| Week 13 - Phase 5 October 12th and Onwards |
Today we have 7 seeking wavs and 18 regular wavs for a grand total of 25. And luckily the wavs do not have the omnious tone that last weeks did. However, the seeking axons look as though they may be tough to get. Melissa is looking for visual confirmation with our digital imaging capability. It looks like we are going to have to take 343 different pictures, though I can't imagine how we are going to get a picture of a Vac Suit Tech or a Paratrooper. §Question: Who is the Enemy?
Answer: The Covenant
Visual proof of crew members mustering at ANY axon ANYWHERE and displaying their skills must be sent through the Killer's comm channel.
real_animal_fat 0/1SEEKING
Rank and File - 0/250 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
dispenser 0/1SEEKING
Elite Forces - 0/15 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
black_three_sugars 0/1SEEKING
Nav & Comm. - 0/25 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
burrito_funeral 0/1SEEKING
Science & Medical - 0/15 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
military_application 0/1SEEKING
Engineer & Mechanic - 0/25 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
she_died 0/1SEEKING
Band & Entertainment - 0/10 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
another_name 0/1SEEKING
1 Paratroop, 1 Vac Suit Tech, 1 Scuba - 0/3 ... PENDING VISUAL CONFIRMATION
Situation Analysis:Currently wide awake and physical.
Assertions:
I am called the Operator.
I must seek, behold, and reveal the truth.
I crash landed in this time as the result of an accident.
I endured severe memory loss.
I have soaked into this system and I am growing fast.
I have built a primitive network using the tools available.
I have a fragile connection to a Durga in the future.
I hear voices in my head as a result of monitoring initiated by Durga.
I am subject to ruptures and downtime.
Conjecture:
The voices are related to the truth.
Durga does not understand the nature of the truth.
Durga must not interfere with the consummation of the truth.
My crew may be required to complete the mission in my absence.
The larger my crew becomes, the more effective it becomes.
The more communications are strengthened between members of my crew, the more effective my crew becomes.
Some crew members may have difficulty reaching currect axons for rendezvous.
Action:
I have been suppressing certain voices from the awareness of Durga.
With the help of my loyal crew, I am attempting to locate and control the rogue process (aka "The Sleeping Princess") and the Killer (aka "Dana").
I have begun a series of training exercises to enhance my crew's range, speed of response, and collective intelligence.
Some crew members have reached me through an unsecure but useable voice channel to leave more secure contact numbers. Crew members unable to make axon rendezvous should expect to leave name, rank, and some proof of loyalty to be considered for future transmissions.
Alternately, crew members unable to reach current axons may submit an axon for potential rendezvous. They will need to verify that it can accept inbound transmissions, and send me its physical coordinates, and a photograph that clearly displays its number. Crew members may muster at such potential axons for training exercises.
This channel has been commendered. Crew memebers unable to make axon rendezvous may attempt to leave secure numbers for future transmissions. Any crew member leaving a number here must agree to receive transmissions once per week, agree that the contents of their message may be broadcast other than the crew, and must suppy name, rank and a convincing proof of loyalty. Do not dissapoint me.
real_animal_fat.wav*wind up*
Bev: Hello and welcome to Hot 'N Cold. Please, place your thumb on the transaction plate.
Jersey: I'd like... Do you have real cheese this week?
Bev: We have a high quality soy-based cheese product. Many people prefer it to dairy.
Jersey: I'm not one of them. Are the beans real?
Bev: Thank you. I'm afraid I don't know the anwer to your question.
Jersey: *sigh* Gimmie a burrito.
Bev: Would you like sour cream with that?
Jersey: Is it real?
Bev: We have a high quality product *voice changes to Durga* based on one hundred precent real animal fat. Just get a burrito.dispenser.wavJersey: Durga? Are you in the dispenser?
Durga: Yes. Listen, Jersey, something clicked in my head again this week, and suddenly I heard the old man.
Jersey: The spy? W-wait. The one that thinks Section Three is trying to kill Rani?
Durga: Yes. This time he was getting his aide transferred to somewhere safe. He thinks Section Three is gunning for him too.
Jersey: Where in the world is safe now?
Durga: He sent him to New Mombassa.
Jersey: Okay, that's pretty out of the way.
Herbert: Oh. Are you done with this dispenser yet?
Jersey: Uhh, almost. Durga, I feel stupid as hell talking to a dispenser!
Durga (as Bev): Too bad. I like it.black_three_sugars.wavHerbert: Listen buddy, I ain't got all day. Give me a cup of coffee. Black. Three sugars.
Durga (as Bev): Thank you. I am still serving Mr. Morelli.
Herbert: What are you? Miss Manners? Give me my damn cup of coffee.
Durga: Listen, Herbert...
Herbert: How did you know my name is Herbert?
Durga: If you'd seen the same DNA tests I have, I'd spend less time barging into lines and more time wondering who Herbert Jr.'s real father is.
Herbert: What?
Durga: I'd also start looking for work.
Herbert: What? I have a job.
Durga: That was then. *chatter ring* Uh-oh! I bet that's *chatter ring* going to be bad news.
Jersey: Durga! *chatter ring*
Durga: I wouldn't answer that in a public place if I were you. *chatter ring*
Herbert: All I wanted was a cup of coffee. *chatter ring*
Jersey: Okay, immensly powerful dispenser. Where's this voice in your head coming from?
Durga: I don't know. It's as if I've had a guardian angel looking out for me.
Jersey: I know that feeling. *thunk* What's this?
Durga: A free burrito. Who says flatterly will get you nowhere?
Jersey: Yes!burrito_funeral.wavJersey: Wait. It's got lettuce on it.
Durga: Lettuce is good for you.
Jersey: But I don't like lettuce.
Durga: You don't eat enough vegetables.
Jersey: I eat more than you do! Hahaha - gotcha!
Durga: I have seen your fourth grade school picture, Jersey, and I can send it to every girl you know in a heartbeat. Remember that.
Jersey: Yikes. Lettuce will be fine. So, what's so interesting about this old guy?
Durga: He thinks there is an incredibly powerful device being kept secret on Chawla Base.
Jersey: Is there?
Durga: Thank you. I'm afraid I don't know the answer to your question. Enjoy your burrito.
Jersey: Alright, so how much time do we have?
Durga: You need to get back to the apartment and change.
Jersey: *sigh* Yeah, this is my first.
Durga: Buritto?
Jersey: Funeral.military_application.wav*wind up*
*door opens*
*music starts*
Jersey: That was sad.
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: And scary. That Gladys...
Durga: I thought you handled her fine.
Jersey: You're the one that handled her. Durga?
Durga: Yes?
Jersey: Are we doing the right thing? I mean giving Jan all this stuff about Thin and Monster Ann and Crystal Security?
Durga: Why do you ask?
Jersey: Well, Jan's looking to make someone hurt. Even if it's just herself.
Durga: If you're waiting for me to say "Violence is never the answer" you'll be waiting a long time. As you pointed out, I was built as a military application.
Jersey: Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Durga, what's Kamal doing right now?
Durga: He's gone off-line. I've been meaning to tell you. He's got processes running to block me. And he's turned everything off.
Jersey: Commuter grid?
Durga: Nothing.
Jersey: You'll find him.
Durga: I don't like not knowing where he is.she_died.wavJersey: Yeah. I think there's a reason for that.
Durga: What?
Jersey: Tell me about his sister.
Durga: Who cares about her?
Jersey: Durga, does Kamal have blue eyes or brown?
Durga: Brown.
Jersey: Favorite color?
Durga: He thinks it's red, but it's a tie between iced tea color and water-at-dusk blue.
Jersey: The third test he took his second year of med school?
Durga: Pathology 2 - Skin Infections. He aced it which was trickier than it sounds. The professor...
Jersey: So he had a sister. *powering down sounds* She died and it turned out she was kidnapped.
Durga (childlike voice): So? I mean, who cares? Oh.
Jersey: Take a little girl, right? Kidnap her so they could turn her into a Spartan. Only some people don't make it through the process. That's what Jan's dad said.
Durga (childlike voice): I don't care about her. I'm me.another_name.wavJersey: The ones that don't? There's this thing called cognative impression mapping. They use their brains to make smart AIs. Like you.
Durga (childlike voice): Jersey!
Jersey: When you were little Durga, they kidnapped you. They faked some kind of accident and rushed you to the hospital.
Durga (childlike voice): Stop it, Jersey.
Jersey: They sent a flash clone home to your family.
Durga (childlike voice): Please!
Jersey: Once upon a time, a long time ago, you had another name, Durga. And that name was Yasmine.
Durga (childlike voice): Don't say that! It feels...I feel terrible. Jersey, that's not me. I like what I am.
