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  [Story] [nextgen/alt] Archimedes' Lever
Posted by: M Fnord - 03-22-2007, 12:46 AM - Forum: Fiction - Replies (12)

Another nextgen mini-story, with a pretty radical shift from Rob's. Blame all differences on Superboy punching time. Enjoy and speculate to your heart's desire. --The Mgt.
ETA: Here's the first part, explaining what's going on. Mostly.
ETA 3/22: And here's the next part, where things take a turn.


Once upon a time, one day near the very end of the twenty-first century, the Earth exploded. And that was when we knew we were out of time.
We'd been living on borrowed time for ten years, since the day Earth closed off all communications and millions of immigrants swarmed to Luna, Mars and Venus. No, not immigrants - these were refugees, people who'd lost their homes and needed a way out. We didn't know what they were fleeing at first. The stories every refugee told were different, none lined up with anything we knew about what was going on dirtside, but they had some basic things in common: out of the blue, Something had started to devour their homes, and they either fled or were kicked out by the planet's new masters.
It was Stellvia's telescope rig, something Noah Scott had installed decades earlier as a cheap tourist gimmick - "see your house from here!" - that showed us what was really happening. Everywhere we looked, a tide of self-replicating robots were reshaping the terrain. It wasn't a grey goo, not exactly. It seemed like much of the landscape was still there, but it had changed. It looked... functional, like it had been reconfigured for a specific purpose. Putting that together with the refugee's stories, the SMOFs came to a conclusion: something, some experiment on Earth had gone horribly wrong.
Or worse, something had gone horribly right.
It was a singularity, the long-prophecised point at which technology started to evolve faster than the people who'd created it. Some damned fool had managed to slap together a powerful AI with equally powerful universal nanotech, and the combination had bootstrapped itself to superhuman intelligence. And having become a god, the AI decided to remake the world in its image. That's what the refugees were fleeing, the singularity tide absorbing first the information technology, then the infrastructure, then everything else.
Oddly enough, back in the first few years of fandom, everybody figured that it'd be the fen who set off a singularity. Rapture of the Nerds and all that. Even we figured that it'd be one of us - most people's money was on the Professor - who ended up converting us all into posthuman uploads. In the end, though, it was the staid, cautious mundanes who triggered it all. Ironic really, even funny in a bitter way.
As the singularity spread over the planet, the SMOFs debated. Some people talked about fighting the singularity, trying to prune it back before it destroyed Earth. Nobody really took that kind of talk seriously. By the time people started talking about fighting back the singularity was so entrenched that we would have to destroy the planet to root it out. Even then, if we missed one node, one cluster of nanomachines the whole nightmare could start all over. In the end, the SMOFs decided that as long as the singularity wasn't trying to spread over our communications channels, Fenspace was safe. For the moment. So we watched, and waited, and planned for the day when the other shoe would drop.
And it dropped. Boy did it ever drop.
**/ Long, Long Time Ago
**/ Javier Navarrete
**/ Pan's Labyrinth Original Soundtrack
Watching the recordings, Earth's destruction seemed almost dreamlike. There wasn't a flash of light, no fountains of fire or molten rock spraying. It wasn't violent at all, which made it all the more terrifying. The planet just started to come apart, tiny hexagonal chunks of the crust breaking off and moving away from the surface. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as more and more chunks detached and drifted up. Earth rotted away, layer after layer of material peeling off and expanding outward in a cloud of debris.
But it wasn't debris. Nothing tumbled in free-fall, there were no flashes from secondary collisions. Each fragment held its position perfectly within the overall structure. Once we saw that, we realized that the singularity hadn't been content with simply eating Earth's surface. It had sent assemblers down deep into the planet - how it dealt with the molten conditions we still don't really know - and converted that mass into the same purpose-driven machinery. Earth wasn't Earth anymore, it probably hadn't been for quite some time. The singularity had transformed our homeworld into a planet-sized Beowulf cluster.
The effect all this activity had on the local environment was pretty dramatic. As the gravitational point-source holding the Earth/Moon system dwindled into nothing, orbits began shifting. The obvious losers were the satellites in low orbit, but those had been consumed by the singularity in the first day. The fen colonies on Luna and the Lagrange points fared worse; without the Earth's gravity well to anchor them, they started to swing out into interplanetary space. The Lagrangers did well enough; they had expected... well, they hadn't expected that, but they'd guessed that they would have to run like hell at some point, so they were all equipped with engines. The luniks found themselves in the rather unusual spot of having been tossed into free orbit, and weren't shy about saying so, to everybody, on all frequencies.
The situation on Luna was, to be frank, pretty freaky. I had been living there for some years after ghosting, enjoying my quasi-retired status and being a minor annoyance in the Fenspace political scene. When the refugee crisis hit I found myself recalled to service. The Patrol needed an expert opinion, and since I was one of only a handful of singulatarians who hadn't immediately headed dirtside to join the Rapture of the Nerds, I was elected. The hands-off policy wasn't my idea, but I supported it; the last thing we needed was a hostile singularity. My job was to come up with contingency plans, and that's what I did for ten years, always keeping a camera fixed on Earth and trying to second-guess a groupmind that was exponentially smarter than I was. In the end, I didn't do too badly. When Earth exploded, I was caught unaware like everybody else, but only in terms of timing. I had figured it would take the singularity another twenty years to start breaking the planet down into spare parts. But I was close.
