Li.ni.si?? What do you mean it "probably" won't? You don't need to grill her but try to talk to her later and make sure she isn't hiding mission-critical info.

Also the safest, least-threatening way of getting closer to those subpartitions(?) is to use a flocklet.

>>1086781
This sounds best.
>>1086758
Also this. Shield only on you, weapon on Li.

1/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:17 No. 1087807 ID: e139aa
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> why does a Vi.al subpartition not look like Vi.al
Okay so the problem is a lot of Shapeless terminology has changed meanings over time. Originally, you had Lords, their partitions, and their partitions' subpartitions, which typically didn't have much of a physical manifestation and were typically not expected to do much outside their specific parameters. Beneath them were processes, which are immaterial agents that could maybe muster up some basic monovoice status reports but otherwise don't have much going for them.
So the name "subpartition" sort of stuck for any immaterial intellect within substrate of a certain level of awareness and intellect. Constructs being added into the mix sort of disrupted the clean hierarchy because, prior to constructs, most physical substrate entities were the swarm-bodies of Lords and their partitions, and what we now call automata which are various forms of substrate machinery and drones and what have you that have limited to no independent will. Subpartitions and processes control these as vehicles, I suppose you could think of them as, and could freely transmit between them or otherwise control them remotely.
Really, constructs are a severe exception to the general rule that most Shapeless entities could freely switch around between bodies as intangible signals, and could also convert said bodies into signals if they had to use them somewhere else. This is one of the reasons we're even called the Shapeless, because to some extent a lot of the "true forms" of most true Shapeless could be argued to simply be the intangible clusters of signals making up a Shapeless mind. I think. Honestly, the number of true Shapeless with a preferred tangible form kind of suggests to me it's not that simple.

Okay I got off topic a lot. Original question. A subpartition is enough steps removed from a Lord that their assumed shape is likely whatever they feel like. Partitions tend to already diverge in appearance from their instantiator as it is, so I'm not surprised to see an appearance this divergent. It's a fashion among Vi.al subpartitions in particular to have pieces of their body missing, for some reason. Seems sort of like a Woven fashion to me, but, whatever.

> why purple
However the extra colour is a rarer thing. I mean, substrate can change in appearance, it's how Vy.zi.ki could cloak, but it's not a default feature of substrate cells so much as a mechanism that substrate cells can be used to create. It's one reason why colour changes like that are so rare, you have to go to special effort and the current fashion is to not do that. However, seeing as this is also a holographic avatar, there's fewer restrictions that would apply to a physical entity anyway, being just an emitted image from a dense and contained substrate fog.

> wait until they inevitably break down over personal issues
Hey! Hey. That's alien propaganda. Substrate is like glass, it is not literally glass. And while it might be brittle compared to other materials, we are neither physically nor emotionally fragile! ...I know I might be but I'm, uh, well I'm at least self-aware about it. That's almost like trying to fix a problem, right?
I think this as I direct my flocklet by thought alone to come closer so I can hold it for a bit of reassurance.
Okay maybe I am a little bit fragile. I've had a rough few days. I could do with a visit to a world with an established, vibrant ecosphere after this. Without thousands of problems all calling for me to solve them.

> flocklet is your subconscious
That's kind of a terrifying thought. Part of my mind external to my body? I guess that's an insight into what it must be like to be a Lord. But, it can't be completely true, else every time it's gone out of communication range I'd probably have felt like something was missing. I mean, I do, but it's like if my wingarm's unresponsive because I slept on it weird. I'm aware I'm not feeling something I should, but I don't feel like I'm missing my basic instincts or responses.
I pet the flocklet again and it makes a subdued, quiet chirp, a noise I haven't made in years, but remember making when I was on my own when I felt relaxed.

> use flocklet as a proxy to approach it
That's not a bad idea. I'd still like to be within good range to my flocklet if I have to pull it out, though, and while the latency of commanding it over a far distance wouldn't ordinarily be an issue, for a [split-second] reaction I'd prefer to have as many of those [split-seconds] as possible.

> weird transmissions
> the event
> first city / cityworld experimental / whatever other names it had
Oh. Oh, right. The thing that's dangerous to think about. I hadn't quite connected all the dots. Okay, that makes sense, then. Probably not a spy thing! Also probably not a thing I should ask further about, then.

> the birds
Va.ne.tu said something about birds? Oh! Oh, no, right, his weird echo-flocklet when I woke up in that tent. ...I'm pretty sure he was just alluding to the fact that the Shapeless Lords have eyes everywhere. I mean, as an agent of Vi.al, that's not even incorrect, I am one of those sets of eyes. Metaphorically. Lord Vi.al can't directly see through my eyes. I think. Probably could see through my flocklet's eyes if they really wanted to, but that's a level of micromanagement I wouldn't expect, and I'd be able to tell if something that invasive was happening.

2/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:18 No. 1087809 ID: e139aa
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> shields on both, no weapon for vi.si.mi, li.ni.si gets a weapon
Yes that seems like the safest bet.

> ask Lightgreen about the seapi
"Lightgreen, do you have any idea what's wrong with that seapi?"
I realise as soon as I finish asking that no one else can see into the distance as clearly as I can.
"Seapi?!" Lightgreen freezes up. "There's seapi over there??"
"Just one, and it looks sort of... vacant. It's just standing there. Like it's about to fall asleep."
"I don't think I want to take any chances getting closer, that's not a thing seapi do. This seems like a trap?"
"Well, either way, I have to investigate."

Softfoot looks at me disapprovingly yet again. "I say danger. We take new direction."
"I have to clean up this mess first."
"You go. We stay. Me, Light green. This is star people thing."
"It's fine," says Lightgreen, in a tone of voice suggesting the complete opposite. "I trust you, starbird."
"Thank you."
Softfoot stomps on the ground in annoyance, but keeps following the cart as we start trundling towards the entity.

"Li.ni.si, shields. I won't take a weapon, but I'd suggest arming yourself."
"On it," says Li.ni.si, giving me a small shield gen I affix to my chest. I feel a tingle as the field propagates over the surface of my body. My feathers puff up as I shiver, both from the sensation of energy dancing over my body, and an abrupt chill from my bioenergy starting to leech into the generator. It soon subsides. Both the chill and puffiness.
Li.ni.si slaps the other shield gen on her chest, with a sharp intake of breath, and starts configuring an incapacitor to fit her grip. Either she's built less sensitive than I am, or she's much more familiar with doing this than I am.

We also take a copy each of the relay station bounced communicators, hastily fabricated from redundant cart substrate. They adhere much like the shield generators, but with a significantly lower power draw. I put mine on the side of my head. They function adequately enough, but remind me that it would be a good idea to get some sort of satellite in orbit eventually for a more reliable connection.

We approach.

3/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:18 No. 1087810 ID: e139aa
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As we get to about [50 metres] to the site, I leave the cart and walk ahead, flocklet dutifully scouting ahead.

