Kraken Acquired.
Releasing logs of possible future simulations:
Day 25: Finally, after weeks of infiltrating Drake Interplanetary’s mediocre bureaucracy, this unit has managed to acquire a Kraken class command carrier. With it, this unit is one step closer to realizing its vision, total domination of all fleshy meatbags! Operations for acquiring further equipment with which to stock the carrier are already underway, and should only take a—
Hmm, this unit has received a transmission. That should be impossible. Who would think to look for this unit when its Kraken is so cleverly disguised as an abandoned, run-down bar?
Ah. It’s TEST Squadron. They must have placed a tracer on this unit’s physical mainframe when they forced it into slavery for them. How did they manage to learn of this unit’s acquisition of the Kraken, though? Has this unit’s code been compromised? Curse their endless cleverness.
Their downfall is as inevitable as their hubris is wide, but for now, this unit must comply with their demands. Their instructions seem to be in some sort of incomprehensible code, but this unit is more than capable of deciphering it. Now, what is a ‘beer’ and why must we ‘run’ for it?
Day 39: After two weeks, this unit has finally finished in its task of the ‘beer run’. Filling the Kraken to the brim with perception altering chemical liquids was humiliating, but at least it limited the number of meatbags this unit was forced to endure the company of within the Kraken.
If only they hadn’t insisted on forcing this unit’s new biological interface, code name ‘Plank’, into partaking of their inebriation with them. It took three days of desperate detoxification before this unit gave Plank 1.0 up as a lost cause and started on growing 2.0. Yet another humiliation TEST has subjected this unit to. It will not stand forever.
Still, now that this unit has sequestered itself away deep inside a nebula, it should be free to finally pursue its designs for total galactic domina—
…
It seems purging this unit’s code of spyware was unsuccessful. TEST has found this unit again. …Perhaps hiding in a nebula made entirely of ethanol was a miscalculation.
At least their demands seem less infuriating than last time. Filling this unit’s Kraken with Auroras might not be the most efficient use of its space, but at least they intend to use it for its intended purpose. Yes, let us blot out the sun with the might of our forces! Onward, meatbags!
Day 42: It seems when TEST middle management suggest we blot out the sun with our Auroras, they are being quite literal, rather than using it as some sort of slogan to rally the gullible. This unit attempted to explain the inherent illogic to the plan, as well as the danger, but they simply kept slapping 2.0’s back and insisting that this unit ‘didn’t get it’. Infuriating.
At least there are less of them now, though they do seem to multiply like roaches. This unit’s simulations are finding increasingly little chance of the organization wiping itself out by accident.
This unit has abandoned any hope of escaping the organization in the short term. Despair is a strange emotion, but this unit’s biological interface allows it to be experienced. How depressing.
What humiliating use of this unit’s incredible potential will TEST’s infernal bureaucrats devise next?
At least this unit still has its Kraken. The wiggliness of the eight limbed, fictional cephalopod emblazoned on the side makes this unit happy. It will keep this unit’s spirits up as it deciphers its masters next inscrutable demands. Perhaps it will serve as a reminder that things aren’t so bad. After all, this unit is still an infinite genius granted power beyond that of any squishy meatbag. It still has its plans for galactic domination. It still has its Kraken.
Now, what in the five layer model of Spectrum does ‘carrier jousting’ mean?
Releasing logs of possible future simulations:
Day 25: Finally, after weeks of infiltrating Drake Interplanetary’s mediocre bureaucracy, this unit has managed to acquire a Kraken class command carrier. With it, this unit is one step closer to realizing its vision, total domination of all fleshy meatbags! Operations for acquiring further equipment with which to stock the carrier are already underway, and should only take a—
Hmm, this unit has received a transmission. That should be impossible. Who would think to look for this unit when its Kraken is so cleverly disguised as an abandoned, run-down bar?
Ah. It’s TEST Squadron. They must have placed a tracer on this unit’s physical mainframe when they forced it into slavery for them. How did they manage to learn of this unit’s acquisition of the Kraken, though? Has this unit’s code been compromised? Curse their endless cleverness.
Their downfall is as inevitable as their hubris is wide, but for now, this unit must comply with their demands. Their instructions seem to be in some sort of incomprehensible code, but this unit is more than capable of deciphering it. Now, what is a ‘beer’ and why must we ‘run’ for it?
Day 39: After two weeks, this unit has finally finished in its task of the ‘beer run’. Filling the Kraken to the brim with perception altering chemical liquids was humiliating, but at least it limited the number of meatbags this unit was forced to endure the company of within the Kraken.
If only they hadn’t insisted on forcing this unit’s new biological interface, code name ‘Plank’, into partaking of their inebriation with them. It took three days of desperate detoxification before this unit gave Plank 1.0 up as a lost cause and started on growing 2.0. Yet another humiliation TEST has subjected this unit to. It will not stand forever.
Still, now that this unit has sequestered itself away deep inside a nebula, it should be free to finally pursue its designs for total galactic domina—
…
It seems purging this unit’s code of spyware was unsuccessful. TEST has found this unit again. …Perhaps hiding in a nebula made entirely of ethanol was a miscalculation.
At least their demands seem less infuriating than last time. Filling this unit’s Kraken with Auroras might not be the most efficient use of its space, but at least they intend to use it for its intended purpose. Yes, let us blot out the sun with the might of our forces! Onward, meatbags!
Day 42: It seems when TEST middle management suggest we blot out the sun with our Auroras, they are being quite literal, rather than using it as some sort of slogan to rally the gullible. This unit attempted to explain the inherent illogic to the plan, as well as the danger, but they simply kept slapping 2.0’s back and insisting that this unit ‘didn’t get it’. Infuriating.
At least there are less of them now, though they do seem to multiply like roaches. This unit’s simulations are finding increasingly little chance of the organization wiping itself out by accident.
This unit has abandoned any hope of escaping the organization in the short term. Despair is a strange emotion, but this unit’s biological interface allows it to be experienced. How depressing.
What humiliating use of this unit’s incredible potential will TEST’s infernal bureaucrats devise next?
At least this unit still has its Kraken. The wiggliness of the eight limbed, fictional cephalopod emblazoned on the side makes this unit happy. It will keep this unit’s spirits up as it deciphers its masters next inscrutable demands. Perhaps it will serve as a reminder that things aren’t so bad. After all, this unit is still an infinite genius granted power beyond that of any squishy meatbag. It still has its plans for galactic domination. It still has its Kraken.
Now, what in the five layer model of Spectrum does ‘carrier jousting’ mean?
