asking for straight pride is like asking for able bodied parking spaces
thats a really good comparison because there are about seventy able bodied parking spaces to one disabled and able bodied people still insist on using the ones that arent theirs
{I think I speak for both of us when I say we’re ready for any task you have for us, Fleet Admiral.} The AI chirped.
“Am I missing something?” The carrier asked irritably. “I’m just a girl, remember? What good is flesh and blood going to do against a Reaper?”
She rose to her feet, pacing around with frustration and unable to sit still any longer.
“What good am I any more? You can’t even recycle me for scrap. And you want me to protect a star system? I’d love to, Sir, but I can’t. Unless there’s something else I don’t know?”
“For that, Adrianna, you’ll have to take it up with the Technology Council themselves. One moment…” Red replied, his omni-tool activating for a moment as he tapped for a specific contact.
A moment passed as they waited for the other party to pick up on the hail.
Soon, a cheery chime sounded as the hologram of an Oriental human female appeared across from them, dressed in a uniform of white and grey with a geometric-themed red emblem. The holoconference soon synced up with Adrianna to let her be a part of the conversation as well.
“Ah, Fleet Admiral! Judging by the look of Halcyon and that other girl beside you, I take it this isn’t a social call.” The woman remarked with a faint accent and a look of bemusement.
A humoring smile from Red, as he shook his head lightly. “Unfortunately it isn’t. Tempest, Adrianna, meet Hong Xiaoyu, Director of the Institute of Applied Synthetic Intelligence. She’s part of the Technology Council, and the one leading this particular starship project. Halcyon’s talked with her before.”
A look of curiosity came over Xiaoyu’s features as she looked at Tempest. “I can only assume the new girl wants to know more about Project Stratos. Very well then, feel free to ask away. I’m sure you have many questions.”
“GDS Tempest Eternal, nice to meet you Director.” Tempest said briefly. “And my partner, Adrianna.”
{A true honour, Director.} The AI joined in. {The Fleet Admiral has briefed us on the premise of your project. It sounds intriguing. I volunteered our services on my behalf, myself and Tempest have a wide range of operational experience, so hopefully you might find it useful. Even if it turns out to be a waste of time, I would much rather that than withhold information.}
“More importantly, Director, when is the first batch going to be ready?” Tempest added impatiently. “The sooner they’re here, the sooner I can be back out there.”
Director Xiaoyu had a look of thoughtfulness. “As a matter of fact, Adrianna, it would not be a waste at all. The starships and resident AIs born from Project Stratos are so new that they need every little bit of experience that can be taught. You’d be pleased to know that they’re quick learners.”
“As for your question, Tempest, Project Stratos is nearing Phase 2, which is the field deployment stage. We estimate another 4 to 5 days are needed for additional fittings and calibration before the first detachment is deployed.”
Again, Director Xiaoyu looked thoughtful. “There’s also another matter to do with Project Stratos that’s related rather closely to you and your sisters. Shipgirl metaphysics is, admittedly, not my area of expertise. But I can say I know some basics.”
“Your existences and indeed, consciousnesses themselves, are derived from the shared experiences and ‘life’ of your crew. Small or big, crew size appears to matter not. Yet I have had a pondering of my own.”
The Director looked at Tempest. “The starships of Project Stratos are primarily controlled by AIs, with as small a crew as possible to reduce casualties in the event of destruction. Do you suppose that will impact the probability of them returning in the form of shipgirls? I understand this is a rather complex question, but I encourage your thoughts on it, whatever they may be.”
do you ever feel victimized by fanfic authors when you make them fanart and then they give YOU compliments and you try to give THEM compliments and its a vicious cycle??? ♥♥ ft. @nicolareed
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch
everytime someone brings up this kinda trope, i always think of this scene
this is such a good example of “Oh man if you do this you’re totes as bad as me” like no bitch I’m protecting the damn universe by stabbing you you fuckwad
a personal favourite from my childhood
Someone gimme that Pratchett quote from Men At Arms, you guys know da one!
