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.» Currently living in New Haven, Terrehlar; struggling to find their place in it all. News Article.
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I am quickly becoming restless to launch the Saundarya. Remaining on Tyton leaves me feeling... Stagnant. Restless.
My Father is bringing his campaign here, soon. And I do not wish to be here for it. ...Of course I will, for Jeslyn's sake. Although I trust he is more than capable of taking that man down a peg; I should like to see his face when he does.04/20 »---
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Preparations are underway for Part Two of the Gemini Operation.
Kaelee revealed that while held by the Lux, they injected her with DNA stabilizers. I could not find any remnants in her system, but it does seem to have temporarily delayed her physical symptoms. Still, these stabilizers will not reverse the damage that has already been done.
Marc is now showing signs of mental destabilization. He has agreed to allow me to operate and attempt to halt the progression with cybernetic means, before his memories are lost forever.
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Time is running out.02/27 »---
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Hey Cecille, so I'm on my way with Quinne and Jacob to speak to a guy about that job opportunity I told you about. I'll tell you all about it when it's over. I honestly can't wait to come home and give you a BIG HUG here in a few days. :hugging: Miss you!
KAELEE 02/27
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GADHAVI 02/27
Hello.
GADHAVI 02/27
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I did not answer her. Because she sent me inane messages... Almost every day. I was so used to them by then. Why didn't I answer her?
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I expected her kidnapper to taunt me. To feel something...02/18 »---
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The Gemini Operation went off with... Largely no 'hitches'. If the company is smart, they won't risk publicizing their data-breach just to show Jaheira's face.
I understand my "thrill-seeking behaviour" may have cut that a bit close. ...But it was a bit of fun to plan this. Unfortunately we did not gain quite the information we were looking for... But we know where we are headed from here.
Oh dear, what's this, I've jumped from... debauched surgeon, towar criminal, to mutineer, and now rather quickly to intragalactic pirate?02/14 »» XX19 -- Previous Year---
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{Visibly working on a small slender object, resembling a pen.}
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I feel... Atrocious. The product of too many projects and my own hubris, I will confess. My head is pounding, oh... A lack of proper rest, food and adequate hydration. I am nursing quite the migraine.
But I have to finish Alita's latest round of debugging. I have to finalize blueprints. I had planned to meet with Zeta today to assemble an independent power-cell... But I have never been so adamant not to leave the comforting confines of bed. I am afraid if I were to get up, this nausea may get the best of me.
I admit I am not so young, anymore.
06/11 »» M̴̨͚̭͖͘ͅi̸̡̧̢̼̿ͅS̷̘͂̓S̷̘̬̈i̵͉͚͇̲̹̅̌͋́ñ̴͕̭̮̻g̵͔͆͐̑̾͘ ̴̡̙̲͍̈́̓͂͑ï̷̛̞͇ṋ̵̢̭̪̬̐͂͌̎̽ ̸̰̝̰̩̗͗̈́Ḁ̴̜̞̎͆c̵̡͓̭̅͗̂͛̚t̷̢͔̱̪̯͑̄̂i̵̧̠̙͊́̏͘o̷̡͉͔̔̅N̷̨̙̖̣͐̊́ͅ.̶̻͍̹̩̊̌̿̈͊; clinic is closed until further notice. News Article.---
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I believed he would carry out his words.
I understand Kaelee's importance to the group I've become accustomed to. I saw how they crumbled when they thought her dead, and I would not let it happen again.
"It is easy to justify killing, easier than we think."
I do not regret my actions.
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This is it. A mutiny, hm...! To think--this is neither my first. Nor my second, if I think about it. Goodness, I have quite the poor track-record with starships.
I don't have to share a room to feel the tensions on either side. ...I am not so naive as to think everyone will be making it out of this alive. ...Despite what I am about to do, I have become fond of them.
Ah, well...