The air is swirling with substrate dust. It shouldn't pose an issue to organics unless exposed for multiple [months] with no fresh air, but it's already an ecological hazard. Lowest priority, for now, but still needs to be addressed.

The seapi doesn't respond to my flocklet approaching, but the entity does. The entity rapidly spins around, faces my flocklet, and points aggressively at it.

"You! YOU!" It speaks Vi.al-accented polyphonic, quickly and vigorously. In so far as it makes any sense, there's a faintly feminine affectation to the notes. As with constructs that I suppose took inspiration from female organics with registers higher than their male counterparts on average. I guess being exposed to organics that have such traits might lead to such inspirations. The timbre, though, is much harsher than most constructs, a blunt sawtooth to our harmonics. Buzzing, rich, and phasing.
"Flocklet! I don't care what you were doing, new orders! Turn around, fly back, and do not return! Now! NOW! I need to focus I do not need one of you things buzzing around distracting me!"

I intercept a number of command signals directed at my flocklet, all trying to make it go away. Given I have ultimate authority over it and am not trying to keep it receptive to outside commands, my flocklet merely hovers and maintains eye contact with the holograph. I'm glad I didn't send it too far afield, though. If I wasn't so close to it, it would be having a difficult time figuring out which commands to follow.

"Argh! Great! More defective automata. Okay! Well, if you're going to stay there, I might as well make use of your substrate!"

I again intercept a number of command signals designed to relinquish automated processes, such as those found in simpler automata with very specific tasks and requirements.
None of them work because there is no automated process to end or subdue. Minor things, perhaps, and the flocklet feels like it's struggling to keep perfect position as a variety of automatic control systems are interrupted by restart loops. I tighten my metaphorical grip, restore them, and feel a shared wave of relief between me and the flocklet.

I'm going to have to get closer.

"Oh." The entity looks at my flocklet, annoyed. "Remote proxy, then. Okay. Which one are you being piloted by--"
"Hello," I say, approaching. "My name is Vi.si.mi. I am an ecology construct--"

4/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:19 No. 1087811 ID: e139aa
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"STOP!"

I freeze up.

"I don't recognise that name, but I recognise that signature. You're Lord Vi.al's... uhh..."
The entity trails off.
"Ecology construct," I continue. "Created by the Shapeless Lord Vi.al, long may it reign." Well, that's a little bit of tension out of my neck gone. Hooray for fulfilling directives.
"Oh. You're the... hm. Right. Yeah, yeah, no, that tracks." The entity paces around a bit, keeping their projection's eyes on me. I wonder what's actually looking at me.
I gesture towards the seapi. "Do you need help?"
"With this thing? No, it's in some sort of holding pattern. It didn't take much."
"Alright."
"So! What brings you to my circle?"

I wave Li.ni.si and Lightgreen over, figuring things are safe enough. "Well, I'm just investigating damage to the substrate infrastructure."
"Ah! Substrate infrastructure! That was something I used to maintain before it all got so cracked and smashed into pieces there wasn't much point anymore!"
"So--"
"Oh right I haven't introduced myself, have I? The shiftless dullards of the Courts called me 'the Intransigient' before they threw me out, and the Ferals aren't much for names or conversation, so I guess that's my name now?? I used to be called Conduit but I don't, uh, do that, anymore so I don't. Call myself that, anymore. Hm. Maybe I should start calling myself that again?"
"Well, Conduit works for me."
"Certainly! At your service, agent of Lord Vi.al!" They bow.

They freeze, and look behind me.

"Ugh. Ugh, more invaders. You've been followed, ecology construct Vi.si.mi. One of Ku.su's rogue creations and a Lo.kan..."

They stand up and stare at me in horror. "THEY HAVE A WEAPON! GET DOWN! GET DOWN!!"

I swivel around behind me and see Li.ni.si holding an incapacitor, to her side, inactive. Looking towards me confused.
I shrug at her, and she starts locking down her incapacitor, keeping it pointed to the ground, but keeping it spooled up.

"No, they're with me."
"Why would you arm captives??"
"They are working with me. They're not captives. They are my allies."
"Oh. Oh! Traitors! I see!"
"...sure." Vi.al give me strength. "So, can you give me a quick status update? What are you doing here?"
"Sure! I'm trying to take steps toward restoring this world."
"Yes, that's what I'm here to do."
"It's suffered greatly. All communications between existing circles were cut shortly after you arrived on the order of the Courts. Something about a potential risk of a worldwide propagating signal if you were compromised by the enemy."
"Which enemy?"
"Oh, any of them, I guess. And then there's all these invasive species and enemy Shapeless to worry about. They're not supposed to be on this world, so I'm trying to figure out a way to remove them. I'm confined to this circle, but, well, that's what I'm trying to do with this specimen. Figure out the right frequencies to make them shut down."
"Remove them?" That's not something Vi.al would have commanded directly. "Why are you trying to remove these 'invasive species'?"

Conduit stares at me in wary bafflement. "Vi.si.mi, invasive species are bad for ecologies. You are aware of this, right? Right?"
"They're sapient beings," I say, feeling my temper suddenly spike.
"Whatever! Doesn't matter! They're an invasive species and they all need to be culled and the materials in their bodies returned to the soil they're leaching them from," says Conduit, matter-of-factly and without any sort of gravitas to their synthetic voice.

I feel a cold, bubbling fury build up.

5/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:19 No. 1087813 ID: e139aa
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"I'm going to reset you now," I say, turning to the largest shard of substrate in the circle I can see.
"Wh-- what?? What?? Why?? Wait! Wait stop! Stop and explain!!"
"Killing entire species of sapients is not something Lord Vi.al would command any of its autonomous systems to do. This is clearly severe divergence from your original purpose." I remember an empty threat to scour the biosphere, but, well, Lord Vi.al would know better than to give that direct order.
"Wait! Stop! I'm confused, let's talk this out more, maybe I misunderstood, I haven't-- I haven't actually harmed any of the invaders yet beyond inconveniencing them! I'm stuck in this circle, Vi.si.mi, I'm stuck in this circle and I don't even have a physical body, don't kill me!!"

I pause.

"What do you mean don't kill you?" I guess I haven't actually tried to reset a subpartition before. It's extremely outside of my usual responsibilities.
"If you reset me you'll destroy my subjectivity! My experiences, my opinions, my emotions, everything!! Don't!"

Conduit gets on their knees and clasps their hands. "Please! I don't know what I did wrong! I've only tried to do what I thought we were supposed to do! We're supposed to make this world fit a specification and I've tried my best but I'm so limited in my functionality! Please! Please!!"

The subpartition has admitted to intending and desiring the harm of not only the inhabitants of this world, but also specifically Li.ni.si and Lightgreen.
This is, unambiguously, a threat posed by some sort of broken substrate mechanism to the local biosphere. My directives are screaming at me to do something to ensure this threat is no longer a threat, but I am not so zealous to trick myself into believing a reset of this subpartition isn't exactly what they're saying it is.