*snaps fingers frenetically*
‘If you have
to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you
entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over
people, and they want to see you in fear.
They want you to know you’re going to die. So they’ll talk. They’ll
gloat.
They’ll
watch you squirm. They’ll put off the moment of murder like another man will
put off a good cigar.
So hope
like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a
word.’
There was an episode of Star trek: Deep space nine, where the captain was confronted with betraying his morals to save lives. ST has a history of patting itself on the back, and finding a copout with the third option that allows morals to never be compromised, no matter how silly the third option is. In DS9 however, there was no third way out, no bending of rules. The captain had to weigh his morals, his distaste for doing downright evil things against the deaths of billions, as a war loomed over the galaxy. Captain Sisko, decided that his morals would be a casualty of war, rather than people.
If your actions would result in overall net good for the world, then the immoral thing to do is not compromise your morals to save others. Lowering your gun from a mass murderer because he says you’d be just like him if you killed him, is selfish. You are decided that you feeling good about yourself is more important than saving people.
Always take the shot. It’s bad storytelling for the hero to lower his weapon, in this situation.
you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch
The only problem I have with this post is the “shoot them dead” part. You shoot them in the leg or the shoulder. Then they’re still alive to know how wrong they were. A dead enemy will never know defeat. A defeated enemy will know for the rest of their life.
Then they go on to keep doing the same villainous shit as before and you didn’t fox anything, you just put yourself on a fake moral high horse that’s actually selfish because you put your arbitrary code above the lives of that person’s past and future victims. This isn’t about teaching lessons, this is about results.
in addition to this great thread, i recommend reading “how the irish became white” by noel ignatiev. i do expect a lot of fighting against these facts because these lies and myth are so ingrained and now have become a part of the community and the sense of self and pride of irish people.
Anti-Blackness is such a thing amongst the Irish till this day Black people find it so difficult to get work here in Ireland and if they do get work they often get harassed for being Black. I had a feeling that the ‘Irish slave’ wasn’t a thing, I’m glad to know in fact it wasn’t.
This is why history is so important. People try to bury this because of shame and some still feel no guilt. The Irish are not the only ones who have done this. Everyone who landed on this rock was the new negro on the block and tried hard to exclude themselves. No matter how many times you check white on an application you will never be white. You are just a means to an end.
the funniest thing about the Irish slave myth is that it was started by non irish (norwegian) white supremacists as a trap for Irish people who really didnt know their own history but claimed whiteness. and it worked.
{I think I speak for both of us when I say we’re ready for any task you have for us, Fleet Admiral.} The AI chirped.
“Am I missing something?” The carrier asked irritably. “I’m just a girl, remember? What good is flesh and blood going to do against a Reaper?”
She rose to her feet, pacing around with frustration and unable to sit still any longer.
“What good am I any more? You can’t even recycle me for scrap. And you want me to protect a star system? I’d love to, Sir, but I can’t. Unless there’s something else I don’t know?”
“For that, Adrianna, you’ll have to take it up with the Technology Council themselves. One moment…” Red replied, his omni-tool activating for a moment as he tapped for a specific contact.
A moment passed as they waited for the other party to pick up on the hail.
Soon, a cheery chime sounded as the hologram of an Oriental human female appeared across from them, dressed in a uniform of white and grey with a geometric-themed red emblem. The holoconference soon synced up with Adrianna to let her be a part of the conversation as well.
“Ah, Fleet Admiral! Judging by the look of Halcyon and that other girl beside you, I take it this isn’t a social call.” The woman remarked with a faint accent and a look of bemusement.
A humoring smile from Red, as he shook his head lightly. “Unfortunately it isn’t. Tempest, Adrianna, meet Hong Xiaoyu, Director of the Institute of Applied Synthetic Intelligence. She’s part of the Technology Council, and the one leading this particular starship project. Halcyon’s talked with her before.”
A look of curiosity came over Xiaoyu’s features as she looked at Tempest. “I can only assume the new girl wants to know more about Project Stratos. Very well then, feel free to ask away. I’m sure you have many questions.”
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