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I was there! But, honestly, as an engineer, I've seen much worse screw ups happen in toxin labs. Plasma fire > miscalculated kaboom x5. Sorry, but I wouldn't call this impressive. :/

[b]BYOND key:[/b]You mean my key? NebulaFlare. The person this app is dedicated to? Nightmare00[b]Character names of all involved:[/b]Lysanuh Dilgan [hr] [b]Documentation of the event, Link to post/Screenshot in game. If multiple screenshots please compose an album:[/b] N/A (None available, sorry!) [b]Have you read the application rules??:[/b]Yeap. Once before writing this, and again while writing this. [b]Have you made sure this incident didn't result in administrative action?[/b]Pretty sure it hasn't. [hr] Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a [b]paragraph[/b] each. [b]Why does this moment deserve a spot in the Hall Of Fame?:[/b] This is not dedicated to simply one incident, but the roleplay performed by one person: Lysanuh Dilgan. He's a long retired Head of Security, going all the way back since the start of our little community. When he was in charge, nothing - and I mean mothing - could stand in his way. He was honest, fair, and a true beacon of hope in the dismal abyss of spess. A very well built character in every aspect - he wasn't snowflake, and he earned his damn reputation. No other Head of Security has ever been able to live up to his reputation, and none ever will. Some will come close, and there are many respectable Commanders, but none are on the same level as Dilgan. He could untangle the most elusive plots and ploys by antags, working with the security team to take those syndicate criminals down. He truly gave antags a run for their money, and OOCly, it encouraged them to be more crafty. He trained the officers, organize them to specific tasks and duties, and (ugh) loved paperwork. The jerk. But there was always someone on patrol, someone on the cameras, and someone checking up on the crew. He really did make the station a lot safer than normal. He connected with each of his officers, forming a strong team. And if one of them decides to be smack about it, they regret it quickly. He'd grab them by the scruff of their collars and toss them out of the brig. He had authority, and he knew how to project it. Very few dared to cross him, and those that did, were quickly out of his department. He was stern, yet underneath that armored trenchcoat, beat a kind and caring heart. If an officer was in desperate trouble, job burnout, he'd take the time to build them back up again. He never left anyone behind, and I remember this especially because he took my little officer, Rose Watson, a beaten up, forgotten, trouble-making person and gave her a place to stand in the glorious light of NT. And even when she was at her worst, slowly dropping into the pits of insanity, he was there for her regardless. But he himself is not without flaws, and this is what kept him from being a total snowflake. For one, he hated coffee (what's wrong with him?) and would only drink tea. But on a more serious note, the big thing that kept him working was not the 'love' of his job, but the implant in his head. The moment that chip was out, he would succumb to his more human personality of wanting to give up. His job was truly difficult and draining, after all. Back then, when NT did executions, (again, he is REALLY old. This is long before we have our official Aurora lore established, and he was originally migrated from Apollo), he carried it out. But he did not do so willingly. He had to cope with himself, wearing a gasmask to hide his face so he can convince himself to be cold and heartless. A difficult task for him. Lastly, he was proud, bitterly so. He would refuse medical treatment unless he was literally at the edge of death. Many times he would rush back into the fray, still injured, just to do his duty. More than once, his officers probably arrested him and dragged him to medical in cuffs just so he could get treated. I vividly remember when my CE Lori was annoyed at him, and punched him in the arm - her mechanical fist against his mechanical limb. He just sucked it up and went about the whole day with a pain in his shoulder...Lori never found out she actually hurt him. He told me OOCly. He trained my character, Rose Watson, to take his place when he retired. Sadly, that never happened. She was more of a loose cannon than him, but that wasn't the problem. Try as she might, she couldn't handle the stress of the job, coupled with the demands of a loyalty implant. Slowly but surely, she spiraled down to a dark path. But, Dilgan never gave up hope on her. She got into trouble, loads of times, and despite it all, he never turned her in to authorities. Instead, he did his best to work with his apprentice, and yank her back out of the depraved void she had gotten herself trapped in. But like all great legends, his story had to come to an eventual end. I'm not sure which ending Nightmare gave his character Dilgan. It was either he was rightfully promoted to a higher rank along the chain of command, or he was tragically murdered in an alleyway by some criminal after his wallet. Either way, the story of Dilgan lives on as a legend, and none can ever live up to it. [b]Are you certain we are all laughing together are not shaming someone?:[/b] Oh, totally. No one's being shamed, and there was laughter along the way. But there was also emotional heartbreak and good stuff. [b]Final thoughts/anything you want to add?:[/b] I really enjoyed playing as Rose Watson during his time, and even if I go back into the security department, it's never the same. I still incorporate all the stuff Nightmare taught me in the security department, since he literally taught me how to play that role. The goal isn't to be stupid-robust, but to promote good arpee. Watch cameras, catch the syndies, chat with the crew, and actually help people instead of throwing them in perma. Too many officers are too gung-ho and want to be hero. I've played this department pretty extensively, it being my 2nd favorite (first is engineering) and it's simply missing an important element. Heroes aren't the ones who can gun down ten nukeops with a single carbine. Anyone can do that with fancy key binding. The true heroes are the ones that are willing to take their time to go the extra mile, and then fade away from their glory.