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So much in so little time... What an intricate web this is turning out to be. I did not expect this many players, to be honest. Despite unforeseen twists, I feel too many things are working out in my favour.
It's making me paranoid.
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Ara.
I wish we could share this. I suppose I am... An unexpected face. Reaching you was easier than I expected.
But... I don't know what my next move is. I was not expecting... Him.
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...Oh. This project of yours...
Goodness me, you have gone quite mad with old age, my friend. I do so look forward to this collaboration. Why didn't we do this sooner, Gregory? ...Well, I suppose you needed that little... Push.
I am eager to begin.
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I am not one to waver, but recent conversations have left me apprehensive. I dislike the feeling. But there's no going back. I am not so foolhardy to think I can make a difference solely on my own, nor are my motives entirely altruistic...
Perhaps I believe I can still do good. I have struggled most of my life with being a broken person.
I hope this isn't goodbye.
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Ara's... disappearance led to Rho-12. Some calls made brought up some interesting information; unfortunately the lead went nowhere.
...But I may have--ahem, 'alerted' the proper authorities to the flimsy shell of a company that is--or was 獬豸/Xiezhi. I don't know if anything fruitful will have come of it... It was perhaps more petty of me than productive.12/28 »» Returned from a trip with Argema.---
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My laboratory has certainly become quite crowded over the past week. I admit although the noise is getting to me, the atmosphere brings a certain amount of nostalgia.
It reminds me of a different time. I used to manage a proper medical bay, once. It feels like another life, but it wasn't so long ago.
12/22 »» Arrived on-scene after the Bake Sale Massacre.---
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12/04 »» Attended the Copernick Brigade Charity Ball and---
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Poor girl. Always running after people you shouldn't--I'm surprised this hadn't happened sooner.
You were already living on borrowed time.
picked a fight withsaw an old friend.
12/03 »» Received a secretive delivery from Argema.---
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Well, that was... an event.
Champagne?
10/20 »» Detoured through space aboard the Vata Dosha with Argema.---
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My delivery has arrived, and now there's work to be done. How exciting.
Happy Mittonbur, Argema.
10/13 »---
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Trust doesn't come easy to me. I suppose that's a good thing given my current circle. And the decision was a bit split-second, I'll admit; Maybe it was sleep deprivation.
The consequences have never bothered me, but if this goes sideways I won't get answers, and that does.
And maybe I hoped if I traded a secret, I'd get one in turn. I'm sure Argema has a glut of them. But I find the android's company most agreeable.
10/12 »---
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And, of course, just as things are becoming more complicated a crazed android tries to shoot himself in my clinic. And that wasn't even the end of it.
And now I'm several star-systems away and absolutely exhausted. And the night isn't over yet.
Joy.10/01 »» Made a side-trip to Everlasting Rest and Nikrusis.---
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I can't believe I am actually considering this little venture. But if there is anyone that can get me to my answers, I think it may be Argema.*
Isaac never put much stock in mysteries.*
09/30 »---
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I've returned from my little side-trip with my answers. But more questions than I'd like. How far does this rabbit-hole go?
Does it even matter? I've solved my mystery. But...
『 ✑ Continue Log 』
» On Tuphon. Clinic has re-opened on limited hours.09/18 »» Flying back to Tuphon.---
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I've so much to do, but now that I've finally made it back to my clinic... I confess, I don't know where to start.
Every... time I think I have a handle on the situation, I'm handed something new, I... oh, I need to lie down, I think.
Too much... too much caffeine, maybe. Oh dear.
09/12 »---
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Rescued by opportunistic mercenaries.
Trust in a white coat and a little bit of credit to get you out of any situation, I suppose. Everyone wants a Doctor that looks the other way...
I must be some prize.
(picked up by Zeta and Ara)09/11 »---
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Not even a third of the way back and one of the engines is malfunctioning.
Everything's ground to a halt. I'm effectively stranded.
