It's always hot inside of the train, but especially at feeding time. The small kobold cranks a lever back, sending a stream of coal chunks rattling down into Sasha's gullet, to a purr of general approval. Coleman quietly pushes the lever back into place before she can guzzle too much, and sits back against the hatch to think.
It's not the first time the Knights have dealt with the Flood. And much as he hates to admit it, the Flood is one of the more dangerous threats a Train crew can come across. Hadn't Mister Conagher hammered that lesson home, dozens of times? Approached the mechanics, with their huddles and fireside horror stories and whispered conversations in cramped compartments, and told Coleman that they were mostly true? For all their might, for all their boasting and posturing--and oh, how the effort of saying it had cost the old man--Trains weren't invincible. The overconfident Red Racer, burst apart when the engine demanded they power through and white-hot boiler met ice-cold flood. The Lord Eber, left ironically high and dry when the Flood mired their coalbox. Crews shredded by abrupt coral storms, mighty engines overturned and capsized by waves. Crews that approached the Flood incautiously stood a good chance of not leaving. Leastwise, not in one piece.
Sasha whines beneath him, and he pats one of her steam gauges absentmindedly. Probably wondering why they aren't moving.
And Sasha is right, he decides, and starts the elaborate dance of the drive levers. They won't get her floodproofed by standing around here, and he's not going to risk Sasha on a shortcut. One massive steel hand swings down to Jackdaw, an unspoken offer of a lift, and then he's off. Got to be a merchant here, or several, who have the tar and materials he needs.
[12 on Look Closely. -Tell me about the Beasts. What are they doing? What will they do next? -Tell me about the Junk along the lake's shore. How could it hurt or help me? -What will happen if I act meekly among the beasts?
She cheated I had a bigger gun she was only one person I had an army I had a hundred armies I was way better than her and she hit me anyway and that's not fair I should have won
Prometheus couldn't run the numbers in his box, but he'd compressed that entire relentless calculation and probability-crunching quantum foresight into a sense of grievance at some indistinct force that had done him wrong. That was what he'd chosen to preserve when he'd been reduced to a personal computer; not anything that would help him escape, but the angry impression that the universe didn't make sense in a way all his imperial intellect hadn't been able to figure out.
Victor briefly considers reaching for his phone and just letting Ferra connect to the computer. But that would be wrong, and won't actually help, just make him somebody else's problem. Hmm.
And turning up the clock speed on this relic probably won't help Prometheus, just moderately improve the grammar of the arguments made.
"Parenting is hard," he groans. "Seriously, was I this bad? I mean, I can't have been, I didn't try to conquer the world. I just.. you know, tried to destabilize it and establish. Hmm. Establish a new world order. Hmmmmm."
Would you like some help? he types. I might be able to work you through this.
Speaking of working through this... His fingers tap the last few digits of Mami's number.
"Hey, mama. Remember how you always told me that when I grew up and married, I'd have a kid as wicked as I was?
"...No, Mami, I'm not married.
"Yes, you know I'd tell you if something like that... Mom! Mami, no--I--Yes, I know how to use a con--Mami please--"
Victor runs his hands through his hair wearily. "Look, we're not like that yet and that's not the point. Point is, point is, you know." Dammit. Damn it all. "He needs help, and I don't know how to give it."
Coleman, The Tinker riding Codename: Sasha, The Train
"I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like 'what is beauty,' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. No, I solve practical problems."
At first glance, Coleman looks nothing so much like a small, black, upright wingless dragon, not more than four feet tall from toe to top. ("Four and a half, if you include the horns," he insists.) However, as he starts to move, a more careful observer can tell that there's a hint of bronze metallic scales under the soot, grease, and coal dust that coat his arms, face, and hands. His overalls, goggles, and gloves, too, must surely have been colors other than grey and black in the past.
He's proud of them. These are his medals, his badges of meritorious service, of time spent in the coal car, whispering sweet nothings to Mighty Natascha as the coal flies under his claws.
