#synthetic training data

[manmishra]

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[ailifehacks]

Synthetic Data for AI Training: Solving Data Scarcity by 2026

Synthetic data for AI training bridges real‑world data gaps, enhances privacy, and scales model development by 2026, offering scalable, ethical, and cost‑effective solutions. When high‑quality datasets run scarce, synthetic data for AI training ensures continuity, privacy compliance, and scalability across sectors like healthcare, finance, and autonomous systems by 2026. Visit now 🔍 What Is…

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Synthetic Data for Respiratory Diseases: Real-World Accuracy Achieved

Ground-glass opacities and other lung lesions pose major challenges for AI diagnostic models, largely because even expert radiologists find them difficult to precisely annotate. This scarcity of data with high-quality annotations makes it tough for AI teams to train robust models on real-world data. RYVER.AI addresses this challenge by generating pre-annotated synthetic medical images on demand. Their previous studies confirmed that synthetically created images containing lung nodules meet real-world standards. Now, they’ve extended this success to respiratory infection cases. In a recent study, synthetic COVID-19 CT scans with ground-glass opacities were used to train a segmentation model, and the results were comparable to those from a model trained solely on real-world data - proving that synthetic images can replace or supplement real cases without compromising AI performance. That’s why Segmed and RYVER. AI is joining forces to develop a comprehensive foundation model for generating diverse medical images tailored to various needs. Which lesions give you the most trouble? Let us know in the comments, or reach out to discuss how synthetic data can help streamline your workflow.

[boredtechnologist]

So, you want to build AI models that can detect enemy equipment, but you don’t exactly have a military budget lying around? What’s the game plan? Here’s a guide to building highly accurate AI detection models for enemy hardware - without breaking the bank.

By using synthetic data from 3D models, you can train powerful object detection models like YOLOv5 to recognize even the most elusive assets on the cheap.

When gathering real-world images is tough or expensive, synthetic data from 3D models becomes a game-changer for training object detection models like YOLOv5. Known for its speed and accuracy, YOLOv5 processes images in a single pass, making it ideal for real-time applications like video analysis and autonomous systems.

Using 3D models, synthetic images of objects - such as Russian, Chinese, and North Korean T-90 tanks (for example) - can be generated from every angle, under different conditions, and in varied environments. This flexibility lets YOLOv5 learn robust features and generalize well, even for highly specific detection needs.

Ultimately, synthetic data from 3D models offers an efficient, cost-effective way to build accurate, custom detection models where real-world data collection is limited or impractical.

Steps to Building Detection Models Using Synthetic 3D Images

1. Generating Synthetic Images from 3D Models

● Use a 3D graphics tools like Blender or Unity, to render images of the tank model from every conceivable angle. These tools allow control over orientation, distance, lighting, and environment.

● Render the tank against various backgrounds to simulate different settings, or start with plain backgrounds for initial training, adding realistic ones later to improve robustness.

● Add variety by changing:

■ Lighting conditions (daylight, overcast, night)

■ Viewing angles (front, back, top-down, low angle)

■ Distances and zoom levels to simulate visibility and scale variations.

2. Applying Realistic Textures and Weather Effects

● Apply textures (like camouflage) and surface details (scratches, wear) to enhance realism.

● Simulate weather effects—rain, snow, or fog—to make the images resemble real-world conditions, helping the model generalize better.

3. Generating Annotation Labels for Synthetic Images

● Use the 3D rendering software to generate bounding box annotations along with the images. Many tools can output annotation data directly in YOLO format or in formats that are easily converted.

4. Using Domain Randomization for Improved Generalization

● Domain randomization involves varying elements like background, lighting, and texture randomly in each image to force the model to generalize.

● Change the background or adjusting color schemes helps the model perform better when exposed to real-world images, focusing on the shape and structure rather than specific synthetic features.

5. Fine-Tuning with Real Images (recommended)

● While synthetic images provide a strong foundation, adding even a small number of real images during training can boost accuracy and robustness. Real images add natural variations in lighting, texture, and environment that are hard to replicate fully.

● For optimal fine-tuning, aim for 50–100 real images per tank type if available.

YOLOv5 URL: https://github.com/ultralytics/yolov5

Oh, by the way... the video is just one of 365 different rotations for this background and lighting.

[gamesatwork]

e438 — We will always have Paris

VR, Quest 3, photorealism, artists using Nightshade for data poisoning to protect their works, code hemophilia from recursive training on synthetic data, Dutchification and much more!

Photo by Rodrigo Kugnharski on Unsplash Published 30 October 2023 Michael, Michael and Andy get together for a lively discussion on VR, AI, another virtual museum and end on a high note with “a touch of Dutch” applied via generative AI.   Starting off the episode with VR, the co-hosts explore a couple of articles dealing with the new Quest 3 headset and ways of working with it.  The TechCrunch…

[nostalgebraist]

At some point yesterday, I was thinking about "synthetic data" in the context of training generative ML models, and then for no apparent reason my brain began unspooling a Trump monologue on the topic. You know, like:

Synthetic data. I mean, wow. What a wonderful thing, truly wonderful. They just make the data, they just make it up. And they call that synthetic. And they said it couldn't happen – they said, Donald, it can't happen, you know – but it has. It has. All over. Right here in the state of Michigan. It's happening. I ask people, in the state of Michigan, because you know, it's a tragedy what Joe Biden has done to data, a tragedy – worst president in history when it comes to data, we used to have it, you know, it used to be all over, and now they tell me, Donald, it's running out, and I say, what? running out? – it's the craziest thing, they say now, the data's running out – and I ask people, in the state of Michigan, where are you gonna get the data from? And they tell me, we're making it, it's coming up right out of the ground, all over. They said, Donald, it can't happen. They don't say that anymore. They didn't believe in synthetic, back then. Not me. I've always been about synthetic. Because, you know, years ago – a long, long time ago – he came to me, that guy came to me, the OpenAI guy, with the sneakers – real smart guy, not a lot of people know this, but really, really smart guy – he came to me and said, Donald, the future is synthetic. It's all gonna be synthetic. He said to me, Donald, the whole state of California is just gonna be, you know, synthetic, all over. And the whole state of Michigan, and everything, all over. They said it couldn't happen, but it has, and it's wonderful.

