Broken hunger
To prepare the nearby machines you have to reprogram the holo computer.
Thankfully, all tribes use systems based on the old empire tech so you won't have any issues with it. You have been trained to do this. You trying to cheer yourself.
You walk and finally, you can check out the holographic computer, From afar, everything seems correct, the typical tech all Tribes have a cheap low version of the junk our ancestors savage from the ruins of The Fallen empire of Earth. But there is nothing ordinary in the machine you are looking at.
It is built of a strange material, it is clearly ancient but translucid.
You get even closer and the entire machine comes to live and end switch on millions of photons and nanoparticles crossing through the entire machine at speed of light as if were and a myriad of billions of torch bugs just flying around
You just put a hand nearby the scanner and jump swearing
A perfectly smooth and realistic virtual 3d environment appears. Something far beyond that anything else you have put your eyes on.
Something Green thriving on the dirt.
Plants you scream There have been none in the last 3,000 years as The old Empire wipe out all life in The Galaxy.
You felt the impulse of touching it, feel something alive and well, but your hand goes through them as an illusion. As they really are a fucking hologram.
However, that is not the most important part. You have studied extensively computational science, and nothing in the last 3,000 can replicate, or make work this technology
In fact, we are so behind in development compared with the ancients that we don't even know from what materials that alloy is made of. A total enigma, as well it is an Enigma where in hell you are right now.
It can be in The Mufasa. That is clear as balls. But this is not something an Octopus ship could have either.
You look around each second more convinced that whatever you are right now. It has to be an ancient ship.
"That or I am dead or comatose, and this a dream" but you feel static, hear the small noises of the life support and smell the iron of your dry blood mixed with bleach and medicine. This can't be a dream.
For a while, you wandering around but finally, remember your plan of gaining the nearby robots to your cause. And that feels more important now, that they are ancient robots in working order. That's huge for science and for Feline war effort.
You start tweaking the habitual commands and all feel easier as the computer has a help command.
Sadly, most of the database has been completely erased from the machine a few days ago. Fishy as hell.
However, the control unit from the medical ward is online.
Your use, like any other computer scientist, your integrated nanowire, As a form of connecting your brain with the old computer, using the human brain as decipher. That is the only way nowadays to hack or change a computer program configuration.
You are inside the computer, but nothing is like it should. Normally, you see in your mind the code in black and white and you make the mathematical operations as if you were doing it on paper.
But that's not the case here, you see all in 3 dimensions and in color. Surreal. There is no code nor mathematics, only shapes and figures moving in the eternal void.
You focus trying to give some logic to the bizarre world you are now into. Suddenly a small creature avatar appears floating around. You don't know exactly what is it, It reminds you of those ancient records of an animal called Cow but this is different from any other cow. It has 4 big bewbs and something big that you doubt very much is using for milking.
"My name is Bovine, Master I am the Ship Virtual help for all your needs"
Something is certainly crazy and creepy about the animal. It doesn't move like a cow in the archives it walks like a human and has red stilettos. You could guess that it is something like the cartoons you have watched as a kid. when you waited all week long to that hour where you could forget all that militia training camp your parents forced to assist.
"Bovine," you say confused about this bizarre situation, nothing is like it should and the lack of floors or any limit is making everything goes blurry and your stomach is starting to regret the fact you have breakfast.
"I want... to take control of the robots nearby. If possible"
"I was created to please the Masters. The robots willfully obey your voice commands, Master"
You feel an urge to vomit as an imaginary sweat covering your ghostly body.
I WANT to BE OUT You scream out of your mind.
Thankfully, all tribes use systems based on the old empire tech so you won't have any issues with it. You have been trained to do this. You trying to cheer yourself.
You walk and finally, you can check out the holographic computer, From afar, everything seems correct, the typical tech all Tribes have a cheap low version of the junk our ancestors savage from the ruins of The Fallen empire of Earth. But there is nothing ordinary in the machine you are looking at.
It is built of a strange material, it is clearly ancient but translucid.
You get even closer and the entire machine comes to live and end switch on millions of photons and nanoparticles crossing through the entire machine at speed of light as if were and a myriad of billions of torch bugs just flying around
You just put a hand nearby the scanner and jump swearing
A perfectly smooth and realistic virtual 3d environment appears. Something far beyond that anything else you have put your eyes on.
Something Green thriving on the dirt.
Plants you scream There have been none in the last 3,000 years as The old Empire wipe out all life in The Galaxy.
You felt the impulse of touching it, feel something alive and well, but your hand goes through them as an illusion. As they really are a fucking hologram.
However, that is not the most important part. You have studied extensively computational science, and nothing in the last 3,000 can replicate, or make work this technology
In fact, we are so behind in development compared with the ancients that we don't even know from what materials that alloy is made of. A total enigma, as well it is an Enigma where in hell you are right now.
It can be in The Mufasa. That is clear as balls. But this is not something an Octopus ship could have either.
You look around each second more convinced that whatever you are right now. It has to be an ancient ship.
"That or I am dead or comatose, and this a dream" but you feel static, hear the small noises of the life support and smell the iron of your dry blood mixed with bleach and medicine. This can't be a dream.
For a while, you wandering around but finally, remember your plan of gaining the nearby robots to your cause. And that feels more important now, that they are ancient robots in working order. That's huge for science and for Feline war effort.
You start tweaking the habitual commands and all feel easier as the computer has a help command.
Sadly, most of the database has been completely erased from the machine a few days ago. Fishy as hell.
However, the control unit from the medical ward is online.
Your use, like any other computer scientist, your integrated nanowire, As a form of connecting your brain with the old computer, using the human brain as decipher. That is the only way nowadays to hack or change a computer program configuration.
You are inside the computer, but nothing is like it should. Normally, you see in your mind the code in black and white and you make the mathematical operations as if you were doing it on paper.
But that's not the case here, you see all in 3 dimensions and in color. Surreal. There is no code nor mathematics, only shapes and figures moving in the eternal void.
You focus trying to give some logic to the bizarre world you are now into. Suddenly a small creature avatar appears floating around. You don't know exactly what is it, It reminds you of those ancient records of an animal called Cow but this is different from any other cow. It has 4 big bewbs and something big that you doubt very much is using for milking.
"My name is Bovine, Master I am the Ship Virtual help for all your needs"
Something is certainly crazy and creepy about the animal. It doesn't move like a cow in the archives it walks like a human and has red stilettos. You could guess that it is something like the cartoons you have watched as a kid. when you waited all week long to that hour where you could forget all that militia training camp your parents forced to assist.
"Bovine," you say confused about this bizarre situation, nothing is like it should and the lack of floors or any limit is making everything goes blurry and your stomach is starting to regret the fact you have breakfast.
"I want... to take control of the robots nearby. If possible"
"I was created to please the Masters. The robots willfully obey your voice commands, Master"
You feel an urge to vomit as an imaginary sweat covering your ghostly body.
I WANT to BE OUT You scream out of your mind.