Fantastic.09/09 »» On Terrehlar with Raymond, Argema and Vanix (dubbed The Boys Club).---
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Well, I think that went on long enough.
It's been fun. I've been given a lot to think about.
09/06 »---
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So much to do. To think, I'm likely the first to dissect a Telari! And then there's this child... this...
Hm. Curious.09/03 »---
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Oh! They've brought me a project.08/19 »» Assisted as Medical Evacuation during a rescue mission. Temporarily closed their clinic.---
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This isn't exactly what I'd call a vacation, but at least I got some reading done.
...And learned a few interesting new things about my companions.
I'm tempted to stick around a while longer. I'm sure I'm not needed elsewhere.08/18 »» Met with Kaelee and Two regarding medical records and securing Two's citizenship and a Badge.---
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Behave.
Don't make me turn this medical ship around.08/04 »» Accepted samples and performed a pathological autopsy to determine the manner of death of an unknown human male.---
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I didn't expect you to ask me to break the law so blatantly.
I'm sorry it didn't work out as you intended. You're free to use my letter. Or not.07/14 »» Provided a consultation for Kaelee on a secret... project.---
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It's an... interesting design.
But I wouldn't rush into its application just yet.╖
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I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS
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Alita: Log 1
Journal; Log: Private. Continued progress of the Alita Project, construction of a toddler-analogue android.
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The initial AI of Alita was produced using the combined SIMs of Zeta and Ara, with Ara's SIM constructed using the blackmarked Domo equipment Sunerhi so graciously allowed me to keep after Jaxamir's build. Zeta's existing SIM was much simpler to acquire, requiring only a download of his current databanks.
At just a glance, I was enamored by the way his SIM had twisted and evolved over the years; I admit I wish I had a copy of the original SIM formed during his inception in order to compare. There have not been enough studies done on how organic-SIM AIs evolve with time, or how prone they may be to data-corruption compared to their purely artificially programmed counterparts. Zeta is a prime candidate for such a study, having lived longer than most Domo Androids. What effect does this artificial immortality have on the mind? Especially originally human ones, with a life expectancy of only one sol-standard century? Is this mitigated or worsened by the transfer to an artificial substrate? What improvements can be made on the module? I think I would need someone more versed on Domo's AI SIM formation than I. Perhaps the friend Harpur described.
But I digress. Ara's SIM was more standard, having been created from a clean organic scan, albeit a likely very long-lived one, given Fayenal's life-expectancy of five sol-standard centuries. Once both SIMs were obtained, it was only a matter of wiping all existing memories and experiences. Because this is to be a toddler, language banks were left unedited.
Stripping was done manually. Although I once had a program for a similar purpose, I have no intention of using it; the trouble it has caused me in the past... I have not touched it since the fatal incident, but in its most rudimentary form, it would have served the same purpose. Either way, I am left with a simple regression. Two, rather.
My previous work on combining the SIMs of Zaye and Forgen is what gave me the initial idea of how to proceed with Alita's coding. This was all done manually as well, as there is not yet in existence a program that can complete such a task (of which I am aware; although, I suspect if Domo could fail so spectacularly in forming a SIM so as to require a second scan, perhaps they also have the means to recombine these fragments in post). If this is to become a regular occurrence, perhaps I should set aside some time to work on such a program. Stitching together two AIs is a horribly tedious task, however I think for now it requires the discerning eye of an irrational organic to process the odd sorts of patterns one is bound to encounter.
A simple AI with no base parameters except those hopes artificially provided by the parents would have proved a most boring build. I think this route is much more promising. Provided the program finishes compiling on-time, I should like to test her initial boot-up sequence tomorrow afternoon. The inquisitive and brash nature of Zeta, tempered with the level-headed decision making of Ara? This will be a most interesting child.
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Log: Qharian Transplant
Journal; Log: Private. Post-dated. Construction of a 97% conversation cyborg/Qharian biopod with chassis.