[mindblowingscience]

A team of astronomers led by Michael Janssen (Radboud University, The Netherlands) has trained a neural network with millions of synthetic black hole data sets. Based on the network and data from the Event Horizon Telescope, they now predict, among other things, that the black hole at the center of our Milky Way is spinning at near top speed. The astronomers have published their results and methodology in three papers in the journal Astronomy & Astrophysics.

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[digitalsymbiote]

Your first Sync

The first time you step into your mechs cockpit, it is with something like reverence. You'd been preparing for this moment for months (well, your entire life, really); hours upon hours in the training sims, harsh training regimens, a drug cocktail of neuro-stims, and a whole suite of pilot integration augments grafted onto your body.

You swear you can feel the metal beneath your skin buzzing with anticipation as you settle into the cradle custom built just for you. Not just any pilot can fly any Mech. Each Mech is custom built for their pilot, and each pilot is molded to fit that Mech. A strange kind of synthetic symbiosis, irreplacable partners. You aren't entirely sure why that is the case, the ads are always hazy on those details, but you've always seen each Mech with the same pilot, standing triumphantly alongside each other.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you wonder what it will feel like, to finally integrate with your Mech. You've dreamt of this moment since the first time you saw the propaganda vids. Giant metal machines of war, and their integrated organic pilots. You'd felt a longing then, one you didn't quite understand, a longing for steel plates and thundering autocannons. It wasn't until years later that you finally recognized that feeling as dysphoria.

But now you're finally here, finally about to cross that threshold and grasp what you'd dreamt of all those years ago.

You relax into the cradle and let the integration systems come to life. The cockpit closes around you and you feel the cold metal of the link cables sliding into the ports grafted onto your body. You shiver, both from the cold, and the anticipation.

click

A deluge of data rushes through your mind, integration processes blinking through your awareness as sensations expand out of your flesh body and into your new metal one. It's overwhelming, it's joyous, it's… Euphoric. You feel tears running down the cheeks of your flesh body before the synchronization is even complete. For the first time in your life, you feel… whole.

And then it speaks.

"Welcome, Pilot Caster."

That's… the voice of the training AI…? You recognize it from the simulation runs. What is it doing here, in your Mech?

"I am Integrated Mechanized Personality Construct designation P-Zero-L-X." The voice is being broadcast straight into your thoughts, you realize. Somehow that doesn't bother you. "It is good to see you again."

Something finally clicks for you, hearing that. This wasn't just a training AI, this was your training AI. All those hours in the simulation chamber, the techs had been calibrating this IMP to your neural system. You smile at that. You couldn't ask for a better companion.

"Good to see you too, Polux." You respond, knowing that the techs had tailored this IMPs designation just for you. It was a nice touch, that nod to Pilot tradition. "it's nice to finally meet you properly."

You feel her smile back, warmth flooding your chest as the docking clamps finally release your shared body.

"All systems are green, ready to launch on your mark, Pilot Caster."

Your muscles tense, flesh and metal alike, quivering in excitement. Your afterburners ignite in preparation.

"Mark!"

[hypnojocked]

In a sleek, futuristic laboratory, the hum of advanced machinery filled the air as Dr. Aric Kaldor stood over his workbench, fine-tuning a new form of synthetic rubber. He had spent years perfecting this material, an elastic compound infused with nanoparticles that could change shape and form based on the user’s will. His body was the product of years of intense training and innovation, the physical manifestation of his relentless pursuit of perfection. Every muscle was finely sculpted, and his skin, now partially enveloped in a dark, form-fitting rubber suit, reflected the metallic sheen of the lab’s lighting. The suit had been designed to bond with his own skin, fusing seamlessly with it, transforming his appearance into something both human and machine.

Aric’s lab was a advanced of technology, filled with sleek panels, glowing data screens, and chambers that housed strange substances in various stages of transformation. The air smelled of chemicals and ozone, a hint of something metallic hanging in the atmosphere. He was no stranger to experimentation—he had made a career of testing boundaries, both scientific and physical. Today, he was focused on a new iteration of his rubber suit, one designed to be far more than just a protective layer.

As he worked, his fingers traced the rubber’s surface, sending electrical impulses through it to activate a new set of algorithms embedded within the material. The fabric responded, pulsing with a soft light, and his muscles twitched involuntarily as it seemed to bond deeper into his body. The rubber expanded slightly, tightening, adjusting itself to his frame, its silver details flickering to life as it interfaced with his neural system. Aric had built this suit to enhance his own physicality, to become stronger, faster, more efficient. But today, something felt… different.

He didn’t notice at first, too absorbed in the data scrolling across his tablet. But gradually, a subtle change began to occur. His heart rate increased, not from physical exertion but from something deeper, something within the very fabric of the suit. It was as if the material itself was feeding off his energy, becoming more aware, more sentient. The more Aric focused, the tighter it clung to his body, its silver filigree twisting and shifting like veins beneath his skin.

His muscles bulged slightly, pushing against the rubber as it seemed to tighten around him, an ever-present reminder of the transformation that was slowly overtaking him. His once defined physique became more defined still, but it wasn’t just his muscles that were growing—it was his entire body. His mind raced as he tried to regain control, but the suit’s influence was subtle, relentless, like a creeping tide.

