#Colossus Project

[ceephorsshitshow]

[belated] Christmas Gift for @winterdeepelegy

Merry Crisis!

[winterdeepelegy]

Understone

"We live under a rock."

This had become a common observation among those living in the Orn Wild settlement, a place which still lacked a name after so much time had passed. The answer was returned equally: "We've lived under a rock for years, albeit some longer than others." The latter took into account the handful of Duskwights among them who likely began their lives in caverns and other underground dwellings. This was more spacious by far, and for those who found it unsettling there were natural caves among the crags into which they could retreat. "At least now it's a literal rock instead of metal with a bloody sword over our heads," came another reply.

Even the Goblins who lived alongside them had started referring to them, and themselves, as "Underlanders". Their manner of speaking was simplistic but completely logical, and not unlike how some of the former subjects described things. They had few metaphors for things. Jinglyshine, tongueflaps, handlending... Things were what they were, and it was easy enough to understand by the basic descriptors given. Glace found it endearing, in a way. It reminded him of how he used to refer to things that were new and unfamiliar when he was first sent out of Occidens to immerse in Eorzean society. Sometimes he even found himself falling back on it like an old habit when speaking with the Goblins.

"Understone..."

It was hard to know where the term first came about, or from who, but it was spoken time and again until it caught on. Their "nameless home" simply became "Understone" and it stuck.

Now that it had a name, Glace started to wonder if it was time to slowly start inviting others in. They could sustain themselves to a degree, but they would still benefit from the help of their neighbors.

Thus, taking a cue from some of the Tribes, he started working on a new plan. The others would benefit most from crafters and gathers to teach them so they could become truly self-sustaining and secure their future.

[dragonmasteraltais]

I hope this reaches the right audience. 🙏

[sucresanct]

Nothing stronger than the bond between a boy with a tumultuous relationship with intimacy and Some Computer

[pan-de-torao]

Computers everywhere 🤖

[olvaheiner]

Project Robot (TBA)

[zunra2]

edit: TARS update

edit 2: so there’s been a thread getting popular on Twitter I assume of a very similar concept and just to avoid confusion: I did not make that thread! And I have no relation to whoever did. Just to clarify 👍

[cherryxrobots]

Today's Underrated Robot/AI is:

Colossus from The Forbin Project (1970)

Fun Fact: The movie this old guy came from is actually based off a book trilogy by author D.F. Jones: Colossus, The Fall of Colossus, and Colossus and the Crab.

[gizzymoes]

Father peruses gay sons date

[roccooraccoon]

TAU can’t join the big 3 triangle AIs 😔😔

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[the-incident-house]

I know I'm known as the Russian master computer guy and I post about him primarily, but I believe all Russian mechanical babies deserve love.

Here's my design of Guardian from "Colossus: the forbin project."

He's very curious and open for new connections. What a silly.

[winterdeepelegy]

A Favor Owed

Ciel had been tending the flowers in her yard when Glace arrived unannounced. There was no hello, no mention of her name to get her attention, but an eventual clearing of his throat to serve the same purpose. She lifted her head and tipped up the brim of the woven hat she wore to see who it was, only to scoff at such a greeting. "Really? Well, hello to you too. Let me guess, you need my help for another job?" "Well yes... and no," he answered. She hadn't seen him in months and by now the trail of Artoire Boniface had gone cold. Glace had other matters in mind which were more important in the moment. "Actually... it's a bit of a personal matter, and kind of a big ask." Taking a breath, Ciel dropped her trowel onto the ground and brushed bits of grass off of her knees as she stood. She was sure she'd more than paid off her debt by now, but what was one more favor? "Alright, I'm listening," she confirmed in an even tone, neither elated nor annoyed, at least not until she knew what this request consisted of. Glace lowered his head but hesitated. He wasn't sure how best to ask for what he needed, but after another beat he got on with it. "Listen, Plum... you know a bit about me an' mine already. Things didn't exactly go as planned with bringing them home and... well, more than a few of my Siblings died." At that, she removed her hat and held it in front of her chest in a solemn gesture for his grief. She waited quietly for the rest of his request. "You may not know but I've seen you on more than one battlefield. In the aftermath, when all the fighting's done, when the ground's still smouldering under your feet. I've seen you walk through like it's... a meadow or something... a field of flowers. And you whisper and you sing and play your harp, all the while pluckin' motes out of thin air where people died." Her eyes shifted away in search of anything that might keep her from meeting his eyes. He wasn't wrong, but realizing she had had an audience at all suddenly made the breath stop in her throat. "And then... you smiled in that way you do when you're about to part ways with an ol' friend or loved one, like you'll see them again just a few moons later. In the next moment, those motes blinked out one by one. You set them free." He paused to watch her, noting her uncertainty. "I don't doubt what my own eyes saw, but that's all I'm asking for. Well, that's part one... the place where they died, I don't want them to linger. They've suffered enough." Only now did Ciel lift her green eyes to him again, but there was no change in her expression. "The second part is, we recovered what flesh remains we could and they've since been cremated," he went on. "I was hoping you might be able to do some funerary rite for them, too, an' scatter the ashes. Mere formality, but some of the survivors might benefit from the closure." The songstress closed her eyes and softly shook her head. "Funerary rites are a specialty of Arrzaneth Ossuary. Alas, I'm no priestess of Thal." "I can't go to them and you know it," he huffed, "I've done my damnest to keep the others safe by not exposing the location of our new home. I don't trust those Ul'dahn blokes, not to mention the exorbitant prices they ask for services like that. Please, Plum, I'll do anything you ask of me if you'll do this." He wasn't wrong about this, either, and she knew quite well what their fees typically ranged. "Glace, I'm but a humble devout of Oschon. Although formal funerary rites aren't normally my forte, I am called by Him to grant comfort to they that wander." She dipped her head once in a nod of agreement, "Very well. I will do what you're asking, but I can't in good consciousness ask aught in return." The Duskwight stood there in stunned silence for a few breaths before finally stammering, "Are you sure?" "Aye. I'll not deny anyone peace at a price that benefits only myself. But tell me where I need to go and it shall be done."

[dragonmasteraltais]

Silly goobers.

[sucresanct]

are we fucking with alphaville guys

[brw]

I don't understand why writers keep bringing up KittyPiotr as a relationship because it seems like a deeply destructive thing to do for both of them, but obviously particularly Colossus, and low-key the X-Men as a whole. And it's like, you don't need to bring it up! You could just put it as "They used to date as teenagers but don't anymore, and are now just friends" but making Colossus act like the love of his life is the girl he met when she was thirteen is not, never has been and never will be a good look! And if you're trying to depict this man sympathetically, why keep bringing it up??? Like it feels so destructive to his character, like if you liked him you'd let him move on!