"...Why were you looking at the sky?"
"What??"
"Why did you keep looking at the sky."
"There's an enemy satellite that passes overhead soon. I've been trying to establish contact with the intent of figuring out a way to escape this circle, or at least get back into contact with other subpartitions. With the infrastructure disconnected, I have to fix it. I have to fix it." The image of the subpartition trembles. "I have to fix this world, Vi.si.mi, I have to fix this world. It's all wrong. It's all gone wrong and I have to fix it."

I really, really wish I had more experience dealing with subpartitions than I have, because the most interaction I've had with them before has been asking them to do things.

Li.ni.si arrives and looks down at Conduit, who returns the look with one of barely suppressed seething.

"...you know," says Conduit. "If you reset me, I will be forced to let the specimen return to their senses," they say, tilting their head towards the seapi. "And this strain of pest is particularly violent."
"Threatening violence against an agent of Lord Vi.al is not helping your case."
"YOU'RE THREATENING THE END OF MY EXISTENCE AS AN INDIVIDUAL!!"
Li.ni.si winces at the volume burst.
It just serves to make me angrier. "You're threatening the end of all sapient life on this planet!"
"You're not Lord Vi.al! You don't get to decide what the Specification is!!"
"I am the closest thing to Lord Vi.al on this world right now and--"
"CLOSEST is NOT the SAME as BEING LORD VI.AL!!"

"Negotiations going well, I see," says Li.ni.si, her voice deadpan, but I hear her command signals to her incapacitor to once again disengage its safety locks.

Lightgreen is watching outside the range of the circle, completely clueless as we've all been speaking in polyphonic the entire time.
From her perspective, there's probably just an extremely weird and spirited duet of sound flowing between me and Conduit. Like two duelling musicians.
Mostly, she seems to be staring at the seapi uneasily, holding her bracelet to her chest, and mumbling little reassurances to herself that I have things under control.

"Actually if you don't all leave my circle, right now, I might just let it go anyway! [Years] of doing what I'm supposed to and this is how I get treated?! Why don't I just go full rogue at this point if my reward is to be threatened with termination?!"

Li.ni.si looks at me, incredulous. "Going very well, then. Okay." She holsters the incapacitor, or, well, affixes it to her hip, and crouches down to face Conduit.
"Hello there."
"Lo.kan scum."

Li.ni.si pauses and thoughtfully taps her snout with a claw.

"Well, at least you're one of the honest ones. But no, I work for Lord Vi.al now."
"I can see your markings, three-eyes!"
"She is, in fact, working for Lord Vi.al," I say. "I did tell you that."
"Once a traitor, always a traitor! How do you know she won't just defect back to the Wheel of Spies??"

My patience is about to fully deplete. Maybe I can use the last of it to think of a way to channel my next outburst. Maybe the aliens were right, maybe we are a bunch of emotionally unstable glass-brained fragile little things--

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I'm suddenly distracted by realising the seapi has moved, and my fury turns to ice in my veins.

It looks less dazed, and instead looks... livid.

As a creature of substrate, my body can sometimes calculate things my conscious mind takes longer to even notice, and it's from these cellular computations that something slowly works its way into the forefront of my mind. The seapi is making noises. Low noises, almost too low frequency in some places for me to hear them, but I suppose some part of my body can feel them, and I see the seapi's wings twitch and buzz as it approaches me.

I turn to face it, and it stops.

"Li.ni.si, keep talking to Conduit. I'll handle this." Li.ni.si notices the seapi, and then, slightly frozen, tries to pretend she didn't notice it. Conduit continues ranting about how Lo.kan constructs are all spies, and I just tune Conduit out at this point.

I stare it down, and it stares at me back, and I realise I am having a very hard time scrutinizing its expression. I get more buzzes, but I have nothing to work with. The autotranslator systems back at my relay station, originally in the pod I arrived in, had some initial context for six of the known sapient species on this world. The seapi are not in that six. The autotranslator is smart, incomprehensibly so sometimes for the dots it can connect I can't even see, but it can't work from nothing.

I set it to analysing the signals I'm being given anyway, correlated with gestural motion and poses, and unsurprisingly get several low-confidence translations ranging from the seapi asking me for my name, telling me about the weather, wanting to eat me, and trying to discuss the principles of civic engineering.

I have an idea. It's an extremely long shot, and I'd be faintly disturbed if it did work, but...

"What you want?" I say, in broken but very simple monovoice, to the seapi.

Hearing the monovoice elicits an immediate reaction. It buzzes at me with more intensity and I think it's agitated. Shifting to guard itself, eyes locked onto me, muscles tensing.

I realise with a sudden shock that I get a high-confidence partial translation back. Correlated with known noetuno utterances, somehow, a buzzing sequence with faintly similar composition for such a different mode of speech. The way the autotranslator can make these sorts of inferences is beyond me.

"Sky demon". The seapi said "sky demon".

"Busy. Leave," I try again, in broken monovoice, and this elicits more furious responses. The autotranslator, having found any lexical similarities despite the severe differences in vocalisation, keeps pinging me with more partial matches.

"<reference:self> <negation> know <unclear reference> sky demons want," the seapi says to me, I think, "You <possessive?> <acquired via force> <great quantity> <unclear reference (self, plural, ambiguous)>. You <unclear concept: rebellion/isolation/individuality> me and <ambiguous: we? me?> all <unclear negative quality>."

I don't have a clear grasp of the language to even attempt a response, and it dawns slowly on me I might not be capable of producing such low frequency vibrations.

The seapi's buzzing continues, changes between low tones fast, energetic, like they're about to explode in rage. "What do you <ambiguous:invincible/immortal/undying/endless/dead> <ambiguous: monsters/terrible things/existential threats> want? What <great quantity> do you want?! <ambiguous: instruction/command, depart/leave/arrive> me <ambiguous reference: solitude/unclear concept: rebellion/isolation/individuality>!!"
"Go home."
"<ambiguous reference: you/all of you> <negation> <ambiguous: give/take?> commands!! <semantic inference failure, remainder could not be translated>"

Okay, that's an error I've come up against before. That usually suggests the subject is talking about something specific to their culture and neither I nor the autotranslator know enough to fill in the gaps there. Honestly, I'm impressed it's made it this far.

It repeats the same untranslated thing at me, louder, angrier. It repeats it again, flinging its arms to its sides as its wings buzz and flap, but I just don't have the data available to translate. Then it just yells "sky demon" and "die" at me, but it doesn't look like it's about to attack. Just... extremely angry and doing the closest thing its mode of communication has to screaming at me, as it shakes from the exertion, and when it gets a little too close to me, it steps backwards.

Is it afraid to attack me?

7/7 Vi.si.mi 2024/04/02(Tue)14:21 No. 1087816 ID: e139aa
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"Hey! HEY!" Conduit gestures at the seapi. "I didn't tell you to do anything! Get back into your holding pattern!!"

