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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The halls of the Creator vessel are pristine and gleaming as one of the Creator scholars leads the way to a moderately sized room. Two rows of egg shaped chairs line the room, facing inward toward each other and a number of Creators in the white robe denoting scholars are standing about. One of them seems to be in the midst of a conversation with a small, strangely dressed rhino who is simply nodding as he listens to instructions. |
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| + | Doctor Felicity, the scholar that ran the previous round of tests is standing in the middle of the room, waiting to greet new subje- um, guests.<br> <br>Allista says, "whistles appreciatively as she follows the attendant through the Creator ship, taking it all in. It was her first time in such close contact, and in such a setting, but she walks with an easy, confident step and has a happy smile for everyone she meets."<br> <br>Allista whistles appreciatively as she follows the attendant through the Creator ship, taking it all in. It was her first time in such close contact, and in such a setting, but she walks with an easy, confident step and has a happy smile for everyone she meets.<br> <br>The scholar with the clipboard waits patiently as a few beings file in along with Allista, though she frowns just a little bit when Highlady Flora Longtail files in with the others. "Welcome!" her translator burbles, a moment after she starts speaking herself, "I am Doctor Felicity, the HEAD SCHOLAR for this little endeavor. My colleagues and I are grateful for your help. Everyone, please take a seat." She gestures to the egg shaped chairs. "Today we will have each of you take part in AN ILLUSIONARY TEST," she says, her translator filling in gaps in the language, "As you take your seats, a visor will lower and the ILLUSION will start. This may be a little disorienting, but we ask you to please relax and do not panic. There is nothing to be afraid of." She points out the miniature rhino, already climbing into a chair. "Dax here has had some experience with this equipment and will be joining you, as will one of our SCHOLARS. The whole process is perfectly safe. We will explain the rest once everyone is settled in."<br> <br>Allista tilts her head and blinks as she catches the doctor's expression, then looks around to find who it was aimed at. She gives High Lady Flora a nod and a grin, then starts moving to her seat. "Certainly, Doctor. Perfectly safe?" she asks, settling in.<br> <br>"Of course," Doctor Felicity says, "We would hardly ask you to do anything dangerous!" The various beings all make their way to seats, some aided by Creator scholars to make sure they are comfortable. The chairs tip slowly back into a gentle reclining position and dark visors lower over the eyes of the participating beings. For all those participating, there is a brief moment of blackness. For a moment, there is nothing at all, then, they stand in a small group on a featureless gray plain! Dax, the small rhino is standing with the group, wearing an outlandish jumpsuit like those worn by visiting Creators. | ||
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| + | "Welcome to the Grid," Dax says in a faintly mechanical voice, waving at the blank landscape, "A scholar should be with us momentarily."<br> <br>A soft rumble, and Flora smiles towards Allista as she settles in herself, her tails swishing lightly behind her. Her eyes cast out over the blank area, and her rumbling is apparent as she scratches her head curiously. "Flora... Flora remembers this part, yes. Flora will assume Flora doesn't have access today, yes?"<br> <br>The coyote's eyes widen for a moment, but Allista remains relaxed as she takes it in. "The grid?" she echoes. "How did we get here?" she looks from person to person, peering intently. "Or are you all illusions? Lady Doctor mentioned that..."<br> <br>"That is correct, Flora Longtail," comes a pleasant male voice as a Creator male in a plain, white jumpsuit appears, "I am Doctor Farnsworth and I will be in charge of today's examination." The Creator nods as Allista's question is echoed by several others. "Perhaps Dax here can explain in simple terms?" he half asks, looking down at the little rhino. | ||
