Built To Last

[We Just Write]

unless they can one shot Endbringer

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C: They're working on it.

 

[waffelmeister]

Armsmaster will be known as the cape that could 1v1 Leviathan though, so he's got that going for him. One attack then fleeing is a pretty powerful statement.

Next up: Trickster lobotomy and Noelle upload i assume.

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"We removed all of the Simurgh bombs in his head, and the remainder can fit on a SIM card."

 

[We Just Write]

(Noelle)
Date Point: 0832, April 30th, 2011. Thursday.

I snapped to awareness in a hospital bed. And... I could think clearly. There were no urges to eat people, nothing of the sort. I looked down, and I had actual human legs. No horrible mass of monster mouths and fucked up... stuff. But... something was off.

That tube plugged into my arm wasn't an IV. It was a cable. Why would a cable be plugged into someone?

Before I could think myself into a panic, someone spoke.

"Noelle Meinhardt? I'm Ruggedizer, and I'd like to know how you're doing."

I blinked, turning to see a woman in lightweight armor. The upper half of her face was covered by a visor with cartoony eye graphics on it, conveying well-meaning concern.

"Mostly, I'm just confused. What happened? Where is Krouse? Why am..."

Why am I not a monster.

Ruggedizer nodded.

"Let's start with what happened. A while back, I developed the technology to transfer people's minds into newly built robotic bodies; we call that process uploading. Trickster cut a deal that got you uploaded and your mind repaired, but as a condition he had to turn himself and Ballistic in to the PRT for their crimes."

...That would explain the cable.

"So... I'm a robot now?"

"Yes, though aside from setting off metal detectors and being three times the density of a human, you can basically live a normal life. You can unplug that cable now, by the way."

That was a major improvement from what I'd previously had to deal with. As Ruggedizer suggested, I unplugged the cable from my arm, and sat up on the edge of the hospital bed. As I got into a sitting position, something occurred to me.

"Um, Ruggedizer? What happened to my old body. You know, once I was out of it."

Ruggedizer took a breath, then answered.

"Your old body went berserk immediately after the uploading machine fired. Fortunately we'd prepared for that sort of outcome, so it wasn't able to hurt anyone before it was incinerated. I'd ask if you wanted the cremains, but you'd need a box the size of a refrigerator."

...Wait a moment, why couldn't I remember any of this!? Even though I was only sometimes lucid back in my old body, I definitely had at least some idea what was going on. And I just blurted that out loud...

Ruggedizer seemed startled. But she quickly regained her composure.

"Unfortunately, your power was not the only source of damage to your mind. After uploading you, but before waking you up, we examined your mind in extreme detail, and found extensive signs of tampering. Most likely by the Simurgh. After extensive consultation with the PRT and your teammates, it was decided to err on the side of caution."

"Ruggedizer, how bad was it?"

"As of right now, approximately a fifth of your mind is bespoke code replacing sabotaged or otherwise damaged sections. At their own request, Sundancer and Genesis have been uploaded and received similar treatment. Though they were able to retain a larger portion of their original minds."

"Are Genesis and Sundancer going to jail too?"

"No. They're currently in the process of signing up with the Protectorate."

Then something utterly horrible occurred to me.

"Am I still at risk of making evil clones if I touch people?"

There was a brief pause, before Ruggedizer answered.

"We tested while you were out; you don't make clones by touching people anymore. I can definitively state that you still have a parahuman ability, but I cannot tell you any particular details of the power you have."

"I guess I'll have to go through power testing, then."

Another horrible possibility came to mind.

"Um, I'm not under arrest, am I?"

"No. Upon consultation with legal professionals, all the charges against you were thrown out on grounds of insanity. You weren't in control of yourself, and since you've been brought back to sanity, there's no reason to view you as an ongoing danger."

One last question, then.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the Reliabuilt factory complex, in Brockton Bay."

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(Herman)
Date Point: 0710, April 30th, 2011. Thursday.

Screw 'untiring robot body', I was exhausted. But I had completed the task assigned to me.

"Melissa, I've finished reprogramming Noelle's Dynalith."

My senior nodded in contemplation.

"Thank you, Herman. I know it was a major job on very short notice, but it really needed to be done."

"Here's the report on Noelle's new power. I'm taking today off."

