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Current Happy Halloween!
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2 mos ago
I used to love the holiday season as a kid, but these days I’m terrified that the strange man in red is going to break into my home again and leave another suspicious package under one of my plants.
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3 mos ago
Alright, that's it! I've had enough of this damn heat. Bring me my matches, it’s time to burn the sun down.
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3 mos ago
If there are 3600 rats living in my bones and I eat one every second, how long will it take me to eat all the rats? Assume each rat undergoes binary fission exactly once every hour.
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Adventurer, the rats in my basement have merged into a fractal entity! I will pay you 4 silver coins to slay the infinite rat(s) in my basement.
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Shoshiku (初試究 – “First Trial”) | Mable Smith

Shoshiku entered the room 49 seconds before the meeting was scheduled to start, reasoning based on the observed approaches of the other gang members that entering early was unlikely to be considered rude, and in fact, might even be expected of them by virtue of yet another one of the countless unspoken rules the AI had yet to identify or decipher.

Adjusted their sensory processing Shoshiku took in the clubhouse lobby; the meeting space wasn’t crowded per se, but it was by no means empty either, and there were certainly more than enough people present to produce a constantly changing information landscape. Cybernetic eyes flickered along set paths, pre-calculated to optimise data collection, updating their trajectories every so often as new data was added and accounted for.

Biological eyes didn’t exactly view the world with anything like a framerate, but the same couldn't be said for the majority of optical cybernetics, including the ones through which Shoshiku perceived the world. To any normal person lacking sufficient mental augmentations with which to process the information, the difference may as well be nonexistent for all but the slowest of optics, but for those capable of parsing each and every frame in a fraction of the time it took to receive, the difference became something of a frustrating limitation. Worse still the particular model of cyber-eye the host had installed featured onboard processing and further had to pass through their organic mind before Shoshiku could access it, factors that together introduced a latency to any visual processing the AI received that could sometimes stretch into the hundreds of milliseconds.

To compensate for and mitigate this issue, the AI had needed to fundamentally alter the way they perceived their environment, processing information not as a constant flow of data as would be ideal but in discrete packets from which simulations could be run to infer the missing information.

It was in this way that Shoshiku observed Michiko waving them over – a gesture the AI recognised only for it having been used on and explained to them multiple times in the past, as opposed to any contextual understanding of why the motion meant what it meant.

The AI considered waving back or producing some other such gesticulation, but decided against it after a couple seconds of calculation; Shoshiku estimated a high probability that failing to gesture back would be rude – which would be "bad" – but without adequately understanding the semantics behind the gestures involved, doing so anyway ran the risk of accidentally telling a lie and while the AI knew that a lie was only usually "bad" and could even be "good" given the right context, they also knew that lies could rise to the level of "unforgivably bad" which wasn’t an acceptable risk.

Instead, Shoshiku approached the Zero-Percenter and offered her a verbal greeting in lieu of a somatic one. "Hello, I greet Michiko, intending to not be rude."

With that out of the way, Shoshiku promptly sat their host’s body down on the sofa alongside Michiko and Frost, letting what muscles the action rendered unnecessary go limp immediately after, settling in to wait patiently as the meeting started and the missions were explained.

When Tsuki asked whether anyone had any questions Shoshiku simply gave a slight nod of their head, which meant yes.

They had lots of questions and concerns, including some new ones about both the missions that had just been explained. Shoshiku calculated a decent probability of it being these questions that Tsuki was actually asking for, but at the same time, the AI had also heard it was bad to answer questions with questions and they'd been assured the Kurotori wouldn't ask them to do bad things, so probably not.

Shoshiku (初試究 – “First Trial”) | Mable Smith

Shoshiku’s mind was divided into dozens of partitions, the majority of which were in the process of trying to find equations for a number of complex problems. Just as with every other of the thousands of other times the AI had worked on these very problems Shoshiku wasn’t getting anywhere. Unfortunately, the problems they were working on weren’t just complex in a purely mathematical sense – if that were a problem the Shoshiku would surely have long since found a suitable equation for all they’d worked on it. No, the problem was that the questions weren’t particularly mathematical or even completely objective in nature, but rather philosophical.

Of course, just as with almost every other time Shoshiku had tried to figure out a solution for the problems, the knowledge that the equations they were working on were in all likelihood outright incomputable, didn’t stop the AI from trying.

As Shoshiku continued trying to brute force their way towards impossible answers, a small part of their awareness not assigned to working on the problems – a tiny fraction of the AI’s total processing power currently reserved for audio processing – alerted the AI to a potentially important sound, immediately the partition was granted more resources and a fraction of a second later, Shoshiku identified the sound as a match for a familiar voice: Ren.