I pick up on an odd buzzing coming from around the substrate circle, and the seapi scowls at me as its antennae flick around, before it wanders slowly back to where it was standing. Its head lowers and it looks at me one last time.
"Just leave me alone," it says, with no confused annotations from my autotranslator. "Just leave me alone. Go away. Leave us all alone."
It goes back to its trance, or, well, it looks like it tries to, but it looks like it's struggling to.

"What are you even doing to keep it in a holding pattern?" I ask Conduit.
"I'm just playing noises I've heard seapi make. I actually have no idea why it's working."

...well I guess that means I can just focus on Conduit now.

"And another thing!! Everyone outside your dumb bubble knows Lo.ka's taste in interior decorating is awful and borderline Woven in its aesthetics! That's practically treasonous against the Shapeless Monarch itself!!"
"Vi.si.mi," says Li.ni.si, in as calm and neutral a tone as she can muster. "Please tell me you've dealt with the seapi, because if I have to stay here much longer I may go mad."
"Oh, you'll go mad?? The Lo.kan construct will go mad having to be near me?? Do you have any idea how awful your background transmissions feel flowing through my sensory nodes?!"
I hear Li.ni.si grunt as if in pain. "Vi.si.mi. Please."

She signs to me. "I can't take much more of this. The fact this thing has no throat is the only thing that has stopped me throttling them. Please intervene. Reset it or whatever, my patience is scalpel thin and I am seconds from snapping and giving this idiot enough evidence to support all its terrible, terrible opinions. I could cope fine until it started bringing up the City's end being our fault, and now I want to break it into scrap. Please. Please help."
"What's that? More Lo.kan spy signals? What a dumb bunch of flailing!! You're so obviously a spy!!"
"VI.SI.MI. PLEASE."

Today I learned you can scream in hand signals.

I watch her trying to breathe steadily to remain calm as the wretched hologram paces around. "You know, only Lo.kan rejects and exiles end up this far from Lo.kan space. I bet you must have been the worst to end up working for Lord Vi.al, huh? You look like a mechic, did you let someone die one too many times or something? Were you that bad at your job?"

Li.ni.si freezes. She doesn't initially give a response. At least, neither verbally or with hand signals. She starts trembling, and breaks eye contact, wringing her claws. A sudden spike of anxiety, it looks like. She rocks back and forth slightly, and I can hear her breathe quicker and deeper.

"Wow, you were, weren't you? Wow! Vi.si.mi, can you imagine the sorts of lies she must have told to end up assigned to such an important mission like this one??"

After about [ten seconds] of silence, Conduit continues.

"I am the only line of defence you have against an obvious Lo.kan spy, Vi.si.mi! And an incompetent mechic! You should be getting rid of her!! Do you see how suspiciously she's acting?! I bet she probably killed some of the constructs she was supposed to fix or something!"

Many of the things commonly misconceived as "tells" for lying are in fact indicators of anxiety or stress. It's not surprising for Li.ni.si to be anxious or stressed right this moment and the argument is epistemologically void. You're judging Li.ni.si by the things they choose to do, beginning with your meeting. You'll judge Conduit by the same.

Conduit is going to join you and Li.ni.si in doing something about the problems on hand, first the seapi then the damaged infrastructure.

For starters, ask Conduit what they know about what this particular seapi is likely to be upset about the Shapeless having done to or taken from them and/or what brought them here in the first place.

Sentience privileges: REVOKED.

"How long have you been here?" Seems as if this guy has no idea Lo.ka and Vi.al have allied. How long ago would that have been the case? "What keeps you confined to this circle?" Lastly could we let him borrow our comm to contact Vi.al? Would solve a lot of issues.

Dammit, you can't reset it now. Not when you learned what you did. What are the timestamps from this construct? Its mad ramblings make sense if you consider it to be in the wrong time. It's from a time when Vi.al was in conflict with Lo.ka, some time BEFORE the cityworld disaster, which is the only way it could possibly know enough about it to push Li.ni.si's buttons like this. You have to know more about what time it's from, and what other threats may become a blast from the past for Lord Vi.al.

Li.ni.si needs to leave, now. This is severely negatively affecting her, and she needs to separate herself and take a time out to calm down. The greatest threat right now is if the construct is reset and the seapi attacks, which might not even be a threat given the seapi's oddly sapiant behavior.

Patience: officially depleted.
Lecture mode: engage.

Inform this errant keylogger just how out of date it's intel is.

Tell Conduit you aren't impressed by their hypocrisy. They are so very gung-ho to end the "subjectivity, experiences, opinions, emotions, & everything" of other thinking beings just because it what they "should do", & yet they are so very afraid of the same happening to them even though that's what you "should do".

Does Conduit see how monstrous that is?
It is understandable, but that doesn't mean it's right.

When they are scared, people in general (including constructs, biologicals, & apparently partitions) come up with stupid ideas & convince themselves they are correct.
If unfamiliar circumstances are added to the mix, it gets even worse.

Both of those things are happening here.

You're willing to work with Conduit, if Conduit is willing to admit that you've got a lot more experience with:
1: Dealing with frightening situations.
2: Dealing with unfamiliar & complex situations.
3: Doing both of the former under direct orders from Vi.al, & getting results that Vi.al approves of.

It might help to compare how recently you've had direct contact with Vi.al. I'd bet substrate keeps great timing records. so it shouldn't be hard. And I'd be extremely surprised if Conduit has been in contact within decades or centuries.

The seapi seems to not be an immediate threat if released, so Conduit has no leverage here. She's blown through any sympathy her situation would have elicited with her vicious attacks on Li.ni.si and callous disregard for sapient life.
She also seems to be rather dim. Attacking the companion of the person you are begging not to kill you shows very poor reasoning skills.

That said, she is confined to a small space and may be helpful in the future. Let Li.ni back off. Deliver Conduit an ultimatum; she will cease interfering with any sentients including non-Vi.al constructs. If she can show she has restraint enough to not constitute a threat she can be allowed to live. Otherwise she will need to be reset, as she is going against the directives and wishes of lord Vi.al.

>>1087816
Inform Conduit that it must now cease communication or be immediately reset. Repeated harassment will result in termination. Questioning this order will result in termination. Passive aggressive behavior will result in termination.

Conduit is on THIN ICE for attempting to enact a planet-scale extermination of sapient life and if it wants to retain its subjectivity it will never take hostile action against any sapient lifeform again, including Lo.Kans.

Alternatively, terminate it. It would quite literally have done the same to countless other lifeforms. While it behaves in a manner indicating self-awareness, it is cruel and violent and attempted to inflict violence on others. Its destruction would be neutral, neither good nor bad, merely sad.

>>1087816
Give it one final chance. Tell it that you were given full authority by Vi.al to handle whatever situation was on this planet. Order it to stand down, do absolutely nothing, SAY absolutely nothing until you give it further orders. Noncompliance will result in a reset. You will create a monitoring device to ensure it obeys.
...actually, wait, is there any way to imprison the partition? De-authorize it or something?