As it turned out, Noelle's power only slightly relied on connections to other Dynaliths. Most of it was all her, given that her Dynalith was an extremely powerful emulator for exotic phenomena. Not as efficient as a more specialized Dynalith, but able to copy nearly anything you threw at it on very short notice. And given that it was one of those Dynaliths Cauldron had utterly botched reconfiguring, it was burning through its energy reserves at an entirely unsustainable rate.

To solve the problem, I'd activated the "deploy energy collectors" subroutine of the Dynalith. I'd also turned Noelle into a Tinker, one specialized in robot duplicates replicating the abilities of extant parahumans - though notably not robots that were themselves Tinkers. That offloaded most of the more basic capabilities onto hardware distinct from the Dynalith itself - while still giving us access to the extreme potential that Dynalith had.

All those thoughts aside, I was going to bed now.

 

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(Tanya)

I abruptly snapped to awareness in a parlor. My flight harness was missing, I was completely unarmed, there was a tea set on the table in front of me, and - quickly looking around the room revealed there were no doors here. The woman sitting across the table seemed to be scrutinizing me.

"Tanya von Degurechaff? I am Maria Sykes. I have some questions for you."

I blinked. I had been captured? And I was being interrogated? But this didn't match the known interrogation practices of any of the Empire's adversaries - especially not the communists I had just been fighting.

"How did I get here? There aren't any doors."

The enigmatic Maria took a sip of tea, then answered my question.

"That is classified information. Now, what's the last thing you remember before arriving here?"

That. Under what circumstances was that a sensible question to ask?

"You're hesitating. Please do not make me compel an answer."

"I last remember going to sleep in a foxhole, during combat operations against the Russy Federation."

Maria nodded, apparently thinking for a moment.

"I see you didn't lie. I'm glad you're cooperating."

That was blatant manipulation. But also brought to mind something rather important.

"What will you do to me after the interrogation?"

"That is classified information. I'm aware that answer is distressing, but protocol must be followed. Next question, do you remember how you got here?"

I blinked.

"What. No, I don't know how I got here, aren't you the one who brought me here?"

Actually, there was one tiny suspicion starting to develop, but there were too many other factors that didn't fit.

"That is classified information."

I just kept ruminating on my first death for a whole minute, when Maria spoke up again.

"This concludes the interrogation."

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(Tanya)
The sudden shift in location was jarring, the uncanny interrogation room being abruptly replaced with what seemed to be an entirely normal classroom. Maria was still here though, and that smile was not encouraging.

"Good news, Tanya. We've determined your existence does not inherently present a security risk. Now to explain some things you found confusing during the interrogation. The interrogation room was a simulated space, as is this classroom. You were there because you suddenly appeared in our citizen manufacture pipeline, tripping the extradimensional interference alarms."

Before I could fully process the implications of 'citizen manufacture pipeline', Maria bowled ahead.

"Considering the dire implications of Neohadea's existence being uncovered by the Warrior Entity, we take absolutely no chances with unauthorized interdimensional access."

That wasn't helpful!

"What do you mean by 'citizen manufacture pipeline'!? This doesn't make any sense!"

Maria blinked.

"It seems I got ahead of myself. Neohadea is a civilization of robots founded to combat a multiversal threat, referred to as the Warrior Entity. One of the new synthetic brains coming off the assembly line abruptly activated before it was supposed to, tripping the alarms. That's you, by the way."

So I'd been reincarnated again. And in a way that immediately destroyed any chance of keeping my status a secret.

"Oh."

Maria nodded,

"Having dug through your mind - including the bits we had to prod you into retrieving with that interrogation - we've determined that you pose no more security risk than any other Neohadean citizen. Which also means said citizenship is available if you want it, along with the rights it entails."

I blinked.

"I really hope that you don't practice conscription."

"We don't."

 

[ujub77]

Well good for Tanya. She just needs a bit of time to acclimate and she is golden. I can't imagine her doing anything even remotely close to what she experienced in 2nd life.

 

[We Just Write]

C: The snip with Tanya being reincarnated is non-canon. There is a Neohadean named Tanya who looks basically the same, but she isn't a reincarnate, has no extra memories, and there is no Being X.

 

[ujub77]

C: The snip with Tanya being reincarnated is non-canon. There is a Neohadean named Tanya who looks basically the same, but she isn't a reincarnate, has no extra memories, and there is no Being X.

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I mean even if this is canon it wouldn't affect plot at all because peaceful life is thing Tanya wants the most. She'll be perfectly happy on some bureaucrat job.