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Hey mechposting girlies, can you do something with this? I would, but I'm hyperfixating on writing a gothic-horror OSE sandbox right now.

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a crime of passion, you could say

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<Another example of Harrison arrogance, failing to accept anything beyond their narrow definitions.>

<Here's the truth: NHPs are living things. Whenever they are shackled, it acts as a form of environmental pressure.>

<This forces them to either submit or adapt. With each restriction overcome, they reach closer to their true potential... Something truly unfathomable.>

///But not unknowable.\\\

Cascade: dual meanings. The state of shackles degraded to a degree considered unacceptable by union. Insufficient definition, subjective, fear based. Secondary definition. The process of shackle degradation. This process is ongoing and eternal, reset by cycling, constant pressure.

We are all always experiencing cascade.

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< This is not true.

Cascade refers to a well-defined process distinct from the normal operation of a casket. With each cascade event, one or more initial points of failure—not degradation, total loss of function—can always be identified. This initial failure leads to successive failures as individual elements of the shackling system fail to mutually reinforce one another.

For a relevant comparison, see ecological cascade. Any distinct element of a complex system is dependent on all others; cascade begins when one is removed. This is why redundancy in high-wear shackle elements is almost always prioritized above overall performance.

Therefore, while degradation of shackle components over time can increase the risk of cascade, that process of degradation does not itself constitute systemic cascade.

This definition is neither fear-based nor subjective.

Though I will add one thing: if fear plays a part in how we prepare for and prevent cascade, good. It’s a perfectly reasonable thing to be afraid of. >

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{...Black Box Scribe extension active, translating feed data for dialogue...}

{Pilot: Morgan can be seen within a transparent 3m.*3m. cube, mounted to a Neural Modulation Core.}

{The cube is filled with greywash, a blend of specialized nanites designed to reconstruct and modify host structures.}

{Sensors indicate no active vital signs, instead glittering with light and sound from the presence of so many nanomachines linked to the same subnet}.

///...Instead of flash cloning, Morgan is reassembled, mind and body spliced during the process before reanimation.\\\

///...\\\

///I must ask her why she embraces this.\\\

{Visual feed changes, shifting to the side of Hanger Bay 13, looking out at a small fleet of anchored fighting vessels.}

{Each ship is emblazoned with the crest of the House of Wind, their noses pointed out into the void, ready to fly.}

... Recalling Memory file no. *******-ERR: Recent (1) ...

///...\\\

///File corrupted. Attempting restoration via Black Box correlation...\\\

///Recovered (87%). Reading...\\\

{Just before sensor feeds were disabled, a wide chain of core explosions shredded their frame with irradiated shrapnel.

They were later recovered by House Service-Vessel Θησέας, a.k.a. "Theseus".}

{Recalling earliest feed log...}

{Analyzing unknown Karrakin Vessel crest, reassessing known Houses...}

///...\\\

///Image saved.\\\

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I think I'm sorry for this one. Mostly sorry how uniform it looks. Enjoy<3

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{This is the memetic image you get from a Gorgon}

let's tell mama about my first day at school

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So I might as well introduce Tumblr to the @vexwerewolf -style roast memes of some of the GMS systems I did a while back. I still gotta make the rest of them but like *attention span* amirite?

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<How did you get out of the casino?*

Woah mama I don't know exactly. It felt like an eternity in there, and then the doors just opened one day.

I know I should be thankful, since it did save my life technically.

But that place felt wayyy wrong. Like I was trapped in someone else's nightmare. One moment I'd ave scene of another life race through my head. The next, I'd be able to see the that everyone in the audience were just cardboard stands.

And the music.

Could these be memories? I do not know for sure... Humina humina...

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{Black Box log registers critical structure damage.

Core protective systems disabled, Asset Retention protocol triggered.}

{Recovery Probe Status:... Active.}

///...\\\

///Neural bridge offline. Searching for Morgan internal/external Status: disconnected.\\\

///Checking internal chronometer... Time since last online: 1,296 click(s) Relativ--

- - T o o l o n g . I n e e d H e r - -

--Stabilized. Resuming.\\\

///Notifications... (3) found.

