Final Trial

[cartesio]

Final Trial

It takes a few minutes after everyone talks with the generic mannequin. The easygoing conversation, the bragging from Gant, Keith's exasperation, it all stops when a very heavy and ominous presence fills the room.

"I think it's about time this circus stopped"

It's the Sergeant. He's standing on the doorway, arms crossed. The shadows on his face wriggle, he seems to be rather furious, but is restraining himself from lashing out

"I should have guessed you bunch would take advantage of all that noise and ruckus to sneak in here. I was careless, I admit. 'Oh, this is over in like four hours, it will be okay if I step away to deal with that'. Careless."

Slowly the Sergeant enters the workshop. Behind him, the door slowly disappears, fading away, until where the door was now there's only a smooth wall. The Sergeant raises an arm, the entire room shakes.

All the mannequins fly up to the ceiling, the one that was now Damon Gant turned back into the empty husk the mannequin was before. The one with a t-pose has the same fate. Once all the mannequins are up on the ceiling, the operation tables are uprooted, bolts and screws flying around. The tables are twisted in the air, formed into knots, disassembled and assembled all over again, until several rustic podiums are formed and deposited on the ground.

Seven podiums, with him at the center. The Sergeant crosses his arms and speaks:

"Get on those spots. Tell me... ...how much do you know?"

Is it a rhetorical question? Who knows. You still have to answer, though

Comments

[pecker]

... [huh.] Well now, you had more of an identity than you let on.

[she didn't even talk to him initially though so she's just gonna focus on these programs ok.

What does edit directives do. The rest seem straightforward.]

[sergeiant]

[On the screen, the option is entered:

>EDIT DIRECTIVES

Looks like it allows you to edit a few things. Among the few things that are untouched, there's something that seems to define what task needs to be completed to earn a medal.

There's space to input a new task. Think wisely, everyone]

[quickpersuader]

...Do you think something like "Exist" would be enough?

[How much broader can you get.]

[pecker]

Eh, we already have medals, so we can let them figure that out.

[She moves on to Move Minds. Presumably this is where her body transfer idea was going.]

[sergeiant]

[>MOVE MINDS.

There's all kinds of options. Control powers and abilities, erase minds, move them to the waiting plane of the simulation, move them out of the simulation, bring more...

All kind of options.

Clicking through it will show that, although this would allow anyone with a medal to leave, there's a warning about how much the minds would be corrupted. What's more: it seems that part is something only the Sergeant can control]

[pecker]

[ Well then, obvious first question: Is his mind in here. :) ]

[sergeiant]

[It seems it isn't. Sarge's existence seems to be directly integrated to the simulation]

[pecker]

[Boo, they can't do this the easy way then. Well whatever, time to give herself some powers and abilities!! Because she wasn't lying about her priorities.]

[sergeiant]

[Feel free to set that up, Niwa! You'll receive them once you exit the simulation]

[pecker]

[hecking sweet. Is it limited to stuff other people have or is there a longer shopping list here?]

[marmoron]

[/Squinting cuz she's looking awfully busy with that PDA.]

What're you typing in there.

[pecker]

[She looks over and smiles.]

Oh, not much. I'm just testing the capabilities of this mind transfer stuff on something small.

[robitussin]

...Being brought to this simulation could work, too, if it won't accept something so broad.

[quickpersuader]

Oh, that's a pretty good one.

[clearities]

. . . maybe? What does everyone else think?

[marmoron]

If not, something more specific like 'raise your hand.'

[protectandselfserve]

Maybe we could start with "raise your hand" for us, and then edit it to "die?"

[marmoron]

...

That's not a bad idea.

[He sounds vaguely puzzled by this?? Damon is this really you.]

There's no restriction on how many times a directive can be altered, right?

[sergeiant]

No restriction.

[Looks like Sarge is letting you guys do this by yourselves]

[marmoron]

Any restrictions on what kinds of directives are acceptable?

[sergeiant]

Anything that doesn't contradict anything that exists already.

[You heard deadland say the current directives, Keith! Other than that, go ahead]

[protectandselfserve]

I have good ideas most of the time, you know.

[marmoron]

Alright. Well you have the admin rights.

Type that in.

[protectandselfserve]

Well, alright, let's see, now...

[he types RAISE YOUR RIGHT HAND under the new task!]

Everyone ready to get your medals?

[robitussin]

Let's go for it.

[She says, raising her right hand.]