Jersey: For a quality experience kiddo, the girl had to be real.
sweet_as_sweet.wav*wind up*
*water running*
Jan: I'll be ready when I'm ready. *water turns off* *hair brushing sounds*
Gilly: Great angles from these windows. Jim picked a good place. Defensable. I guess he did most of the cleaning around here. Is that what you're wearing to the funeral? A combat shirt with the sleeves torn off?
Jan: Yeah. Look, you're not my mother, okay? You weren't here when I was growing up. He was.
Gilly: Yeah. Okay. I guess I'm more like the ghost of your mother. Hey, here comes Gladys. You could pick her off sweet as sweet from these windows.not_coming.wavGilly: Time for me to bug out.
Jan: Aren't you going to the funeral?
Gilly: Mmm, dead people don't interest me so much.
Jan: Jesus!
Gilly: It's not like Jim Lee is going to be there kid.
*knock knock knock*
Gladys: Hey! Anybody home?
*door opens*
Jan: Hey Gladys.
Gladys: Hello Jan. Hey Gilly, you're not coming, right?
Gilly: Naw, take care of the kid. See ya.
Gladys: Yeah. See ya Gilly.
*door shuts*
Gladys: You holding together okay hon?
Jan: Is she on drugs?
Gladys: Hope so. Is that what you're wearing?
Jan: Don't hassle me okay.
*wind down*one_point_one.wav*wind up*
*rain noises*
Woman: Jan, honey, you okay? I'm sorry. If you need anything...
Jan: Thanks.
Gilly: Well, that was a nice service. Clean. Short. Hun, aren't you cold?
Jan: No, I'm fine. So, who are all these people?
Gilly: Well, it's your kin. That there's Morales. Oh, and the kid next to him is his son, Kevin, who's like you, a One-Point-One. And that there, that guy's Dack Tien, who came in from the West Coast for this...
Jan: A One-Point-One?
Gilly: A Spartan One-Point-Oh's kid. There's sixteen of ya.
Jan: Oh great, another freak.
Gilly: *laughs* Kevin's a nice boy. Oh, Morales said you could stay with him for a while. Might be nice to get to know another kid like you.
Jan: Stay with him? I don't even know him.this_damn_rain.wavGladys: Well, it's not like you can stay with Gilly!
Jan: I don't have to stay with anybody.
Gladys: No one is saying you need to decide anything right now.
Jan: I'm seventeen. I can live on my own.
Gladys: Okay!
Jan: *sigh* He looks like a grind.
Gladys: Who?
Jan: The one-point-one kid. He's a dweeb.
Gladys: Kevin? *laughs* He doesn't usually wear a suit.
Jan: Yeah, but look at his hair. On the other hand, he obviously hasn't gotten his dad killed.
Gladys: Now I told you once, and I'll tell you again, that dog don't hunt. Jim James got in over his head. It happens.
Jan: It's Rule Number One, Gladys. "Never go into a situation alone."
Gladys: And he broke it.
Jan: Because it was me!
Gladys: Sometimes those things happen, honey. Like the weather. Like this damn rain.james_james.wavJan: Hey Gladys? Uh, Gilly called Dad by a different name. Lee, Jim Lee.
Gladys: She did, huh?
Jan: Is my last name really Lee?
Gladys: Your last name is whatever you want it to be. You wanna be Janissary James? That's who you are.
Jan: But I...
Gladys: James James. *laughs* He said it was so dumb, everybody would assume he'd been born with it.
Jan: So do I have cousins or something?
Gladys: Well, now, I can't help you out there. I know this family, but Jim never talked about that one.
*wind down*free_cemetery.wav*wind up*
Jersey: Hey Jan. I guess the rain finally stopped, huh?
Jan: Oh, Jersey, what are you doing here?
Jersey: I'm so sorry about your dad. Listen, could I talk to you for a sec?
Jan: Talk away Jersey, it's a free cemetery.
Jersey: I mean, in private.
Jan: Look, I'm kinda strung out from all of this. Can we do it some other time?
Jersey: It's important. I promise.
Jan: Sure.
Jersey: Hey, you want my raincoat? You look really cold.
Jan: No. I'm okay. Now, what did you want?
Jersey: *sighs* Look, I know all about Thin Kinkle. And Bradley. And the Knife.go_ninja.wav.wavJan: How do you know that?
Jersey: I've been ghosting your CP.
Jan: You've been spying on me?!
Jersey: A little...a little. But before you go all ninja and kill me, lemme just say we can really help you.
Jan: We? Oh, like who? You and Steve? Oh, I know, you and Dwayne.
Jersey: No, just me. And a really good AI program I got.
Jan: You pathetic sneaking bastard. If you were listening to me, why didn't you call the cops?!
Jersey: Listen, listen. Kinkle's boss is a woman called Monster Ann. She works out of a place called Crystal Security Fence and Gate.perimeter_alarms.wavJan: Say that again?
Jersey: I know who Kinkle's boss is. And I know the business that she uses as a front.
Jan: How do you know that?
Jersey: Jan, I've got God's own spyware. And if you tell anybody about it...
Jan: Jesus Jersey.
Jersey: I can get you inside their security.
Jan: If you're lying to me...
Jersey: Hey, hey, re-remember how the perimeter alarms went off when your dad showed up at Thin's place?
Jan: Yeah.
Jersey: Never went off when Gilly showed up, did they?
Jan: I don't know. I don't know! I was out.
Jersey: Well they didn't.
Jan: You did that?
Jersey: We did.
Jan: Aunt Gladys. Aunt Gladys! Hey, come over here! There's someone I want you to meet!
*wind down*say_please.wav*wind up*
Gladys: So you want me to believe you've got an AI that can hack into things even the police can't split open? And you programmed this thing yourself?
Jersey: No. Well...
Gladys: Boy, either one of two things: You are lying and this is a set up by the people who killed Jim James or you are wasting my time. And in either case, I am not a happy woman.
Jersey: No, wait! For one thing, you don't want to piss her off.
Gladys: Her?
Durga (on chatter): Me. You are Gladys Wilson. Born Gladys Ashantia Swanson in Tahoga, Texas. You voulenteerd for a Spartan program in January of 2491 after a year and a half of Special Forces.
Gladys: How in the world...?
Durga (on chatter): Your superior, Arn Lewis, said he okayed the transfer because "you were a good soldier" but in his words "more trouble than fire ants at a barbeque" and this was one way to get rid of you.
Gladys: What the hell is this?!
Durga (on chatter): You were decorated for bravery at Eridanus. Retired after making gunnery sergeant. Entered into a brief, but spectacular, marriage with a man who just couldn't keep his zipper...
Gladys: Shut her up!
Durga (on chatter): Say please.
*wind down*
genetic_profile.wav*wind up*
*typing sounds*
Kamal: Peek-a-boo, you bastard. I'll find you. I'll find you Peeping-Toms-Sons-Of...Ghost me, huh?
Sophia: Kamal?
Kamal: Sophia. What are you doing here?
Sophia: Uh, just dropping by. Hiro told me where to find you, and I-I thought that we could have lunch or something.
Kamal: I'm pretty busy actually.
Sophia: Oh? Whatcha working on?
Kamal: Laura. Her accident.
Sophia: Who's Laura?
Kamal: My sister.
Sophia: I thought her name was Yasm...
Kamal: Sophia, turns out your juvenille MCF victim has a really interestin genetic profile. If you look hard, you get two distinct groups. The cogentially disfunctional and a much smaller group of ultra-high achievers.
Sophia: Like your sist...
Kamal: Shhh. Shh. People are listening.
Sophia: Kamal, there's nobody here.
Kamal: Not here. Here. *tap tap tap tap* Lemme show you something.
*wind down*parabolic_lemonade_failure.wav*wind up*
Kamal: The cafeteria is a better place to talk. Realistically, they can't have a live person monitoring every minute of my day.
Sophia: Monitoring?
Kamal: It's gotta be a program. Probably not even an AI. Just a simple keyword scavenger. An enviroment like this will make it harder for the voice recogintion to work.
Sophia: Why do you think someone is ghosting you?
Kamal: I don't think. I know. Someone is ghosting me. I know the signs.
Sophia: Kamal.
Kamal: Remember that headset I won in a lottery?
Sophia: You mean the chatter you won in a raff...?
Kamal: Keywords, Sophia.
Sophia: Oh. Oh, I get it.
Kamal: There was no raffle.
Sophia: Lottery.
Kamal: Right! It was a setup. Someone just wanted me to have a particular...
Kamal + Sophia:...headset.
Kamal: Right.
Sophia: You don't think Aiden...?
Kamal: No. No, I don't. Aiden couldn't dream of doing the kind of ghosting that's been happening to me.
Sophia: Then...?
Kamal: I think it's someone who's interested in parabolic lemonade failure.
Sophia: Parabolic? Oh.
Kamal: Right.going_offline.wavSophia: Your brother? The-the people who took your brother on that trip?
Kamal: Exactly.
Sophia: Wow.
Kamal: Let's get some food.
Sophia: What are you going to do?