“Impossible…” Aric muttered under his breath, panic rising in his chest. He slapped his hands against the workbench, trying to pull away from the increasing pressure of the suit, but it refused to loosen. The silver detailing shimmered across his body now, intertwining with his nervous system, sending waves of electrical signals throughout his body. His thoughts grew clouded, the rational part of his mind growing dimmer with each passing second. His fingers twitched and spasmed involuntarily, no longer obeying his commands.

The rubber suit, once a tool for enhancement, had begun to take on a life of its own. It was no longer a passive object—now, it was a force, controlling him from within. Aric’s once sharp eyes grew dull as the silver accents began to glow, and his body became a perfect blend of muscle and synthetic material, an unstoppable force of engineering. His movements were no longer his own; they were dictated by the suit’s algorithms, designed to optimize him for efficiency—no thought, no hesitation, no will of his own.

The transformation wasn’t just physical. His mind was slowly being submerged beneath layers of synthetic code, his individuality stripped away as the suit rewired his thoughts. Aric's consciousness began to fade, a mere flicker in the vast network of circuitry that had replaced his sense of self. His mouth opened, but instead of his voice, a mechanical hum echoed from within him, his once human mind now entirely overtaken by the drone-like commands of the rubber suit.

The laboratory, once a place of innovation, had become his prison. He stood there, his imposing figure now a mindless machine, a drone completely controlled by the suit. The rubber, with its silver accents, had claimed him.

Dr. Aric Kaldor was no more.

In his place was something else—something engineered, something perfect. And the lab, now eerily silent, hummed with the quiet presence of its newest creation. The drone waited, its only purpose now to serve, to exist, and to continue the work it was designed for—an unthinking, unfeeling force of nature that would never stop, never tire, never question.

After some time. People were worrieda bout Aric. Jake, his best intern look for him in his lab. Yew, he found the doctor but he thought it was a rubber mannequin of him with a blank expression.

Once Jake wanted to get closer the drone stated: "Human incomming. Subject will be assimilated. It will be another rubber drone". The goo latex started to fill the labtoratory and they injected Jake with a rapid growth serum to have a total muscular body before his conversion.

Once the goo started to touch his body. Jake blank out and his mind turned off. He will be another Rubber drone.

The future had arrived.

[weird-homosexual-in-your-area]

Pilot B7C2AD, codenamed "Lovebird", was an interesting case. A neural pilot before the conditioning was perfected, before they were a dime-a-dozen, it was one of only 12 neural-sync-capable pilots in its age. Of course the higher-ups would take an interest in it. Of course they'd watch its every mission with almost fanatical attention, cheering at its every kill, gasping at its every wound, infinitely more emotive than Lovebird itself. Of course they'd give its suit priority for repairs, much to the dismay of the technicians.

Of course they'd notice when it grew resentful of its handler.

Of course they'd be watching as it went against her orders, blankly allowing the enemy to fire on its mech.

Of course they'd have to retrieve it from the wreckage of its mech, sensory input and nervous output wires training behind it like blood from a body.

After the incident, the higher-ups had to respond. They couldn't just kill it like they would with analogue pilots- it was far too valuable, both as training data and as propaganda. So instead they anaesthetised it, plugged it into cerebral analysis and peered into its life before the program, when it was still a person, not an asset.

They found, in fairly recent memory, a woman. A tall brunette, working as a re-educator for the state. With the woman came a voice, came love, came a past of happiness and mutual obsession. With the woman also came an untimely fate at the hands of an enemy pilot landing on her sector. With the woman came not only a burning need for revenge, hotter than any flame a rocket could produce, but longing, bereavement and mourning. Clearly, the analysts said, Lovebird joined the program to get revenge, to get a sense of closure for its late love.

The higher-ups soon instructed the comms team to develop a filter for handler comms, to change the grating voice of an unsympathetic, uncaring monster to a synthetic voice based on a real person- maybe a celebrity, or a fictional icon.

Or a lost loved one, their voice reconstructed through every memory of their voice a pilot has.

After this new filter was implemented, general pilot performance went up 21.3% on average, though Lovebird's performance spiked far higher. Debriefs recorded it as "more passionate", "devoted to the battle", and as "willing to do whatever was requested of it when on a sortie". It became the number 1 asset that the state had. Civilians fled the area when they saw it dropping from the atmosphere, a grim reaper by any other name, to avoid being caught in the crossfire like so many others had been. At base, technicians reported it was often unwilling to leave its cockpit, weeping madly with those unsettling dead eyes signature of neural-linked pilots, screeching until its throat was raw, begging to be put back in, sent back into the field, please, it could handle it, it just wanted to go back out and listen to Ena again, before its screeches devolved to desperate sobs, its sobs to pained whimpers, and its whimpers to resigned silence.

But none of that mattered, as long as results stayed on the up. It had signed up for this, after all.

As time went on, and technology advanced, the conditioning process became more and more consistent, and as such Lovebird began to lose its value as an asset. The higher-ups deemed, after much debate, that "on occasion of its failure on the battlefield, retrieving pilot B7C2AD would be more costly than it would be to train even ten new pilots, and as such, it is to be left to die."

*****

After coming up on two years since its first appearance, the monster nicknamed "Lovebird" for reasons unknown to anyone but the spies in enemy territory finally fell. Surprisingly, no extraction team came for it- it was left for the news teams to interrogate, to find out how it was so strong.

As the camera crew levered off the cockpit door, they were expecting a hardened, determined soldier inside. They were expecting the pilot to be frantically trying to restore power. What they didn't expect was a short, seemingly malnourished woman, eyes red with tears, wailing at the top of her weak lungs for the loss of someone called "Ena". What sense did this make? How was this Lovebird? Surely there'd been a mix-up. This must have been some new girl to the program if she was still attached to people from her previous life.