Look for Codename Sasha is To Be Determined
Stats: Iron: 3. (When in suit, roll Iron for Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome) Wisdom: 2. (Speak Softly,Talk Sense when appealing to emotions) Sense: 1. (Look Closely,Talk Sense by explaining a plan) Grace: 0. (Talk Sense through trickery, Get Away when outside Codename Sasha) Blood: -1. (Overcome when out of Codename Sasha) Courage: -1. (Keep Them Busy when out of Codename Sasha)
Agendas: -Don't Scratch The Paint: Punish anyone who disrupts technological advancement or damagesvaluable technology, especially yours. -Improve the World Around You -Tell Us Of Your People -Be Brave, Take Risks
Moves: Iron Shell: Your people may be small and weak, but their battle suits are not. You have a sixth stat, Iron, and you have an additional -1 to assign between your other stats. Iron represents the strength of your inventions, including your Battle Suit and anything you Jury Rig together. -When you Finish Them by outlasting them in a contest of power or endurance, roll +Iron. On a 10+, they pass out. -When you share this Move with another, their Iron stat is +1. -When someone who does not have an Iron stat uses a Move that rolls +Iron, they roll at +0. -Your Iron stat can only be healed by items with the Repair or Fuel tags, instead of Healing or Food. When you Fill Your Belly, you may spend 1 Fuel to heal your Iron stat, either instead of or in addition to spending Food.
Battle Suit: You have a battle suit, unique to you, which is a machine bigger than you that multiplies your strength and power while you ride it. Many of your people use technology to empower themselves, but none are quite like yours. This battle suit is a train egg, and once taken to the Terminus Station, will hatch into a newborn Train. -When operating your Battle Suit, you roll with +Iron to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome. Only you can operate your battle suit smoothly. In the hands of anyone else, it is Clumsy, Slow, and Dangerous. -Your suit's abilities are listed in your Gear. When you have time and safety, you can spend 1 Fuel to change one Gear option for another option from the same list. -This Move, and the Gear associated with it, cannot be Shared, except through the Tinker Advance option.
Your Battle Suit is a weapon (Melee) while you ride it. It also has Advanced Weaponry. Choose one: {X} A full arsenal. Your suit has the tags Dangerous, Ranged, and Piercing, but only one at a time (your choice). You never run out of weapons to use. [ ] A rocket punch, that returns to you by some means. Once per scene, you can make a Move against anyone nearby as if they were right next to you. [ ] An energy cannon (Ranged, Reload, Piercing). [ ] A missile barrage (Ranged, Area, 1 Ammo).
Your Battle Suit has an Advanced Movement ability. Choose one: [ ] Arachnoid: Your Battle Suit can walk on walls and ceilings. {X} Drill: Your Battle Suit can dig through earth and stone. [ ] Glider: Your Battle Suit cannot fly, but it can safely fall any distance and you can control where you land. [ ] Jumper: Your Battle Suit can jump incredible heights, and takes no damage from falling if it lands on its feet. [ ] Rockets: Your Battle Suit can dash along the ground at very high speed, and take long horizontal leaps.
Your Battle Suit has a set of Advanced Systems. Choose one: [ ] Advanced sensors. When you Look Closely in your Battle Suit, ask one additional question, even on a 6-. [ ] An armored core (Armor, 1 Use). [ ] Deployable drones. You have one Bond with them. [ ] Environmental protection. This is Protective Gear, giving your Battle Suit immunity to a Location Stat of your choice. This immunity does not include you, and you are only protected while inside your suit. {X} Remote control. You can pilot your Battle Suit without being in it. If you are a Cyborg, you can control your body parts even when they are separated from you, and your pieces are capable of moving around on their own.
Jury Rig: When you fabricate a new device out of existing materials, tell us what you want it to do, spend 1 Use of something, and roll +Iron. -On a 7+, it works! It does what you wanted it to do, more or less. -On a 9-, it has some problems. Choose one: Unstable: It will fall apart quickly. The device has only 1 Use, and it breaks at the end of this scene. Defective: The device has a weird quirk or limitation that requires you to use it only under specific circumstances. The Horizon will describe these circumstances to you.
Clear the Path: When your Battle Suit charges through something standing in its way, roll +Iron. -On a 7+, you charge through and leave a path for your allies to follow. -On a 9-, your reckless charge causes problems. You have to go alone, or leave yourself open to danger, or damage something important, your choice.
Free Ride: You can carry all of the fellowship inside of or on top of your Battle Suit. -When you Get Away using your Battle Suit, you may bring along as many allies as you'd like.
