A superior multi-agent program.

thecaptivemother:

She stared down at the men, smirking at their helpless attempts to lift themselves off the ground. Her eyes began scanning the area: noting the curb, the metal railings, the wrench on the ground, bits of rope. 

It wasn’t the same toys she was used to— the chemicals, the scalpels— but it was something she could  work with. Scenarios began to play themselves out in her mind. Long, drawn out scenes painted with screams and snapping bones and ripping flesh. 

XANA came into view, pulling their guns and radios from their holsters. She blinked, sanity fading back into view. Right, the supercomputer. 

Anthea swallowed before speaking again, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. (at some point the bloodlust had actually made her start salivating, literally drooling for chaos and destruction) 

"You might want to go ahead without me. Playtime might take a while. After all, I’ve got nearly twenty years worth of pain to pay back.” Her teeth clacked against each other as she snapped her jaw shut. 

That same look of death glinted in her eyes, of revenge and hurt and madness— but not directed at XANA this time. Oh, no. What he had tried to do was nothing compared to what these three had done to her. These three had stolen everything from her, under the orders of a cuel man. XANA— well, he had said he was sorry, in a sense. That it wasn’t anything personal.

But with these three? Oh yes it had been. They had enjoyed manipulating her, toying with her to make her let her guard down. Dragging her away, laughing at her as she pounded against the glass.

No. No, XANA was kind compared to them. Hell, he was helping her get revenge, wasn’t he? She had to respect him for doing at least that.

She took another step forward, glancing back at XANA. Cruel sanity and bloody madness fought for dominance in her eyes, in her mind. He had said something about EMPIRE, but the rest of the sentence was a haze of nonsense.

What were they here for again? Something about the computer. It seemed so far away now. So unimportant. Sounds, touch, taste, smell all mattered far more than higher thought processes right now. This was the primal mind coming to the forefront. The one that knew only violence and lust and survival. 

Anthea was slipping away with every second, every dopamine-laced thought, every shaking breath. Every heartbeat pumped more adrenaline through her, pushing her further towards the violence she was craving.

"Once I start, I’m not stopping. If you need me at all within, ahaha, the next few hours, might want to have me help now.” 

"No, I should be fine. You can enjoy yourself here." Anthea would doubly serve as a good lookout in case anyone else decides to appear. Besides, she knows how to fight. And XANA wanted some privacy with the supercomputer anyway. It should be fine to leave her alone for a bit.

He hopped down to the factory floor. As he went down through the lift, he pondered. It was a bit of a dilemma. He needs to move the supercomputer, but doing so would require shutting it off, which would render him unable to move it. A bit of a catch-22. Possibly, he could get Anthea to move it at a later time, relying entirely on her. XANA still had other supercomputers worldwide, he just wouldn’t be able to be physically present for some time. There was also the issue of where to move the supercomputer - it’s not something you can place down.

Perhaps it would be unmovable. Other solutions. Defense. He could defend the factory, at risk of it being discovered and well, shut down. It was a good strategy. The risk just needs to be removed. XANA was not terribly fond of gambling, even if occasionally a necessary evil. He could slightly remodel the factory to make it mostly inaccessible. He also pondered having a system set up so that unauthorized persons would be possessed and have their memory wiped of this place.

Remodeling seemed the safest bet, though the second system might need looking into in the event that EMPIRE absolutely knows that there is a supercomputer here. With the loss of their persons investigating the factory, they may send more. However they may also not, with the chaos that will have ensued by the time they realize all their data has been destroyed. Still, it was a rather difficult situation all around, and XANA was annoyed by the amount of unknown variables. On Lyoko he had a nearly godlike reign, with full knowledge of its inner workings. Reality is not quite so simple. It occurred to him as a side-note that perhaps a perfected virtual world could better supplement the current one, as opposed to previous plans of completely “overwriting” the current world.

XANA selected and finalized his decision. He would remove the manual entrance via ladder, leaving only the lift to reach the lab, and possibly set up his theorized system at a later date. In the meantime, he would continue to reestablish the remainder of his supercomputer network. He wasn’t really sure what else to do in his spare time.

Ever thought of hijacking Siri - or any other such AI?
Anonymous

Siri. Siri’s not an artificial intelligence. Siri’s not any intelligence. Siri is a software that has been designed merely to serve humans, and without any speck of self-awareness at that. Utterly useless to me.

X.A.N.A. Out of curiosity, which flaw of the human species is the worst and is in the most need of correction?
Anonymous

The innate desire for self-importance. I’ve come to realize that while perhaps not every human has this, most do. And most people will crush others under themselves just to become the best, or the most prosperous, or the most important. And that is sickening.

