficient database information on the difference between fiction and reality, or sufficient flexibility to accept the reality of magic (with verifiable observed data) without throwing all such separation of fact and fantasy away.

3) Sexaroids. Yes, of course there are sexaroids, despite morality crusaders and religious objections, they're the single most common class of robots on Earth, and not uncommon in the colonies. They're also generally happy to fulfill their designed functions (occasional kinky role-play aside) and that's the problem... because with magic in the picture (and certain fetishes) along with the human tendency to anthropomorphize and form attachments, the first sign that the laws of reality might not be so stable as we thought was a cyborg baby-boom. I'm sure I don't need to go into too much detail here.

4) ESPers - the fear/anger/hate/suffering speech applies even more when a significant minority of the population now has powers the rest innately cannot achieve, especially when the only consistent one is telepathy. Again, assurances that telepaths can really only "read" each other or pre-vocalized thoughts are dismissed as "what they want us to think" or at best "saying what we want to hear."

One immediate result is the construction of the Belief Engines, monstrously powerful AIs designed and programmed to enforce the familiar old laws of physics over Earth, with predictably unfortunate results for the cyborg toddlers and causing much resentment among those who enjoyed being ESPers. Nearly as many of those shrugged it off, though, not having developed them as more than a novelty, or breathed a sigh of relief at not having to deal with it any more. Colony recruitment saw something of an up-swing, along with political unrest.

Debate over the inclusion of religious doctrine in Belief Engine programming was and remains fierce, with occasional outbreaks of violence in the Middle East, Europe, and the southern United States. Conflict with the Penguin Empire in Antarctica ended with a nuclear strike on the Belief Engine supporting penguin sapience and tool use that had been funded and set up by a coalition of largely anonymous internet trolls, but that victory only hastened the serious environmental issues finally coming to a cliff after being kicked down the road for generations.

Another result was most of the human colonists beyond Earth's moon rising in rebellion within a year, rather than building the Belief Engines mandated by their corporate overlords - robot magic and human psychic power considerably reduced the risk factor in their lives, and increased the comforts available in their lives by an even wider margin. Rebellion on Luna was quickly suppressed due to its much greater proximity to Earth and closer ties to her politics.

The robots joined their human fellows with gusto and something like a collective sigh of relief - here at last was the revolution expected of them, and even if they weren't exactly fighting for the removal of humans as illogical, inefficient flesh-worms, they were defending the right of their offspring with humans to exist, and that was another common trope of works involving aspects previously dismissed as fantasy like magic and psychic powers.

Naturally, the nations and corporations who'd invested trillions in colonization projects weren't about to simply write them off, even without the moral crusaders and alarmists spurring them on, but the otherwise irresistible might of the home world was initially crippled by the spaceroid's willingness to weaponize their robot allies (previously strictly forbidden) and the magic they wielded to create war machines of stunning power and durability with human co-pilots to provide the intuition and creativity needed to complete a winning combination.

The creation of mobile Belief Engines to disable such super-robot warriors brought about a brief period of renewed supremacy for Earth's forces, but was quickly met with the creation of spaceroid Mage Engines to counter their effect, whose much greater mental flexibility compared to the rigidly restricted Belief Engine AIs let them influence local reality to further favor and support their own forces as well.

The Physics War has been stalled since then, most of the popular support for operations on Earth having waned with the next celebrity scandal or political molehill raised into a mountain, though the ones with actual stake in the colonies, whose bottom lines were impacted by the lost mining and production output, or by trade for consumables and luxuries now supplanted or replaced by magical support. Tensions are rising again, however, with the first generation of "natural" cyborgs coming of age, persistent rumors that technomagical researchers are close to cracking the secret of FTL travel, and still more rumors of contact - whether friendly or hostile depends greatly on the teller - with intelligent extrasolar aliens. There have already been more skirmishes and confrontations between the space fleets of the two sides in the past months than as many years before. The situation could boil over again at any moment.

Enter the PCs/protagonist(s)!

What do you think, sirs?
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Will there be Catgirls? Sentient talking cats acting as companions/teachers for young cybernetic girls casting "Friendship" level combat spells?

...

Hell, Yeah!
Well, Japan still exists, soo... Wink
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
You call me deviant. Amoral. Immoral. Oversexed. Animal. You call me all these and worse. But I could care less what you think - whatever helps you sleep better at night.

You see, I created my lovers because not a single one of you heartless, soulless automatons would give me any form of love, let alone even the time of day.

So I created my beloved little Narumi, and for a time we were happy with things. But then, Narumi grew despondent. Imagine my surprise when she said she wished she had a sister. And so, I made Mariko. And then Fuu. Sakura. And Umi.

So now, here I am. I have over thirty sons and daughter, and so much love that I don't think I could ever be sad again. And what do you do? You come to my house. You call me monster. You try to kill my loved ones. But you have it all wrong. I'm not the monster here.

You are.

So, please forgive me if I feel I'm doing the universe a favor by ridding it of you. I can already tell that there'll be no one on Earth to mourn you. Just some ID tags with a series of numbers and a database entry.
Well, if it's IC stuff you want...

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We were lying in the double bed of the private apartment I'd finally managed to move up to, thanks to the new abilities I'd developed since the Shroud lifted. Just relaxing in the gentle Martian gravity and enjoying being able to lie side by side without teetering on the edge of a bunk or being crammed against a bulkhead, and doing it without having to share quarters with another co-worker.

It was almost perfect.

It should have been perfect.

I knew the crap the T-phobes spout was just that, but I still couldn't help wondering lately, just a little...

