If it had to perish twice
Notification: Synthesizing a cure. The process will take approximately 16.1 days to create and test all possible recipes.
Be all my sins remember'd.
Further interaction requiring further input will be sporadica1ly possible for the next 16.1 days.
Input: list all information on the ark or the arc.
ReplyDeleteOh, look at that.
ReplyDeleteI think I can make sure the Tablet is available at least once a day. Maybe once every other day. That shouldn't be too hard for it. It'll need a mostly standard time, though. Is eight o'clock in the eve good for everyone? GMT?
ReplyDeleteDamn, not good for me. I guess I'll just have to watch from the sidelines.
ReplyDeleteBut thank you for making it available.
I have no problems with it. Thanks for being so considerate.
ReplyDeleteQuery: How can we help you test the recipes? Do you need us to bring proxies to you?
ReplyDeleteMister Crowley, please. You have to help me. Help me figure out how to save Stella...I'd do anything to bring her back...
ReplyDelete...I know how you feel. I do. Even...There's just some things that...Don't belong. The best you can do is remember her. I'm sorry. I am. But there's just...If I knew a way, if I knew anyone who knew, if I knew anyone who MIGHT know or says they know, I'd be more than willing, I'd be on it in an instant - but so would everyone else. Why cure cancer when we can cure the dead?
ReplyDeleteIf you get caught up in the past, you'll get caught up, as they say, in a tree.
If the world's wars were fought only by dead soldiers, would it be a better place?
I could help with test subjects...
ReplyDeleteEight o clock will be quite sufficient, doctor. We can get plenty done during that time.
ReplyDeleteOn another note...I've worked out my next course of action. The money you wired will certainly make a good start, and I should be able to convince my parents to come with me, just in case.
Suffice it to say you can cross off Fmorga soon.
The slings and...arrows...of outrageous fortune...are also great...and would...suffice...
ReplyDeleteFrom...?
ReplyDeleteSorry, Amelia. Don't remember any mention of that. Unless that's Fmorga's whole thing?
Damn, I missed the whole second part of what I wanted to say. That sounds poetic, Amelia. What's it mean?
ReplyDeleteI think...I know enough...of hate...to take arms against...a sea of...troubles...
ReplyDeleteThat said, it wasn't much that I missed, but it was the more important bit.
ReplyDeleteRight....I'll start trying to locate one of those entities that are considered benign or benevolent.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, Mister Crowley. They haven't fallen on deaf ears.
I just am as stubborn as a jackass at times.
Poems. They're poems.
ReplyDelete...More or less.
ReplyDeleteSome say the...world...will have shuffled...off this mortal...coil...some say...in that sleep of...death what...dreams may...come...
ReplyDeleteTablet's up. Ask away. It'll need new input, though.
ReplyDeleteShould last for about an hour.
I hold with...those who...give us pause...there's the respect...
ReplyDeleteAn hour of activity, mind. So don't feel rushed.
ReplyDeleteRequest:
ReplyDeleteInstructions on locating/contacting nearest benign or benevolent entity to the general eastern coast area.
Input accepted. Response: Eastern coast of what?
ReplyDeleteFlesh is heir...to leaves no...step had...trodden...black...
ReplyDeleteCommand: Update the list of friendly entities. Sme messages have been delivered, and others have been pronounced dead.
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: Updating.
ReplyDelete...Input: If...it had to perish...twice...
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: Be all my sins remember'd.
ReplyDeleteInput:...Somewhere ages...and ages...hence...
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: Find ourselves dishonorable graves.
ReplyDeleteWhat. I have NO idea how those quotes fit together....
ReplyDeleteInteresting.
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Input: This was a triumph.
Input accepted. Response: Well, here we are again.
ReplyDelete...Input:...Only so an...hour...
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: Out, out, brief candle!
ReplyDeleteThe quotes are getting more obscure...
ReplyDeleteQuery: Are you and Amelia playing a game or are you communicating in a way that only you two understand?
Input accepted. Response: The Reintegration Tablet is simply responding to input.
ReplyDeleteQuery: How do you know with what to respond?
ReplyDeleteQuery: Why are you responding in quotes from various things?
Input accepted. Response: The Reintegration Tablet is a computer.
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: That is the proper response.
Query: Why is it the proper response?
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: There is no reason for it to be the proper response other than it is the proper response.
ReplyDeleteStatement: Sometimes I hate how evasive you are, buddy.
ReplyDeleteQuery: Why did you think that the proper response to 'This was a triumph' was 'Well here we are again'?
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New Mission: Do not accept this mission.
Input accepted. Response: If you do not like that response, another possible response would be "I have changed, I have changed."
ReplyDeleteNo. That is even worse.
ReplyDeleteYou damn tease you.
Input: Grunge hamster, be grown up
ReplyDeleteLobster of revenge, bring it along
Input accepted. Response: Ride on shooting star, I keep on singing.
ReplyDelete*clap* Correct.
ReplyDeleteQuery: When the input is a line or two from a song, why do you respond with a line or two from a different, but related song?
Input accepted. Response: It is the proper response.
ReplyDeleteInput:...It was grassy...and...wanted wear...
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: Conscience does make cowards of us all.
ReplyDeleteTablet's down again. Probably will be able to get it up again tomorrow.
ReplyDelete...Something's wrong.
So, Amelia was generally quoting The Road Not Taken and the Tablet was generally quoting Shakespeare. Both have a few exceptions.
ReplyDeleteAnd damn, I had one more question, but I guess that will have to wait.
Dammit!
ReplyDeleteI seem to never be on while the tablet is working.
ReplyDeleteNext time please ask it for information about the arc and the ark.
- Indrid
It's...here...