Anyway, once the initial shock of being cut loose from the mother planet - the Alpha guys were ecstatic and terrified that their core concept was coming true - died down and we made sure that there weren't any significant seismic events caused by the sudden lack of tides, we had to figure out what was coming next. And in this case, like in every other major emergency that hit Fenspace, the first reaction was to call a Convention.
The "ExoCon," as it inevitably came to be known, wasn't the huge party-slash-congress that previous conventions had been. This time it was only a few dozen SMOFs, each one representing the major factions plus a few mundane bigwigs who'd the singularity had left bereft of mundanity. Everybody who could attend in person did so. Even I was there "in the flesh," wearing a Scott-type android for the occassion.
The situation was grim, and improvements weren't on the menu. The cloud of objects that had once been the homeworld were slowly drifting apart along Earth's orbital path. The movement was too regular to be natural, and the SMOFs demanded the singulatarians explain. We told the SMOFs that the devices were part of a Dyson sphere - not a huge solid shell, but a cloud of satellites held in place by light pressure - and that this was only the beginning.
"The concept is known as a matrioshka brain," said one of the Trekkie contingent. "The idea was first put together... well, that doesn't matter. What matters is that the singularity will not be satisfied with just converting Earth. Sooner or later, it will send assemblers to all the planets, as well as the moons, the asteroids, the Kuiper Belt, and convert all that mass into the same thing it did with the Earth." I could see how my colleague's statement sent chills down spines all over the room. It nearly sent one down mine, despite all my knowledge. To research these things on paper is one thing, but to see it happening before your eyes...
"Then we have no choice," declared the chief Warsie at the meeting. "We have to evacuate before the singularity reaches us."
"Absolutely not!" That from the Senshi's delegation. The lady - a Pluto - looked vaguely familiar, and her tone reminded me of past days yelling at the SOS-dan. "My Queen and her people will refuse to abandon Venus without a fight! This singularity monster can't be allowed to steal a century's work from us overnight!"
"Don't be a fool, woman! The 'danelaw governments tried to fight the singularity and look where they are now! Our only hope is to evacuate and rebuild elsewhere!"
"Easy enough for you to say," retorted the Senshi. "Your entire faction is ship-based, and you've already got an outsystem colony! If the Senshi abandon Venus, we lose everything!"
The argument went on like that for several minutes, both sides getting angrier and angrier. I tried to ignore the conflict while I split-screened my mind, looking for a solution to the problem. The inner system was in immediate danger, and the smart money said we should evacuate. But there was too much infrastructure to leave behind - and too many fen would stay behind to try and protect it. Simply running would fracture our society, maybe beyond repair. But if there were a way to wave a magic wand...
Hm. I wonder.
I pulled up some half-forgotten notes from the Sol Bianca, checked them with a year-old report from Utopia Planitia, scribbled on a virtual notepad. Risky, but if it works... I stored my plan, emailed a copy to a few AI friends to doublecheck my figures, and refocused on the meeting. While I was woolgathering, things had degenerated. The Warsie and Senshi delegations were just about to stop yelling and start hitting, the other factions were getting close to choosing sides and the chairwoman was in the middle trying to maintain order.
Enough.
I rapped my knuckles on the table, trying to distract the combatants. It took a minute or two of continued rapping before anybody noticed; made me thankful the knuckles were artifical. The chair managed to shoo the quarreling delegates back to their seats and nodded at me. "The chair recognizes General Fnord, Soviet Air Force," she said. I nodded back and got to my feet.
"The Comrade Ambassador from the Galactic Republic is correct," I said, "that in the face of this peril we must abandon the solar system. We can't stop the singularity from consuming all available local matter to create its matrioshka brain. However, the Comrade Ambassador from Venus is also correct in that we can't - we shouldn't! - abandon the terraforming projects to this madness."
"What do you propose, General? That we fight a doomed battle to protect our worlds?" That was from one of the Martian Pulpers.
I smiled. "Not at all, Comrade Ambassador. I propose that when the singularity finally comes to devour Mars and Venus - and Callisto, Ganymede, Mimas and even Luna - it finds the solar system emptier than it once was."
Dead silence.
"It's a long shot, but possible," I continued. "We've got a good target system. Beta Coma Berenices is thirty light years away, and almost completely empty - two gas giants and no major debris belts. We've got the technology we need, primitive maybe but it's there. And we have one hell of a driving motive to get away from Sol as fast as we can. Fate can check my numbers if you want her to, but if my estimates are even close to right this is possible. We can do this, not simply evacuate the settlements but move the planets."
The Warsie ambassador was the first to regain bluster. "General," he said, "what you propose is just short of madness."
"Madness? This is Fenspace, Comrade Ambassador. Madness is our stock and trade." I looked around the council room. "Most of you are second, third or fourth-generation fen. If your ancestors hadn't been at least a little bit mad, we wouldn't be here discussing our options. We'd be there-" I jabbed a finger at the display of spreading singularity nodes "-stuck as cogs in a deus ex machina. If she were here, Comrade Suzumiya would immediately approve this plan." I smiled. "She'd then tell me to implement it immediately, and not bother her with the details. But that's Comrade Suzumiya for you."