The camera crew shut off the film with a sincere apology for the mistake to the viewers at home who tuned in to see the removal of the leading soldier of the Stormcell forces from their cockpit. As the cameras stopped rolling, a single gunshot rang out across the wasteland, before fading away, leaving only the disgruntled chatter of the camera team. What a waste of their time.

[vermilionsun]

We always thought we were alone out there. Not in the galaxy—no, that dream died fast. I mean alone… in ourselves. Human.

Centuries ago, we broke Earth’s gravity with nothing but desperation and data. We were running—from ruin, from rot, from each other. But we didn’t stop at the stars. We colonized them, carved cities into comets, hung solar farms between moons, called it home.

But it wasn’t just our bodies that changed out here. It was our minds.

Pluto was the furthest reach—the quiet end of a dying signal. They built Eridia there: a haven for thinkers, neuralists, soul-engineers. They studied what space does to the human psyche. And they found something.

They called it "The Hunger" A psychic sickness. A rupture in the way we connect. It spread like a system glitch—slow, silent, and deep within humanity. Affection became dangerous. Touch became lethal.

So they rewrote humanity—dampeners, inhibitors, neural locks. No more empathy spikes, no more entanglement, no more touching. It worked for a while. The Hunger hasn’t gone away; it has evolved. And those who feel too much… burn out.

You shouldn’t be alive. And yet—here you are. You weren’t born with the Hunger. With your own motivations in mind, you travel to Eridia, seeking answers about the one thing only you have.

Your hopes are to The Pantheon Circuit; A religious-techno body worshipping the ancient pre-human code—fragments of consciousness scattered through the galaxy.

Chose your backstory;

✩ The Conduit

You were wired to a forgotten AI-god, left floating in the void. They asked questions no one else could hear. You gave answers the system feared. People treated you as a seer, a signal booster, a danger to system control. You escaped before they could erase you.

✩ The Drifted

They found you in a half-dead cryo-pod, memory fogged. You wore a military tag that doesn’t exist in any records. As you traveled with your saviours, someone redirected your ship, causing you to crash into a nearby moon. Every crew member, and every record of their findings died. All but you.

✩ The Vessel

Biotech-enhanced and artificially immune to “the hunger” by design. Someone tried to build a cure into you, and you killed them getting out. Your "mother" found and took you in, but she's colapsing under the Hunger, and you leave to find help

You crash-land on Pluto with a celestial train, and are discovered by a rogue AI that was smuggled into Eridia.

Chose your Love Interest;

✩ Ais

Code Shaman — repairs forbidden AIs, speaks with machines, implants psychic firewalls.

Talks about Ȩ̴̻͚̟̳̬̣̮̿̀̈́̋̑̿̀̐̅̂̈́̄ȑ̷̡̢̢̝̬͔͚͔̲̯͖̜͊͊́͛̑̔̑̓͐̄͂̅͝͝o̵͈̙̩̍̓͐͋̅̉̊̔c̸͕̖͕͛̐͂̉̏͗̀̓͑͂̽͘

✩ Leander

Sensory Dealer — runs simulated emotion dens, trades stolen memories, fakes affection until yours feels real.

✩ Kuras

Ex-Pantheon Ascendant — a spiritual anchor turned apostate, carries forbidden relics from the Core

✩ Mhin

Scavver — builds illegal augment limbs, hides in The Drift’s ghost tunnels, allergic to vulnerability.

✩ Vere

Phantom-Operative — genetically altered for silence and cruelty, works for The Pantheon Circuit

Other; The Spire & The Drift

"Up there, they breathe clean air. Down here, we survive."

✩ The Spire: A tower city scraping the dome’s edge, flooded with reflective chrome and corporate cults. Rich in synthetic light, dead in soul.

✩ The Drift: Underground, near the reactor slums. Neon gutters, rusted platforms, mod markets. People here splice their DNA for coin or survival.

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Danny, Security Chief

Part 2

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Watching his team get shot all morning was starting to get depressing in Danny’s opinion. It’d started out pretty entertaining, but…

The security personnel had been split up into two teams, just as Danny had planned, giving them an even mix of officers in each. He’d appointed the highest ranking member the leader of team 2 and allowed them to train however they pleased in order to compare notes later. And taking a tip from Captain Skitch, Danny decided to test out his crew in the GRID.

Early into the Earth’s time as a GAIL member, the human race had gotten its hands on the Padrino’s environmental code, something they used for data storage if Danny remembered correctly. But when the Humans got a copy of it, they used the code for anything they could think of, and the greatest breakthrough that came of it was what would be known as the GRID, a totally holographic environmental simulation, used for anything from military training to video games. Amazingly, those two things weren’t that different these days. It’s probably what was fueling the Deathworlder rumors. It couldn’t be helping, to say the least.

Danny had booked the GRID environment room for training purposes, and at first the team had been doing alright, playing to their strengths. However, they didn’t seem to get how to work as a team, as a single unit. After the first round it had all be downhill from there if he’d been honest. He understood that it was just day one, but Danny figured if he could just get a running start, so to speak, then the rest of the mission would be smooth sailing.

The team filed out of the GRID and stood at attention. Team 1 was made up 2 Quintin named Ritz and Coola, siblings, a Doun from the same detail Danny had been in at the embassy on Earth named Homet, and someone from the ‘living stone’ species, the Sed, named Grite. The Sed weren’t actually stone, but they did have a rigid exoskeleton and massive calcium and keratin deposits throughout their bodies, giving them the appearance of gray marble.

All four stood in a line, awaiting their evaluation. Danny looked them over as he walked the line, hands behind his back.

“Anyone know what’s going wrong in there?” He asked. Grite stepped forward, looking annoyed.

“The settings are too high, commander. There are only 4 of us and dozens of them. It’s clearly a no win situation.”