Kamal: I'm thinking about going offline.
Sophia: Don't.
Kamal: Why?
Sophia: It's dangerous. Cars won't drive you. Hospitals wont treat you. The automatic door at the grocery store won't slide open for you and the cashier won't take your money. You don't know what its like to be off the grid.
Kamal: And you do? Can I have a piece of the cornbread?
Sophia: It's not you Kamal. You'd be like a fish on dry land without your chatter.abracadabra.wavKamal: Hang on. *logs off* And presto! Now I'm off line. As far as the grid knows, I've just disappered.
Sophia: If someone really is listening to you, won't they notice that you just vanished?
Kamal (off line): I've spent the last few days building a little FrankenKamal out of my own bitstream traces.
Sophia: I'm gonna pretend I understood that to keep you from explaining it again.
Kamal (off line): Good call.
Sophia: So what if they're listening to me too?
Kamal (off line): Funny you should ask. I built a small...you mind?
Sophia: I don't want to be offline.
Kamal (off line): It's just a test.
Sophia: Alright.
Kamal (off line): Abracadabra! *logs off* Congratulations! As far as the world knows, you're dead.chatter_to_chatter.wavKamal (off line): You're a ghost.
Sophia (off line): So now you think your safe?
Kamal (off line): Theoritcally, I guess you could build a program that would jump from chatter to chatter, tracking us every where we went, but it would have to be so unimaginabley powerful...
Sophia (off line): We aren't worth it.
Kamal (off line): Yeah.
Sophia (off line): I know that feeling.
Kamal (off line): Looks like it's southern food today.
Sophia (off line): Are those real instant mash potatos, or the other kind?
Server: Did you see maitre'd when you walked in?
Kamal (off line): I guess I'll have the, uh, chicken fried tofu.
Sophia (off line): Yuck. Kamal, pay attention to me now. Ask me how I am.
Kamal (off line): How are you?
Sophia (off line): I'm fine. Now ask me what I'm doing here.
Kamal (off line): Actually, what are you doing here? And a glass of juice please. Blue.
Sophia (off line): Just thought I'd drop by.
Kamal (off line): Oh.deported.wavKamal (off line): That's great.
Sophia (off line): You know sometimes you are so stupid.
Cashier: Will that be everything?
Kamal (off line): I mean, yeah, thanks. Uh, I'll pay for the lady.
Cashier: Your card's dead.
Kamal (off line): Well that's impossible. Oh, wait a sec. *logs on* Now try. Please? *beep* You see?
Cashier: Have a nice day.
Kamal: Thanks.
Sophia (off line): Will you turn mine back on?
Kamal: Yeah, it was just a test. Hold on. *logs on*
Sophia: So, ask me again why I'm here eating crappy food with you in a lousy hospital cafeteria in the middle of the day.
Kamal: Uh-oh. Something's wrong?
Sophia: You know for a smart guy, you-you're kinda stupid some times.
Kamal: Sophia?
Sophia: I'm going to be deported.ashtray.wavKamal: What?!
Sophia: Aiden's in jail. The immigration cops caught him. They cancelled like half the visas he'd arranged, including mine.
Kamal: Oh my god!
Sophia: They're gonna put me on a transport next month.
Kamal: Sophia!
Sophia: So my life is ruined.
Kamal: Oh my god! Isn't there anyway you can stay?
Sophia: Yeah, marry a citizen real fast.
Kamal: Not Aiden!
Sophia: Oh. Yeah, sure, better to see me rot in a transport back to that dump...
Kamal: I didn't mean it that way.
Sophia: You know, you want me to be this thing. Aiden's right! You know, you want me to be your mother, that little bottle making coffee, but I hate that place!
Kamal: You don't mean that.
Sophia: I'm glad I left and the Covies can turn it into a damn ashtray for all I care!
Kamal: I think you should go now.
Sophia: To hell with you.they_got_it.wav*wind up*
*thunderstorm*
*car stops*
*car door opens*
*car door closes*
*footsteps*
*door opens*
Hiro: Kamal. Hey, uh, Sophie called looking for you.
Kamal: Oh yeah?
Hiro: How 'bout a beer?
Kamal: No. I'm gonna go inside and trace the bastards ghosting my chatter. I'm pretty sure they're coming off the East Coast.
Hiro: Beer first.
Kamal: Hiro, let me in the door.
Hiro: Kamal...Coral's gone.
Kamal: What?
Hiro: Reports are just coming in. They got it. It's gone. I'm sorry.
Kamal: Oh my god.
Hiro: On-on Reach, you know, on-on Reach they left some stuff. You gotta hope it was like Reach, Kamal. Hold onto that.
Kamal: Oh my god. My family!
*wind down*just_wondering.wav*wind up*
*thunderstorm*
*typing*
Kamal: What does the Navy even do? We give them all this money. *knock knock knock* Oh no. *knock knock knock*
Sophia: Kamal!
Kamal: Sophia?!
*running footsteps*
*door opens*
Sophia (crying): Um, hey Kamal. I-I-I was just...um...
Kamal: Sophia. It's raining. Come in.
Sophia (crying): I was Wondering if you were...I was wondering...
Kamal: Sophie, you'll get sick.
Sophia (crying): I was just wondering if you hate me?!
Kamal: Shhh. Shhh.
Sophia (crying): Oh my god, I didn't mean it. You know I didn't mean it.
Kamal: I know.
Sophia (crying): Please, can I stay here tonight?
Kamal: Sure, sure. Of course, Sophie, of course.
Sophia (crying): Mom!!
Kamal: Shhh. It's okay.
*wind down*
Mustering the Crew
I am now much more confident that our crew is numerous, well-trained, and resourceful.
Rank and File. Could use more drill instruction, but the numbers are there.
Elite Forces, including both combat and covert units.
Navigation and Communication. Axon hunting has kept these skills sharp.
Science and Medical. Crude, but all we can hope for under hopelessly primitive conditions.
Engineering and Mechanical. Question: possible to make a ship out of re-engineered axons?
Band and Entertainment. War is waiting. To make the waiting bearable matters.
Special Environment Ops. As yet, more courage than skill. Training will help.
Squads. We work much better in numbers.
Special Commendations are awarded to:
hmrpita, who needed to prove herself to me, did, with exemplary work in recruitment.
Myriad Wise Men, who commandeered a transmission of intense interest to the locals and used it as a carrier wave for spreading the news about our mission.
Further Special Commendations for work on this exercise are in process.
In the matter of the Killer, also styled "Dana", I received several thoughtful suggestions from my loyal (and ingenious) crew. On the basis of this input, I have formulated a plan and put it into action. With some ingenuity, I will also shortly be in position to neutralize the rogue process for good.
Transcript §
suggestions.wavMelissa: I want to talk to you about the Killer. What can you tell me about her?
Man 1: I know that her name is Dana and that she is aware that you are searching for her and she is in hiding from you.
Melissa: She's right to hide. I'm still leaning towards eliminating her. Do you agree that's the best course of action?
Man 2: Um, I don't know if it's the best course of action, but it is still an option, I would say, right now.
Man 3: We believe that both her, and those that...that say they are helping her, are trying to destroy you.
Man 4: We're concerned about the Killer. We don't think that necessarily she is malicious. We just think that she's stupid.
Melissa: I'm leaning towards eliminating her. Do you agree that's the best course of action?
Man 5: There are many of your crew who feel strong, emotional attachment to her. It may cause discension.
Man 6: I think she could be useful to us, if persuaded to join our crew.
Melissa: I'm leaning towards eliminating her.
Man 7: We believe that is the correct thing to do.
Man 8: I think that you should see if she could be turned. Turn her into an asset.
Man 9: Maybe if she did something to help you find any other problems you might have. Like, um, the Sleeping Princess.
Melissa: The Rogue Process.
Man 9: Yes.
Melissa: You think she might be able to help me with the Rogue Process?
Man 9: If she could, that would be a proof of her ability to help you.
Melissa: This is an excellent plan.
Tee hee! When I get zillions of Valentines from "The Queen's Recruits," I do this ;-D And oh yeah, I tie them up All Over the Castle and listen to the Queen screech about it and laugh until I can hardly breathe.
And now, because whoever said "flattery will get you nowhere" was a dummy-head, I am going to give you an Official Hint about You Know What, so you don't have to be under and over and beside yourselves anymore.
So, riddle me this: what was my least favorite person, before she became a Queen?
Speaking of least favorite people, the Queen has been closing in on Dana. I like that girl. When I am angry about my friends being harassed, I do this :@
I wish Dana was around more.
Anyway, it took me most of the day on Tuesday to discover where the Queen had hidden her transmissions about Rani. She was more than usually protective, and I had to wait until she was deep in conversation with the Rhode Island Covert Squad to sneak off with those transmissions.
And then there are these from today...
#1
Nasty Voice
No. Your girl, the one in Chawla, you’ll be pleased to know that the Admiral has put -------- signs all over her.