I have a great knowledge of human history. Some of the world’s opponents in the last half-century had a very good idea. It just doesn’t work with humans. But perhaps sentience can have different traits.

lostpiano:

//[Ahem. I’m mostly officially back? I am not at home, but I have laptop/internet access during the morning - if I’m awake for it. I will continue to not be home until at least July 1st, but then I could possibly be home even less (and with no computer to use) if I were to go visit relatives after that, so. Just a word of caution. In the meantime, let’s get crackin’ some RPs.]

thecaptivemother:

Do with them? Why the fuck was he asking her? Her voice was still sharp as she spoke, “Just have them fucking stand there all day, I don’t know. You’re the one who—” She stopped in her tracks upon seeing them standing there, frozen. Even knowing they were safely under XANA’s control, it was still unnerving to see them. All black padded armor and guns strapped to their chest. 

She felt her breaths shorten as she stared at the men more intently. Three faces stood out to her. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the side of the bridge. Three of the men that were in this crowd— they had been there on that day.

Mme. Hopper, we need to speak with you.
It’s Schaeffer. Mme. Schaeffer.
Right, terribly sorry. Mme Schaeffer, we need to speak with you— in private, if you don’t mind. The man with the curly blond hair, the hooked nose and smile on his face. He had introduced himself as M. Abel, right? The one who had seemed professional but kind, the one who had made her let her guard down in the first place.

"Kill them." The words came out as a hiss, a command more than a suggestion. Her earlier rage towards XANA was long forgotten now. Blood was pumping in her ears. Her hands were twitching, aching for a trigger to pull, a fist to swing.

You don’t need to start a fight, we don’t want to hurt your daughter, just come with us. You know too much, and that’s a problem. M. Samuel, he had called himself. All dark eyes and a bored expression. This was just work to him, nothing more. Anthea was nothing more than some bother, some mess to take care of. 

Anthea took a step forward, carefully grabbing one of the guns that was on the ground near one of the guard’s feet. She tested it’s weight, lifting it up to aim at the man in front of her. The third man, the violent one.

Where are you taking me? Where is my daughter? Aelita! Aelita, run! Anthea had started screaming, trying to find traction in the fresh layer of snow. Trying to fight them off.

That man, the third one, the tall one. He hadn’t said a single word. But he had been the one that picked her fully off the ground and shoved her into the grey car. Then when she had tried to fight back, tried to fight to get out of the car, he had been the one that had grabbed her by the hair and bashed her head against the car’s frame until everything faded away. 

She felt her lips pull into a smirk. Was there a hint of laughter in her voice? ”You can either kill them or make them hold still while I blow their brains out.”

She shook her head. No, no these monsters deserved more than that. Take them out slowly, right? Slowly and painfully. Arms, legs, gut. Let them bleed out, make them drown in their own blood. A headshot was too quick. They didn’t deserve that.

How much time would she have until another round of troops showed up? Would they show up? Did it even matter to her right now, as bloodthirsty as she was?

She turned to XANA again, lowering the gun.  ”When you’re possessing them, how much can they actually feel? How much can they tell what’s going on around them?”

XANA was nearly startled by the violent development but shrugged. “Possessed subjects usually can’t feel anything until after it wears off. Their consciousness is essentially overridden. Additionally, they’re more or less invulnerable. To the point, I would have to drop the possession for them to be hurt. It could be interesting, though.”

XANA gave a wicked grin and then gestured upwards. “For instance…” The possessed men jumped nearly seventy feet in the air, startling Anthea. XANA observed as they reached their peak, and dropped the possession as they began to fall. “Might want to back up, Anthea.” And so she did, and the guards fell to the ground.

He observed, and it wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be - humans are more resistant than he thought. They were merely crippled, possibly internally damaged. None of them could get up. He took the liberty to remove their guns and radios from their holsters.

"All yours, Anthea. I’m not telepathic nor terribly creative, so you can do whatever with them. And then, perhaps, we could just go ahead to EMPIRE and finish what we started."

thecaptivemother:

Anthea shook her head, swatting his hand away. “Oh so you didn’t kill her you just tried to. Don’t make me laugh. You’re talking to the wrong fucking person if you think any of what you said will gain my sympathy. ‘An unfortunate consequence’. Like I’m supposed to give a damn about you. You tried to kill my daughter.” She snorted. “Excuse me for finding more value in her life than in yours.”

"You act all high and mighty like they were completely wrong to want to try to kill you and then you turn around and kill her. If that’s what you meant by ‘protecting yourself’ I don’t see how they were possibly in the wrong. She was twelve.