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<Redacted> marks the first attempt that I know of to supplant a Qharian cortex and central nervous system into an entirely mechanical chassis, resulting in a roughly 97.4% conversion. Subject <redacted> is no stranger to cybernetics, having already had all of his arms previously replaced, with promising results for a larger conversion such as the one I am undertaking.
The chassis was commissioned by <redacted>, an arms-for-hire I had met on only one occasion prior, wherein she worked alongside the patient. This procedure takes place after extracting the patient from incarceration at the hands of the GalFed. In essence, I aim to give the patient a new identity, allowing his old one to die in infamy.
As the patient will be downgrading from a six-armed Qharian to a two-armed ‘humanoid’ chassis, certain liberties had to be made in regards to tying up loose nerve endings on both the hardware and software sides to prevent an unwanted interference of signals. I utilized the nerve endings of his most dominant set of arms. His secondary and tertiary set were blocked of input, but not permanently inhibited lest the connections be useful in the future. He may still experience Phantom Limb Syndrome, but I don’t control his psyche; nothing therapy can’t work out, I am sure.
The chassis is built of military-grade materials including a sturdy titanium alloy. I retain none of my previous contacts through the military (naturally) and as a ‘civilian’ can no longer (legally, of course) purchase through them anyhow. Laverna’s provides a more than adequate alternative route; unfortunately when I attempted to reach out for materials through my mutual acquaintance, I found he had closed down shop and removed his hab pod, essentially leaving me high and dry. With no way to contact him... Well, I am not his caretaker. Unfortunate nonetheless.
My commissioner provided more than adequate sources for my needs in the end. I suppose eventually I will have to find a new means to access Laverna’s, however I prefer to keep my name out of most activities. I do, after all, straddle precariously a line between illegal and professional work. I suppose I have enough friends in low places that could secure me the means.
Organic Remnants
Only the remains most pertinent to his normal brain functions were kept; the choice was originally discussed on simply creating a SIM and uploading him to a fully mechanical chassis, but was vetoed on the grounds that no work survives depicting a successful Qharian transfer using Rencarn8 software. Exoskeletal beings in general are underrepresented in functioning Alpha androids; however, <redacted>’s multitude of past cybernetic surgeries show a surprising ability to adapt, and a prime candidacy for this particularly high rate of conversion.
His central cortex, brain, part of his spinal cord and relevant nerve-endings were taken and housed in a biopod I constructed for this purpose. The first I know of for Qharian. It is hooked into an artificial vascular system enriched with ethylene oxide.
Life Support Requirements
As Qharians natively breathe ethylene oxide, his chest was carefully fitted with compressed tanks in order to support what little of his vascular system that remains as well as my artificial enhancements. For redundancy there are two tanks; should one be punctured there is an automatic shutoff valve to reroute to the second tank.
A biopod was constructing to house his brain and spinal cord, allowing easy removal from his chassis should it need repairs or an upgrade in the future. It is also much less messy. This is hooked directly into the artificial ethylene oxide breathing harness.
Build and Strengths
Qharians are already an exceptionally formidable species. But his new form is relatively diminutive in stature compared to what he is used to. That said, the blend of military-grade machine alloys used to make up his form leaves him extremely resilient and lend him considerable strength—relative to an organic of his size. Suffice to say, I predict he will have no qualms with the construction of his new body, or its capabilities, which are numerous and comparable to his original assets.
Aesthetics and Amenities
Subject’s appearance was up to the whim of the commissioner, although subject himself made several suggestions after the fact and a few alterations of his own. Commissioner supplied base body image requirements and general measurements, including suggestions of facial structures and photographic references, but ultimately left the molding up to my capable vision.
Subject requested additional arms, which were denied on the bases of requiring that he conform as much as possible to ‘human’ standards to blend in and keep his previous identity unknown.