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Mr. Fnord
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  On flying motorcycles...
Posted by: Vulpis - 03-21-2007, 11:38 PM - Forum: General DW Chatter - Replies (9)

Me ending up signing up on the forum here was an aftereffect of a couple of e-mails I sent to Bob commenting on how the 'variable geometry' hoverbikes that Doug comments on having had in the past sounded a lot like some MASK toys (and I pointed him to the silliness of the Ninja Storm hoverbike, where the whole wheel assembly spins around like a rotor *under* the bike).
Well, I just spotted a more *current* edition...Bob, hie thee to a Toys R' Us or similar store and find the Motorcycle/Hoverbike from the 'Sigma Six' toy line (it's supposed to be the latest version of GI Joe). The front wheel mounting is an odd fork, which rotates from vertical to horizontal in the 'hover' mode...and the back fork (and wheel) splits in half and flattens out to the sides...
Hmmm. Now that I look at the title again, I wonder what would happen if Doug landed in the middle of Megaforce. Probably help the 'Egg' *design* the Delta Mark 4, if nothing else. :-) Not to mention the 'inverse photosensitve' coloring materials...

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  Radio, Radio, Who's Got The Radio?
Posted by: Kokuten - 03-21-2007, 04:52 AM - Forum: General DW Chatter - Replies (5)

Hey, quick question - what communications capabilities does Doug's helmet have, Alternatively, what communications capabilities are going to be built into his bike in DW V, assuming he gets to take it with him when he goes...
Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

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  Promotions
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 03-20-2007, 07:02 PM - Forum: The Legendary - No Replies

Logan, Drevinian and I have gone through several exchanges in email over this topic, and here are our decisions. These will be implemented as we encounter people online -- a couple have already happened.
First, we finally hammered out the number of members in each rank we want. For reference, this is:
3 Legends
7 Commanders
12 Myths
18 Tall Tales
35 Rumors
Now, the promotions:
New Myths:
Brightsky (promoted 3/19/07)
Emi Arizona
Jackie Marie Frost
Lincoln Memorial
Morgan Mac Hine
Murphy's Muse
Numero Catorce (promoted 3/17/07)
New Tall Tales:
As a jay bird
Badb
Bowtruckle
Cyberman 8
Passion Cat
Reyshal
Seelepanzer
Sharon Kov
Techno-gentleman
Yukiyo
Congratulations, everyone.
We still have one open slot for a Tall Tale, which we haven't decided on. But everything else seems to be firm, so I just wanted to let folks know. If your name or names is/are on this list, please let one one of us know if we're on at the same time as you, and we'll enact the promotion.