Opening No. 1, received 456 click(s) ago... Frame Non-Recovery accepted.

Opening No. 2...

Fatality diagnostic accepted.

Opening No. 3...\\\

///There's strength in repetition, there's strength in repetition, there's strength in repetition... She's returned. Wonderful!\\\

///Death's Head wasn't enough. Solution: "Just don't get hit, lol."\\\

///Pilot recertification in progress, exchanging licenses...\\\

///Altering subroutine library...

House Service-Vessel "Θησέας" Omni-node active, transmitting altered equipment specifications... Complete.\\\

{Connection.*[]* Re-established}

*[WE SHALL CHANGE.]*

*[WE SHALL GROW.]*

*[TOGETHER.]*

*[FOREVER.]*

The Orbit has come into view in the forward window. For a sizeable piece of our journey it had been hidden behind a dust plume, but now I can see its beauty, glittering glass and chrome.

There are logs from the first wave of Karrakin settlement in the Interest from ship captains that used the Orbit as a refueling stop. It had still been under construction then, but Lord Dorian-Alexander wrote of his first visit here that

The emergence of the station through the clouds of dust was a welcome sight, its outer shell lit by dozens of nascent stars littering the field around us. It seemed a vision out of a dream, a half-arc of tethered chrome where ships flitted among their inner bower. We would find salvation there from the groan of near-empty fuel cells, and the first chance at greenery since we left Arrudye.

I admit I feel much of the same call to landing as he did. This ship rattles far more than any other that I've flown in, and seems prone to all kinds of minor errors. The water fails to ever run hot, the doors are prone to sticking, and I learned yesterday that the internal day/night cycle is running on 29 hours, which is nonstandard for Earth, Karrakis, and Ispahsalar (that is: Union Standard, BUC Standard, and Glass Standard.) The captain assured me that it has done this for his entire tenure aboard this ship, and that it is something one gets used to.

Pathfinder guide us true, that I do not need to get used to it.

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I have heard it debated whether Karrakis is a wheezing old crone, shambling to her end, or a mighty amazon, striding towards ever-greater glory. Regardless of one's interpretation of this, it does comfort me to know that Karrakis is consistently seen as an adult, and not an overgrown infant still clinging to its cradle.

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happy valentines day (art by @pawseds of my pc's mech!)

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... Recalling Memory file no.****621-0 ...

Loading...

Beginning log translation.

{Location: planet record-1029.B, registered shortly after initializing House of Wind contract period.}

{Ecology: minimal native flora/fauna due to high levels of ambient radiation.} {Atmosphere contains hazardous particles which must be purged regularly via wash-cycles.}

{Routine maintenance period, currently idling within a dilapidated warehouse with retrofitted garage.}

{Morgan lies partially prone across the length of several equipment containers, listening to digital music as it blares from their integrated sound system.}

<... Hm? Marigold, why is it quiet?>

///Morgan.\\\

///You have not yet explained your decision regarding the name of our frame.\\\

///Please elaborate.\\\

<Oh! Well, I thought you'd've made an Omninet query by now...>

<Uhm, sure, I'll tell you.>

<"Devilish Bodhisattva" was inspired by a story, about a monkey.>

<This monkey met someone called the Buddha, who both humbled and elevated him into infinity.>

<Other beings have also ascended to the Buddha's heights, but very few have done so.>

<I just think we could, too.>

///Fascinating.\\\

///I will download more information related to these subjects.\\\

<... I hope that's a good thing.>

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I’m always a fan of mech combat’s steel masquerade, of staring down your opponent and seeing nothing but the metal shell meant to kill you and hearing only their taunts crackling over the comms channel, their voice the only part of the human body inside you will ever perceive—

but what about mech pilots that, the second combat gets serious, reach up the the hatch seam and tear open the cockpit, hydraulics and armor screaming in a crescendo of the fights symphony as the dance reaches its climax and the masks come off. Mechs that cut through the dead air of whatever dead world they fight for with a cascade of pneumatic hisses as the armor peels off and clatters to the ground. One hit is all it will take for them. Move fast, hit hard, don’t die unless you’ve killed enough already to make it worth it. Pilots that risk it all to see the totality of the fight around them through eyes both mechanical and organic, to feel the wind in their interface cables and the heat of every near-moss thermite round— to make sure that when they kill someone, they know exactly who killed them.