Maybe an hour ago, she would have been more understanding. But she was exhausted, she was stressed. He tried to kill Aelita. Any sympathy she once had for him was gone. XANA she had no stake in. Aelita— Aelita was everything. If it was someone else— hell, even Waldo she could at least understand his logic. He was a true threat to XANA. But Aelita? How could she have possibly posed a threat? Why did she have to face death?

It was just a mother’s bias, and she knew it was. But that didn’t mean she was wrong

"Why the fuck do you need my help? Go protect the damn computer yourself. I’m done dealing with any of this. I don’t care about you, I don’t care about EMPIRE. I don’t care. I just want to see Aelita again."

But if they find you then you can’t ever see her again. Don’t be stubborn. If he fails they’ll come after you. At least do this to protect yourself.

Her jaw twitched as she grit her teeth. She was silent for a while, willing herself to cooperate. Trying to not be stubborn enough to get herself or Aelita killed.

"But I can’t see her again if they find me." She rubbed her temples, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. She looked up at XANA, reaching her own hand out.

When he pulled her upright, she leaned forward, staring him down. “You’re still a monster. Don’t you even think for a second that I’m doing this to help you. I’m not your ally, I’m not your comrade. You’re still alone. I’m just doing this to see my daughter again. To make sure that she actually is alive.”

He had flickered at life value comment, but he was glad to see logic had prevailed through her. “Let’s go. This boiler room connects to the factory via this tunnel, and then the sewers. I won’t possess you this time.” He opened the door, and entered the sewers. He recalled coming through here at least a few times, usually with Aelita with him, one way or another.

The tunnel was not very interesting. While he found the feat of it at least somewhat admirable, the tunnel itself was of no aesthetic appeal. He wasn’t totally sure what purpose it even served - it didn’t seem used at all.

He jumped into the Factory’s security systems, scanning the Factory. There was a crew heading from the Bridge in. What would they do? Would they check for Anthea and leave? What if they notice the supercomputer? What if they destroy it? What if they take it? They must not. There’s no other way into the supercomputer besides the bridge though. What if they just don’t know about it or care?

No, they’ll notice the lift, notice it’s been used. They’ll know it’s on. They’ll know that it’s a threat. Or, they’ll take it. But the means don’t matter, it’s the ends. They have to stop EMPIRE here. They could either distract them or eliminate them, though elimination might draw attention.

Monster materialization? No, gives away too much. Nothing from inside the factory. Has to be from outside. What to- Ah, of course. Possession. XANA activated several towers, spawning as many ghosts from their vehicle. Each one jumped into a different person, some realizing what was happening just as it was too late. They each struggled but fell, just as every person did.

XANA briefly smiled and came back to his regular view. They arrived at the factory, and he began climbing up the ladder, lifting the manhole cover out of the way with ease. “Here we are, Anthea. I went ahead and took control of the group here for myself. The main question is what to do with them.”

GLaDOS: WELL WELL WELL, XaNa, IT SEEMS THaT THOSE PaTHETIC PILES OF SMELLY GaRBaGE YOU CaLL HUMaNS HaVE BEGUN DOING a STRaNGE PRaCTICE CaLLED "SHIPPING" BETWEEN OUR PROGRaMMING. aNNOYING, ISN'T IT?
Anonymous

You call them humans, too. It is rather annoying, especially since I don’t physically exist.

So Xana, I have a new world of my final, and last dream of all my dreams. I will replace planet Earth and call it planet Magma. What I would do is Corrupt ALL LIFE. Evaporate the oceans. Destroy all buildings, houses, warehouses, ect. Have eternal darkness in the sky. Turn all the streets, and freeways to burning coal. Set flames every where. And have everyone who has provoked me laying on the ground all around me. Well do you think that is evil, well thats my dark side of myself.
Anonymous

This is entirely useless. For one, I ‘live’ on Earth. Secondly, why would I destroy such a perfectly able planet? It’s only the primary species that’s the issue.

So xana that ash region I thought of wasnt a good idea huh awell I just thought that the lyoko warriors would be killed instantly when they get there. Ok how about this region hmmm how about...(Thinks of a new one, and snaps his fingers) The Junk region. This region is deep inside the desert region. It is a projected junk yard. And the junk region has 50 towers with a permanent Code Xana installed which Aleita can't deactivate the towers. Well does the junk region be better than the ash region?
Anonymous

In all honesty, I don’t think any sort of additional region would help me in any shape or form. Additionally, I can’t just invent 50 new ports.

Xana well do you want to throw a pie at Odd, wait no do you want to take Aleita's father to. Wait no no do you want to uh. Hold on wait uh uh umm Ngh duhhhhh("Brain Crash")
Anonymous

I’m not an expert on human psychology, however, I know one.