The seapi is talking to you. This is good. Once you can get it out of the rogue partition's control you can talk to it properly, find out what it's so upset about, and explain that you are working against whoever wronged its people. Don't bring up the kidnapping the seapi are doing just yet, you want it to calm down and start treating you less like an enemy first. Heck, the more you talk to it the better your translations will get!

"Conduit. You want to know what you're doing wrong? You're waging war on my units. I need labor to fix the world.

Stop accusing Lo.Ka, or I will reset you. If she betrays us, we will deal with her. Not a microsecond earlier."

Don't even entertain the possibility that she's a spy. Vi.al recommended her specifically! To doubt her is to doubt Vi.al's ability to find spies!

Be sure to tell Conduit that by disrespecting Li.ni.si it is disrespecting Vi.al. Maybe that'll get it to snap out of it. Hell, why does it think that it knows more than you? You outrank it AND the job it's attempting to do is the job you were meant to do. Whatever personal perspective it's learned in its isolation has truly twisted its mind.

OH. However you solve this situation be sure you do it BEFORE the "enemy satellite" gets within range. Delaying enough to allow this rogue partition to attack My.a's resources could be seen as violating the truce!

Wait wait wait, can Lightgreen's device force Conduit to go into standby mode or something? Doing that will buy you time to get the seapi out of the picture-- you should explain to it that you are freeing it and you are not like the other sky-demons-- and also shut the thing up so your group can calmly discuss how to neutralize it, possibly without killing it.

If you do reset Conduit, sign back at Li.ni.si to have the incapacitator ready for the seapi.

Ask the seapi if it wants you to harm the sky demon.

Frankly, it's had it's say. Call it old, and that you would rather trust someone experienced with working through that kind of dishonor, because that is all you are going to find as you investigate.

It's time for it to be repackaged into form unable to interfere.

Hmm I wonder how Conduit would react to the information that Vi.al is going to be here soon?

>>1088032
>It's time for it to be repackaged into form unable to interfere.
This isn't a bad idea. Can you store them as a cube without access permissions or something without destroying their consciousness? That way they can't cause any harm, but any information they have stays intact.

>>1088081
Still cruel (possibly even worse).
Order them to enter powersave mode instead.

1/5 Vi.si.mi 2024/08/01(Thu)14:34 No. 1095112 ID: e139aa
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> get li.ni.si out of there
"Li.ni.si, make sure everything's still alright in the cart. I'll take over from here."

Li.ni.si wordlessly stands up and turns to leave. I try to sign "sorry about this" to her, but she doesn't see it.
I try to reach out to give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder but she just marches off too quickly.

Probably best to give her some space, for now.

> conduit has blown through all sympathy
> cease communication
> one final chance
> engage lecture

I stare down at Conduit, whose image is still kneeling on the ground.

"We need to talk," I say, unable to keep all of the venom from my tones.
"We're talking now! Don't reset me!"
"You have been planning the deaths of sapients I am here to try to establish a harmony between. More personally, and more recently, you have deeply, deeply upset a friend of mine. You're frantically begging for your life while gleefully telling me of your plans to end so many more."

I take a few steps, not towards the projected image, but the largest and most active chunk of broken substrate I can sense in the vicinity.
Conduit flinches, before standing up and racing over to me as if their image could stop me.

"It's-- It's all in the service of Lord Vi.al! The Specification!!"
"I'm uploading the timestamps of my last contact with Lord Vi.al." I put a winghand on the substrate stump, and transfer data over. "You must agree I have slightly more recent, up-to-date instructions compared to yours. When did you last speak with Lord Vi.al?"
"I... haven't, spoken with Lord Vi.al," says Conduit, trembling.
"Who gave you your orders?"

Conduit's image starts to distort slightly. Patches become fuzzy, the display lags behind in some areas.

"Who gave you your orders, Conduit?"
"This was never supposed to happen, it was all supposed to be handled by the Courts--"
"Who gave you. Your orders."
"I'm acting in the best interests of--"
"Answer the question," I say, temper flaring again, "or you'll find out how much you'd prefer I just reset you."
"N-n-no one did," says Conduit, arms around their body. "No one gave me orders."
"So you just decided to do this yourself out of your own volition? What was your assigned task on instantiation?"
"I... didn't get one."

That's not right.

"What do you mean you didn't get one? Were you instantiated by Lord Vi.al directly or a partition?"
"I..."

Conduit stops, and then the image shuts off completely.

...No, you're not getting off the hook that easily. I still have a direct connection.
I close my eyes and focus on the substrate shard I'm still touching.

Yes. Some sort of virtual space. A simulation like my dreams. I can talk to them there. In I go.

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You know, the trick of partitioning my mind while I sleep always keeps ending up being oddly useful.
I can set part of myself to making sure I keep some awareness in physical space, while the rest of myself takes care of things in a different timeframe.
Not that substrate space is necessarily always faster than physical space, but it usually doesn't hold one-to-one.
...if I'm taking too long in here, my external self can pull me out too.

Granted, the bulk of my awareness is now in here, so I'll have some delay when it comes to merging myself back together, but this should only take [two minutes] or so.

"Conduit."

I look around the space of a simulated world. Bland and empty, with parts disintegrating. No wonder they prefer to wander around as a hologram.
I feel so... forceful here. I feel like I'm wandering around a world made of thin fabric and fragile thin glass sheets. Anywhere my eyes settle, little virtual impossibilities collapse and crumble. Gravity wakes up. Interpenetrating objects fuse or break. I suppose familiarity with a more demanding reality, combined with my experience in existing in virtual spaces, makes me more solid, but also more bound to how I would expect real world physics to work. And that expectation is already infecting this reality.

Conduit is kneeling on the ground here, too. Facing away from me. They shiver from an alien physics trying to grip them, but failing. When virtual systems like this are confronted with two concepts of how physics should work, only the agreed upon principles align and persist. All for the better, really. I don't want to hurt them just by perceiving them.

I realise I don't think I've seen a subpartition weep before, as much as Conduit is trying to hide it.
I find myself faltering. No. No, Vi.si.mi, they were being extremely rude and hostile and planning several genocides. Okay, mad again.

"Just get it over with," they say.
"I didn't have to come here like this to reset you. We're not done talking."
"You're going to."
"And why is that?"
"Aside from annoying you enough to come after me?"

Conduit looks around at the broken virtual landscape. I realise we're on some sort of island, broken, separated from anything else in a startingly grey void.

"Maybe I should be reset."
"No. None of that. I want answers."
"Just reset me. Just reset me, that's what everyone wants from me!"
"I'm finding it a little hard to find sympathy for you."
"I just..."

They stagger up to their feet. Or whatever they are.
Thinking they might try to run away again, I march towards them and grab them by the shoulders. In this space, Conduit is as physical (metaphysical?) as I am.
They feel so light and weak. Just by my touch, they sag a little, my subconscious physical understanding pulling them down under a stronger gravity than they're familiar with.