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| + | "Yes, Sir," Dax says, lowering his head then turning to the other beings, "This is an illusion. All of it. We are not really standing here, all of us are comfortably sitting in chairs on the Creator ship." The rhino waves at the gray plain. "This is a safe place that we can make ideas seem real," he continues, "It will all seem real, but it is all inside of . . . um. . . a machine spirit? Yes. A machine spirit that interprets your thoughts."<br> <br>A soft rumble, a nod, and a tailflick from the feline as she watches the creator with a smile. "Flora figured as much, yes," she mumbles, before looking to Allista. "Flora would show, but Flora does not have access, no," the cat rumbles with a short nod, a small flick of her ears, before standing, perhaps a little restlessly.<br> <br>Allista whistles, placing her hands on her hips. "That's a neat trick. Alright then, so what are we doing here?"<br> <br>"An excellent question, Miss," Farnsworth says in response to Allista's question, "We only want to see what you will do with this sort of creative freedom. Anything you can think of here, you can do. In a moment, I will tell the machine spirit," he hesitates at that word and looks at Dax, though he waits for no confirmation before going on, "I will tell the machine spirit to give you anything you ask for and to follow your instructions. Then I will observe." The Creator looks around at the group of beings. "Are there any questions before we begin?"<br> <br>Flora mumbles a moment, before raising a brow. "As much as Flora would... Appreciate that gesture... Does mister Farnsworth think it's a good idea to give Flora access to all the creator knowledge?" the she-cat rumbles, glancing towards the creator-male, her tails swaying behind her. | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, she already mulls over the specific commands she'd like to try out, her ears flicking lightly.<br> <br>One of Allista's ears flicks. "Anything, huh?" she asks. "And you just want to watch?" she asks, curiously, trying to spot the Creator's angle. Then she smiles and nods her head. "Alright, then. I think I'm ready."<br> <br>Doctor Farnsworth smiles at Flora. "I did say anything, didn't I?" he says, "All you have to do is ask for it." He turns his smile on Allista. "That is all!" he says, "and please, enjoy yourselves!" The Creator steps back and takes a seat on a chair that seems to have come from nowhere. "Computer," he says, that must be the machine spirit's name, "Run Sandbox protocol P-12 Beta, voice code Free Range." A pleasant, if bland voice responds, "Voice code recognized, welcome Doctor Farnsworth. Protocol initiated!" Then everything goes silent and nothing happens.<br> <br>Flora squints momentarily, before looking towards Allista. "Flora... Flora somehow thinks it's a trap, yes. Because Flora is pretty sure giving beings Creator knowledge isn't allowed by mister creator Parson," the cat mumbles, scratching her head and flicking her tail. | ||
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| + | "For now, Flora would like manual manipulation active, yes," the cat mumbles, before she starts drawing shapes in the air. | ||
Revision as of 21:23, 14 May 2015
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14/5/478
Log
The halls of the Creator vessel are pristine and gleaming as one of the Creator scholars leads the way to a moderately sized room. Two rows of egg shaped chairs line the room, facing inward toward each other and a number of Creators in the white robe denoting scholars are standing about. One of them seems to be in the midst of a conversation with a small, strangely dressed rhino who is simply nodding as he listens to instructions.
Doctor Felicity, the scholar that ran the previous round of tests is standing in the middle of the room, waiting to greet new subje- um, guests.
Allista says, "whistles appreciatively as she follows the attendant through the Creator ship, taking it all in. It was her first time in such close contact, and in such a setting, but she walks with an easy, confident step and has a happy smile for everyone she meets."
Allista whistles appreciatively as she follows the attendant through the Creator ship, taking it all in. It was her first time in such close contact, and in such a setting, but she walks with an easy, confident step and has a happy smile for everyone she meets.
The scholar with the clipboard waits patiently as a few beings file in along with Allista, though she frowns just a little bit when Highlady Flora Longtail files in with the others. "Welcome!" her translator burbles, a moment after she starts speaking herself, "I am Doctor Felicity, the HEAD SCHOLAR for this little endeavor. My colleagues and I are grateful for your help. Everyone, please take a seat." She gestures to the egg shaped chairs. "Today we will have each of you take part in AN ILLUSIONARY TEST," she says, her translator filling in gaps in the language, "As you take your seats, a visor will lower and the ILLUSION will start. This may be a little disorienting, but we ask you to please relax and do not panic. There is nothing to be afraid of." She points out the miniature rhino, already climbing into a chair. "Dax here has had some experience with this equipment and will be joining you, as will one of our SCHOLARS. The whole process is perfectly safe. We will explain the rest once everyone is settled in."
Allista tilts her head and blinks as she catches the doctor's expression, then looks around to find who it was aimed at. She gives High Lady Flora a nod and a grin, then starts moving to her seat. "Certainly, Doctor. Perfectly safe?" she asks, settling in.
