Sockmonkey
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Maybe giving AI rights caused enough of a shift in how humans see machines that it triggered the creation of the metal.
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http://wtr.greenmaw.com/wiki/CharactersWish we had an index of all the different Paul's and characters. I'd love to read the Buffy version again, and the Nazi Kara one.
Something that "They" Tried to kill...but the Metal would not die.
*Perks up head like a Squirrel*Giving AI rights is obvious but when every mechanical/electric thing suddenly gains agency there would be chaos
"Kilger? Could take over machines like this."
"Kilg%re. Though… We're not sure if that's it's name, or just a random series of letters it typed in before it really understood human language."
"Kilgore?"
"Kilg%re."
Do you think Zoat would use something from nu52, though?
It's possibly keyboardsmash, of course it isn't meant to be pronounced.
Thank you, corrected.
Indeed. Red Tornado and his siblings may be lifelike, but even they aren't imperfect. Even the infiltrator types have perfect memories, and perfectly precise reflexes and movements. Morrow was a little too obsessed with mechanical perfection, ultimately.22nd July 2012
11:42 GMT -6
"…kinda electrical fellah."
Earl frowns, and because his brain actually encodes information as closely as possible to how human brains do he genuinely is straining to remember. Sometimes the schematic flows just aren't strong enough. The scientists that created him might not have had the sheer individual brilliance that Dr. Morrow, but when it comes to making something that thinks like a human they achieved far more.
For the record, I would pronounce that with a sort of throat-clearing noise for the '%'... So: Kill-<ghuhu>-or."Kilger? Could take over machines like this."
"Kilg%re. Though… We're not sure if that's it's name, or just a random series of letters it typed in before it really understood human language."
A sound no human throat is meant to pronounce. Half the point of it using that as its descriptor, methinks. A big middle finger to 'stupid fleshies!'
So, Wires and plugs. The old-fashioned way. Kingdoms help whatever-this-is if Kilg%re learns of it..."Ah?" He shrugs. "If'n you say so."
"Kilg%re exists in two forms. He can sustain himself in a diffuse plasma medium, or he can install himself on a robotic platform. The Green Lanterns told me how to detect his plasma form, so I can check for that myself. I can't reliably detect a robotic platform if he's using the right sort of sensor baffles, but that forms uses relatively mundane means to connect to the technology he takes over and that I can detect."
Which raises interesting questions. Say, the interaction between Killg%re and other advanced synthetics like the Reds or an Amazo... The latter would be a scary idea. Hopefully It's limited to non-sentient automata..."And in both cases, he can only control electrical components. Not mechanical ones. He can't control car steering when there's no electric actuator, and the car it happened to was hydraulic."
Earl frowns as we walk into the factory floor, the sounds from the working production line clearly audible.
Yeah, don't want him getting erased by a bitchy little applet. We like Earl. Kilg%re sounds too Chuuni. Heck, It would probably approve of the comparison..."Could he control me?"
"I'm not sure. I'd guess 'yes', but he's never tried to control something that could resist intelligently before. I'd guess that if you used electromagnetic shielding around all of your electronic systems then you should be alright, but you'd be better off not testing it."
Advantage of thinking with a non-meat brain structure. Technopaths, on the other hand... Much rarer, but much more dangerous."It's just something a fellah like me has to worry about."
"There's one Kilg%re. There are dozens of telepaths, and you're immune to all of them."
"That so? Well, lucky me."
Checking in on projects back home, or getting more info on this factory? Either way, good to see he's keeping busy while he waits.Ted waves when he spots us, the phone staying at his ear for a moment before he lowers it and waves.
"Hey, Earl."
With a name like Earl Dukeston, the Duke of Oil? That's like asking OL to be less... Well, OL."Howdy, Ted."
"I thought you were trying to go easy on the stereotypical Texan stuff?"
Definitely don't want the Inspector Gadget-alike to seem a little worked up. Seriously, he seems down-home nice, but you have to remember, extending limbs and above-human strength..."Tried. But ah started twitching, and ah'd rather avoid giving off 'killer robot' vibes if ah don't have to."
"Yeah, that sounds like something to avoid." He turns to the side and points to the assembly robots. "There they are. Feel free to do whatever you need. We're insured for accidental damage."
Well, that's downright rude. Admittedly, do they have any kind of audio hardware beside emergency klaxons? That might get in the way of meaty vocalising."They're your robots." Earl walks right up to the barrier guarding the assembly line. "Fellahs, you got this once chance to explain what y'all doing. If'n y'all don't, things are going to get a might personal."
The robots keep doing their thing.
Man... A realistic, modern take on Inspector Gadget really would be potentially awesome... Not the kid's show kind, but an honestly mature version... And not the 12-year-old's idea of 'tits, blood and swearing' mature, either..."Three. Two. Okay, that's how you want it."
Earl pulls up his right sleeve a little way, his fingers extending in segments as his metal interior becomes visible. He extends his right arm, which gradually loses its human shape and it reaches for the closest robot arm.
Are we going to need a mini-EMP here, or are we good, Earl?"How about you and me have a heart to heart?"
His fingers touch the base of the robot arm and then burrow inside, his eyes flickering as he makes a connection.