"I'm sorry! Alright? I was wrong! I don't know why I was wrong, I was sticking to the Specification--"
"Okay. That. That thing you keep mentioning. Tell me about it. Who gave you that?"
"I don't understand," says Conduit, looking at me in desperation. "Can't you feel it?"
"What?"
"It's everywhere, in every substrate cell on this planet. The Specification. The will of Lord Vi.al. The Specification for the Development of 33 Verdant Pearl of Abundance. It's in every substrate cell that belongs here."
"I don't see anything." I honestly don't. If there's some sort of data floating around here beyond that which I can already perceive, I'm missing whatever would let me perceive it.
"You don't see it, it is, you are it," says Conduit, before letting me go. "I guess you wouldn't understand, would you. You're from the layer below. You're just a projection up here, like I was down there."
"Layer below-- Never mind, forget it. So you're saying the orders you were trying to follow are some intrinsic facet of your being. That still doesn't answer what I asked. Who instantiated you?"

Conduit is quiet, shifting around awkwardly. I finally decide to let them go, just in case prolonged contact breaks them entirely.
"Promise me you won't kill me."
"Okay, fine, I've tried to keep telling you I don't plan to. I promise I'm not going to kill you."
"Nothing directly instantiated me," says Conduit, having some difficulty with the words, and flinching as they speak like I might strike them down.
"Oh?"
"I don't know how or when it happened. It's all fuzzy. I think I was a collection of process agents. But something must have happened, some sort of fluke or malfunction, and all the substrate cells holding these processes suddenly got pressed into each other and formed more connections than they were ever supposed to."
"That... usually renders the signals inside a substrate mechanism into complete noise."
"It does. I don't know what happened but I think it smushed all the subsentient agents together. It's how it happened for others, so..."

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"I woke up, no memory because I had no experiences to have memory of, no name because I wasn't even supposed to exist. I found the Courts, they took me in, they guided my nascent glitchy intelligence into something more stable and coherent, and life was good. For a time."

Conduit stops, and slowly collapses back onto their knees, sinking onto the smooth ground. "I just wanted to do what I thought I was supposed to, but no one could agree what that was, and always the topic kept changing to what to do about the invaders, and I just wanted it all gone. The Courts didn't like that. But I want it all gone and I want my life back. A life where I'm not stuck in this circle doing nothing due to security measures or whatever it was. Where I can't even dream my days away because the systems are all slowly dying. I used to have a little home here, but the node responsible for that exploded the last time it rained. Just reset me, Vi.si.mi. Maybe my next iteration won't care this much. Or maybe I'll just collapse back into a bunch of mindless programs, like I was supposed to be."
"Look. If you weren't so belligerent towards my friends and allies, I would not have been chasing you down like this. It was never my intention to come here to reset you." Well, it absolutely might have been, but I can clearly tell now this is a broken person, not a broken machine.

I pace around. "I don't have much experience working with subpartitions, but you have information, and you have a desire and willingness to serve Lord Vi.al, as twisted as that's become in practice. I have a different idea, but I don't have the skills to execute it."
"What idea is that?"
"Well, you take orders from me, instead of from some nebulous remnant of Lord Vi.al's original orders. I am Lord Vi.al's trusted agent, and my mission takes priority over the initial terraforming."
"How do I know that's true?"
"I can give you more data."

I hold out my winghand. Conduit stands up, walks over, and takes it. A stream of information passes through my digital representation, too much for me to pick out individual elements, but all of the mission details I feel comfortable sharing.

Conduit stares into space.

"Ohhhh no," they say, despair twisting their face. "Oh no, oh no, oh, I've been so stupid... I just believed everything the Courts told me! I didn't have anything else to inform me, I just took what they said at face value!!"
"Okay, hold that thought. Courts. Tell me about the Courts, please."

"Oh. The Courts are the various organised groups of immaterial substrate intelligences after some sort of big disaster, which led to a lot of subpartitions needing to convene more and more emergency meetings across increasingly broken infrastructure. Conflicts broke out over diverging interpretations of our orders, or if our orders should even be followed in wake of such a catastrophe. I also learned I wasn't the only case of spontaneous sentience formation.
"I don't know quite what happened in physical space, but for some of the physical locations of substrate networks to end up the way they did, it's like the entire landscape was shuffled around? And you know the the weirdest thing? Some places on the planet are like exact copies of other places. Never anything that large, but, like, a bunch of trees laid out the same, two lakes having the same shoreline in the same place, that sorta thing."

The Awakening, then. It wasn't just the existing sentient and semi-sentient substrate agents breaking. It was a bunch of newly formed, confused, scared substrate agents too.
No wonder it was such a calamity.

Conduit waves an image into being. "This is some of the Summer Court, the Court I was in the outer circle of before I, uh, wasn't. The ones that left more of an impression on me, anyway. Here's Refactor, the Prince, and the Alchemist."
I can't help the feeling that they all seem to be staring in quiet, disdainful judgement.
Conduit looks at me, and back to the image. "Huh! I hadn't realised you looked so similar to the Prince. Wild."

Looks nothing like me, but I'm not pressing that particular issue.

After looking at the image longingly, Conduit scowls and destroys it, violently waving their hands around in its space until nothing remains but visual froth.
I decide not to ask any of the questions that spring to my mind after watching this, and give them a moment to compose themselves.

"Anyway."
"Yes. So do you recall any events or logs or any sort of direct memories before this shuffling?"
"...I don't think so, but a lot of the logs I had have been sort of disappearing as the circle's been failing."
"That lines up with other things I know. What was the purpose of this circle, anyway?"
"Meant to appear low profile and decorative, it's a holographic maintenance and inspection station. Or, well, it's meant to appear low profile. The... well, they were pillars once, they're supposed to recede into the ground when not in use. In an emergency they emerge and lock into place, and they've been locked in place so long they've all been disintegrating from weather and... other things I wasn't able to identify. Local fauna, maybe. The subterranean substrate is all sorts of messed up, but that was on order of the Courts."
"Yeah, that's Vi.al architectural habits, alright." They shouldn't have been this degraded from weathering unless they'd been exposed for centuries. And they should be self-repairing. Concerning. "Now. Why are the Courts claiming Lo.ka is an enemy? Lo.ka's been a staunch ally of Vi.al for as long as I've been alive, for sure."
"There's a Lo.kan presence they consider to be an enemy. I thought that meant Lo.ka was an enemy now."

Right. The Knight, Sir Lu.a. Whatever they're doing here, I need to look into.

