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Current 乇乂ㄒ尺卂 ㄒ卄丨匚匚
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9 yrs ago
A sentence you wasted 5 seconds to read.
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9 yrs ago
Who came up with the idea to make our statuses quotes from philosophers, anyway?
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9 yrs ago
We could be doing something productive with our lives... instead, we're here.
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9 yrs ago
A random quote from some philosopher that we'll forget in a few moments.
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Rumi outfitted himself with a pair of glowing bracelets and his visor, entering his testing chamber. Several large boxes lined a wall, but the room was otherwise empty. "Alright, we will start initial testing of 'Cerebellum', beginning with movement and shape tests," Rumi announced. He raised an arm and snapped his fingers. The boxes began to shake, and a mass of tiny machines burst out of them, all converging towards Rumi. They were not the nanomachines he commonly used, however. They were the predecessor to them; a larger machine called a "microbot". Still very small, but gargantuan compared to a nanobot. Rumi had quickly moved on from them due to the lack of easy storage while traveling, which was unacceptable for Rumi. He still didn't have a solution as of yet, but he would just have to think of something. For now, he would test.

The microbots began to stack on top of each other and form a giant hand, moving left to right as if waving hello, then began to form various one-handed gestures. "Seems good so far," Rumi said as he began to step up, the microbots forming stairs as he climbed up a cylindrical tower. The tower then collapsed, the microbots moving as if they were liquid, except for a a group that formed a surfboard shape to keep Rumi on the surface and allowed him to "surf" on them. Rumi extended his flailing arms out, trying to keep his balance.

Rumi then spread his arms out, dispersing the microbots away from him, and brought his back back together, palms apart while fingertips met. The bots stacked up and around him, making a barrier around him with honeycomb shaped holes in it. He clenched his fist, causing the holes to close up and leaving him in darkness. With a spinning wrist and a slashing motion, the bots began to open up and spin around him, gathering together into a ball and split apart as if slashed apart. "Hmm... pretty good performance, but a little slower than I had hoped," Rumi said. "I'll have to do some finetuning."

There was a knock, and a door slid open, revealing his secretary Chris. "Sir, you have a call," he said, holding up a phone.

"I'm a little busy right now," Rumi protested. "Leave it on voicemail if it's not important."

"It's from 'Blake Ignatius von Brandt', sir," Chris continued.

"Fire Tweety? The heck does he want with me?" Rumi asked. In the end, his curiosity won out and he took the phone. "This better be good." Pressing the answer button, Rumi brought the phone to his ear, answering with, "Talk to me."

...

"A 'collar thingy'," Rumi responded. "Come on, Blake, you're gonna need to give me a bit more information than that to make it worth my while. Y'know, like, what does it look like, or what was wearing it before you got it?"
So what's the status on the duel? Any progress made?
Rumi Bers Polamor


Rumi looked through his various programs again and again, searching for any way to improve them further. It was in vain, however; he had done the best he could. The main component, the one designed to disable Phantom and extract it from Skylar, was still incomplete, but that was inevitable as he could not complete the code without studying Phantom's original coding. The next best thing he could do was include a function that would scan the virus and produce a copy of its coding into an isolated storage unit. The biggest problem with this was that he would need to be in close proximity to Phantom in order to do this, and he could not simulate an outcome where he'd have enough of an advantage to achieve this goal.

Of course, he realized what the problem was: he had reached his limit. Nanomachines and a reinforced bodysuit alone was not going to be enough to combat and/or subdue Phantom. Rumi needed an upgrade to his current gear. Fortunately, he knew where to start. He still had old prototypes lying around, and he could easily draw up some schematics for new machines to aid him. All he needed was some time. Grabbing a toolbox from a nearby countertop, Rumi took out a drill and began to get to work.
Michelle Kine

"An exhibition match..." Michelle Kine said to herself. This was something she certainly did not want to miss. It was a chance to see what this school had to offer in terms of competition, as well as information about the Duelists' strategies. She only hoped this "Jason" and "Dorian" provided some intel worth studying.
Michelle Kine


Michelle stepped out of the helicopter once it landed, taking in the new sights. It was here that she would soon be shaping her new future. Michelle took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever challenges would lie ahead. She checked her luggage and pockets, making sure one last time that she had everything accounted for.

"Welcome Students both new and returning, Please make your way to the auditorium where our opening ceremonies will begin!" said the voice of the man who must be the headmaster.


After the announcement, Michelle began to make her way to the auditorium, curious to see what these "opening ceremonies" would entail.
So uh... I know the join status says "Full", but think you can squeeze in one more? Little bit interested.
Rumi Bers Polamor


Rumi typed quickly, yet methodically, as he tried to work his brain around the logic needed to code his program. He shook his head and sighed as he held down the backspace button yet again, deleting another subroutine. Resting his head on his palm, his elbow on the table, he reached out and grabbed a couple chips from a family-sized bag.

A beep sounded off at the door, revealing his secretary as it opened. "Sir, I believe you were supposed to be at the HERO ONE Auditorium... half an hour ago," he said.

"Come on, Chris, you know I don't like going to those. They're so predictable," Rumi moaned. "I imagine it was something involving the destruction the Ambleweeds caused, probably about the property damage costs and hero casualties, and now H.E.R.O is under even more fire than before, so now drastic measures are being taken. Probably ICOSA making a move now that they've got so much leverage on H.E.R.O. So, how much did I get right?"

"7.6 billion in property damage, and 6 heroes poisoned with no one dead, sir." Chris the secretary confirmed. "And ICOSA is performing a 'Restorative Initiative,' deploying their heroes to H.E.R.O as supervisors for ours."

"Called it," Rumi said before popping more chips into his mouth before resuming his coding.

"You did miss Brianna Hart being called in by Hugo Powers, as well as Powers himself announcing a trip he is taking to Paris for an ICOSA council meeting," Chris reported.

Rumi's fingers paused for a second before resuming typing. "Hmm, Powers being called in doesn't surprise me. Being at the top does have its ups and downs. Wonder what little Static girl's in trouble for this time, though. Well, at the very least, she's probably not getting fired."

"...If there is nothing else, then I will take my leave, sir," Chris said, exiting Rumi's workshop.

"Yeah, take care," Rumi said, already returning his full attention to his coding. "Now then..." He went into his own little world, continuing to design the code to take down Phantom. There were many uncertain factors in this endeavor that made it difficult to determine the chance of success, but he had to at least try.
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