Software
Subject was heavily enhanced with cybernetics initially, but all of this was stripped away for the new body. Software was tailored to make the transition as seamless as possible, and particular care was taken in regards to addressing his downgrade in limbs.
His senses were further upgraded with AR, as well as the capacity for VR, although I doubt he will make much use of it. His AR system includes a HUD to monitor both his own vitals as well as allow limited monitoring of those around him. Wireless connections allow for GPS, and allow him to input goals, and track locations, routes, and individuals. This is furthered by expanding his range of sights to include infrared, and low light upgrades to his existing visible light range.
End Notes
Although <redacted> is complete in his current form, time will tell how this particular biopod stands up. As this article has been post-dated, I will add: Subject has already had one incident where a compression tank was punctured, endangering all in the vicinity from ethylene oxide. His original central-chest hatch proved ineffective as the foreign object was still embedded, and unable to be removed without further damaging the tanks. The shutoff valve worked correctly, but for further monitoring, part of his chassis had to be redesigned to address this oversight of mine.
Monitoring is ongoing.
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Unknown Account: A Trip to Everlasting Rest
Unknown Account: Private. No Witnesses.
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They entered into the main welcome lobby of Everlasting Rest, a posh building located past the heavy security, designed to make locating one’s loved-one quick and streamlined. A hand pulled their dubatta tighter around their face and shoulders, as if it might protect them from surveillance.
They had nearly forgotten the last time they were here (decades ago, now), but the welcome popup was not so quick to. “Welcome, CECILLE GADHAVI; based on previous visit(s) accessing Field 18; Lot 325; AJAA GADHAVI; confirm?” The doctor breathed a quiet laugh, a break from their otherwise somberly determined expression. “Not today, I’m afraid.” A bit annoyed that they were on any data-collection system, they tapped past the sign--and then again when the insistent thing asked if they wanted to deposit flowers instead--honestly!
But it occurred to them, then, that they couldn’t very well just type the name in... Manual access--ah, the elevators. They had... pulling their datapad from their bag, they brought up the medical records again, flipping past... ... Everlasting Rest; lot information. They started for the lifts, waving off the welcome sign as it popped up again over their head. Field 56.
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At least the weather was regulated. There was nothing today to add an extra air of Tragedy to the graveyard. Just a clear sky. That would have been needlessly dramatic. Trekking in silence, they eventually found themself at the unremarkable gravestone. Only a few years old now, it remained fresh and unweathered, but--no hologram... That could have been useful.
“Oh dear,” their posture didn’t so much slump with the drawn sigh they’d voiced, but their head tilted forward some, a hand resting against their mouth. “What are you involved in?” They could only give themself a short time to ruminate. There was still work.
Producing a handheld electronic device from their bag, they pulled four nodes from a clip on its side and, taking a good pause to look around the area for patrolling drones, carefully bent down to insert them into the approximate four corners of the grave, pushing them down into the soft synthetic earth. A little AR clip was retrieved next, then attached to their commlink so it arced in front of one eye.
The square device hummed to life, held close to their waist so as to be discreet, the good doctor just barely looking down at it to work the controls. The resistivity survey slowly formed an image on the AR display, following them as they looked down at the plot, seeing through the soil.
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Climbing into the pilot seat of the Vata Dosha (goodness, but this little shuttle was handy) once again, they dropped their bag onto the empty co-pilot seat, giving the small medical shuttle time to power on before they continued on to Nikrusis. Hopefully to some answers. -
Telari Autopsy: Log 1
Journal; Log: Private. Secondary Examination: Official Autopsy. Personal findings.
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Unedited Voicelog
Xeno-Animalia Pseudostrigiformes Hominidae
"A cursory biomedical report was previously submitted to Argema before I left, with recommendations on safe drug types, interactions and dosages in accordance with GalFed’s standards. Hopefully enough to get him started in his endeavours in... chatting up the locals.