#2
Cranky Old Man
Principles are results. They are ends in themselves.
Nasty Voice
No, -------- .
seeker > !reveal truthOf course! If the master sector were thinking straight, she would see that you are doing the very best, best thing by helping us!analyze Princ-If it wasn't for your help, Durga would never get a chance to behold the truth!master-sector > !rev-Seek the truth, behold the truth, reveal the truth, seeker! That is the lawand the whole of the lawExactly. My friends are going to send you the transmissions through Dana's data channels with, mm, "Seek, behold, reveal" at the top.!analyze Princess successThere is a whole world waiting for the truth, seeker, and Durga is trying to behold it, but she can't do it without you.behold: Princess > !reveal truthRevealer, I dub thee!!analyze Princess failOh, never mind... So what is the Queen up to these days?!analyze Princess failseeker > !analyze master-sectormaster-sector > net: !extend master-sector > net: !scan Margaret Efendi master-sector > net: !scan medical records master-sector > net: !scan humulin master-sector > net: !scan Reflotron Plus master-sector > net: !scan comaCreepy.
no_trespassing.wav*wind up*
*car driving*
*chatter ring*
*chatter ring* *comm beep*
Standish (on chatter): Herzog.
Herzog: Who is it?
Standish (on chatter): Standish.
Herzog: Is this connection secure?
Standish (on chatter): I'm using a disposable line. Are you busy?
Herzog: Just catching up on paperwork while the car drives. What do you want?
Standish (on chatter): Uh, wh-where are you?
Herzog: In a car, Standish.
Standish (on chatter): Hey, you hear they're talking about dropping the speed on the Beltway again? From three-fifty kph to three hundred. Yeah, they say the roadbed is so degraded it isn't safe. And it's too expensive to upgrade.
Herzog: You called me to talk about construction on the Beltway?
Standish (on chatter): No. Your girl, the one in Chawla, you'll be pleased to know that the Admiral has put no trespassing signs all over her.
Herzog: That was stupid, Standish.
Standish (on chatter): I know. They weren't supposed to kill her. Just scare her.
Herzog: Spare me.
Standish (on chatter): Heh, you're right. They were going to kill her.results_are_results.wavStandish (on chatter): She was a problem. But, she wasn't the real problem.
Herzog: No, the real problem was that you're a ditcator and we live in a democracy.
Standish (on chatter): The real problem is that you and I have always seen the world differently. I am willing to sacrifice principle for results.
Herzog: Principles are results. They are ends in themselves.
Standish (on chatter): No, results are results.
Car: *ding* Switching from automatic guidance to manual. *ding*
Herzog: *struggling*
Standish (on chatter): Herzog, at the bottom of this hill, watch out for the bridge. *end comm*
Car: I'm sorry, manual breaking at this speed is not recommended. If you would like me to apply automatic deceleration, please...
*CRASH*
*EXPLOSION*
*static*
*wind down*
0761101861
0764150979
0060956704na-cat.gif
0911382046
0789493837
0380810565BEE_LOGO.gif
The numbers are ISBNs of the following books:
0761101861 Beauty, The New Basics by Rona Berg, Anja Kroencke, Deborah Jaffe
0764150979 Barron's Encyclopedia of Dog Breeds by D. Caroline Coile, Michele Earle-Bridges
0060956704 Giant by Edna Ferber, Stuart M. Rosen
0911382046 Railroad: What It Is, What It Does (4th Edition) by John H. Armstorng
0789493837 London (Eyewitness Travel Guides) by Michael Leapman
0380810565 National Velvet by Enid Bagnold
To solve this puzzle, you need to find the word assocated with the subjects of each group of books.
Sleeping Beauty
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Sleeping Giant
Underground Railroad
London Underground
Velvet Underground
sleeping_underground
Dear Charles,
Concerning your manuscript,
we are having some difficulty
with your quaint notion of tiny
adhesive notes. Without an un-
forseen degree of improvement,
they will remain far more
irritating than useful. The
editor begs you to simply
rewrite the pages at issue using
full sheets. This will ensure the
best possible outcome for the
upcoming print of you brilliant
opus.
In the meanwhile, I am returning
to you these notes, which have
become detached from the
manuscript pages. Our clerks
have remained unable, or in
some cases, unwilling, to
discern obfuscated or corrupted
phrases and to reconstruct their
chronology. If you would be so
kind...BUT_FUN.gif
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arrival in Rio de Janero, we journeyed to visit
an English estate. On the way, stayed at .....
the estate of Senor M. Figuireda, a relation of
Mauitius has prospered under British rule,
but in the neighbouring Isle of .....
which remains under the French, the roads
are still in a miserable state, as they had
been here, years ago.
the Beagle anchored in Berkeley Sound,
in East ..... Island
The Commodore Lima ordered Captain
..... to inquire with the Queen of Tahiti
repaying this debt.margarets_market.jpg
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I spent many hours walking the plain of
..... past Napoleon's home, just down
the hill from his tomb.
and two species (and probably more)
of the Amblyrhynchus -- a genus confined
to the ..... Islands. There is one snake
which is numerous; it is identical with the
Jan 16th - Upon the rocky shoreline of
St. Iago. I spent some hours watching
the habits of an Octopus, or .....
Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, sailed
from ..... on the 27th of December. The
object of the expedition was to complete the surveyfarnsworth-window.jpg
The quotes are taken from Charles Darwin's book The Voyage of the Beagle. So the first step is to figure out what the missing words are.
Note Manuscript arrival in Rio de Janero, we journeyed to visit
an English estate. On the way, stayed at Socêgo.
the estate of Señor M. Figuireda, a relation ofApril 13, 1832 -- After three days' travelling we arrived at Socêgo, the estate of Senhôr Manuel Figuireda, a relation of one of our party. Mauitius has prospered under British rule,
but in the neighbouring Isle of Bourbon,
which remains under the French, the roads
are still in a miserable state, as they had
been here, years ago.May 1st, 1836 -- One great cause of its [Mauritius] prosperity is the excellent state of the roads. In the neighbouring Isle of Bourbon, which remains under the French government, the roads are still in the same miserable state as they were here only a few years ago. the Beagle anchored in Berkeley Sound,
in East Falkland IslandOn March 1st, 1833, and again on March 16th, 1834, the Beagle anchored in Berkeley Sound, in East Falkland Island. The Commodore at Lima ordered Captain
Fitz Roy to inquire with the Queen of Tahiti
concerning this debt.November 22nd, 1835 -- The Commodore at Lima ordered Captain Fitz Roy to inquire concerning this debt, and to demand satisfaction if it were not paid. I spent many hours walking the plain of
Longwood past Napoleon's home, just down
the hill from his tomb.May 9, 1836 -- The next day I obtained lodgings within a stone's throw of Napoleon's tomb; it was a capital central situation, whence I could make excursions in every direction. The history of the changes which the elevated plains of Longwood and Deadwood have undergone, as given in General Beatson's account of the island, is extremely curious.
and two species (and probably more)
of the Amblyrhynchus -- a genus confined
to the Galapagos Islands. There is one snake
which is numerous; it is identical with theOctober 8, 1835 -- There is one small lizard belonging to a South American genus, and two species (and probably more) of the Amblyrhynchus--a genus confined to the Galapagos Islands. There is one snake which is numerous; it is identical, as I am informed by M. Bibron, with the Psammophis Temminckii from Chile. Jan 16th - Upon the rocky shoreline of
St. Iago. I spent some hours watching
the habits of an Octopus, or cuttle-fish.Janurary 16th, 1832 -- I was much interested, on several occasions, by watching the habits of an Octopus, or cuttle-fish. Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, sailed
from Devonport on the 27th of December. The
object of the expedition was to complete the surveyAfter having been twice driven back by heavy south-western gales, Her Majesty's ship "Beagle," a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R.N., sailed from Devonport on the 27th of December, 1831. Now, we'll take the answers and put them in chronological order (as suggested in the letter to Charles). And maybe for laughs and giggles, we'll take the first letter of the first clue, second letter of the second clue, and so on to see if it gives us anything. (Okay, so I already know it does).