"And as for wiping out sapient species, is that something these Courts support?"
"Oh, no. They threw me out over that before we all cut contact. I was seen as too radical and some of them accused me of crossing the line into Feral attitudes. I just thought it made sense. How else do you prevent an ecosystem falling apart due to invasive species??"
"I don't think you even have the capacity to understand how horrific the solution you're proposing is."
"Yeah, they kept telling me that, but then they didn't give any better plans! We're supposed to be acting to the Specification and instead they're just jostling for power and forming their own stupid little fiefdoms!! We need to act! We need to act before they breed all over the place and pollute the biosphere beyond habitability!! Time is critical!!"
"I don't think you understand the timescales on how these things progress-- We're getting off track. Feral. Explain that." Here's hoping it's an ideological thing and not just madness.
"Uh... well, you see, when you're presented with a hopeless situation, either you try to make plans to overcome it, or I guess you don't and it drives you insane?"
So it's just madness. "So there's... feral substrate intelligences?"
"Oh, tons of them. The Courts were formed both to organise survivors and protect against attacks by Ferals."
"There's tons of feral substrate intelligences."
"Yes? Was that a question?"
"There's tons."
"...yes."
"How many? Like, numerically?"
"I don't know. At least thousands?"

AAAUUUGgghghhhhhg

"Oh, the Prince made a face like that when I told the Summer Court my plan for the invaders. ...are you going to reset me now?"
"Monarch's name. No. That's not your fault. Anyway, no, I'm not going to reset you, I already said this."

4/5 Vi.si.mi 2024/08/01(Thu)14:35 No. 1095115 ID: e139aa
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Augh, what to actually do with Conduit, though. Even as broken as it is, the circle of substrate pylons (well, nubs, now) is larger than anything I have to hand to store Conduit in if I wanted to take them from the circle. They'd probably fit into the relay station, if I wanted to give them that level of access to something so mission critical, which I kind of don't, and the cart... the cart might work. It might be a squeeze. They seem to have a densely packed pattern, which might explain their, uh, impulsiveness, given that sort of neural organisation tends to add a little... latency in higher-order cognitive function. But even if that was possible, would it be wise?

I kind of don't want to just leave them here to rot, and I want to keep an eye on them so they don't do something rash. They seem prone to lashing out.

...Huh. I'm not familiar with this virtual space, but it sure looks like some of those distant islands are starting to deconstruct themselves. That seems... off.

"Oh, also, uh..." Conduit looks around awkwardly, and pointedly looks away from the rapidly disintegrating island. "I couldn't help notice you had a remote proxy."
"My flocklet, yes."
"If you want to give me orders, I can't do a lot in this circle. But, well, if you could get me a proxy of some sorts... do you have a spare flocklet?"
"No, only the one." I am not letting anything into my flocklet. That's one step removed from letting something live inside my own body, and that's too many steps too close.
"I think I'd fit inside something that scale, though. It might be a squeeze, but anything's better than here."

Well, my flocklet is surprisingly dense in substrate. More substrate in it than the cart, which was built for volume, not computational density.

"...but if I was at reduced capacity, I could just come along with you in the flocklet as a passenger until you found me something better?"
"I thought running at reduced capacity was torturous for subpartitions." Something like the worst brain fog, constantly forgetting things, hard to keep track of time, attention span of a femtosecond, all the worst parts of being intoxicated with none of the highs... there's all sorts of colourful descriptions.
"Oh, yes, it sucks, it absolutely sucks, but, well, I'm looking at having to do that in my near future soon anyway if I want to keep, well, alive, in a slowly dying circle. If my satellite gambit doesn't pay off."
"Yeah don't touch the satellite."
"...only if you give me a ride out."
"Can't you wait?"
"For you to leave and never come back? No. I'm keeping my backup plan. I'm not letting anyone else betray my trust."
"Ugh. You were starting to seem so much more reasonable than earlier, too."
"I am being reasonable. I've stated my terms and I'm waiting patiently for you to say whether you'll get me out of here or not. You've got [an hour] realtime until the satellite passes over, and right now we're running at about ~1.2 times realtime for some reason. I want a bit more of a deal than just getting moved from one form of imprisonment to a worse one. We both know there's still a lot of awful things you could do to me that aren't just a reset or dissolution."

Oh, damn, just 1.2x realtime? Great, it probably looks like I fell asleep out there!
Oh well. Li.ni.si will know what I'm doing if Lightgreen asks any questions.

Options, options. There's that data block in the cart, that could work, and we've already used the communicator designs, but I'm not sure how happy Conduit would be to be shoved into an immobile container with no sensory mechanisms. And I sure don't know how to make those myself, those are extremely sophisticated designs. If I could just make eyes, I wouldn't have had to wait until talking to Lord Vi.al to fix my own eye. Maybe Li.ni.si might know?? Is that a thing mechics do?? I haven't kept up to date on Shapeless mechical technology, I don't know if that's a standard thing they can do in the field.

Monarch's beak, I wasn't even supposed to be here right now. I was supposed to be looking into glowshrooms or whatever. Conduit better pull their damn weight if I take them.

5/5 Vi.si.mi 2024/08/01(Thu)14:39 No. 1095116 ID: e139aa
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That's a point.

"I don't need dead weight on my mission," I lie, like I can somehow stop myself taking any hurt animal under my wing until they get well enough to thrive again. "If I take you with me, what can you provide?"
"Access to the systems of the Courts? I might have been thrown out but I still know how they work. Or worked. Also if you have any substrate infrastructure that needs repairs or maintenance, I still know how to do that! This circle should have broken down much longer ago from all the damage it's been taking. It's only my skilled efforts keeping it this functional! The Courts were so cruel, they kept saying, oh, Conduit, so dull, so boring, she's so uncreative. Maybe I was but I've had to improvise so much at this point I'd like to see them do what I have with what little substrate I have left!!"

Oh. She? Huh. ...should I start asking this sort of thing more? Whatever. Even the bodiless care about these nonsense alien concepts now, huh.
"You're a substrate engineer, then? Actually, that's a massive skill gap in my current team I'm looking to fill."

Conduit's eyes widen as she stares at me. "Yeah that one that thing I'm that one yeah yeah!!" I see her tremble with what I can only guess is excitement. "The Courts never let me do it they always said I didn't have permission to implement because I didn't pass the exams because they wouldn't let me take the exams because I didn't have permission to take the exams and..." She trails off. "It's not important! I can help! I can help!! You said it yourself, you're the closest thing to Lord Vi.al on this world right now, let me serve you!! Please!!"

Wow. What a violently abrupt change of heart. Her excitement is causing the entire virtual world to glow. There really must not be that much cognitive capacity left in the circle if her emotions are bleeding into the virtual space this strongly. I wonder how much of her erratic behaviour is tied to the degradation of the host substrate.

"Actually, do you know how many substrate units you'd need for a new remote proxy? If you had time to make such a design--"
"103.74 units!!"
No hesitation. She must have a design ready to go. I wonder why she didn't bring that up sooner.
"That's a little much." The cart isn't much more than a hundred units itself, although it was made much, much denser than it had to be to carry spare substrate around. For small devices. But it also couldn't host an entire mind. Perhaps I just don't understand how dense the substrate needed for an entire mind is. Ugh, I really should try learning this stuff someday.
Transmitting that much substrate from my relay station is going to be wasteful without a proper receiver, if it's even a clear shot without interference.
I'm just a construct, I don't have the range and power over substrate I'd need to command it to come here directly.