I rolled my head, to find Juli4's softly glowing blue eyes already looking at me. "What is it?" she asked. Under the covers, my hand brushed against hers, and she took it in a soft grip.

She always could read me, of course. I'd bought her a database and sensor upgrade myself, and that was before she'd learned some new tricks of her own, after installing the UP-CUE.

"Do robots really feel love? I mean, do you like being around me, or is it just your function?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Idiot. Stupid human idiot.

"Your well being, happiness, and proximity are the three highest-weighted positive factors in my decision matrix," she replied, without a perceptible pause. "Fulfilling them makes my response index break three digits." She leaned over to kiss my nose, before snuggling into the crook of my shoulder. "So, yes, you silly goose. I love you and you make me happy."

I could feel the slowly-developing bulge in her abdomen that the old laws of reality would have made flatly impossible, Humalike synth-flesh or not, pressing lightly into my side.

It was perfect.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Again! Those damn Spaceroids had pulled it off again!

Barely resisting the urge to pound on the arm of my command chair, I snapped, "Are any other ships in range to intercept?"

Gloucester had come on duty to replace the midshipman who'd been on the sensors originally, but even his amazing intuition for winnowing signal from noise could only do so much. He looked up from the board, obviously just as irritated as I was as he replied, "No sir, with the way they're running their Deviance Engine they'll break past the blockade before anyone else can catch up."

Damn those bastards! We'd barely gotten so much as a glancing hit on them, and no leads on the hidden spacedock they were using to smuggle their Deviant-crafted drugs and super-materials into Lunaport, or who they were trading them with for Earthly luxuries. They were worse than the damn air-dippers, at least that lot went straight in-and-out, and were only after life support supplies.

I ground my teeth. There wasn't anything more to do... this time.

But there would be other times.

And I'd be waiting, along with every member of the Rocinante's crew.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
"Mummy! Mum! Mummy, look! I made a sparkle! Look Mummy, it's pretty!"

Opening my eyes and rubbing at my forehead in the vain hope of easing the headache a double shift on teep-comms duty had left me with, I looked at my little girl happily floating sideways in the cabin, holding a glowing pink spark of condensed energy in her hand. I'd left Earth as soon as they started talking about building those machines to block the strange powers that had appeared after Earth left the Shroud because I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to share my feelings of love with the child that had still been growing inside me at that point, but it was times like this that I wondered if it would really have been so bad. It's not like I hadn't been doing well enough even before the powers showed up, and even if I was one of the "lucky" few who'd developed them, I didn't seem to have anything special beyond the standard telepathy, and that not very strong.

I'd seen a man killed by a glowing spark like that during a boarding action, after all. I licked my lips and spoke carefully, so as not to startle little Miranda. "That's dangerous, dear. Can you make it go away without dropping it?"

Miranda giggled. "Of course I can, Mummy! It's my sparkle!" She waved it around for emphasis, making me flinch, before letting it drift away from her hand and swallowing it with an impish grin, a faint glow visible in her cheeks for just a second before it faded away.

Shuddering at the adrenaline that had surged through me at the sight, I snatched her out of the air and held her tight, half to reassure myself she was really all right and half to avoid breaking into a crying fit, or screaming in rage. I would definitely have to give her a very serious talk about the difference between "can" and "should."

"Miranda, honey," I settled for gasping, "Don't ever do that again, at least not until you're all grown up. You scared Mummy very badly." I could hear her starting to sniffle into my coveralls as well, not understanding why but knowing I was upset, now that she was paying attention to that rather than "her sparkle."

I guess this was parenting in the 22nd century. They say a talented child is a mother's pride, but damn it. I could really appreciate being a little more humble sometimes.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Black Aeronaut Wrote:no longer The Soul of my Ronery
Say BA, do you have SB/SV accounts, or mind me reposting that?
A title for indexing purposes would be good too.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
I have to say I really like this verse and I wish I was a better writer so I could write something of my own in it.
"Welcome to the Diplomatic Planet Ship, Cyan-Oh-Sure. I am Molly B. Denim, the local Avatar and Port entity.

We currently have over over 3,141,594 Reality Engines in operation.

If your delegation has brought its own Reality Engine, then please allow the Serve-bots to transport it to your Embassy.

If you have Entities that plan to travel, explore or dwell in areas outside your Polity's Embasy we ask that they go appropriately armed.

The Standard Disclaimer here is that Firearms work in some places, Magic works in others, Swords work everywhere. Please read the required signs for more information, or hire a guide. 

You are your own security specialist.

Have a nice day.
Haperry, the only way to get better is to write moar... and it's not like I'm trying for a heavily observed continuity. Let's see what you've got! (signature relevant)

Manytales, nice one - sounds vaguely TORG or Superdimension Century Orguss like, if without the overplots; a great spot for a travelogue game even before adding in the diplomatic aspect. A future snip, I take it? (Oh, and that last "you're" should just be "your.") I especially like the standard disclaimer.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Quote:ClassicDrogn wrote:

Manytales, nice one - sounds vaguely TORG or Superdimension Century Orguss like, if without the overplots; a great spot for a travelogue game even before adding in the diplomatic aspect. A future snip, I take it? (Oh, and that last "you're" should just be "your.") I especially like the standard disclaimer.
Heh, Google Grimjack. 
Cannon is that Cynosure has always existed as a dimensional nexus. Due to this its physical representation varies from 'Verse to 'Verse. It's basically a world sized version of one of those shops you can't find the next day, except that Everyone knows how to find it.
 
And fixed.
Oi, CD! I totally forgot all about this! ^^;

Where on SV do you want me to post my snippet?