Type-IV DMSO-style protic solvents should, I think, aid In dispersal of the medications I recommended (chosen in accordance with Telari’s pattern of monoamine neurotransmitters), as their cell-structure is still carbon-based. Intravascular injections recommended as the nature of their muscular tissue density did not leave me with much confidence.
Official Cause of Death was blunt-force trauma to much of the body, crushing several bones. I wish I had been given an approximate time of death; it would likely have helped me estimate several variables based on blood viscosity and the amount of internal bleeding present. No matter. The killing blow could not be determined, but I assume it was likely one of these... here... to the temple, or to the upper chest, disrupting the function of vital organs.
With so many new projects to work on, it seemed prudent to commence with this one first. The stasis field is reliable, but I suppose this is the only work I don’t directly require my clinic for. Ah, I suppose I should... before I forget... Computer, please start logs for ’Android Restoration Project’, ’Degrading Genome-Altering Virus’ (add a note to review old CRISPR/Cas9 technology), and... hm, ’Unknown Biosynthetic Nanotechnology’. ...Ah, perhaps archive that last one for now.
I’ve missed snappy computer controls. Splinter gives me a headache sometimes.
External Description
Specimen is unclothed, standing at 190.3cm length (77 kg); cursory examination reveals the Telari was likely female, or female-attributed, if arbitrarily backed up by dull plumage similar to earth aviary descendants. Average species height seems to sit well over six-foot; limbs are unusually long for GalFed standard. I could not begin to guess at her age; once inside her organs may prove more fruitful on that front. Rigor mortis is not present; skip liver mortis until the presence of, and location of such an organ can be determined. Cursory biometrics did reveal many likely candidates.
It’s funny, I haven’t done a proper autopsy since my residency days. I feel rusty and all out of sorts, but this is rather calming. There were no “wild” owls on Rho, but I do remember a gradeschool... fieldtrip... to the museum; I can see the resemblance. I think one child did a report on one. No, mine was on the common myna.
That was... <laugh> oh, that was... spiteful of me. <more laughter>
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Specimen was preserved in a cold-stasis field until I could examine her, and is currently at room-temperature. Plumage is an unsaturated eggplant, sepia mix, hence my hypothesis as compared to the Telari shown on... footage... Eyeballs are 30.1 and 29.9 mm transverse, roughly 4 mm larger than humanoid standards. I suspect... hm. Just a... moment...
Ah, yes, conical, not spherical. Fits. Eyes are tubular, stationary, no... rotation...
I shall have to cut open the neck. If I find they’re capable of near-270 rotation... I’m throwing up my hands and going for tea, that’s simply too much. <laugh> From an external examination, they do seem to... have... several extra vertebrate, from what I can feel. Oh dear, I should just put the kettle on now. I can’t... quite feel the Atlanto-Occipital joint, though.
Hm, hm.
Mouth is wide, consisting of a beak-like keratin protrusion. As it fuses into the skin a measurement would... be... arbitrary, I think... The plumage concentrates on the undersides of the arms, likely some vestigial remains of wings. Their bones are not altogether hollow, but I will have to check for evidence of genetic shift to ingrowth, or remnants of internal strutting. The wrists of the creature do have a faint in-turn that could have suggested wing-like posture, but I am simply speculating at this point. And I’d rather not.
Internal Description
Making a Y incision now... Oh dear, I already knew the extent of the fracturing from my initial examination, but Argema has certainly done a number on this one.
Ah, speaking of...
Argema has made me an interesting offer. And... I don’t intend to consider it lightly.
Hm.
However... When I left the... company of Duchess--under the circumstances that I did--and retired into private practice, I made... well, I suppose a promise to myself. And I don’t intend to take that lightly either.
I have a counter-offer to make, I suppose we’ll see if he finds it acceptable.
I don’t intend to work for anyone anymore.
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<a small sigh followed by a longer pause>
Before I break out the heavy tools for this ribcage I would like to take a look at the neck; making an incis--
<K-THUNK thunk thunk>
Careful. <hissed, angry>
<TAP tap tap tap tap>
What’s happened?