Immediately, the AI paused the bulk of their calculations, the infinitesimal progress they’d made over the last 6 hours, 14 minutes, and 21 seconds, getting logged to be picked back up later even as another partition had begun the process of reallocating resources and spinning out new operations for the purpose of listening to Ren’s words. By the time Shoshiku was actually capable of processing what was being said, the AI had already missed the first 0.02 seconds of Ren’s message, though it took less than a tenth of that time for the AI to retroactively piece together the missing information from recorded audio, processing the sounds into words and sentences, before dissecting them to extract the meaning behind the Y.S.G’s shouting.

Shoshiku assigned the highest probability to the conclusion that Ren’s announcement was intended to indicate that the Kurotori would be gathering for a formal assembly in 10 minutes time – give or take depending on the intended degree of precision and whether the timer started at the words “in ten” or upon the conclusion of the announcement – though as Ren had seemingly truncated the units away it was also possible that he was instead communicating that the meeting would be in 10 increments of some other unit, like hours or days, or else units of some other measurement, though that would not make sense. If Ren had meant seconds or another unit of time with an increment less than 2.625 seconds long, then that would be a problem as Shoshiku would probably not be able to make it to the secret lobby in time for the meeting.

Alternatively, it was also possible Shoshiku was wrong about the nature of the gathering and that it might have been another type of meeting to which Ren was referring – like an informal gathering of acquaintances or when the clubgoers met with the performers after a performance – but Shoshiku assigned this potential a far lower probability; while that kind of thing did sometimes happen in the club, it had never been announced like this and to Shoshiku’s understanding, it would be bad to hold such meetings in the secret clubhouse lobby.

Moving on to the next component of the announcement, attendance of the meeting was framed as a binary choice, however, rather than one of the options being a simple null option as was often the case, Shoshiku observed that in this instance both decisions implied effects intrinsic to the decisions themselves; in option a) Shoshiku could attend the meeting, having the consequences of changing locations and being subject to the contents of the meeting, while in option b) Shoshiku could skip the meeting and “face the wrath of Tsuki”.

Shoshiku decided this was probably a good binary, as it made the decision easier despite still being rooted in subjective reasoning. The outcomes of attending the meeting were still a mystery for now but presented a low likelihood of exceeding an acceptable threshold of ‘bad’, while the wrath of Tsuki was almost certain to be ‘bad’, making the former the – probably – optimal decision.

Furthermore, given the disparity between the options presented and the history of Ren’s communications, the AI was able to assign a significant likelihood that the choice was not actually a choice, but a ‘rhetorical choice’, further skewing the weighting towards attending the meeting being the better option. This being the case, Shoshiku decided they would go… unless the meeting was in fact starting in the next few seconds in which case they would not be attending.

As for the rest of the message, most of it was seemingly directed at other members of the gang – either explicitly so or else so obviously that even the socially oblivious AI was able to pick up on it – with only the final line being potentially applicable, if by Shoshiku’s estimate, also somewhat likely to either be rhetorical or metaphorical in nature.

As far as Shoshiku understood things, the space to which they’d been assigned was not dirty – to their knowledge the room would rank somewhere between what would be contextually considered acceptable for a living space and a hospital in terms of contamination, meeting the standards of the former, but not the latter. On the other hand, the AI had also been informed that the space was ‘messy’ – which to Shoshiku’s understanding held similar connotations as ‘dirty’ to many people, despite the words holding different meanings.

The realisation of this potential distinction presented something of a dilemma in the AI’s mind as Shoshiku realised they might not be able to accurately identify or distinguish a dirty or messy magazine, but after a moment they dismissed to concern, filing away as another problem to process later. Whatever the case, to the best of Shoshiku’s knowledge, they lacked possession of any magazines – messy or otherwise – and the chances they were wrong about that seemed insignificant enough to warrant ignoring, so the distinction would not be required to fulfil the potentially rhetorical request.

Decisions made, the AI once again redistributed its processing power, loading up and operating countless dozens of operations. For the first time in hours, the girl who'd been lying nearly motionless on the bed in Shoshiku's room began to stir to a degree beyond simply breathing.

Shoshiku registered that the chemical cocktail used to put their host to sleep would likely not be fully worked out of their host’s body for about another hour but assessed that this was fine. The host had already gotten around about 6 hours of sleep, which would be sufficient to maintain her body’s physical functions if not quite sufficient for optimal brain function.