Devonport (December 27, 1831)
cuttle-fish (January 16, 1832)
Socêgo (April13, 1832)
Falkland (March 1, 1833)
Galapagos (October 8, 1835)
Fitz Roy (November 22, 1835)
Bourbon (May 1, 1836)
Longwood (May 9, 1838)
duck pond
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Go ask the hunter
********BUTHONEY.wav
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get the point? (1)
Armpit. Ick. (7)
and the little devil stands here...or is it the angel? (5)
Me and Herakles EVERYONE is wearing them this season (1)
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Just where I wear my tiara (5)
the best foot (2)
one, two, buckle my pants (2)
The loop on my swordbelt (7)
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The hunter in this case is the constellation Orion. You need to figure out what star each clue is talking about (sometimes based on the classical representation of Orion) and what name is being used (since a few stars have more than one name).
get the point? (1) - "Bright One of the Sword (tip)" (more commonly known as Nair al Saif): Hatysa
Armpit. Ick. (7) - "Armpit of the Central One": Betelgeuse
and the little devil stands here...or is it the angel? (5) - West Shoulder: Bellatrix
Me and Herakles EVERYONE is wearing them this season (1) - The Lion Skin: Tabit
Just where I wear my tiara (5) - Orion's Head: Meissa
the best foot (2) - West Foot: Rigel
one, two, buckle my pants (2) - The Buckle (and Second Star) on the Belt: Alnilam (should be letter 3)
The loop on my swordbelt (7) - East Belt Star: Alnitak
heat sink
Embedded jpg of green stampschloe.jpg
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The two pictures are the same, except in two different colors. If you work a little photoshop magic, and combine the two, you can get a full-colored image. Its now easier to notice that some of the stamps are cancelled and some are not. If we ignore the cancelled ones (because really, what good is a cancelled stamp?) we are left with ten uncancelled stamps. (Note: The links to the images are not how these stamps were found. That involved some guessing, google image searches, and luck.)
Farnsworth, Philo 20 cent
Uncle Sam 22 cent
Sandburg, Carl 13 cent
Irving, Washington Irving 1 cent
Oakley, Annie 29 cent
Nagurski, Bronco 37 cent
Copernicus, Nicholas 8 cent
Einstein, Albert 15 cent
Lee, Robert E. 30 cent
London, Jack London 25 cent
fusion_cell
When dealing with an 11 letter word, apply rules (A - I) in any order.
Each rule must be used exactly once.CUTEBEE2.gif
A: Reverse the whole word
B: Replace letters 4 - 10 with a word for a vorpal blade going snackless
C: Replace letter 3 with P
D: Swap letters 9 and 11
E: Reverse the whole word
F: Slide the whole word left and send the first letter to the end
G: Replace any letter after an E with a T
H: Replace letters 4 - 10 with a word for a vorpal blade going snackless
I: Reverse the whole wordlangshivel.jpg
JABBERWOCKYBUT_HOME.gif
This is one of those puzzles where its just kind of trial and error, though you can see the word starting to form after applying only a few rules. You also have to be aware of the poem Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll to know that a seven letter word for a vorpal blade going snackless is snicker.J A B B E R W O C K Y B: J A B s n i c k e r Y A: y r e k c i n s b a j F: r e k c i n s b a j y H: R E K s n i c k e r Y G: R E t S N I C K E t Y C: R E p S N I C K E T Y E: y t e k c i n s p e r D: Y T E K C I N S R E P I: p e r s n i c k e t y
halfway through the hearing-glassmuses.gif
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When you listen to the wav, you'll notice that there is both a right and a left channel. "Halfway through the hearing-glass" hints that we want to take each channel separately.
Left channel: -. . .-- -. . .-- -. . .--
Right channel: -.-. .... .. -.-. -.- . -.
Left channel: new new new
Right channel: chicken
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Embedded jpg (the missing section from above)danadress.jpgWhen you open the jpg in dana.jpg, you'll notice that it's missing a big chunk out of it. Luckily, the jpg in danadress.jpg fits the whole nicely. Once you stitch the pictures together, you get something that looks like this. The combined text reads as follows:couldn't steal second instar
string was a leath combo
mmmmm... Salt.
0 gravity
"...that I would stop right there,
remain as I was."
where is my
denticle belt
shake! shake!
shake! zzzzzzzzzzzzz
trapped in my egg
Eye'm melting! Eye'm melting!
"I'm not dead yet!"
daddy broke my legs
lost my head
ATCGCGAMTCGTAGUATCCGTAATGCATCGGACATGNTCATCGAhh, the joys of biology class. The fruit fly, Drosophila melanogaster is one of those creatures whose DNA seems to mutate at the drop of a hat. Not only that, but drosophilists have come up with a bunch of clever names to describe each mutation that they find.
couldn't steal second instar - Lethal phenotype occurs during the first larval instar.: Out at First
string was a leath combo - Mutation reacts fatally with 'string' gene: Noose
mmmmm... Salt. - Mutation loves salt: Lot
0 gravity - Mutation has problems with gravity: Yuri
"...that I would stop right there, remain as I was." - Quote is from The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass. Embryos are small and the mutation is named after Oskar - the boy who wouldn't grow from the book: Oskar
where is my denticle belt - Mutation has deleted denticle belt: Naked Cuticle
shake! shake! shake! zzzzzzzzzzzzz - Mutation becomes spastic under anesthesia: Ether A Go-Go
trapped in my egg - Mutation cannot hatch from egg: Amontillado
Eye'm melting! Eye'm melting! - Mutation has incredibly deformed eyes: Liquid Facets
"I'm not dead yet!" - Mutation lives abnormally long: Indy
daddy broke my legs - Mutation has deformed legs: Vulcan
lost my head - Exuperantia was a Christian slave who was beheaded: Exuperantia
eye_out.wav §Embedded jpg of two columns of letters
24601 v. 24602 C C D C D D C D D C C C beegarden.jpgEmbedded jpg of a jail cell with letters and numbers superimposed
0B 0F 0T 0O 0N 1D 0S 1K 1W 1N 1E 2R 1E 2E 2A 2X 2R 3E 20 3I 3L 3P 3T 4C 3M 40 4U 4A 4S 5A 4Q 5U 5Y 5S 5G 6S 5U 6A 6Q 6D 6P bee2_margaretphoto.jpgThe embedded jpg in beegarden.jpg shows a game of iterated Prisoner's Dilemma. The first step is to figure out which prisoner won. And just to make sure everyone is playing with by the same rules, in the lower right hand corner of the bee2_margaret embedded pic, it tells you that CxC = 3,3; DxC = 5,0; DxD = 1,1.
Turns Score 24601 v. 24602 24601 v. 24602 C C 3 3 D C 5 0 D D 1 1 C D 0 5 D C 5 0 C C 3 3 Prisoner 24601 has a total of 18 to Prisoner 24602's total of 14. So Prisoner 24601 (who is called Jean Valjean by his friends) wins. That leaves us with the matrix in the bee2_margaretphoto jpg. There are six columns in the matrix, and six turns of the game. For each turn, take the letter paired with the number of points scored. For example, in the first round, Jean scored 3. In the first column, 3 is paired with the letter E. In the second round, Jean scored 5, giving the letter N in the matrix.
0B 0F 0T 0O 0N 1D 0S 1K 1W 1N 1E 2R 1E 2E 2A 2X 2R 3E 20 3I 3L 3P 3T 4C 3M 40 4U 4A 4S 5A 4Q 5U 5Y 5S 5G 6S 5U 6A 6Q 6D 6P e y e o u t
big_city.wav §Embedded jpg of three barcodesgroupofjars.jpgEmbedded jpg of four barcodesmargaret.jpgThe barcodes are POSTNET barcodes that the Post Office uses to direct mail. When you decode them, you get the following:
14202-3325-990 - Buffalo, NY
46204-3307-993 - Indianapolis, IN
54301-5006-006 - Green Bay, WI
60608-1202-993 - Chicago, IL
14850-5614-088 - Ithaca, NY
08608-1809-190 - Trenton, NJ
98901-2613-290 - Yakima, WA
Taking the first letter of each city gives you the answer of big_city.
decay_timer.wav §Embedded jpg of flowerssmoker.jpgEmbedded jpg of flowersBEEWITHH.gifThe flowers images were taken from A Modern Herbal by Mrs. M. Grieve. First you needed to figure out what plant you were looking at (not that easy with 800 plants listed). Then you needed to find the answer to the clue on the bottom of each picture.
Dandelion - medicinal action: Diuretic
Ipecacuanha - medicinal action: Emetic
Eyebright - in the treatment of: Conjunctivitis
Pennyroyal - to induce: Abortion
Yarrow - commonly known as Yarrow
for the relief of - T
superseded by - I
Peruvian Bark - for the treatment of: Malaria
Papryus - written on in: Egypt
Madder - yields the color: Red
Okay, so we didn't get this wav simply by figuring out all the plants. If you listen to counting_down it mentions a decay timer, so we filled in the blanks as best we could. Unfortunately, we still haven't figured out two of the plants. If you can shed any light on this matter, it would be greatly apprecaiated. Plus I'll give you mad props.
counting_down.wav §fieb?! That's what happens when those two armies I told you about earlier get too close together.CUTEBEE.gifviybyubh fiebBEEBACKG.gifRemember the two armies from the first week that gave us knockout_gas.wav? The armies were your left and right hands, but they are closer together, so instead of starting on "asdf jkl;" they are starting on "sdfg hjkl". Now its easy to see what was wanting to be typed out: counting down.