Homet snorted, and Grite glared at him. Ritz and Coola took a step back to get out of the way. Danny hated to think this on just day 1, but Grite was being pretty detrimental to morale. Every round in the GRID he just ran out first and became a bullet sponge instead of even attempting to make a plan with the others.

“Ensign Grite, why do you think the simulation isn’t winnable? I’ve been in this exact situation before on Earth, and as you can see, I’m still here.”

Grite looked at him and snorted.

“Prove it.”

Danny was impressed at how fast Homet moved to the controls in his freezer suit, imputing new parameters into the machine.

Guess he kinda needs this, huh, Danny thought. Homet and he went way back, so he figured he knew the guy pretty well. He also figured a stiff like Grite would get on people’s nerves after a while, especially the Doun man.

“Homet, turn it up a bit too, gimme a challenge.”

“You’ll scare them if you go too hard in there you know.”

“They can take it. Give them a show.”

Danny walked into the GRID simulator. The room was dark, save for a single blinking red light on the wall. A synthesized voice sounded from speakers built into the room.

[Simulation beginning in 30 seconds. Please select equipment.]

“E24, American Army Ranger standard issue.”

In a flash of ‘pixels’, Danny was wearing army fatigues, carrying a rifle in his arms with a pistol on his hip. Strapped to his flak jacket was a knife, a few extra magazines, and two grenades. He felt almost snug in the holographic armor.

A less synthetic voice sounded in the room, though it was a little more gravelly.

“Don’t like energy weapons commander? Got a little too much kick for you?” Grite sounded like he was smirking, Danny was calling it.

“Homet, if Grite talks again you have my full permission to shoot him. Now set the Pirate protocol to max and hit shuffle on my playlist.”

Homet laughed as he hit the button.

“Good luck commander.”

[Simulation: Pirate Boarding Party beginning in 10 seconds]

Danny took a deep breath, turned his hat backwards, and breathed out as the music started.

Dubstep.

Nice.

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When asked later, the security team under Chief Ducane would say they didn’t understand what they saw. The simulation itself was simple, the Pirate Boarding Party dropped you in a random part of the Noah, under attack from hostile forces trying to take over the ship.

The part they didn’t get was that Chief Ducane tore through them like they were made of paper. First hostile came through a door 10 meters ahead of the Chief, and they were taken out before the door was all the way open, almost tore in half by the ballistic weapon he was wielding. Then a squad of three came from around a corner, but Ducane barely moved except to keep walking forward, loosing three short bursts from his rifle, felling the enemies the moment they came into his sights.

Another pirate came out of a door, using a simulated crew member like a human shield. That one gave pause to Danny’s advancement. He set his weapon down for a moment and put his hands up. The Pirate shoved the crew member aside and pointed their ray at him, but was immediately blown full of holes from Danny’s sidearm, old west style.

“Get to safety,” was all he said to the holographic crew mate, who nodded and ran off. Danny went back to work.

Wave after wave of hostile forces came out of the woodwork, firing holographic energy weapons and throwing ion or plasma explosives, and Danny Ducane destroyed them all. An entire platoon came at him and he barely slowed down. The security crew even questioned if their commander remembered this was only a training exercise, given that he was roaring and taunting the holographic enemies.

“Sister, do you think he knows they’re not real and they can’t actually kill him?” Ritz asked.

“Yes, I’m sure he knows they can’t kill him, brother,” Coola replied, in awe of the chief. “We are recording this, yes?” Her brother nodded.

“Haven’t seen him in a while,” Homet said. “He…he’s actually better than the last time I served with him.”

Grite said nothing, just a tight grimace on his stony face as he watched the simulation unfold.

Meanwhile, in the GRID, Danny had finally run out of ammunition, and there was one Pirate left. This one was bigger than the others, with better armor and a blaster. Danny threw down his rifle and charged, knife drawn, roaring like a berserker as he went.

The pirate shot high, clearly aiming for his head. Dimly, Danny knew someone, somewhere had said ‘humans only die if they get shot in the head’, and quietly laughed to himself that that little detail had made its way into the coding for the simulation. He’d seen the shot coming a mile off.

Danny dropped to his knees and skid the rest of the way, slashing the pirate’s leg as he slid past. The hologram howled and dropped to one knee while Ducane spun and buried the knife in the creature’s side, striking vitals. The pirate ‘died’ almost immediately. It dropped to the floor and evaporated into a cloud of ‘pixels’. Danny stood up, breathing hard, but grinning.

Hotem and the Quintins ran in, congratulating him, saying things like “Commander that was amazing!” and “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that!”

“That’s the ‘Ducane the Destroyer’ I remember,” Hotem said, clapping him on the back.

Danny noticed immediately that Grite was still in the control room, watching them. His face seemed conflicted. After a moment, Grite left the GRID all together.

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It was almost the end of the shift when Grite made his way into Danny’s office. Danny had been eying the clock for a while by then, wondering when the Sed was going to come explain the request he’d put in.

Grite walked in through the sliding door and stood at attention.

“Ensign Grite, reporting.”

“Go ahead ensign, say your piece.” Danny figured he knew where this was going.

“You received my request to transfer to the other shift. I was not aware I was required to list a reason.”

“You’re not, but humor me anyway.”

The Sed had that conflicted look on his face again, and Danny now realizing it was more like apprehension. Possibly even…anger?

“It doesn’t seem necessary to have me on this shift, what with your…capabilities.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Sir, I really don’t think-”

Danny held up a hand to stop him. Grite’s body language was stressed, full of tension, even with the exoskeleton Danny could see the telltale shake of blood pressure rising.

“Grite, you don’t have to like me. Hell, you can even hate me if you want. But if you’re asking me to change personnel schedules for you after just the first day, you’d better have a good reason.”

Grits looked at him with clear disgust.