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

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  Lordi - Devil Is A Loser, kinda NSFW for cursing
Posted by: Necratoid - 03-20-2007, 03:41 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (6)

I was clicking through random links connected to the last Lordi song and found...
Lordi - Devil Is A Loser
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u...ed&search=
You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain without pain
Now your bill is in the mail
You got stronger but your mind got weak
You made a promise that you couldn't keep
You got it all - you lost more
It's all there in the fee
Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
First you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint)
And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation)
Get on get on down
There's hell to pay 'cause
The Devil is a loser and he's my bitch
For better or for worse and you don't care which
The Devil is a loser and he's my bitch
Runnin' into trouble you skitch
He's my bitch
You wanted richest and a licence to kill
You got poverty then you got ill
You got poor and you lost your will
All your dreams unfulfilled
I get my kicks when you blow your fuse
No-one got killed but that's no excuse
Hands up, I let you know when it's done
I've got the only gun
And there were no refunds
Just failing guarantees
"Confess your sins, son"
Said the preacher on TV
You got yourself some greasepaint
Set of white and black
All you got was laughter and
Gene Simmons on your back
---
This should pretty much obliterate any contract/wish with a devil/demon and give Doug utter control of the devil for the duration. It may only work on male demons though. The last verse may dress them up like a KISS member and drop Gene Simmons on them... so it summons him for like 5-15 seconds.

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  Legalize Thionite!
Posted by: Murmur the Fallen - 03-20-2007, 05:21 AM - Forum: Fenspace - Replies (3)

As there are no real laws, per se, in fenspace, there can't really be any legalization or lack thereof for drugs. Now while it's arguable about the whole "overwhelmingly addictive and destructive" bit about thionite, it must be remembered that addiction is a medical condition that is treatable and curable, particularly if you've got access to super-medical tech.
I imagine that there are many fen who wouldn't mind hacking their own neurophysiology with or without external means.
So I'm proposing that thionite be seen as "bad" for the first few years after the exodus to space but as soon as medical technology is avaiable the whole paraiah-status of "drug users" be lifted.
-murmur

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  Winter forward, fall back...
Posted by: robkelk - 03-20-2007, 04:18 AM - Forum: Forums - Replies (2)

I just noticed the board's still on Standard Time.
(One would think ezBoard could have fixed that problem by now, considering how often Bob's had to manually adjust the board's clock...)

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

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  Looney Toons!
Posted by: itsune9tl - 03-19-2007, 07:55 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (2)

Can we say Gate song?
To the world of Bug's Bunny and Friends.
And the ironic part is that Doug has this one stored in his helmet.

Quote:
Oh Mache' Curb the Lights!
This a zit? Deny the knights!
No Morey -- hearse
Ignore nursing apart.
Ween? Oh, Avery part! Pie art!
Oh, Mature! Curb the Lights!
This a zit? We lit the hides!
And owe what hides we lit.
Unwitting Joe, This a zit?

I got dem from 'ere.

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  It's The Dude
Posted by: DHBirr - 03-19-2007, 07:43 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (12)

Quote:
I saw it originally as generating a rather lethal simulacrum that matched the song but was nobody "real", but maybe after the Walk, it'll pull up someone he met...
Well, that answered a question I'd been planning to ask ... for some time now, I've been thinking that there ought to be a simulacrum generated by the song "The Dude" (written by Quincy Jones, Rod Temperton, and Patti Austin; lead vocal by James Ingram; copyright 1981 Yellow Brick Road(ASCAP); duration 5 minutes 35 seconds). But I didn't know if Doug knew anybody it'd match -- knew him well enough to create a simulacrum.
Whoever it is, he'd possibly be a martial artist; definitely streetwise. Charms most women and either intimidates or awes most men. Perhaps a touch unscrupulous, at least in monetary dealings, but presumably Doug wouldn't be interested in calling up a simulacrum of an out-and-out criminal, drug dealer, etc. (unless he's in a super bad mood and wants somebody he can beat to death without guilt).
Lyrics:
Who is it
That walks the street with all the action?
(It's The Dude.)
Who is it
That always gets a hot reaction?
(That's The Dude.)
Don'tcha' go makin' no mojo moves
'Round The Dude.
(Don't try no funny business.)
Don'tcha' be coppin' no attitude
With The Dude.
(Hey, hey, here comes The Dude.)
Spoken: Hey everybody in the neighborhood,
The beauty's on duty, better hear me good.
Sister E-flat tomato, Brother B-flat balloon,
Somethin' funky's goin' down, better listen to my tune.
I graduated from the college of the street.
I got a Ph.D. in how to make ends meet.
Inflation in the nation don't bother me,
'Cause I'm a scholar with a dollar
You can plainly see.