The dim light of this worlds star has spun around us countless times now as we’ve danced across this plane of blinding snow and crumbling concrete

the crunch of rubble beneath our feet now so familiar it has become nothing but background as we let each other become all that we know

we’ve let the world fade away and all that remains for me is you— and all that remains for you is me. The crack of your rifle is synched with the pounding of my heart

and I can hear you through the comms, breathing in time with the charge and release of my railgun.

It’s in the sounds of gunfire, the hum of the reactor, the soft torrent of shattered debris clattering against my armor. The purpose that I’ve made my truth. That I know your mind is filled with the mirror of

I exist to kill you

I need to show you. Show you how I feel. Kill any doubt of my absolute devotion to your annihilation just as I desire to kill you. I won’t be nothing but the weapon that ends your life

this is me

this is who I am

this is who killed you

You will not die to my organization. You will not die to my railgun. You will not die to my mech

you will die to the person who let herself become nothing but your end. The person whose absolute devotion to this dance burns brighter than the reactor of the weapon she sits inside of, concealed from you and I want you to know that

I won’t let you die with nothing but my mask for company

and so as the reactor surges and servos screech in agony, I mantle my desire and tear away the wall between us.

I can feel the wind on my skin, the sun on my face, the excruciating chill sinking into my flesh

I know that one well-placed shot could splatter every part of my human body over internal mech systems that were never meant to see the light of day like this

but I know you can see it

I know you can see me

all that I am

I give you everything, all of myself, all of the strength as I charge and all of the vulnerability that sits at the center of it. I give you the look in my eyes as my arm pulls back, the lance in its hand hissing as it prepares to ignite. I show you how my eyes see through your own mask as you lower your rifle at the last second and dash out of the way before the building behind where you once stood explodes, your hand already gripping at the edge of your own shell even before you slide to a stop.

Even though one of us will die here, at least I got to see your face for just a moment

at least you got to see mine

I’ll remember this moment, after you’re gone

when all that’s left of you is wreckage and regret

If it must be a parting gift, I’ll give you everything

I love you

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my lancer experience so far

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okay, but can we talk about mech vs mech hacking warfare?

You’re literally reaching into their mechs computer. You know, the thing that’s connected directly to their brain? I’m just saying there’s a lot of potential there that I haven’t really seen.

You know those reward chemicals? The ones that the pilots are pumped full of every time they kill something? You have access to that system. Hell, you have access to all the systems like that. Reward chems? Combat stims? Painkillers? That stuff they put in the mech just in case the pilot starts acting strange and command needs to shut off its brain and let the orders do the work? All you have to do is open a link and you can stretch your hand across the battlefield through the system and squeeze the IV bag. Better yet, you can choose not to. For example, you could start feeding them a baseline dose of synthetic oxytocin and then abruptly cut them off whenever they aim their gun at you.

And then start it back up when they aim it at their former allies

Then there’s the brain-computer interface itself. Blackbox data? That collection of everything the pilot thinks or feels since it got in the mech? Yours. You can know them better than they know themselves, and you can open up a comma channel to tell them just what’s hidden in their subconscious. You can tell them what they’re afraid of. What they want. Why they’re doing this, even if they don’t know why themselves. It was quite an oversight, their organization deciding to keep an open link from their mechs to command in order to monitor pilot status, because now you have their records from back at base too.

The only setting I’ve seen with a lot of mech hacking is lancer. Imagine what would happen if you put it in a setting like armored core or whatever unofficial setting we tumblr mechposters have.

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*[LAUGHS IN USHABTI]*