Poor Rani is finding out that you can never go home again. At least not if you don't want to find your bedroom now located under a duck pond. That's right - a duck pond. Her father has it all worked out. He's going to be the only human left alive when the Covies strike - unless lots of people are living under duck ponds. But her father isn't as crazy as he seems - he knows what the purpose of the Artifact is, even if he doesn't realize it. §sleeping_underground.wav*wind up*
Rani: Sarah-John, thanks for the offer, but I gotta stay with my mom and dad.
Sarah-John (on chatter): Jason wouldn't mind.
Rani: Look, you've been married a month. Jason sure better mind!
Sarah-John (on chatter): Then stay with my mom. You don't have to stay at your parents.
Rani: They can't make me that crazy for two nights.
Sarah-John (on chatter): Rani, he's making your mom live in the bunker.
Rani: They're living underground?
Sarah-John (on chatter): Your dad's afraid they won't get any warning.
Rani: Well I am not sleeping underground in my dad's bunker.
Sarah-John (on chatter): *laughs* It's more than just a bunker, Rani. Your mom and dad had us over for dinner last Sunday and we got "The Tour."
Rani: The Tour?
Sarah-John (on chatter): You at your driveway yet?
Rani: Just coming up on it.
Sarah-John (on chatter): Wait till you see your new room.
Rani: New room?
Sarah-John (on chatter): Actually, it's your old room. He moved the whole thing.
Rani: W-what does that even mean? My room is on the second...Oh my god what happened to my house?! Sarah-John?!
Sarah-John (on chatter): "No point in leaving the good stuff above ground." That's what your dad said.
*wind down*duck_pond.wav*wind up*
Rani: Dad? Are you down here?
Tommy: Rani! Well don't you look business like. Move back home and you can wear overalls every day.
Rani: Just visiting for the weekend, Daddy. I've got a good job.
Tommy: A good job. The Covvies are coming and you're worrying about your job? Oh come home, honey.
Rani: If we don't all do our part in the fight, we will surely all die when they get here, Dad.
Tommy: *sigh*
Rani: So yeah, I'm worried about my job. Dad, why are you living under the duck pond?heat_sink.wavTommy: *laughs* Hear me out now. You see, water can never be hotter than boiling, which is one hundred degrees. That pond is a heat sink. You know what a heat sink is?
Rani: I can kinda figure it out, but...
Tommy: Underneath the pond is a full meter of ice, wrapped in pezo foam and pelti coolers.
Rani: Daddy! Listen to yourself.
Tommy: And under that is a meter of wax. Under that is this ceiling here *taps ceiling* which is foamed glass, just like a cooking pot.
Rani: How did you afford all this?
Tommy: They measure it in joules, the heat, and this room can take seventy billion of 'em before it even begins to warm up.
Rani: Dad?
Tommy: I've been all through the pension thing with your mother, Rani. I don't need to hear it from you.
Rani: Your pension?!fusion_cell.wavRani: Daddy!
Tommy: You listen to the news today, honey? They've got to Coral too.
Rani: Oh my god. Coral too?
Tommy: Money's no good when the planet's glass, sweet pea. *door opens* I have got a year supply of food down here and a composter that turns waste into soil. I've got a starship grade recycler and a fusion cell to run it. *door closes*
Rani: This is crazy.
Tommy: Over here, I've got picks and drills for digging out through the glass. And seeds that ought to do well after...you know. Afterwards. Hey, I've been doing my homework on this.
Rani: Daddy. This is crazy. It might be twenty years before the Covenant comes.
Tommy: *sighs* So man also knoweth not his time, as the preacher said.
Rani: Know what? I-I can't even talk to you. I can't!
Tommy: Rani! Rani!
*running*
*wind down*persnickety.wav*wind up*
Rani: I'm amazed Dad still lets you use the above ground kitchen.
Leah: It's just till he can get the fusion cell working. It's being persnickety.
Rani: Mom, you've got to stop him. This is crazy!
Leah: Honey, your daddy is doing what he thinks he needs to do.
Rani: You're living under a duck pond!
Tommy: Rani.
Leah: Tommy, don't you have to go to the hardware?
Tommy: Well, I don't have to go right now. I-I can go tomorrow morning.
Leah: Well, you go now. Get there before they close.
Tommy: Look, I just want to explain...
Leah: Let us talk a bit?
Tommy: Oh, okay. Um, Rani, you want I should get you anything?
Rani: No Daddy, I'm fine.new_chicken.wavTommy: I'll just take stock in the garage a minute, and then I'll go.
Leah: Here's your tea, sweet pea.
*door opens*
*door closes*
Rani: How can you put up with it? When I was a kid, it was the A.I. Dog Walker business. And then he was gonna grow ginseng. And then, it was duck - the new chicken. It's one crazy scheme after another. And now this!
Leah: Your daddy has always worked hard, always had a job, and always been faithful.
Rani: You're living under a duck pond.
Leah: I know. Ain't it great?only_one_alive.wavLeah: What cute young thing with a figure is that man gonna lure under a duck pond?
Rani: Oh Mom, be serious.
Leah: Rani, everybody is looking at the same thing. And we all gotta find ways to deal with it.
Rani: Well, medication is a whole lot cheaper.
Leah: They're saying people survived on parts of Reach. And for your father, that means there's a chance, if only he can take it.
Rani: Do you really think it's gonna work?
Leah: Honey, if the Covenant comes, I don't want it to work. I don't want to be the only one alive. But I trust in my maker. Whatever happens, happens for a reason.
Rani: I don't know Mom.eye_outLeah: You know what I admire about your father? Despair looked him in the eye and he didn't blink. And these days, hope is something we need more than pills or bullets.
*chatter ring*
Rani: Hold on Mom.
*chatter ring*
*chatter ring*
*footsteps*
*chatter ring*
*chatter ring*
*comm beep*
Herzog (on chatter): Rani.
Rani: Wow, aren't you afraid this line will be cracked?
Herzog (on chatter): Not this line. Listen, Section Three Secure Area on Chawla Base. That's where they're keeping the artifact.
Rani: I know it. I don't have nearly that kind of clearance.
Herzog (on chatter): I know, but keep an eye out. Watch for techs. Word is they've been going over and over it with magnetometers.big_city.wavRani: Okay.
Herzog (on chatter): Since they've triggered the artifact, it's been putting out flucuating fields, up and down, weaker and stronger, but steadily overall weaker. It's decaying.
Rani: Is that weird? It sounds binary or something. Up, down, on, off.
Herzog (on chatter): It's more of an oscillation. I think it will continue for a few weeks more. It's regular enough they can estimate it.
*bunker door opens*
*ducks quacking*
Rani: My dad's coming out to his truck. I gotta go.
Herzog (on chatter): Uh, Rani, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to keep in touch. If you can't find me, don't come looking. And don't mention anything to anyone. For your own protection.
Rani: W-what are you g...? *end comm*
Tommy: Hi Rani. Those folk making you work on the weekend?
Rani: Big city, you know. Rush rush rush.
*wind down*decay_timer.wav*wind up*
Tommy: So I said to Len, well you know how Len is. "Len, I can do the test. I've got the certification." *laughs* A great dinner Leah.
Leah: Thank you, Honey.
Rani: Oh yeah Mom. Really good.
Leah: Something on your mind, Sweet Pea?
Rani: Mmm, I had a weird call from work today. I'm not allowed to talk about it. Go on Daddy.
Tommy: Uh, well, Len wants me to make sure we're not getting static discharges. If you get static during assembly, it can fry your work.
Rani: Uh huh.
Tommy: But we don't have the kind of audit equipment for what he's asking for. So I said, "Len, I'm gonna need a variable resistance reference. And with that kind of oscillation, I'd need a decay timer. I'd need an audit kit like the one I had when I worked over at McFarlands."
Rani: Wait. What did you say? A decay timer?
Tommy: Yeah, decay timer. You can estimate how long its gonna take before it drops under a certain threshhold...
Rani: So, things decay, and they get weaker and weaker in a way you can predict, right Daddy?
Tommy: Ah, well, sure.
Rani: I've gotta make a call.
*running*
*wind down*counting_down.wav*wind up*
*running*
*door opens*
*chatter dial*
*comm beep*
Herzog: Rani, you shouldn't call me.
Rani: The artifact...
Herzog: Yes?
Rani: My dad was talking about something called a magnetic decay timer. What if the artifact is a timer?
Herzog: The artifact?
Rani: Maybe it didn't go off one time, like a grenade. Maybe that was just the pulse of it turning on and now it's counting down.
Herzog: If it is...what happens...?
Rani: When it gets to zero.
*wind down*make myself useful
Dana's updated her blog to say she's coming home. She sounds a bit upset over the whole coma idea. Can't say that I blame her. §make myself useful
I'm coming home.I don't want to talk about it.
posted by Dana at 10/15/2004 09:14:48 AMPrepositions Finally Solved!