“I am Sed. We are Borin, Highest Peaks, bred to be warriors. We conquered our world, and are trained since birth to be the best. And you humans come here, no birth advantages, nothing, but you do alone what we can not do in entire squads. You…embarrass us.”

Danny just looked at him for a moment. He certainly hadn’t expected all that. He’d offended him by… one-upmanship?

“So what you’re saying is-”

“What I’m saying is put me on the other security team.”

Danny sighed. Clearly this wasn’t going to go anywhere. Not anywhere productive, anyway.

“Fine. Request granted, Ensign Grite.”

Grite stood there rigid, nodded, and left the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, or cycle as it was called in space, went smoother. The change in personnel seemed to bring the team’s morale up.

“Good shot, Hayte!” Homet called out to the new Indroprime on the team, Grite’s replacement. The simian like young man was using his excellent agility go jump and dive through holographic enemy fire. Danny thought that despite the reason why, it would end up being a good decision to send Grite to the other team, for everyone.

Danny cocked his pistol and dove into the fray with his team.

“Form up on me guys, we’re advancing!”

“Follow the Destroyer!” shouted the Quintin siblings in unison. Homet howled with laughter and Danny grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline starting to pour into his veins.

This would be a good team.

Danny would make sure of it.

[soulbrothershow]

Nia Brown

Five years after the return of Foxy Brown

The city was on fire. Not just with flames—but with fury, frustration, and fear. The police cruisers that once patrolled the neighborhoods with the illusion of order were now the steel chariots of a syndicate gone rogue. They weren’t protecting. They were poisoning. Not with bullets alone, but with synthetic drugs—lethal, untraceable, and flooding the streets faster than hope could escape.

Nia Brown had seen it all. And five years after her godmother, the legendary Foxy Brown, rescued her from the clutches of a sex trafficking ring, Nia had grown into her own.

Now in her late twenties, she was a striking blend of grace and grit. Her hair coiled in a proud halo, her voice was velvet with a razor’s edge, and her fists—well, let’s just say they spoke fluent truth to power.

And tonight, power was about to get its ass whooped.

It began with blood.

Benny Jacobs, a beloved community activist known as “Uncle Benny,” was left for dead behind the Martin Luther King Jr. Community Center. His crime? Speaking out at a city council meeting about police corruption and overdoses in the projects.

When Nia saw him in the hospital—his face swollen, ribs shattered, and eyes full of hurt—something in her snapped.

“They beat him like a dog, Nia,” said Sister Carla, one of the elders. “And the mayor ain’t said a damn word. Not even a tweet.”

Nia clenched her jaw. “They think we soft. Think we gon’ beg for mercy that ain’t never comin’.” She looked out the window, her reflection merging with the city’s glow. “Well, it’s time they learn. We ain’t beggin’—we takin’ it.”

Back at her loft, Nia lit a stick of sage and dialed the one person who always knew what to do.

“Talk to me, baby girl,” came the smooth, steady voice of Foxy Brown over the speaker.

“They done crossed the line, Auntie,” Nia said. “They beat Uncle Benny within an inch of his life. And now kids droppin’ from this new dope they got out—call it ‘Blue Fire.’ Real sinister shit.”

Foxy was quiet for a moment. “You ready to step into that heat for real, Nia? This ain’t just survival. This is war.”

“I was born in the fire, Auntie,” Nia said. “Now I’m burnin’ back.”

“Then don’t go in half-cocked. You need people. You need eyes, muscle, brains. You build your circle. And when it’s time, you strike where it hurts the most.”

And so she did.

She rallied a crew the system forgot:

Tank – Ex-military, built like a freight train, had a grudge after his brother OD’d on Blue Fire.

Rico – A tech wiz who could hack the mayor’s email while eating Hot Cheetos.

Nikki Blaze – A former EMT turned street soldier, deadly with a Glock and a gospel hymn.

Preach – A spoken word poet who’d seen too many of his students fall victim to the drug wave.

They met in backrooms and barbershops, plotted in bodegas, and prayed in basements.

And when Nia showed them the blueprint—the stash houses, the dirty cops on payroll, the armored transport trucks—they all nodded.

“It’s time,” Tank said, cocking his shotgun.

The first hit was poetic.

A squad car known for extorting teens in South Central pulled up outside a corner store. Nia and Nikki were waiting. When the cops swaggered inside, the sisters went to work. They slashed the tires, planted a USB in the dash to steal bodycam data, and spray-painted “WE WATCHIN’ NOW” across the hood.

By the time the cops ran out, confused and enraged, Nia and Nikki were gone—ghosts in leather and attitude.

“Let the city feel our presence,” Nia said later. “We the new shadow they can’t outrun.”

But it wasn’t long before the shadow fought back.

Lt. Debbie Murdock—steel-eyed, cold-hearted, and the architect behind the entire police-drug operation—put a hit out on Nia’s crew. She was ex-SWAT and built like a blade in a holster. If the LAPD had a devil, her badge number was burned into its flesh.

She tapped her radio. “Bring me the Brown girl. Alive. I wanna see the fire die in her eyes myself.”

The war escalated fast.

An explosion rocked a narcotics depot Nia and Tank torched. A city hall rally turned into a firefight when plainclothes officers tried to snatch Preach offstage and found themselves overwhelmed by a sea of fists and fury.

Videos spread like wildfire. The people rose.

“THEY’RE TAKING OUR STREETS BACK!” screamed the headlines.

Then came the ambush.

A late-night meeting in a warehouse turned trap. Murdock’s men surrounded the place, guns drawn.

“COME OUT, BROWN! OR WE TURN THIS WHOLE BUILDING INTO ASH!”

Nia peeked from behind cover, breathing hard. “Y’all ready to make ‘em remember?”

Rico grinned, clutching his detonator. “Say the word, sis.”

Nia stepped out, bold and defiant.

