Post by Three Fourteen on Jun 13, 2022 17:11:13 GMT -5
Three Fourteen walked down the West City street. It was curious. She had memories of this place. She had often observed it from a distance. It had seemed like paradise; a sanctuary of glittering spires and wonders unmatched anywhere else on the planet. It was also somewhere that she had only been able to visit covertly and with great risk.
She didn’t feel particularly worried about that now. With her red hair, dark bandana and casual clothing she didn’t look too dissimilar to the majority of the humans enjoying the day. She never had. What had changed, though, was internal. The woman she had once been might have been concerned about threats to her safety and freedom. Such concerns were no longer relevant.
Three Fourteen was leisurely in her strolling, her eyes passing disinterestedly across shops she had once dreamed of being able to visit. Now the items within seemed paltry. The technology she had access to far outstripped these primitive designs. Wristwatches and personal computers. Hand-held fans and consumer-grade scouters, all the rage to tease your friends, or brag. They were a waste of precious metal and plastic. Strange to think that she would have loved nothing more than to smash and grab these stores just a short time ago. Now that she could do so with barely any effort and it still didn’t feel as though it would be worth the trouble.
“HEY! I know you!”
Three Fourteen’s head turned to regard the raised voice. He was a little taller than she was, human, his power level was insignificant though he was dressed in the uniform of the West City Police Department. He had a gun – primitive and of no significant danger to her - a badge, which would have once evoked strong feelings of fear and distaste from her, a scouter – entirely useless, and a pair of handcuffs that he was hauling off his belt. Interesting. The handcuffs would be equally useless against her. He should have made use of his radio immediately. That was the most inconvenient item at his disposal.
“You’re a wanted bandit! Chock-something!”
“You have me confused with someone else. My name is Three Fourteen.”
She turned on her heel and continued to walk. The man reached out and grabbed her hand. He was startled to find himself pulled along for a moment, before he managed to swing himself around in front of her and block her path.
Interesting. She reached out with her senses and infiltrated the scouter. Immediately the device burst into life, giving her a reading of 50. Respectable for a human but far from what she was swiftly learning was a legally mandated limit before one needed to be placed on some manner of registry. Very interesting.
Three Fourteen regarded him coolly. It was tempting to simply disintegrate this man here and now – but doing so would cause widespread panic. That would impede her exploration of the city, and it was important that she ascertain whether there were any usable materials present.
“No. I am not.” She said, calmly. “You have no reason or ability to detain me. Your equipment was merely malfunctioning. I suggest you leave me be.”
“We’ll just see about that!”
To her mild bemusement, the Officer lunged at her, apparently intent on trying to put the handcuffs on her. She stepped around his effort, letting him crash into the window she had been looking at – thankfully not hard enough to break it.
She didn’t feel particularly worried about that now. With her red hair, dark bandana and casual clothing she didn’t look too dissimilar to the majority of the humans enjoying the day. She never had. What had changed, though, was internal. The woman she had once been might have been concerned about threats to her safety and freedom. Such concerns were no longer relevant.
Three Fourteen was leisurely in her strolling, her eyes passing disinterestedly across shops she had once dreamed of being able to visit. Now the items within seemed paltry. The technology she had access to far outstripped these primitive designs. Wristwatches and personal computers. Hand-held fans and consumer-grade scouters, all the rage to tease your friends, or brag. They were a waste of precious metal and plastic. Strange to think that she would have loved nothing more than to smash and grab these stores just a short time ago. Now that she could do so with barely any effort and it still didn’t feel as though it would be worth the trouble.
“HEY! I know you!”
Three Fourteen’s head turned to regard the raised voice. He was a little taller than she was, human, his power level was insignificant though he was dressed in the uniform of the West City Police Department. He had a gun – primitive and of no significant danger to her - a badge, which would have once evoked strong feelings of fear and distaste from her, a scouter – entirely useless, and a pair of handcuffs that he was hauling off his belt. Interesting. The handcuffs would be equally useless against her. He should have made use of his radio immediately. That was the most inconvenient item at his disposal.
“You’re a wanted bandit! Chock-something!”
“You have me confused with someone else. My name is Three Fourteen.”
She turned on her heel and continued to walk. The man reached out and grabbed her hand. He was startled to find himself pulled along for a moment, before he managed to swing himself around in front of her and block her path.
“Nice try, lady! I’m not picking up any power level from you, and your face isn’t in the registry. I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing, but that’s enough either way. You're under arrest and you’re coming with me.”
Interesting. She reached out with her senses and infiltrated the scouter. Immediately the device burst into life, giving her a reading of 50. Respectable for a human but far from what she was swiftly learning was a legally mandated limit before one needed to be placed on some manner of registry. Very interesting.
Three Fourteen regarded him coolly. It was tempting to simply disintegrate this man here and now – but doing so would cause widespread panic. That would impede her exploration of the city, and it was important that she ascertain whether there were any usable materials present.
“No. I am not.” She said, calmly. “You have no reason or ability to detain me. Your equipment was merely malfunctioning. I suggest you leave me be.”
“We’ll just see about that!”
To her mild bemusement, the Officer lunged at her, apparently intent on trying to put the handcuffs on her. She stepped around his effort, letting him crash into the window she had been looking at – thankfully not hard enough to break it.
“Sir. You believe me to be a dangerous bandit. If I were, would I be reacting as calmly to your attempt to assault me as I am? Cease embarrassing yourself.”
(Powerlevel: 20,000 - Antisense is active - Wordcount: 661 - Used Utility Technique: Incalculable Variable)
Utility Technique || Incalculable Variable
Three Fourteen is able to integrate with and control technology and other computer systems, pitting her own mind against the existant code. Where there is no true AI this is usually trivial, though AI can put up a significant struggle. Player character possessions always require consent to be controlled by the Incalculable Variable that is Three Fourteen's mind.
Three Fourteen is able to integrate with and control technology and other computer systems, pitting her own mind against the existant code. Where there is no true AI this is usually trivial, though AI can put up a significant struggle. Player character possessions always require consent to be controlled by the Incalculable Variable that is Three Fourteen's mind.