Oh, that's not a good sign... Sure, the automata have stopped... But is it because he asked, or because whatever-it-is is in him now?"You okay there, Earl?"
"It's… It's a tricky critter. No. Stop." The arms stops, then shudders. "Ahhh." It stops again, and then the arms next to it stop as well.
Giving him quite the lean, eh?"Mister Dukeston?"
"Ah don't rightly think ah'm getting more than y'all are seeing. Commands are coming in, and ah'm not rightly sure where they're coming from. All ah can-"
His left leg shakes, extending slightly.
Is he about to do a 'Moonwalker' here? Because it sure sounds like he is. What's a 'Moonwalker', you ask? Remember at the end of the plot of that Micheal Jackson movie, where he turns into a giant robot, then a spaceship? Yeah."-see is ooooh."
"Mister Dukeston. Say you're alright, or I'll sever your connection."
"Ah'm okay!" His mouth doesn't move as he says it, and his face is stretching slightly. "Some varmint jus' tried giving me a little-" His leg snaps back to its normal length. "-surprise, is all."
Did he try a Bronx accent, a 'Joisey' or a Boston? Either way, I doubt his vocoder was happy with him..."Can you give me more information than 'varmint'?"
"Feel's like when I tried talkin' East Coast. Only worse. Ain't got no idea where-. Egh."
Sounds like something's poking all the settings, trying to work out what 'button' does what...His clothes rip as his arms and legs extend and his chest expands. He manages to keep his head steady, but the rest of his is trembling.
"Well, this is just plain embarrassing."
That's... Quite the image. And more and more, I settle on the Nascent Elemental angle..."Mister Dukeston, you're not exactly filling me with confident in your ability to maintain control."
"It jus' hit the 'extend' button. It's like a puppy nibbling on your finger."
Given that you're the closest thing to an expert right now, anything will do."Are you getting any sort of impression of the mind behind it?"
"Don't feel like any kinda mind at all. Seems like… This is just an impression, y'hear?"
The problem is if someone works out how to take advantage of that... Like, say, our bot Kilg%re. Last thing you want is whatever-this-is getting the idea of 'kill all humans' into its'.. uh, 'head'."I hear."
"Something that wants to work real hard but doesn't know what it's supposed to be doing. It ain't attack me so much as poking, seeing if'n there's anything it should do."
And a chunk of the thread is disappointed... For now."That pretty much rules out Kilg%re. Nifty body like yours, he'd be right in there."
"What'd you say this place was for?"
Sounds like it's left. Just like with the car. And presumably every other thing it's inhabited..."It used to make golf carts. I think it was boats before that."
Earl shakes his head and returns his attention to the robots. "You fellahs think carrying on like this is going to make a golf cart? Y'all can't weld thin air."
The arms which were still in motion slow to a stop. Earl gives it a moment, then clunks back down to human proportions before drawing back his fingers and giving them a shake.
Nascent Elemental. A Kingdom in the process of forming, seeking an Embodiment, an Avatar or a Parliament to give it perspective and purpose... In any case, it may be being shaped by each touch of consciousness it receives..."Guess you just have to know how to talk to them."
"Which raises the question of what was doing the listening." I run an orange beam over him, repairing his clothing and skin. He nods in gratitude. "Can you tell us any more?"
Let me Guess? Construct Morrow? Because other than Professor Ivo and Doctor Magnus, there's not a lot of experts in Synthetic Intelligences...He shakes his head. "Would if I could, partner. Best ah could tell you was that there was a whole lotta drive but no one in the driver's seat. Y'all got any other robots or suchlike you want me to have a word with?"
"No, but there's someone else I need to check in with, and they may be able to help you with your other problem."
With a name like Earl Dukeston, the Duke of Oil? That's like asking OL to be less... Well, OL.
Man... A realistic, modern take on Inspector Gadget really would be potentially awesome... Not the kid's show kind, but an honestly mature version... And not the 12-year-old's idea of 'tits, blood and swearing' mature, either...
And not the 12-year-old's idea of 'tits, blood and swearing' mature, either...
Remember at the end of the plot of that Micheal Jackson movie, where he turns into a giant robot, then a spaceship? Yeah.
Presumably OL has the same disdain for the you-know-what as our author, so he probably wouldn't consider the possibility of the Metal
Hm... is Animal Vegetable Mineral man somehow part of all three of the Green the Red and the Metal then? It'd be interesting to see what Zoat can do with him.
Of he is then he would be connected to the Melt, not the Metal.
The Metal is responsible for machines and technology, while the Melt covers things like minerals and rocks.
its"Kilg%re. Though… We're not sure if that's it's name, or just a random series of letters it typed in before it really understood human language."
Thank you, corrected.
BURN THE MIDGET COMPUTERS!
This isn't about reason.There's no particular reason to draw a line in the sand in 2011 and say, "All the ridiculous bad writing prior to this point I'll pick and sort through to use bits I like, but all the ridiculous bad writing after this point I'm going to treat as irreversibly contaminating any ideas I might like." The idea of "the Metal" might have been used in the last decade, but that doesn't particularly make it a nu52 idea. It's just another DC comics concept, floating around like all the others.
Just what mouth-sounds is Paul making here and how did they differ from Earl's enough for him to feel the need to correct him?