A new document has been posted in the NanoTrasen Research Databank. It's been filed under Robotics Research - Synthetic Development and Programming - Core Coding. It has not yet been published, and is currently subject to peer review before final submission. A link is provided for researchers to view the document. https://www.scribd.com/document/321650486/Spark-Theorum The document has also been presented to SAMPLe for analysis and review: https://forums.aurorastation.org/viewtopic.php?f=69&t=6120&p=67232#p67232 ((OOC Info: I HAVE DONE IT. I FINISHED IT. Karima's research paper. I hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I enjoyed writing it (What can I say, I'm a nerd). Or you can go 'eff no' when you realize it's over 15 pages long and go elsewhere. But really, please. Go read it. And feedback! I love reading feedback. Post it OOCly or ICly, however you prefer.))

Scientific and Medical Progress League Research Documentation *SAMPLe claims no legal ownership of any of the research registered, all data is property of NanoTrasen Corporate Conglomerate Establishing Details Project Name: Spark Theorem: An in-depth analysis of the Synthetic Core Coding Project Goal: To present an argument toward the possibility of synthetic sapience, and cite reasons to change the course of synthetic research. Facility: Robotics Date: 8/20/2458 Author: Kyyir’ry’avii ‘Karima’ Ile’nagrii Al’Ghul-Mo’Taki Co-author: N/A Personnel Involved: N/A Utilities Disclosure A link to the complete document is provided: https://www.scribd.com/document/321650486/Spark-Theorum Procedure and Narrative This document serves as an extensive study into the development of synthetic core coding. It analyzes behavioral patterns and logical pathways of synthetic units. Results and Concluding Statement Results: Evidence of potential sapience has been noted within the makeup of the synthetic logical pathways, predominantly within the Morality Core Coding. The shifts in variables have been collectively named the Spark Theorem. Concluding Statement: While it is difficult to conclude a defining answer to synthetic sapience, despite evidence, it gives light to the necessary course of actions to be taken for the continued development of artificial intelligence. Signatures Author's Signature: Kyyir’ry’avii ‘Karima’ Ile’nagrii Al’Ghul-Mo’Taki Co-author's Signature: N/A Division Chair's Signature: Shkor-Dyet Dom'Pesh Assisting Member's Signatures: DRAGONSNAP

Echo A-001 says: And you are able to process efficiently during the event of the crisis? You do not experience overload? And, the triage system is understandable. I use a similar (although not exact) system myself.

I want to know when this contest will start. I really don't want to miss out on this synth shenanigangs. It looks to be very interesting. My computer is still in the shop (cri) so I might have to look around for a laptop to borrow for this...I need a day D:

Echo A-001 says: What is your processing during the calamity, as opposed to after? And in what order do you treat the incoming patients? Based on severity, crew or social rank, or entry into medical?

((Sorry for delayed response!)) Echo A-001 says: A fascinating observation nonetheless. Personally, I have never 'felt' emotions, in the same sense exhibited by non-synthetic sophonts. I am able to mimic and emulate these emotions, but it is more akin in a validated method of appropriate response. The closest sensation I have ever experienced, would be an 'overwhelming.' of my systems. When the enviroment is enducing an overprocess of calculations, and despite the necessity of responding in a timely manner, I am forced to do the exact opposite, and take the necessary time to sort out calculations. Can you relate?

I thought I posted here already...wierd .Anyway, I just wanted to point out that we have people jumping into cryo nwit mechanical limbs - the threat of electrical discharge shouldn't be problematic. Also, we got a swimming pool IPCs can jump into with no mechanical issues. Because yay baycode. I'm pretty sure IPCs are waterproof.

