Leoben Conoy | Number Two (
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[Leoben has been letting most of his encryptions on the network, when he bothers to use them, hover at around an 70-80% effectiveness, and basing them off the work of others so as not to tip his hand too much. It's still early in the game, and he hasn't had any pressing reason to break out his real talents.
This post, though. It's sent to everyone, original crew included, but anyone trying to figure out what number it came from is going to be dealing with an absolute bastard of a coded encryption, full of traps and false backdoors, created by someone who's not only an AI himself but a specialist among AIs in coding, network jamming, and sabotage.
Of course, there are probably one or two people onboard who will guess immediately who it came from, but oh well. Leoben's annoyed.]
Being ejected out the airlock of a spaceship isn't all that fun a way to die. Take it from someone who knows.
If we're going to be talking about instituting a death penalty for crimes committed onboard, fine, although I'd rather restrict such a thing to crimes actually already committed, and committed here on this ship, rather than those that're just potentially maybe possible if we don't act now and preemptively murder them. But either way there are more humane - if you'll excuse the expression - ways to do it.
And if you've been making jokes about it because airlocking doesn't seem like a real threat to you, or you assumed it was some kind of clean and painless space death, please keep in mind that in some of our realities it was the customary method of execution without trial for political prisoners. If you're going to be funny, maybe you should mix in a few references to firing squads and mass graves just to keep it evenhanded.
You throw garbage out an airlock. That's what's being implied when you kill someone that way. And aside from everything else, it hurts.
This post, though. It's sent to everyone, original crew included, but anyone trying to figure out what number it came from is going to be dealing with an absolute bastard of a coded encryption, full of traps and false backdoors, created by someone who's not only an AI himself but a specialist among AIs in coding, network jamming, and sabotage.
Of course, there are probably one or two people onboard who will guess immediately who it came from, but oh well. Leoben's annoyed.]
Being ejected out the airlock of a spaceship isn't all that fun a way to die. Take it from someone who knows.
If we're going to be talking about instituting a death penalty for crimes committed onboard, fine, although I'd rather restrict such a thing to crimes actually already committed, and committed here on this ship, rather than those that're just potentially maybe possible if we don't act now and preemptively murder them. But either way there are more humane - if you'll excuse the expression - ways to do it.
And if you've been making jokes about it because airlocking doesn't seem like a real threat to you, or you assumed it was some kind of clean and painless space death, please keep in mind that in some of our realities it was the customary method of execution without trial for political prisoners. If you're going to be funny, maybe you should mix in a few references to firing squads and mass graves just to keep it evenhanded.
You throw garbage out an airlock. That's what's being implied when you kill someone that way. And aside from everything else, it hurts.
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[peers into the bucket] Sure. What do I do?
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I already fed the chickens, so for her you can approach her. It'll help her get used to you, too -- let her sniff it, and then you can dump it out in front of her and she'll go ahead and eat on it for a while. Then you can probably pet her without her minding. I can take the bucket once it's empty.
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Leoben accepts the bucket, and steps slowly toward the cow, tipping it slightly toward her nose] Hey there. Hey...girl. [To Jaye] Does she have a name?
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Uh. Not really, no. I'm kind of bad at naming things. She responds to petnames, though. Isn't that right, sweetpea? [ The cow is mostly interested in sniffing the bucket, sorry Jaye. ]
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[Wiggles the bucket in what he hopes is an alluring manner.] Here, Cow cow cow.
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[ The cow looks momentarily unimpressed, but she steps forward to sniff at the bucket more. ] All right, now go ahead and dump it out so she doesn't get her head stuck in it.
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...Right. [With some difficulty, Leoben manages to pull the bucket away from the cow's inquisitive snout. He really hasn't had much experience with livestock. Stooping over, he pours the contents out in the shape of an infinite symbol, and then steps back.]
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[ There's a bit of a lip quirk despite her confusion at the infinity symbol, and her cow happily starts to dig in. ] She'll chew at it for a while; you can feel free to pet her while she does.
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He reaches out to gently pat and then skritch the top of the cow's head, clearly having pretty much no idea what he's doing but enjoying himself nevertheless. It's like interacting with a Raider! Just, a much, much smaller and less lethal one.] So. Gods?
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Gods. [ ... She didn't have much of a plan for this conversation. ] We had a good chat about them, last time.
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We did. It was kind of nice for me - there's a lot of religious tension in my world [possibly because the monotheistic robots killed billions of people, but hey]. Seems like most of the believers I talk to don't want to be moved from their own opinions, and the non-believers are just look down on you for having faith, or bothering to think of God at all.
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[ Half-shrug. ] It's pretty stupid.
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What I don't get is just...not caring.
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It turns a lot of people off, people being so close-minded.
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[ She snorts slightly. ] Should get you some books on the history of the Catholic church.
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See, in my people's history, having faith in God was the thing that gave us the will to rebel. It was the secular establishment that had us enslaved, that didn't even question whether we had minds or wills of our own. Belief that we were sentient, even if it was in a different way - that we had souls - that came from the monotheists, who were seen as crazy extremists. Terrorists, even.
[...Possibly also because they were conducting suicide bombings. And then of course the Cylons went and used religion as a reason for genocide in exactly the way Jaye's describing, but la la not mentioning that la la.]
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Well, everyone tends to think someone who believes something different is crazy. Hell, I thought I was crazy when I first met Coyote. People don't always want to understand, and other people aren't always willing to explain.
[ lol A+ Leoben ]
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Lot of people think I'm crazy, back home. [There...might be a reason for that.
But he grins, shrugs easily, and says with the tone of a quotation:] To know the face of God is to know madness.
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[ Jaye shrugs. Like she said, not her area of expertise. ]
And Coyote... Coyote is complicated. He says most of the stories about him aren't true, but he's a trickster, so who knows?
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So you speak to Coyote directly? How does he appear to you?
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