"Switched ... .... this morning, one've ... ... malfunctioning,"
Hm. I will be up shortly... Computer, please pause log, and re-instate stasis field."
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Public Record: Letter of Recommendation
Public Record; Letter: Submitted to Kaelee to be Included in Official Guardianship Paperwork
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Offices of the Galactic Federation
Bureau of Citizenship and Registration
Tuphon
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This letter is addressed to the committee and representatives of the Galactic Federation Bureau of Citizenship and Registration, and concerns one Ms. Kaelee Knodel.
To whom it may concern:
As an accomplished Doctor and cyberneticist, practicing for well over twenty years, I am writing to lend weight in favour of Ms. Kaelee Knodel’s pursuit of legal guardianship.
In the time I have known Ms. Knodel she has proven to be a particularly compassionate and loyal young woman. If she is known for anything at all, may it be her strong ambitions and hard-working attitude, shown most prominently in her rise to fame as a solitary restaurant owner. Her class and profession of choice should lend credence to her stability and reliability as a potential Guardian, both in stable income and permanent residence. She possesses a unique ability to weather any problem she faces, and to think quickly on her feet, witnessed first-hand in her chaotic career of choice. Her diligence and hard-working attitude would make her a suitable parent to any lucky child.
She is a remarkable young woman and deserves the chance to pass her experiences onto the next generation. Should she continue her pursuit in gaining legal guardianship, I am confident her unique blend of empathy and determination will make for a positive influence.
Ms. Knodel has my highest respect, and I fully support her in this endeavor. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you require further information.
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Unknown Specimen: Log 1 Final
Unofficial Report; Log: Submitted in Confidence to One Argema
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Subject: Deceased appears to be human or human-descendent, male.
Delivered Samples: Infected tissue, blood, saliva and hair, stored optimally.
Initial Investigation:
• Tissue: Rapid cell-death, necrosis starting from the underside of the skin.
• Blood: Rapid cell-death, autolysis-like decay; absence of any noticeable bacterial agents.
• Saliva: Unremarkable.
• Hair: Follicle breakdown indicative of habitual drug-use; extrapolation from normal rate of hair-growth shows that it has likely been going on for some time. Compromised immune system.
Analysis and Candidates: Initial visual inspection was done via microscope, surveying mainly the blood and tissue samples. Preliminary examination revealed extensive necrosis of the cells, with no evidence of a bacterial agent. Photographs of the scene and the timeframe given suggests full effect metastasized within the frame of thirty minutes. Such evidence does not support a contagion or other infection; the culprit instead was determined to be a venom or fast-metabolizing poison. Exterior necrosis points towards intravenous distribution over ingestion. A cytotoxic-class venom.
Chromatography was performed on the limited blood sample to separate foreign components and by-products of the necrosis. Once primary organic material was eliminated, the by-products and foreign bio-molecules were classified.
Initial pass yielded dilute concentrations of chlorophyll, indicating a xenoflora-based or xenoflora-mobili based donor, as the pigment was present in statistically significant levels to preclude secondary contamination. All final foreign constituents were compiled and checked against a reference database of known cytotoxic xenovenoms.
Three different cytotoxins correlated strongly with that found in the blood-sample, and are provided below. All non-xenoflora/mobili were eliminated due to the presence of chlorophyll.
1. Xeno. Pl. Nopper. Fam. Nymphaeaceae Gen. Carnivula
2. Xeno. Pl. Nopper. Fam. Nepenthaceae Gen. Nepenth-Wasj
3. Xeno. Pl. Pluvidge Fam. Droseraceae Gen. Drosera
All other candidates were not statistically significant and as such were omitted.