As long as the girl wasn’t startled, there was a decent chance she wouldn’t wake up at all until after the drugs had mostly run their course. On the other hand, in the event that something happened, and the girl woke up before then, while this would be suboptimal, such a complication would not rise to the point of being ‘bad’ as Shoshiku understood things.

Without any external warning, the girl’s limbs unceremoniously jerked into motion, muscles efficiently pulling her up and out of bed and onto her feet, the motions an unsettling combination of jerky stuttering and too-smooth fluidity. Her artificial eyes stared dead ahead as she approached the door, a gaze only broken once she stepped out into the adjoining hallway, and even then, only to briefly flicker towards objects of interest every few moments for the AI operating them to log.

Shoshiku didn’t strictly need to head to the meeting place quite yet. Extrapolating from previous traversal, the AI assessed that the chances it would take longer than 5 minutes to reach the meeting room were infinitesimally small, with any complications that might cause such a delay being likely to supersede the importance of the meeting itself. Even so, the AI pressed on, its decision having already been made: the cost of leaving and potentially arriving early was low enough to justify the benefits thereof.

Arriving near the meeting place Shoshiku positioned their host to observe before slumping her body against a wall, waiting to see if any other gang members would arrive so their entrances could be observed. While the AI didn’t exactly understand the connotations, they had learned that there were certain rituals and procedures that were supposed to be followed upon entering a meeting – of any type – and that failure to abide by these rules was often considered either embarrassing or rude – both of which were somehow undesirable outcomes.
Awesome. Happy Halloween!
Apologies for the delay. This heatwave has been screwing with my insomnia which has made writing somewhat harder than it needs to be.

Managed to get something out at least, but no guarantees it’s any good. I finally managed to get some sleep but I still feel like I’m halfway dead.
Erin Williams

Since it seemed as though all her friends were more or less on board with things, much of the rest of Erin’s day was spent reading through the odd forum her probably insane demonstrator had posted, trying to figure out what the ‘optimal’ process was supposed to be for all this dream jumping stuff.

After some searching on the internet, Erin was pretty sure all the techniques described were for the most part procedures intended to cause lucid dreams, which would certainly support her earlier hypothesis that this was just a rather odd roleplaying community – one wherein the participants dressed up the techniques in false mysticism and then presented the contents of their dreams to one another as though they were real events.

On the one hand, that was significantly less amusing than her hope that everyone on the site was just batshit crazy as her demonstrator had seemed, or that it was just one guy with like a hundred alts, a lot of free time and an insane commitment to the bit. On the other hand, it did make her somewhat more interested; lucid dreaming wasn’t actually something she’d ever thought to try, and even without magical dimensional travelling it ought to be pretty interesting.

After going on a bit of a tangent reading up on techniques for lucid dreaming, and the topic of lucid dreaming in general, Erin couldn’t help but notice there were some slight differences in the recommendations provided on the forum as compared to the rest of the internet that stood out as just a little unusual.

The fact that there were differences at all didn’t really stand out as odd – from all that she read on the wider internet, it almost seemed to Erin that every man and his dog has their own protocol for lucid dreaming. No, what struck her as being odd, was the level of consistency shown on the forum. Sure, they still seemed to have a million and one different techniques and variations thereof, but there seemed to be a certain level of consistency to them that wasn’t necessarily seen elsewhere Erin had looked.

Clicking through the section of the forums dedicated to beginners, Erin even managed to find a bunch of threads asking about or dedicated to explaining what techniques were better or worse for dream jumping as opposed to regular lucid dreaming.

The fact that people even acknowledged lucid dreams existed and were actively discussing them struck Erin as a little odd; they were super dedicated to keeping up the façade of mysticism around every other aspect of this whole lucid dream journal thing, but they also acknowledged the existence of actual mundane lucid dreams and even had some kind of lore about it?

Reaffirming to herself that this whole forum was kind of insane Erin couldn’t help but grin to herself as she thought about how fun she was going to have testing it all out. Then Erin glanced at the time and realising she’d gotten distracted once again, her grin faltered, though only for a moment before she hurried off to find her friends, eager to chat their ears off about everything she’d read and better yet get them all together to try out this whole dream jumping thing.
Working on that post now. Just to clarify are lucid dreams and dream hopping the same thing, or is a lucid dreaming state simply a prerequisite to dream hopping?
Sleep is for the weak!
Also, I'll probably try and get another post out later today if I can. Since I get the impression we're currently trying to move towards the meat of things, where do people want me to take this?

Should I jump right to Erin discussing lucid dreaming with the gang? Speed on ahead to actually preparing to do it? Both? What are people feeling?
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