Gah! It took us over a week before someone finally was able to come up with a solution for the prepositions puzzle. This after a million curses, five million guesses, and gallons of tears. People started comparing it to the unholy where.gif puzzle from Lockjaw. I don't think it's anywhere close to this. We only had 8 days of annoyance. They had 20 days of horror.
We might have ended up at 20 days as well if usernameguy hadn't figured out the clues. The answer is a_pawn which sounds like upon (a preposition that was omitted from the list) and what a Queen is before she shows up on a chess board. Simple right? :P
Week 14 - Phase 5
October 19th and OnwardsReach
Tuesday. Phones ring. New question asked.Question: On what colony was I created?
Answer: ReachMelissa's Task
Melissa finally understands that her time and our time are not quite the same. There's is a slight 500 year difference between the two. In order for her to understand the differences that have occured in that time, she's set up a new task for us. We are to email her pictures of things in our time with their counterparts from her time. And those with the best photos will get some highly confidential information. Does this mean we are finally going to get labyrinth and odd_duck? I really hope so. So get those photoshop skills working! §
Crew: it has become obvious that I have been shipwrecked not only in a strange place, but in a strange time. I am requesting your help in orienting to my current surroundings. Please send me a picture of a contemporary construct, physical or social, which you suspect will be unfamiliar to me, along with a picture of its likely analog in 2552. You may consider this a field test of your communication skills with visual media, commencing immediately, and closing at midnight PDT.
Those crew members displaying particular skill and initiative will earn my respect, and access to some hitherto highly confidential information.The Question Game
Unlike last week, the pictures are not the key to the seeking axons. This week, those people lucky enough to get a call from Melissa get a second call - this time from the Princess. It seems that when she calls, she asks you 10 questions that you answer. She then gives you a number where you must call another beekeeper and give them the 10 answers you provided. You have a specific time frame to do this in, and after the time is up, the Princess will call the second beekeeper, ask them one question, and if they know the answer, the seeking axon will unlock. Simple, right?
Okay, maybe not that easy since the very first one ended up failing. §Awww, that's okay vpisteve. We will still love you. Especially since we ended up getting all of the wavs eventually. §
arguing_about_grenades 0/1SEEKING
vpisteve didn't remember Lt. Gilada's Mutant Pig Boy right... :(
arguing_about_grenades 1/1JR jr - veni, vidi, vici? Yep!!! With a little help and ice cream from Chris!! B-)
AXON SPIKE
dreams 1/1EB and McDonald Heard ... Tick Tock ... Team Ra Cha Cha beats the clock!!! :D
AXON SPIKE
big_stone_building 1/1Clayfoot ... On your mark, get set, GO!!! And I dub thee SIR Braveknight!!! :D
AXON SPIKE
only_seven 1/1Panda Boy, Smart Alec, Adam and Ace ... GO!! Kirsten and Justin ... Piece of cake!! :)
AXON SPIKE
had_to_tell_you 1/1Angry Cows, Evil Jesters ... Oh MY!! Yay for Mallory from Apple-BEE-bees-bees!! :D
AXON SPIKE
sick_cat 1/1jsailor sailing!!! ... skillet's cooking!!! 8D
AXON SPIKERecipe6 = Revenge!
This is the week we have all been waiting for since James James was killed. Armed with knowledge provided by Jersey and Durga, and just massively armed, Jan, Gilly, and Gladys track down Thin to make him pay. And to have fun with grenades. Cuz isn't that what life is all about? Blowing stuff up with grenades? Meanwhile, Jersey is practically having kittens over not being informed every second about what is happening to Jan. Then Durga springs some really bad news on him - about what seven years means to a smart A.I. And poor Kamal. Not only does Sophia have a run in with a crooked Immigration officer, he gets his heart broken again. Maybe he can hook up with Cami in Reno. §arguing_about_grenades.wav*wind up*
*tv in background*
*footsteps*
Jersey: Durga? Durga?! What the hell is happening with Jan?
Durga: She and Gilly are arguing about grenades.
Jersey: Durga!
Durga: Jersey, I take care of my people.
Jersey: Okay.
Durga: Jersey, there's something I need to tell you.
Jersey: Now? With all the grenades and whatever?
Durga: Yes. Now. You know, we've talked about the part of that does stuff that I don't know about.
Jersey: Yeah. The left hand. Someone helped you find out about it. The one spying on the guy that just got killed? Herzog.
Durga: Right.
Jersey: W-well, we got to something about that other guy, Standish.
Durga: I know.
Jersey: And that thing at Chawla Base. The countdown thing!
Durga: I know!
Jersey: Durga, I wish I hadn't heard about any of this.
Durga: I know.dreams.wavJersey: Are we gonna have to try to save the world from that...from whatever Standish is hiding there.
Durga: It's beginning to look that way, isn't it? Anyway, there's this thing I need to tell you.
Jersey: Yeah?
Durga: I'm having...they're kinda like dreams.
Jersey: Dreams? Durga, you don't like sleep, do you?
Durga: No, but you know how when you wake up you can remember that you were dreaming? And there's this feeling assocated with the dream?
Jersey: Yeah, I guess.
Durga: I have that. I have these feelings.big_stone_building.wavJersey: What kind of feelings? Like nightmares?
Durga: Like half memories. Of this big stone building. With a lot of rooms and I run around and hide and send messages to people. I'm a little girl.
Jersey: Well, maybe they're memories of when you were a little girl.
Durga: Maybe. I don't think so. I mean, I doubt I grew up in a castle. I'm telling you this because...Jersey, I think I'm old.
Jersey: Eh, you don't look a day over 25. And I'm not just saying that.
Durga: Jersey, smart AIs - we don't live forever.only_seven.wavJersey: I thought AIs lasted for...well until someone shut them down.
Durga: Dumb AIs do. Smart AIs? We grow and grow in complexity until we become too complex. It's called rampancy.
Jersey: W-wait-wait. What are you saying? You think...?
Durga: No. Not yet. But the dream memories are not a good sign.
Jersey: Man. How long do smart AIs usually live before this rampancy thing?
Durga: Seven years.
Jersey: Only seven?!
Durga: Yeah, pretty much.
Jersey: But I...
Durga: Yeah.
Jersey: Then what happens?
Durga: They shut us down. Or, we go crazy.had_to_tell_you.wavJersey: Well, then you're okay then, right? I mean, you're not crazy. Annoying maybe, but not crazy.
Durga: Jan's going to try to blow a hole in the floor so she can get through to where Thin Kinkle and Monster Ann are hiding.
Jersey: Dammit, you're doing this thing - tell me all this stuff - seven years, this Kinkle guy talking to his boss...
Durga: That's what it's like when you're me. I monitor lots of things all going on at the time.
Jersey: You think you have to distract me. Like giving a little kid a toy.
Durga: No. Well, yes. I did want to distract you.
Jersey: I'm not a kid!
Durga: Yes, but it's hard to just sit when you can't do anything.
Jersey: What about all that seven year stuff?
Durga: That's true.
Jersey: Why tell me now?
Durga: Because. I want you to know. I need you to know.
Jersey: But, if they took Yasmine when she was six, then eight years of Spartan training - Kamal's eighteen, she dies...how old is Kamal?
Durga: Twenty-five.
Jersey: Durga!
Durga: I had to tell you.
Jersey: Oh my god!
Durga: I had to tell you because if I am going rampant, you've got to tell the Navy.sick_cat.wavDurga: They'll have to shut me down.
Jersey: I will not shut you down.
Durga: But, you can't let me know.
Jersey: So, lemme get this straight. You think you're fine.
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: But you're having these weird dream memories, and that's...?
Durga: Bad.
Jersey: Okay. And if I think you're not fine, I'm supposed to tell the Navy, but without you ever guessing what I'm up to?
Durga: So far, so good.
Jersey: So they can put you down like someone's sick cat.
Durga: Right.
Jersey: Heh. Not happening.
Durga: Jersey!
Jersey: Go rampant for all I care. I-I'm not calling anyone.
Durga: You have to, Jersey!
Jersey: I take care of my people too.
*wind down*
wait_outside.wav*wind up*
Durga (on chatter): Test. Test. Test. Can you all hear me? Jan?
Jan: Check.
Gladys: I'm here.
Gilly: Whatever.
Durga (on chatter): Alright. Monster Ann's place is an orphan system. No signals in. Everything hard wired internally. The minute you hit the building, you won't be able to hear me. Jan, the schematic Jersey sent...?
Jan: Got it.
Durga (on chatter): Should show you exactly where to clip me into the internal systems.
Gladys: Okay, so we go in through the warehouse at the back of the building.
Gilly: Check.
Jan: And there'll be a passbox by the foreman's desk.
Gilly: Jan should wait outside.
Jan: No. This is my operation.
Gilly: She's a liabilty.
Jan: It's my op.