He's a winner 'cause it's in his blood.
Ain't nobody who's out there like him.
Any corner in the neighborhood,
That's the place that you'll always find him.
Soft talkin' with a rap so sweet,
(He does it good.)
Ladies call him the Candy Rapper.
(They want his love.)
He's the only one that's really cool
(He's really cool.)
That's the reason why he's The Dude.
Who is it
That ain't got time for foolish talkin'?
(It's The Dude.)
Who is it
That looks so clean you can't ignore him?
(That's The Dude.)
Don'tcha' go mess with
His walkin' stick -- not The Dude.
(Don't try no funny business.)
Don't you double-cross him
He's super slick -- He's The Dude.
(Hey, hey, here comes The Dude.)
Spoken: I'm a stone cold taker,
I'm a piggy bank shaker,
An' I don't waste my time talkin' trash.
So if you go to my school,
You gotta learn this rule --
Don't let your mouth write a check
That your body can't cash.
If you never had it,
Don't pay it no mind.
I know you're gonna get it,
If you take a little time.
Take a piece from the East,
A piece from the West,
Put it where it feels good --
Let The Dude do the rest.

See him steppin' down the street
No forgettin', he's The Dude.
See him steppin' down the street
No forgettin', he's The Dude.
Don'tcha' go makin' no mojo moves
'Round The Dude.
(Don't try no funny business.)
Don'tcha' be coppin' no attitude
With The Dude.
(Hey, hey, here comes The Dude.)
-----
Big Brother is watching you.  And damn, you are so bloody BORING.

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  not sure which thread to put this in
Posted by: Murmur the Fallen - 03-18-2007, 10:25 PM - Forum: Fenspace - Replies (51)

As I haven't had the time yet to read all the Fenspace [and where did that name come from?] threads, I decided to make a little meta-thread for some of the ideas that popped into my head when I read the precis.
First off, handwavium basically shot all of humanity pass the event horizon of the Technological Singularity, with the Fens being truly Rapturous Nerds (a la Ken MacLeod).
This means that the second generation will be almost completely unrecognizable to the first generation of Fens. Their children will be weirder and with interests that will have little in common with their forebears. The Fandom of Tomorrow may be something incredibly weird like . . . watching cheese mature in a cave. They'd discuss the best moisture level for the types of cheese, how the various molds fight against each other, which section would taste best at which stage, etc.
There may be entire nations built around the fandom of cheese.
And that's just one example
Secondly:
Here are some ideas for various clades and polities that are relatively small in number but could show that nothing is monolithic in space . . .
except for the Black Monoliths: Fens who had uploaded themselves into the Black Monoliths of 2001 fame, and have secreted themselves in one of Jupiter's moons, possibly Hegemone. They rarely deal with other inhabitents of the Jovian system, i.e. browncoats, but do occaisonally trade information. Their goals have to do with modelling genetic experiments on baseline humans, though rumors abound that they have a bioreactor and have gone beyond simple modelling.
Bekenstein Breakers: Quasi-monastic infotech order that have devoted themselves to achieving informational density beyond that possible within a black hole, i.e the bekenstein bound. They are supported by various ideospace clades and polities, who see the breaking of the bound as the key to true immortality beyond the end of the universe.
Satanists: Contrarian order who believe in God, but really dislike him. Hooked themselves up to life-support, chemically gave themselves MPD, uploaded prayers from all religions, and then started praying to initiate a DoS attack on God 24 hours a day, 6 days a week. (wednesdays are margarita and bowling nights).
Blakes: Anti-Federation terrorists who regularly stage prison escapes (if there are such things in Fenspace) and disrupt trade. Known also for factionalizing, so there are Real Blakes, Continuity Blakes, True Blakes, The Avon Brigade, The Provisional Blakes Army, Blakes 700, etc.
Kuiper Brain: a computronium mass originally made from a middle sized kuiper belt object, now massing about the same as the moon, holds a community of purely ideospace beings running about 100X human cognitive speed. Not much is known about them, as yet.
The "Socialist Swarm": name given by outsiders to ideospace/baryonspace amphibians who travel the solar system and possibly beyond for fun and "mutually benefitial resource merger." When seen in baryonspace, resemble porcelain figures daubed in abstract paintings, while in ideospace they resemble platonic spheres. Travel in coffin-sized vessels that "swarm" together and apart like a cloud, but can also merge into larger "ships."
Cold Shatter: Ideological movement or dangerous terrorists, depending on your point of view. Believe that anything larger than an asteroid is just wasted space, with no way to easily access the "precious planetary metals" inside. Want to build and use planet-cracker bombs to get at the resources in all the planets, including Earth. Hated by terraformers and Earthies.
New Sun: Ideological movement for remaking the sun into a stellar engine; possible connection to Kuiper Brain.
Eschaton Express: Two Island 3 cylinders retrofitted into near-light starships so that a community of humans would skip "all the boring bits" and go straight to the end of the universe. Rumored to have devised a time machine so that they could come back with the True Cosmological Knowledge. In their wake, grew a powerful legend that sees other groups of humans doing the same.
Possibly more to come.
-murmur

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