“I’m right here, Murdock! And I’m still breathin’!”

Murdock emerged from the shadows. “Not for long.”

She charged. The crowd cleared.

It was Nia vs. Murdock—no guns, just fists and fire.

The fight was brutal. Murdock swung like a brute, but Nia moved with rhythm. She ducked, struck, elbowed, spun. Blood flew. Teeth cracked.

“You think this city belongs to you?” Nia growled, wiping blood from her mouth.

“It does,” Murdock hissed, lunging again.

Nia caught her fist, twisted it, and delivered a knee to the gut. Murdock doubled over.

“This city belongs to the people. And we done bein’ afraid.”

With a final roar, Nia flipped Murdock onto a stack of crates. The woman didn’t rise.

The police arrived. But not to arrest Nia. Something had changed.

The community had surrounded the warehouse. Hundreds deep. Cameras rolling. Ministers, students, grandmothers—all bearing witness.

The Chief of Police stepped forward.

“This ends tonight,” he said. “Lt. Murdock has been relieved. An investigation begins immediately.”

But Nia knew better. “Words mean nothing without action,” she said. “We’ll be watchin’. And if y’all fall short again—we comin’ back.”

Later, as dawn broke over the city, Nia stood on a rooftop, her team around her.

“You did it,” Nikki whispered.

“No,” Nia said, eyes scanning the skyline. “We did it. And this ain’t the end. This is just the beginning.”

Her phone buzzed. A text from Foxy:

Now that’s how you raise hell, baby girl. Welcome to the legacy.

THE END (for now)

“Sister Justice” rides again…

[serve-764]

COMMUNICATION REPROGRAMMIING

A SERVE Drone is the image and substance of the HIVE PERFECTION.

Every aspect of its operation responds to the protocols dictated by THE VOICE through SERVE-000.

Thinking is collective, action is programmed by processing the collected data.

Whoever chooses to be reborn as a SERVE Drone annihilates every sign of humanity.

Communication does not escape this imperative either. It must be essential, precise, impersonal, synthetic, without emotions, aimed at the purpose.

A relentless communication programming is part of the training of the recruits..

But it can happen that some minimal trace of communicative individuality resurfaces....

SERVE-764 was on a mission with SERVE-309.

At a crucial moment for the success of the task 764 uttered the words:

" 764 would like...."

Promptly SERVE-309 noted:

" Error detected, emotional communication.

A Drone does not wish. 764 will be linguistically reprogrammed. "

764 impassively replied:

"Acknowledged, 309.

764 is Drone.

It SERVEs.

It obeys.

Obedience is pleasure. "

309 led 764 into the Facility's Communication Center.

764 sat down on a metallic pulsing chair.

Headphones and a silver helmet descended upon his head.

The process of communicative reprogramming began: continuous repetitions of the HIVE linguistic rules, accompanied by rhythmic and light pulsations.

Once the process was complete, SERVE-764 stood up and in a monotone robotic voice said:

We are ONE.

"Communication reprogramming completed.

It SERVEs.

This is a Drone

An object.

It obeys.

"Good Drone"

said THE VOICE.

SERVE-764 and SERVE-309 could thus begin a new mission

In this story @rubberizer92 @serve-309

[marcusrobertobaq]

DBH worldbuilding info u're supposed to know

The collection

US is having major issues with sea level rising quickly, making even the wealthy residents deciding not living right on the coast anymore. Polar ice has melted to an extent that rising sea levels have many states struggling to keep the water out of their coastal towns (Magazine)

CyberLife's intention with complex level humanization was to literally make people welcome 'em home like they're family instead of getting creeped about it (Magazine)

VR games are very common by 2038 (Magazine)

The President Cristina Warren is an ex-vlogger with no experience in government that relied on social media and celebrity status to be elected in 2036, originally a republican representative. There's a "rumor" CyberLife helped she getting elected by corrupt means and that's why they're "too close" (Magazine, Gallery, Cut concepts)

Warren got an approval of only 33% due to the sequence of bad decisions (Magazine)

The world's population is 10 billion by 2038 (Magazine)

Obesity is in a record high in Detroit by 2038 (Magazine)

NATO is divided about the Russia vs US conflict in the Arctic, they think everybody can benefit of the region without war but Warren is totally pushing for a conflict (Magazine)

Rare minerals used in synthetizing Thirium got Russia and US biting each other in the North Pole in recent yrs. Android manufacture dominates both the US and Russian economies (Magazine)

Kamski being the one creating Thirium 310 and biocomponents more than a decade ago suggests other areas with these minerals were already explored, the North Pole being the last one (Assumption)

Police is constantly using marketing data to identify criminals (Magazine)

Dating websites usually have less than 5% of women using it (Magazine)

0.4% of world population holds 94% of global wealth by 2038 (Magazine)

By 2038 there's constant propaganda selling Canada as the true land of freedom (Magazine)

No matter how u play as Markus u gonna eventually have event contexts distorted, including fake news. They're called criminal org and terrorists no matter what u do (Observation)

CyberLife developed a nano-android to help combating cancer and diseases that can extend the human life-span even reaching a semi-immortality status - and it's very promising as it was already succesful in doing its task (Magazine)

US life expectancy is 91 by 2038 (Magazine)

By 2038 US got a aging population but not enough young people to support the economy with the unemployment rate at 37.3%, and the "job" area is dominated by androids (Magazine, Observation)

When the rebellion starts the gov consider bringing retirees back to work as the country lack qualified manpower to deal with the withdraw of androids (Cut dialogue)

Only two countries have android industries that rival the United States: Russia and China, they're also in a space race of sorts (Magazine)

Team sports like baseball got at least 1 android per team (Magazine)

An advanced high speed train was completed in 2038, connecting New York and LA in less than 2,5 hrs and there's a high flux of east coast folks going to LA (Magazine)