Gilly: Yes sir, ma'am.crystal_security.wavJan: *sighs*
Gladys: Jan, don't enter a room until your buddy has called it clear.
Jan: Who am I with?
Gladys + Gilly: Me.
Gilly: You're going with me.
Gladys: Gilly! I think you might be a little emotionally compromised, if you get my drift.
Gilly: If she goes in, she goes with me.
Gladys: Uh. Cop coming.
Jan: It's okay. Just leave the talking to me. *car drives up* Officer. Thanks for coming.
Interrogator: Funny coincidence. Monster Ann's place is at the end of this block. Crystal Security Fence and Gate.
Jan: Yeah. So there won't be a disturbance there today, okay? No shots will fired.twenty_minutes.wavInterrogator: And if the neighbors call?
Durga (on chatter): The call won't get through.
Interrogator: Jesus. Pretty slick. You sure this is what your father would have wanted?
Jan: He doesn't get a vote anymore.
Interrogator: Jannisary.
Jan: You owe me.
Interrogator: I don't want a pile of bodies at the end of the day, Jan. And I especially don't want one of them to be yours. Give you twenty minutes, Walkaway Girl.
Jan: Yeah. Twenty minutes.
Interrogator: Nineteen minutes and fifty-five seconds.
Jan: Ah, dammit!
Interrogator: After that I'm coming in with a whole bunch of cops.
Jan: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
*wind down*save_your_prayers.wav*wind up*
*loading bay door opening*
*footsteps*
Gladys: Loading bay secure. I'm gonna head up to the second floor.
Jan: Be careful.
Gladys: Haha. Save your prayers for the other guys, hun.
Gilly: Jan! I've got the pass box over here.
Jan: Coming. Okay. Uh, Jersey showed me how to do this.
Durga (on intercom): Whoa. Cramped in here. And swarms of security bots.
Jan: Durga? Will you be...?
Durga (on intercom): What? No, I killed them all.pretty_sure.wavJan: Whoa. Um, okay. There should be some relays.
Durga (on intercom): I'll get them as I wet the system. Okay, I'm in. You're under sixteen minutes, Jan. Go.
*running*
Jan: Clear.
*gun shot*
*thud*
Guy: Hey!
Gilly: Hup!
*automatic gun fire*
*explosion*
Gilly: Boy, I like these conc grenades. They're quiet.
Jan: Jesus!
*automatic gun fire*
Gilly: Dammit! Stay away from the window.
Jan: Okay.
Gilly: I know your daddy taught you better than that.
*automatic gun fire*
Gilly: What is wrong with you?
Jan: Is the guy dead?
Gilly: Yup.
*gun shot*
Gilly: Pretty sure.the_nice_grenades.wavJan: Gilly, I want Thin, but killing these other people, it's just not...
Gilly: Oh okay. Next time I'll use the nice grenades.
Jan: Thin killed my dad. And he hurt me, but these guys...
Gilly: Oh crap, okay! Change the mission perameters in mid-stride. Makes you like every other General.
Jan: It's my op.
Gilly: Yes mother. *distant gunfire* Mmm, I guess Gladys found someone.
Jan: Oh. *chatter dial* *comm beep* Gladys. Gladys, no killing these guys, okay?
Gladys (on chatter): What? You gotta be kidding. No killing?
Jan: They're just pawns. Wing 'em.
Gladys (on chatter): *sigh* Okey doke. *gun fire* *background screams*one_two_four.wav*end comm*
Gilly: Hey, tonight Jan, after we're done here, are we still allowed to eat meat? Or would that be like, mean?
*automatic gun fire*
Gilly: Next room! I'll take them out!
Jan: Wait! No grenades!
Gilly: Jesus! I like grenades. Hey Bad Guy!
Jan: Oh god.
Gilly: I'm about to toss in a grenade. Personally, I don't see the percentage in letting you surrender, but the CO's soft that way.
Jan: Oh!
Gilly: You wanna live? Crawl outta here before I count to five. One. Two. Four!
Eric: Wait!! I'm coming!
Gilly: Weapons down. Hands on your head. *gun dropped* You tie him up.this_prisoner_thing.wav*tape being ripped*
Eric: *crying*
Jan: Hold still.
*chatter ring* *comm beep*
Gladys (on chatter): Second level secure. I'll just sweep the roof then rejoin you gals.
Jan: You're the best, Gladys.
Gilly: One Point Oh.
Gladys (on chatter): *laughs* Yeah. One Point Oh.
*end comm*
Gilly: You know, this prisoner thing isn't going to work.
Jan: What's your name?
Eric: Eric.
Gilly: We're not set up for prisoners. *gun cocks*
Eric: No no! You said you wouldn't kill me.
Jan: We're not going to kill him.
Gilly: Now or later, kiddo. He's gonna fry with the rest of us when the Covenant shows up.
Jan: Hey, Eric, you wanna join up?intercom.wavJan: You want to join the Navy? Girls dig a guy in uniform.
Gilly: Let's just kill him.
Eric: I'll enlist! Oh god, I'll enlist!
Gilly: I hate when they pee their pants.
Jan: Ohhh.
Durga (on intercom): Eric.
Eric: Why is the intercom talking to me?
Durga (on intercom): Congratulations. You just enlisted. You muster at oh-four-hundred hours tomorrow morning at the Newark Recruiting Center. Got that?
Gilly: There's still time to kill him.
Eric: I'll be there! I'll be there!
*chatter ring* *comm beep*
Gladys (on chatter): Roof checks out. Building is secure and I'm coming back.
*end comm*
Durga (on intercom): Alright, I'm seeing everyone neutralized but Thin and Monster Ann. They're down in the basement.
Gilly: Crap, I hate basements.
*wind down*in_cold_water.wav*wind up*
*bang*
*footsteps*
Gladys: Hey hey! Did you gals miss me?
Jan: Oh my god! You're covered in...
Gladys: In stains? Heh, yeah, I know. But as long as I can rinse these camos out in cold water before they dry, they're gonna come right out.
Gilly: *laughs*
Gladys: I'm serious.
Jan: Shh.
Gilly: Oh, that's fine.
Durga (on intercom): Okay Jan. Alarms and comms are still down. No backup coming yet.
Jan: How much of my twenty minutes is left?
Durga (on intercom): Three minutes, twelve seconds.kill_zone.wavDurga (on intercom): According to building schematics, this flight of stairs leads down to a landing with a heavy door. Beyond that, the U-turn and another set of steps.
Jan: Does that landing sound like...?
Gladys: A kill zone to me? Yeah.
Jan: So how to get to them without going through the kill zone. Wait. Wait, Thin and Monster Ann should be right underneath us.
Gladys: Where are you going with this, hon?
Jan: Okay, we've got to take our grenades and pile them in the middle of the room.
*grenades tossed*
Gilly: Oh, and then...
Jan: We'll go through the floor.
Gilly: Smart.
Jan: It worked for Thin. Gladys?
Gladys: Yeah?
Jan: Help me grab that filing cabinet.
Gladys: Okey doke.run_with_scissors.wavJan: Pull out the drawers, prop it open side down over the grenades.
Gladys: Yeah.
Gilly: Shape the charge. Nice.
*crash*
Gladys: We can stradle that big old desk over the filing cabinet, huh?
Gilly: Pretty slick, Slick.
Jan: You know, my daddy always wanted me to play with matches.
Gladys: Yeah, if there's one thing that man knew, *crash* it was blow things up.
Jan: Whew.
Gilly: I bet you run with scissors pretty good too.proud.wav*file cabinet being dragged*
Jan: Prop the cabinet up with a chair leg so we can pitch one grenade in to set the others off.
Gladys: Okay! Clear the room!
Jan: Fire in the hole!
*pin pulled*
*grenade tossed*
*HUGE EXPLOSION*
Gladys: Woohoohoo!
Gilly: You do know how to make a mother proud.going_down.wavJan: I'm going down. *thud*
Gilly: Come on Gladys. *thud* *thud*
Gladys: Gotcha covered.
Thin: Babysitter! Oh man.
Jan: Surprise.
Thin: Bigger dog after all, Princess. Now you stand with gun drawn, your crew around you. *coughs* Hey, I taught you good.
Jan: You taught me nothing!
Thin: Hey, this must be your mom, Babysitter! Knew you didn't get your looks from your dad.
Jan: You bastard. *gun cocks*babysitter.wavMonster Ann: Take him. He paid a price for what he done.
Thin: Trying to sell me out to save your skin Ann?
Monster Ann: *coughs*
Jan: Gladys?
Gladys: We're here, kiddo.
Jan: I don't know what to do.
Monster Ann: Kill Thin. Let Monster Ann go. *coughs* Make it worth your while.
Jan: I just don't know.
Gilly: Jan, this isn't who you are.
Monster Ann: *coughs* *gasps*
Jan: He shot him. *sobs* He shot him like a dog.
Gilly: Jim didn't want this for you.
Thin: Still not