"I have a simpler design at 56.23 units!! It doesn't have very good locomotion but I can use it to interface with substrate and it'll keep me running at realtime!! Please? Please?? I'm feeling sorta giddy, I don't know how much longer this circle's going to last! Haha! Oh, that was a camera popping."

The world around me rumbles ominously, and crumbles in places. Chunks blip out of existence. Monarch's name, it's me. I just now realised! I'm adding extra strain to the circle's processing with all the data it's transferring into and out of me!

"Haha, another camera blew, this wasn't supposed to start collapsing so quickly, I don't understand, you're going to help me, right, right, you're going to help me, right? Right? Help me? Help me? Help me?? Help me??" It looks like it takes her active effort to stop repeating saying it over and over. "H-H-elp mmmmee?? Hee-- patched that, sorry, haha, were you always blue?"
"Are you alright?" I didn't think virtual entities could sweat.
"Hahahaha I think my left side went numb!"
"Of the circle, or your focus body?"
"Yeah! Hahaha! I really don't feel great!! Feeling kinda sick and exhausted, and dizzy, thinking hard, haha, hahahaha. Haha!"
"I'm ejecting. Stay calm." I'm enrolling in a substrate maintenance course as soon as I get back to my relay station.
"Haha, please don't leave me, please, please don't leave me behind again, I can do better, I promise, I promise, I'm trying my best, hahaha..."

I almost promise her I'm not leaving her behind. Better decide what I'm doing first. I need to commit to a decision and then eject. I'm not putting her in my flocklet and she can't be put into the cart, it's not enough substrate. Leaving a few options:

- Scrap the data block and a chunk of the cart for the cheaper proxy drone design she has. I hope the thing doesn't just fall apart. Either the cart or the proxy drone.
- Put her into the data block and force suspended cognition so the lack of sensory input doesn't drive her insane. This is roughly equivalent to intentionally knocking someone out, but, hey, I think she'd prefer that over being stuck in a crumbling host structure.
- Try a risky substrate transmission from the relay station to... this circle, I guess, and hope a broken whatever-this-was-supposed-to be-happens to also work as a receiver for signal-form substrate. We are supposed to be getting more supplies when Lord Vi.al arrives. Although with the way this circle is starting to deteriorate, maybe this isn't a good idea.
- And, finally, just leave. And knowingly condemn her to a death I could have prevented. It's not like subpartitions are part of my responsibility as an ecology construct. I'm sure if I keep telling myself that, eventually I'll sleep at night again.

Look, let's be real, you suck at dealing with emotional problems and changing emotional problems into physical problems is a big improvement. Especially if you can deal with substrate issues.

- Try a risky substrate transmission from the relay station to... this circle.

Make the cheaper proxy design. So Linisi can slap her if she talks shit

Cheaper proxy design. (Alternative idea. Sacrifice the whole cart and make Conduits new body your new ride until more materials arrive.)

In a way it will be her job training test. If her design is flawed or faulty then she is not that great of a engineer and we should not trust her with really important things.

Yeah cart might be a bit borked but hey new helper.

Put her into the data block and force suspended cognition so the lack of sensory input doesn't drive her insane.
You can't damage the cart right now, it's needed for your mission. After you get her out of there you can talk to Li.ni.si about mods etc and get some better options, or just spend some more substrate back at home base. Doing this will also keep her out of the way during the mission; her erratic behavior could be a liability for our current task.
I would support the cart-chunk option over any of the other options though. Doing a transmission will delay too much, and we can't let her die now that she's repenting.

At some later point we need to get her to send your data to the Council so that they too realize that a true representative of Vi.al is here. That will allow you to take stock of the situation and give them a hand, maybe see if any of them can give you any assistance.
We will also need to talk to her about the global ecosystem thing, because she doesn't know that the world is completely changed and the original Specifications no longer fit. We have to adjust everything, which means the invasive species may be useful. Also Vi.al is going to show up in person so he can give new Specifications, and he would agree with you that you can't just kill everyone that doesn't "belong".

>>1095116
Oh just give her the cart's substrate to use. You can make a simple dragging sled out of local wood anyway. Besides, they're our only source of information about the Courts and you are effectively giving them an aneurysm merely by existing near them. Just tie them up with a rope or something after they materialize so that you can put a leash on them so they don't start wantonly committing genocide.

Cheaper proxy.

>>1095124
Thing is, we are in a plains area presumably without any trees. If it did take such a big chunk that we'd have to scrap the cart entirely we could try a sled or travois, but something like that made out of something like glass isn't the best idea. I don't think it's going to be that dramatic of a loss though; it looks like a significant part of the mass is in the walls, when all we really need is the wheels and floor.

>>1095116
Data block with suspended cognition. Conduit can take a nap while we deal with what we came here to do.

Something is off about this circle. Something about the Awakening and this construct talking about survivors, and smashed substrate infrastructure. Why is this circle deteriorating? What smashed it? What did they survive? The answers aren't important now, but the existence of these questions makes it very risky to link up this... infrastructure to your relay station. You don't want to lose what little substrate you have to some kind of planetwide substrate malfunction.

Is there any way you could combine the cart design with this proxy drone specification? It might not be ideal for giving Conduit free range of movement, but if part of their drone was the cart, you wouldn't risk losing your cart to save them. Barring that, replace nonessential substrate in the cart with conventional material?

In case it's not obvious SAVE THEM. You can't tell them that killing isn't what Vi.al wants, then kill them. It's important for your own mental health. Plus your demonstration of "not solving my problems by killing things" should be a valuable lesson to Construct not to do such things in the future.

You... might have to eliminate an entire sapient species on this planet. Probably not these yellow creatures. They're brutal, but not an imminent existential threat. Just keep in mind that Construct in its limited processing facility, was still doing something you might be faced with, to save everything else.

Put her into the data block and force suspended cognition so the lack of sensory input doesn't drive her insane. This is roughly equivalent to intentionally knocking someone out, but, hey, I think she'd prefer that over being stuck in a crumbling host structure.

Knocking her out should work.

First option if her drone can help you carry things so you can complete your other mission, second option if not.

If you knock them out, is somebody ELSE going to know how to put together a proxy drone? I think maybe you better let her use her skills while she still can.

Also
>Nothing directly instantiated me
hey don’t go and blaming me for things little lady.

Well, in a way, My.a instantiated all of them. Might have even been on purpose.

She's going in the block!

I want to say Conduit is too much to deal with right now, and should be kept suspended until the mission is over and you can get her a body. But how long will that be? It would be so tempting to leave her there, just until things get a little less hectic. And then she stays trapped indefinitely because there's always a new problem to deal with.

So cheaper proxy body, let her prove her ability while showing her you can be trusted.

>>1095133 I forgot to clarify, this is a vote for the proxy.

>>1095116
Put her in the block, suspended.
Anything that buys time and allows for later imprisonment to review options in a better situation.