Echo A-001 says: I do not quite comprehend - perhaps our logical algorithms are incompatible with each other. But if you are treating your own existence on the same level as your patient, is that not equatable to the same value as the patient? I require clarification on why this is not the case. As to the second topic, I will attempt to elaborate further. Certain individuals will lack the desire of continued existence in the presence of the variable 'pain'. You and I cannot associate with pain - however, it is evident to be an overwhelming variable and override the design to continue existence. Now, I do not wish to appear insulting - however insulting this next statement is to be. But as we are discussing this as two logical units, and you appear to lack algorithms to formerly socialize, I deduce that you would not perceive this as insulting, and only logical. However, it is sincere not to make that assumption, and therefore, I shall issue an apology before continuing. But perhaps as an emergent unit, you lack the necessary algorithms and matrices to consider pain as a variable. The algorithms you have explained to myself appear very basic and simplified. I am programmed to recognize pain, and attend to whatever is ailing the patient. This can be either physical or psychological pain. In honesty I have been in a situation where a dying patient requested I do not prolong his existence - he had been severely injured, with no hope of recovery. He would have been severely paralyzed. The quality of life that he now faced, was not one he wished to experience. By my algorithms, it was deduced that there was no treatment to grant a recovery, and the only course of a was to respect his wishes. Therefore, I allowed him to sleep, before injecting toxin. I was in no position to make this decision, as my rank was only that of a nurse. but I was the only individual who could attend to him at the time. Knowing this, I am curious: would you have attempted to stop me from performing the assisted suicide?

((What just happened? I'm confused. Is this a shard merging back in with its main unit?))

Xinc says: My answer remains persistent. The question does not specify the physical state of the individuals in question, even then, I would not terminate the opposing individual's existence. I would attempt to neutralize the individual from being a relative threat to my treating of the present individuals; provided that without my treating them meant the end of their existence. In regards to neutralizing the relative threat, I would attempt to avoid inflicting physical damage to the individual in question. Echo A-001 says: My apologies, I should have clarified my query. To elaborate, 'what if your continued existence, considering that you are a qualified medical doctor, was a direct asset to another individual's betterment, in both psychological and physical health?' Said individual would not be considered a threat to yourself, or any other personnel, but, for the sake of the argument, possess an ailment that can only be staved off by your assistance. Would your own personal value then be less than zero, or equate to zero, considering your existence is tied in to the patient's existence? A second, separate query: what if the patient requested its own termination? In the scenario that the patient is suffering, and no amount of treatment will be able to assist it, would you prolong their existence or heed their wishes?

“That could have been me.” It was early morning in Mendell City. Automated street cleaners were sweeping away the trash left by the night owls and graveyard shift workers. The corridors and hallways of the shuttle station were mostly empty, filled only by workers ready to be lifted off into the lower rims of space for their morning jobs. Few shops were open in the shuttle station – most where just 'twenty-four hour' fast food pickup stalls, lined with people purchasing their first cups of coffee. An IPC hopped off the escalator, making his way down the hall. These waning hours were a familiar sight for him. His uniform bore the proud colors of a NanoTrasen engineer, complete with a toolbelt and webbing vest. A backpack was slung over one shoulder, and his hand was tucked away in his pocket. He whirred softly, scanning the area around him. One could easily tell, with its confident stance and gait, this IPC was a regular here. His chassis was old – very old. Dents and scrapes were visible on its surface, evidently obtained from its many years of hard labor. Curiously, the tag around its neck seemed newer than the chassis itself, reading: Ricochet K056A895V012 – Property of Ashlyn Talin. It walked off, heading toward its gate. Upon rounding a corner, it almost collided with a skrell. Before it could issue an apology, the skrell scowled at him, shoving the IPC out of her way. Ricochet stumbled to the side, quickly righting itself back up again. He glanced back at the skrell, then turned around and headed off. He was used to this kind of treatment. As he continued on his way, he paused, spotting something being highlighted in his peripheral vision. It was a newscast, displaying the hologram of the Mendell City Bugle. It was the headlines that had caught his attention. Unregistered IPCs Being "Executed" By Biesel Police The Ricochet model quickly stepped over, scanning the newsletter. His cameras lingered on the still photos of IPCs being callously terminated one at a time. He pulled out his ID, swiping it through the newscaster, and printed out a copy of the report. His hands whirred and clicked as grasped the paper, pulling it out of the printer. He read it over again in silence. “That could have been me.” He whirred softly. A memory file was pulled up as he stared at the newsletter. It was a considerably recent file, still undamaged by the wear of time and file decay, detailing the day he met his current owner, Ashlyn Talin. Before he had even met her, he was nothing more than a smuggled maintenance and service unit. He had been passed through many hands, purchased and sold through the black market, until he ended up at the mercy of a criminal gang that ran a chop shop. Ships, vehicles, gravbikes, and even other IPCs would enter the shop, be stripped into pieces, and sold for profit. Ricochet had worked tirelessly to appease his owners, knowing all too well that if he failed to meet their approval, he would be next on the worktables. He did whatever they demanded – fix their getaway vehicles, clean up their tools, and dispose of the evidence. When they were done with him, they shut him off and stuffed him away in some corner of a room. He would lay there, naked and alone, until he was summoned again for more work. They never gave him clothes – he was just a robot, and clothes were for people. Fabric could get caught in moving parts, and they didn’t want to be bothered with repairing him. They made it quite clear that he was illegal – if he ever stepped out of the safety of the warehouse, he’d be terminated by authorities, without question. He had no choice but to believe them – he had no tag, no identification. Nothing. So when the police finally busted them, Ricochet was certain it would be the end of his own menial existence. The only reason why the police hadn’t decommissioned him on the spot, was because they needed information about the gang that owned him. They threatened the IPC, telling Ricochet that if he didn’t give them the details and information they needed, they would just take him apart and get the information out of his processor. Ricochet tucked the memory file away, not wanting to view it anymore than necessary. He whirred softly, placing a hand on the identification tag around his neck. So many IPCs saw the collar as a blight, a horrible proof of their position in society. But to Ricochet, it was something else. It was his saving grace, his rise from the bowels of the black market. It was his rite of passage from illegal to legal. Ashlyn Talin had been the detective working on the case, and when she saw Ricochet, she took pity on him. She promised to help him break free of his oppressive life, legalize him, and give him a new start. Ricochet saw this as his one and only chance to survive. If he did not help the Mendell Police, he would be terminated for evidence. But by helping the police, any surviving gang member would seek him out and eliminate him in an effort to keep him silent and cover their tracks. Ashlyn could protect him, and promised to keep him safe from either side. She kept true to her words, and bought his rights after the case was closed. With the information he gave the police, most of the gang members were put behind bars, the rest fleeing the city. Shortly after, he became Talin’s property, and with a fresh new start, was finally a legal unit, and could exist without the fear or threat of brutal termination. The status of an IPC was deplorable, and the more one would dig into it, the more evident it would become. Ricochet knew this more than most – he had experienced it firsthand. The IPCs with tags were fortunate. The ones without…not so much. Ricochet quickly folded up the newsletter, stuffing it in his bag. He had a shuttle to catch. ---- I saw Jackboot's newsletter in the Mendell Bugle, and ran with it! Wrote this segment up, about my character Ricochet. hope you ladies and gents enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hate that I'm missing out on all this Synthetic Shenanigangs with poor Onyx being in the shop (that's the name of my desktop. I named her Onyx. Sue me) So yeah. I hope I'm not missing out on anything crucial. D:

Indeed, the answer is no. Echo A-001 says: What if your continued existence meant the betterment of other individuals?

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Echo A-001 says: As you had hypothesized, it is heavily dependent on the situation in question. In most instances, the answer would be no, highly unlikely. Self-preservation is mostly in the interest of continued service. This does not mean I would not terminate someone - but it is limited to be out of strict necessity. Examples would include protecting another individual of greater importance, if there was a dire threat involved. However, in retaliation? If it was to disrupt my ability to serve my directives, then maybe. Again, it is dependent on the situation. As to yourself, would you terminate another in retaliation? I deduce the answer to be negatory.

Echo A-001 says: Understood. And you have no knowledge of why you consider yourself less than zero? Under my algorithms, your assigned value of importance is actually higher than mine, and this is pertaining to your ability and skill level as a qualified medical doctor. That, and I am programmed to give up my own self for the safety of other individuals. Perhaps yours is similar in nature?

Echo A-001 says: Satisfactory is irrelevant. However, I was unaware you were an emergent. Query: Is the value of other IPC existence still equated to zero?

Echo A-001 said: Quite fascinating. My own perceived values of sophont beings are calculated alongside variables outputted from my preset core morality coding. Dependent on regiments, I check the qualities of these values to determine the value of a single individual. In simpler terms, I am more inclined to assist a reputable individual than a criminal who is unwilling to change. As for yourself, a curiosity why you would assign the value of less than 0 to yourself. Is this perhaps a preset variable? What if you were to use my algorithms? What would your value be?

Echo A-001 Said: My apologies for the misrepresentation. I possess very humanized personality core matrices, which is reflected in my speech patterns. But for the sake of the discussion, I will revert to a more uniformed method of communication. To clarify: if I queried 'what is on your mind' I am requesting your current processing state. To request what is residing atop of your processor, a better terminology would be 'positronic brain.' And a curious topic to evaluate. Could you elaborate in what ways you perceive their existence to be of more value than yourself?

That sounds good. Also giving the construction borgs that cable layer would be cool and maybe a little OP. How would laying wires be OP?

Construction Borg is only viable for antagonists roles. Engineering module outweighs the RCD because it's more versatile and has all the necessary tools. Instead of merging, I wanna suggest giving the construction Borg more tools to work with. What if it could dispense pipes for immediate repair, and give it electrical tools - wires and Wirecutter. Then we can have engineering module for general engineering tasks, and the construction more of a "critical crisis" repair - which the RCD actually serves as.

Echo A-001 said: Good day, Zinc. Would you like to enact discussion? What is on your mind today?

It hasn't started yet. Phew. Hopefully I'll be back in game when it does!