"Of course," Doctor Felicity says, "We would hardly ask you to do anything dangerous!" The various beings all make their way to seats, some aided by Creator scholars to make sure they are comfortable. The chairs tip slowly back into a gentle reclining position and dark visors lower over the eyes of the participating beings. For all those participating, there is a brief moment of blackness. For a moment, there is nothing at all, then, they stand in a small group on a featureless gray plain! Dax, the small rhino is standing with the group, wearing an outlandish jumpsuit like those worn by visiting Creators.
"Welcome to the Grid," Dax says in a faintly mechanical voice, waving at the blank landscape, "A scholar should be with us momentarily."
A soft rumble, and Flora smiles towards Allista as she settles in herself, her tails swishing lightly behind her. Her eyes cast out over the blank area, and her rumbling is apparent as she scratches her head curiously. "Flora... Flora remembers this part, yes. Flora will assume Flora doesn't have access today, yes?"
The coyote's eyes widen for a moment, but Allista remains relaxed as she takes it in. "The grid?" she echoes. "How did we get here?" she looks from person to person, peering intently. "Or are you all illusions? Lady Doctor mentioned that..."
"That is correct, Flora Longtail," comes a pleasant male voice as a Creator male in a plain, white jumpsuit appears, "I am Doctor Farnsworth and I will be in charge of today's examination." The Creator nods as Allista's question is echoed by several others. "Perhaps Dax here can explain in simple terms?" he half asks, looking down at the little rhino.
"Yes, Sir," Dax says, lowering his head then turning to the other beings, "This is an illusion. All of it. We are not really standing here, all of us are comfortably sitting in chairs on the Creator ship." The rhino waves at the gray plain. "This is a safe place that we can make ideas seem real," he continues, "It will all seem real, but it is all inside of . . . um. . . a machine spirit? Yes. A machine spirit that interprets your thoughts."
A soft rumble, a nod, and a tailflick from the feline as she watches the creator with a smile. "Flora figured as much, yes," she mumbles, before looking to Allista. "Flora would show, but Flora does not have access, no," the cat rumbles with a short nod, a small flick of her ears, before standing, perhaps a little restlessly.
Allista whistles, placing her hands on her hips. "That's a neat trick. Alright then, so what are we doing here?"
"An excellent question, Miss," Farnsworth says in response to Allista's question, "We only want to see what you will do with this sort of creative freedom. Anything you can think of here, you can do. In a moment, I will tell the machine spirit," he hesitates at that word and looks at Dax, though he waits for no confirmation before going on, "I will tell the machine spirit to give you anything you ask for and to follow your instructions. Then I will observe." The Creator looks around at the group of beings. "Are there any questions before we begin?"
Flora mumbles a moment, before raising a brow. "As much as Flora would... Appreciate that gesture... Does mister Farnsworth think it's a good idea to give Flora access to all the creator knowledge?" the she-cat rumbles, glancing towards the creator-male, her tails swaying behind her.
Meanwhile, she already mulls over the specific commands she'd like to try out, her ears flicking lightly.
One of Allista's ears flicks. "Anything, huh?" she asks. "And you just want to watch?" she asks, curiously, trying to spot the Creator's angle. Then she smiles and nods her head. "Alright, then. I think I'm ready."
Doctor Farnsworth smiles at Flora. "I did say anything, didn't I?" he says, "All you have to do is ask for it." He turns his smile on Allista. "That is all!" he says, "and please, enjoy yourselves!" The Creator steps back and takes a seat on a chair that seems to have come from nowhere. "Computer," he says, that must be the machine spirit's name, "Run Sandbox protocol P-12 Beta, voice code Free Range." A pleasant, if bland voice responds, "Voice code recognized, welcome Doctor Farnsworth. Protocol initiated!" Then everything goes silent and nothing happens.
Flora squints momentarily, before looking towards Allista. "Flora... Flora somehow thinks it's a trap, yes. Because Flora is pretty sure giving beings Creator knowledge isn't allowed by mister creator Parson," the cat mumbles, scratching her head and flicking her tail.
"For now, Flora would like manual manipulation active, yes," the cat mumbles, before she starts drawing shapes in the air.