ReplyDeleteWhat's here?
ReplyDeleteThe...It's here...
ReplyDeletethe |OC| ?
ReplyDeleteSomething is indeed wrong. Something is very, very wrong. Is it - who here is good with, ah..."perception filters"?
ReplyDeletePerception filters? What, is the Tablet turning invisible?
ReplyDeleteNo, not quite. It's - I don't know, really. But something's wrong and I can't tell what it is.
ReplyDeleteWell, describe what's happening. Why (besides its weird behavior) do you think something is wrong?
ReplyDeleteIt's spouting Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteAnd not responding to almost anything.
ReplyDeleteThat's it? What do perception filters have to do with that?
ReplyDeleteAre its replies being altered or something along those lines?
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Should have mentioned the non -responding part first.
Still don't understand why perception filters are relevant
What IS is responding to?
I doubt that it's actually spouting Shakespeare. I think there's something behind the words.
ReplyDeleteIt's responding to Robert Frost.
So that's basically what I noted earlier.
ReplyDeleteAmelia must be behind this, or related to it somehow.
How?
What does it mean?
DAMN.
That's what I'm asking, lad.
ReplyDeleteI realize that, old man.
ReplyDeleteIt was rhetorical. Supposed to help me think. Didn't help much.
Obviously.
ReplyDeleteI don't see you coming up with anything.
ReplyDeleteOk, post the last 5 things it has said. (unless those five things were what it posted here.)
Crowley ol' chap are you still there?
ReplyDeleteMm...sorry. Here we go:
ReplyDelete"The dread of something after death,"
"Their currents turn awry,"
"Then it started like a guilty thing,"
"Passing through nature to eternity,"
"Foul deeds will rise, though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes,"
A lot from Hamlet. All that is, anyway.
See if you can get it to analyze those lines.
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna try to look for patterns and such.
Fun fact: for my last 2 posts I got a server error, then when I refreshed, my post was up. I hadn't even typed a captcha.
ReplyDeleteIt won't respond! Unless Robert Frost has a poem called, "Analyze Shakespeare quotes," I think we're out of luck here.
ReplyDeleteThat said, it is still working on the cure(s). The relevant equipment is working and its screen is showing progress.
Will it respond to mixes of Frost's quotes? Like part of a sentence is one quote, and another part is a second quote?
ReplyDeleteAlso, will it respond to his quotes that were not in his writings?
Perhaps. I haven't tried yet.
ReplyDeleteNo; only lines from his poems.
I see.
ReplyDeleteWow, its times like these that I wish I'd read more poetry.
It's something to do with the attack. Not that I don't like Shakespeare.
ReplyDelete...But it's stopped for now. I'll see if I can get it stable by tomorrow.
This makes absolutely no sense.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with getting it stable...
Crowley. Any chance you can get it back in here?
ReplyDeleteI mean, I DID just finish some english classes. I can probably drudge up some poems we could use to get some meaning from this wretched thing.
I can't guarantee anything for more than an hour, but...maybe...if I...yes. I think so. But I won't be available during the time.
ReplyDeleteAn hour will be plenty.
ReplyDeleteJust got to weed out the good poems from the bad.
Alright, let's see what we got here...
ReplyDeleteInput: One of my wishes is that those dark trees
Let's see what this gives us.
Input accepted. Response: His canon gains self-slaughter! O God! God!
ReplyDeleteIt give us more Hamlet. So unexpected.
ReplyDeleteWell, if we consider canon to mean member of the clergy, then I think he's saying one of His Indoctrinated is in for a nasty surprise.
ReplyDeleteHell if I know; I think the original line was actually AGAINST self-slaughter.
Next up. Input: So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze
Input accepted. Response: Frailty, thy name is Hercules!
ReplyDeleteNow on that one I don't have a damn thing.
ReplyDeleteInput: Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today
Input accepted. Response: Murder most plentiful.
ReplyDeleteNow this is just freaky.
ReplyDeleteInput: Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white
Input accepted. Response: Beggar that I am, I would drown the stage with tears.
ReplyDeleteInput: To which it is reserved for God above
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: The devil hath power to play with me.
ReplyDeleteDevil=Slendy?
ReplyDeleteCaptain Obvious!
Thank you, Tron. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteInput: And try if we cannot feel forsaken.
Input accepted. Response: When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
ReplyDeleteI expected it'd be overheated at this point...it's cold as ice. As dry ice? So cold it hurts to touch.
ReplyDeleteIt's over for now. I can't keep it up any longer. Again; I'll do my best to get it up tomorrow. 8 p.m., GMT.
Fucking A.
ReplyDeleteWell, this was a productive night.
We found out the Tablet could function at low temperatures. That's productive...
ReplyDeleteAlso, seriously, the hell? Why did it freeze? Any dementors nearby?
For when it is available again:
ReplyDeleteInput: The woods are lovely, dark and deep / but I have promises to keep/ and miles to go before I sleep / and miles to go before I sleep
Input: Bottles were dropped on Monday, May 9th, 2011 at 6:16am Atlantic time. Messages to Leviathan, Scylla and Charybdis have been delievered or are on the way to their recipients.
ReplyDeleteStatement: After being up for 36+ hours I'm going to bed. G'Night.
Input: A dented spider like a snow drop white
ReplyDeleteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -
Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight?
Alright...let's get this up. I'll re-enter your poems.
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: But I have that within which passeth slow / A fault to Heaven so fast they follow / But Hercules himself could not know such woe / 'Tis as easy to lie as it is to overthrow
ReplyDeleteInput accepted. Response: You would play on me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the heart of my strength.
ReplyDeleteNotification: Uploading new platform. Please direct further input to the new platform.
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