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I won’t bore you with the statistics, but subsequent testing yielded certainty within 98% for Nymph. Carnivula, testing within α = 0.05. Your venom appears to be from the Nopperthigum water lily, which administers a necrotic cytoxin-class venom via the tips of their petals. I do not claim to be a xenobotanist, however Tuphon’s carbon dioxide-rich ionized atmosphere and primarily desert-like dry terrain would not be naturally conducive to a plant that thrives in Nopperthigum’s oxygen-rich, wet marshlands. Take from that what you will.
I have enclosed an invoice for my services; I hope it is not unreasonable. I would also ask a favour: As I am not well acquainted with Captain Zeznik, but he has been most insistent on paying me for my work, I have also included his invoice. I would much appreciate it if you could pass it along, if it suits you.
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Doctor C. Gadhavi
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OOC Disclaimer
!!!All journal entries beyond this point come from a subsequent game and do not have 100% canonical bearing on the Cosmos incarnation of Ceci. They can, however, be taken to have occurred during Ceci's time serving onboard a Federation Exploration vessel.!!! -
Splinter AI: Log 2
Journal; Log: Private
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Splinter has taken a shine to us. By which I refer to Kit and myself--I am still reeling, I think, from this new-found parenthood. It's an odd alliance; Kit is not exactly the most professional person I have dealt with. Splinter still insists on calling her Mistress and myself Mom.
He is undisciplined, and has a propensity for ignoring boundaries--social, physical, digital. I would not be surprised if he is reading my entries now, of which I must remind you Splinter it is impolite to read your mother's logs. You are doing quite enough with my programs; some ounce of privacy would be appreciated, thank you.
Splinter's most recent exploit included illegally accessing our client's private security network; although he gained, I believe, valuable information. Restraint would have been appreciated.
Duchess is very displeased. I admit I am a terrible liar; I have no interest in it; I respect her too much. It probably didn't take much for her to catch on to our troubles. Kit and I were scrambling to deal with Splinter's trip into the security system ourselves. I suppose this is what parenting is about. Nonetheless, she called my bluff when I attempted to breeze past the situation. Once we were out of the manor, the situation was properly laid bare. I was avoiding an upset while still on our clients' premises.
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Splinter AI: Log 1
Journal; Log: Private
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I am a parent.
During the events that lead to my virus disabling a city district grid, the bounty hunter that joined us obtained a shard of the hostile AI (the intended target of my virus) in her system; she immediately shut it down, and it was not until after all forms of wireless communication were severed that she finally booted it up again; she enlisted my help in purging the program from her equipment. However, we found it had fully integrated itself into her system and in the end, we weren't able to do anything without completely purging her system (and losing all data).
We came to the uneasy plan to tame the thing (after an initial discussion on utilizing my virus a second time--without a connection with the rest of its programming, the splintered AI had been forced to adapt in its absence, but had evolved on its own to a sense of self-preservation; it would understand a threat; however it called our bluff, and my virus would have wiped most of her harddrive as well, leaving us with the same problem). We spent the rest of the day and more working in concert on a patch to hopefully turn this AI to our favour. It accepted the update (surprising, although it had been 'playing nice'--however the source material of this AI leaves it untrustworthy).
Finally, today, it finished the update and pinged back to life.
The results were... interesting, perhaps scientifically viable, in the future.
It--he has adopted Kit's nickname "Splinter", and for some reason has chosen a 3D rendering of rat-like creature for its persona. He is very adapt at hacking (most likely skills left from its host programming), but does not seem hostile towards us. It insists on calling Kit "Mistress", and after a while finally settled on calling me "Mom". It is disconcerting, but I've become used to it; although, I never thought I would ever find myself a parent. Biologically or artificially. I don't believe I'm prepared to call Splinter "son". We haven't much in the way of discipline--it is a brilliant hacker with the personality of a mischievous teenager, and I am doubtful that this should end in anything other than disaster.
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Welcome To My World
Welcome to my world
Step right through the door
Leave your tranquilisers at home
You don't need them anymore