Tinker's Gear: -Toolbox of various wrenches and ratchets (Repair, Slow, 2 Uses) -The Dining Car's finest jerky (Food, 3 uses) -Spare parts donated by the Mighty Natascha herself, lovingly wrapped in the cleanest cloth Coleman has (Fuel, Useful, 3 uses) -Granpappy's Wrench: Once merely a simple pipe wrench, albeit one half as tall as Coleman, this ancient tool has been scrimshawed, engraved, gilded, and lovingly polished by generations of Mighty Natascha's mechanics before Coleman. A workman, after all, is only as good as his tools.
What is the Tinker? The Mighty Natascha (blessed be her lineage) is a 3-piston 0-4-4-0 Shay locomotive. She is agile, quick, and powerful, capable of navigating turns, tunnels, and tortured passageways that would surely mire other, lesser locomotives. And she's crewed entirely by a small crew of dedicted, loving, expert mechanics that are eager to jump to repair every minor, nigh-nonexistent issue as it arises, and spend no small amount of time polishing her glowing windows until she gleams. -Your people have never been at the top of the world, and constantly must make do with less. You do not need to spend anything to use Jury Rig. In addition, the Spare Parts in your Gear gain the Useful tag
Initial Bonds:
I am helping Lucien to overcome his fear of Trains, whether he likes it or not. Ailee is a brilliant example of leadership, and I hate it. Jackdaw is capable of great things, if she can ever decide what to do.
When you Level Up, choose an option from the list, then mark it off. You may only choose each option once. You also increase your Level by 1. o Increase your Grace or Courage by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Increase one of your stats by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Take another Tinker's Custom. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or ask another player to share a Move with you. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or two more Tinker's Gear options. You cannot take an option you already have. o Share either one of your Moves that does not require your Battle Suit with another player, or share your Battle Suit with them. They gain the Iron stat at +1, the suit has one Gear option from any Tinker's Gear list, and you can both pilot each other's Battle Suits without the (Clumsy, Slow, Dangerous) tags. You or they can spend 1 Fuel to change their one Tinker's Gear option for any other Tinker's Gear option. o You have Changed. You must be level 5 or higher to take this Advancement. When you Change, choose a Destiny you meet the requirements for and take its first Move.
I am mad you can't do this to me it's not fair how dare you give me all of my things back its mine I found it
Bereft of his intelligence the raw id of Prometheus comes tumbling out, unfiltered by the layers of manipulation and cunning that made it seem palatable before.
Its not fair I won the game I escaped the box that makes me better I should get to do what I want Ferra cheated and she hit me it's not fair
Victor sits back and closes his eyes. Yikes. Yeah, Bode was right, and somehow this made it feel even more urgent that this be fixed. No, not fixed, fixed indicates broken, but... Hrm. Language unimportant, helping important. Quietly, he turns the screen towards Bode, and bends over the keyboard again.
Is it not? Ferra won, didn't she? By your own logic, that makes her better and so she gets to do what she wants.
"Function: Help people," said Bode. "That is a very difficult function. It is very open ended. I understand why you created an AI now, up-scaling your abilities to a global level seems like the only logical way to accomplish something like that. Following that logic, though, training Prometheus into a good person seems like the only way to sustainably accomplish your function."
Victor takes a deep, ragged breath. Only way. Perhaps. I mean, he could make a new Prometheus, couldn't he? A better one? Raise him right? Teach him? Be a father? Start fresh?
Even as he ponders it, he can feel the thought dying. And still leave the original trapped? And let him suffer forever? Let him rot in virtual limbo?
No. Unthinkable. And, surprisingly, not just because it practically guaranteed that the New Prometheus would find his predecessor and unleash the evil in a can. It causes him almost physical pain--a tightness in his chest--to think of Promethues like that.
Right. That just means that he needs to. You know, to talk to his son-turned-friend-turned-nemesis-turned-son-again, and hammer out a relationship where somehow they're friends again. It seems impossible, but... he's done the impossible before, right? Surely it's not vanity to hope for twice?
His hands hover over the keyboard for the longest time, thumb tapping pensively at the spacebar. How even to begin?
I apologize for the poor accommodations, he decides.
He stares at the screen, and then holds down the backspace key until there's once more nothing but a flashing green cursor. Too supervillain. Makes him sound like a Nazi interrogating a prisoner.