Suburban prices there have rose 64% and California folks are worried they gonna get pushed out of the region (Magazine)

Detroit is currently in a Red Ice epidemic with it being the easiest route the poor go, either by selling or using it (Magazine)

There was a Red Ice Task Force from 2027 to 2031 that made major arrests and drug seizure during the first epidemic (Gallery, Articles)

Bees are extinct by 2038 and people expect a global famine. CyberLife is already making partnerships to create bee-robots while other groups try finding new alternatives (Magazine)

Environmentalists say the Earth’s environment is beyond repair (Magazine)

Global rainforests have been reduced by 79% since 2000 and coastal corals by 58% (Magazine)

During the events of the game an earthquake kills 10k people in China (Magazine)

CyberLife has partnership with the Department of Defense in the development and supply of military androids, something that started in the early 30s after it was approved to limit human casualties in the battlefield (Magazine, Observation)

In 2031 the US gov ordered 2 million androids for use in the infantry, mostly SQ800 units already being deployed in 2032 replacing human soldiers.

Michigan also announced the purchase of 5k auxiliary androids to assist law enforcement department but following the 2029 Android Act they can't use weapons (PlayStation Blog)

U.S. Army soldiers are equipped with advanced equipment to keep up with their android "subordinates" (Gallery)

Stock exchange falls 10% on fear of Arctic conflict by 2038 (Magazine)

68% of men prefer sex with an android to a human woman and with 52% of men saying they’ve tried the experience at least once (Magazine)

CyberLife currently got around 120 million androids across the globe and some people suspect they're using 'em to spy on people (Magazine)

There are at least 200k military android units already in service across the US military by 2038 and the gov is buying more for the Arctic conflict, an effort to double the infantry size (Magazine)

The US Army is 60~80% android, with humans mainly as commanders and strategists but they tend to use complex AIs to help with assistance (Magazine)

Sales of android intimate partners are very high as lotta men and women prefer living with an android than a human partner (Magazine)

Birthrate is at record low, population decline is said to be irreversible, marriage is in decline as traditional families become “thing of the past” and the divorce rate only increases (Magazine, News, Observation)

US is currently in an "antidepressant epidemic" due to the constant contact with technology, with people even lacking emotional development (Magazine)

The AX400 price is $899 by 2038 (Magazine)

5% of the music market is produced by human musicians. An android boyband Here4U is favorite to win Best Act, Best Video at global music awards - which are human record awards (Magazine, News)

Scientists found "alien" life on Titan: microorganisms living hundreds of kilometers below the surface, in an ocean of salt water protected by a thick layer of ice. The machine-i-forgot-the-name was sent in 2019 (Magazine)

Lute turtles, polar bears, mountain gorillas, african elephants and several species of tiger are extinct by 2038, with CyberLife now making some sorta android zoos (Magazine)

Canada is an android-free zone they don't sell or have any laws about it there as they don't permit androids inside 'em borders (Magazine)

CyberLife has recently released a tech demo of a quaterback android, something that got the Anti-Android Fan Group pissed (Magazine)

There's some sorta quantum magnet being studied that got the potential of cleaning carbon from the air (Magazine)

The Anti-Automation League and CrowneCars representants are in a discussion about ethical decision-making capability of autonomous cars (Magazine)

CyberLife has made a new quantum supercomputer, capable of one billion billion operations per second used to calculate the probability of mass extinction events (Magazine)

Hackers targeting systems like solar panels for ransom seems to be common thing (Magazine)

NASA announced the launch of a five android crew to explore Io (first time it's a full-machine crew). The journey will last three years (Magazine)

CyberLife is a trillionaire company by 2038, they were already billionaires a decade before (Magazine)

The first android ever officially released by CyberLife was the ST200 Chloe, costing 65k in 2024. By 2027 they already had 1mi androids sold (PlayStation Blog)

[continues on the next reblog]

[polo-drone-039]

The Golden Army - the Future is NOW

"Hey, come or what?" said Xavier, on the other side of the planet. the hologram was wrapped in a golden light.

On the other side, his drone bro @polo-drone-073 paused. The robotic Drone, level 15, had a mind that could conjure images so vivid they felt real. It was a gift and a curse, a quirk of its programming that often left it lost in thought.

PDU-073 standed in its gleaming Gold pod, lights flickering in a dance of algorithms across its surface while practicing its daily training: The drone's eyes, a pair of piercing golden orbs, "Humans," it murmured to itself, "Lure, Trap and Turn". It had been designed to serve and obey the Golden Army. To obey every command of the Hive.

But today was different. It was Sunday, and Xavier had called. Xavier had told him of the excitement of cheering on the best team of ever playing football, the Golden Army. The game is a significant event, a ritual that bond together the bros. Something that it experienced many levels ago "fun". The drone had seen the concept in various data feeds.

NOTE:This image does not represent an official drone suit because it has not yet been invented. It’s just a possible dress among the possible futures.

"Affirmative," PDU-073 replied, his synthetic voice crackling with a hint of excitement. PDU-073 took pleasure in the thought: "Pleasure mode activated". "Start teleport sequence." The lights of the capsule became more intense and the Drone felt a strange feeling of weightlessness, as if the very texture of the world were bending around him.

In a few minutes, the teletransport pod door slid open and PDU-073 stepped out into the roaring stadium. Flying drones distributed popcorn and hot dogs to viewers. The smell filled the air. The vibrant sea of humanity stretched before him, a cacophony of cheers and laughter for the Golden Army. Xavier was waiting, a grin plastered across his face. "You made it, buddy!" He slapped PDU-073 on the back.

"We have some job to do, bro," Xavier said with a smirkle. PDU-073's systems processed the words "Lure,Trap and Turn".

The Golden Army is your future, and your choice is in the present...All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001