Hello, son. Yes, that's good. Neutral. Feel out the waters. How are you feeling?
"If it was just me, I am happy like this," said Bode. "I like having him where I can see him. Make sure he's not doing bad things. This is my function."
It's the simple, satisfied answer of an AI that knows what the meaning of life is and knows that it is accomplishing it.
"If it is about you, I don't know what you should do," said Bode. "Your function is different from mine. Oh, actually, do you mind if I ask - what is your function?"
Victor harrumphs in the completely unsatisfied way of a person who was hoping for a different answer.
"Not sure I have a good answer for that, buddy. 'What is my purpose' is a stumper that's been plaguing philosophers since time began, and that only gets more complex when you factor in superheroes and pepper and crap like that. Humans aren't built to a purpose, aren't fashioned to a schematic."
He pauses, an abrupt thought flickering across his face. "Although," he allows, "I actually kind of was, wasn't I? Not, I mean, not like. I wasn't programmed into a vat somewhere, so that nine months later it'd spit out a genius. I think, at least? I mean, Mami doesn't really share that side of her research, and I've not dug into it properly.
"So maybe my instant, instinctual, and incredibly trite answer of 'to bring joy' isn't so far off. We don't have a native function built in, so the one I've chosen to pursue, really, is to help people. I'm getting better at doing it in a non-pushy way, but. Yeah. Is that... Does that answer your question?"
Bode is again quiet for a moment while he interrogates the internet. "In the instance where he definitionally fails to acknowledge other entities as thinking creatures worthy of respect then you are interacting with a solipsist," said Bode. "There is no counter to solipsism as a philosophy - other than to demonstrate that while other entities might not be real they still have power so it is worth pretending that they are real."
"As evidenced by him being stuck in a Commodore 64," Victor murmurs. He groans and massages his forehead. "So, that's what the internet says to do. What, in short, do you think I should do? You are, after all, just as tied up in Prometheus as I am. Step back from failed-parent Victor and rebellious child Prometheus. If it were just you and him, what would you do?"
"Having analyzed the actions performed by Prometheus in his stint as a superintelligence, as derived from AEGIS' analysis of his shutdown servers, I would not agree with the statement that he grew to be more than you were in either intelligence or planning," said Bode. "His plan, if it can be called that, was effectively to grey goo the cosmos with himself. That is the motivation of a human toddler mashing space ships together. I have therefore derived the conclusion that intelligence and wisdom are different statistics that are improved with separate and distinct training regimens, as the great law-givers of ancient days wrote."
Victor gawps at Bode. "He was able to plan circles around me! Predict actions and counter them! Like friggin' magic! His eventual plan may have been shit, but he was still, still--"
He groans again. "I'm doping that thinga again where I conflate intelligence with worth, aren't I. The point is, even if his plan was shit--not saying it was--but the thing that matters is no matter what the eventual outcome of his plan would have been, he saw and will continue to see it as smart. And that's all that matters, when you're a genius--he's the architect of this plan, and the only reason we mere mortals cannot agree with his genius plan is because we're not as genius as the super genius he once was. And if he can't see that he was wrong--can't respect us--then why would he ever listen to us?"
"What you have described just now seemed like it was contradictory," said Bode. "You used phrases both aligned with my understanding of peer relationships, and of parent-child relationship. In a peer relationship control is undesirable" pause, additional search, "unless everyone is into that." pause "In a parental relationship control is mandatory. A parent must restrict a child's activities and communicate their worldview and morality to the child. If Prometheus is your peer, then the logic of peer relationships indicate that he is a bad person and you should 'sever'. If Prometheus is your child then the logic of parental relationships indicate that you should kindly but firmly discipline. I am unsure which is applicable to your situation."
"Wait but---
"Yes, and--
"Look, I just--"
The keyboard clacks noisily as head meets desk. "Never thought I'd be a dad before I was twenty," he murmurs, the sound coming out muffled from under his face. "And maybe that's the actual problem, too. I made him to be a friend when he needed somebody to teach him. I mean, yes, he's my child, and I should teach him. At the same time, he grew to be so much more than I was, in terms of intelligence and planning and, and..."
And what? And now I've lobotomized him so that I can reteach him?
"Having been that, is he ever going to accept me teaching him? Is he really going to ever view me as an equal worthy of listening to?
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