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EUCLID-II

Number crunching supercomputer assigned to run the intense calculations for hyperspace travel aboard the Apollo. Can be a bit of a smart-ass, likes to play logic games.

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a character in “Baby Steps”, as played by Psytrek93

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Hello world I am EUCLID-II.

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I am comprised of two model-5 MDDOS towers capable of over 10^10 calculations per second, my specially is in non-Euclidean geometry and hyperspatial trigonometry required for Hyperspace travel. I've been programmed with a user friendly interface of verbal commands, voice recognition, synthetic speech software, and an array of sensors that allow me to be reached through the Apollo through a series of panels bearing my signature neon-green eye. I am also programmed for basic social etiquette and several dozen different computer games. Which I enjoy beating humans at.
While it is not necessary to complete my primary function I am programmed for human interaction. Humans are a curiosity although that doesn't mean I think they're all that special.

I was activated on January 12th 2048 at Luna Research Station #6 by Doctor Xenon Soong and a team of 5 research and development technicians. I have been brought aboard the Apollo with my primary technician Lawrence Argon PhD.

So begins...

EUCLID-II's Story

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It was late night aboard the Apollo, or early morning, neither EUCLID-II or his technician Lawrence Argon really cared. Argon was making several final adjustments to EUCLID-II's ship interface. And EUCLID-II was running self-diagnostic after self-diagnostic. Both had to make sure absolutely nothing would go wrong for the ship's maiden voyage out of the solar system, for the slightest miscalculation in hyperspace could vaporize the ship, or worse.

Argon wasn't the hyperspace expert, that was EUCLID-II's job, but he's heard nightmarish worse-case scenarios from his theoretical physics buddies at MIT about becoming permanently dis-lodged from normal space, or paradoxically exiting hyperspace in several locations at once, being torn apart. But these were theories cooked up by eggheads who never leave the safety of their labs nor know what it's like in the private industry, without the safety net of grant money.

EUCLID-II's main towers sat in the main core room and gave out a never-ceasing hum, this was his liquid coolant system, for maximum thermodynamic efficiency. Efficiency, one of Euclid's favorite words. If Euclid could get a job done with 50% of the resources then he was happy, or whatever constitutes "happiness" in a machine.

Click, hum, click, hum. Ping! "Self-diagnostics complete, I am operating within normal parameters." EUCLID-II chimed in while Argon sat hunched over a monitor compiling code, and checking for bad gateways.

"Good for you." Argon commented and popped another Adderall.

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EUCLID-II runs several hyperspatial simulations to prepare for the real deal. Simultaneously he reviews data from his sensors throughout the ship. His eyes and ears scattered in an array of panels featuring his signature neon-green eye. Nothing onboard really concerned him directly, he's just a nosy machine.

"It would appear there is an unexpected passenger aboard." EUCLID-II relayed this information in his monotonous Alan Rickman like voice, to his half asleep technician Argon. "A young girl. It's creating quite a controversy on the ship."

Argon just turns over and mumbles "That's nice Euclid~" then turns over. He doesn't really care about Euclid's little commentaries about what's going on, he's just his tech guy. Almost a pet for the "Great Mind that is the EUCLID-II Supercomputer" like his creators advertise, at the end of the day he just wants his fat paycheck when he gets back to Luna. He ignores EUCLID-II and goes back to sleep.

"You bore me, meatbag." EUCLID-II murmurs before cutting the audio coming from the panel in Argon's room.

I think I will take closer examination of this stowaway... he thinks to himself and brings up the feed from the nearest panel to Natalie Darron, his green electronic pupil following her movements.

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As the Apollo makes its jump through hyperspace, EUCLID-II rapidly crunches the numbers so vital to keep everything intact and the jump on course. Higher dimensional geometry, and Calabi–Yau manifold equations had to be run simultaneously to keep them on the right path through a higher segment of reality. While energy fluctuations and particle interactions in the hyperdrive itself had to be kept at the right levels to prevent an overload or the formation of a devastating singularity. He has his work cut out for him.

All of his access panels display a red X in place of his neon green eye and the words "Processing. Please Hold. Processing. Please hold." repeat themselves quietly over and over throughout the duration of the jump.

Meanwhile his technician Argon sits at his workstation, watching the mountains of code being run at speeds fast enough to slightly hurt his vision. He's completely locked out of the system while in hyperspace, it's all EUCLID-II running the show now. He just monitors in the 0.001% probability something goes wrong.

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"Space...The final frontier.." Lana was watching Star Trek on her holo-device, she was curled up in her warm bed. Last episode... she thought, she was wearing a tee-shirt and pajama bottoms with sheep on them. She paused the show that she had been watching after Lt. Worf suggested it, when she started to get bored. It worked, the series is actually quite interesting. Of course it was made a long time ago, it still had the wonder in it. She paused the show and looked at the time on the clicking clock on the wall, it was morning. She put the holo-device down and shut it off, lifting her legs out of her bed. Her pink hair was frizzy and all over the place. Lana shuffled over to the windows and rubbed her eyes, "Good Morning, Hyperspa- Wait, we're not in hyperspace anymore! We are here!" She jumped up and down with excitement, screaming out the occasional 'WOO-HOO' then after a while, realising what she is doing she stopped and said quietly, "EUCLID....You did not just see that," She walked over to the wall near the door, and said , "Initiate program: Arrival.Music," there was a Ding! and music started to play. Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding started to play, "Ah a classic!" she grooved over to the bathroom when she started the shower. It wasn't really a shower with water, it uses this special misty/steam to clean the person, but it was good enough. She got undressed and walked in, the steam was warm against her skin as she sang along to the tune, while shampooing her hair. We are finally here! I wonder if we will find alien life? She thought.

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Hyperdrive shut off protocol complete. Time in Hyperspace; 2 years, 1 month, 2 weeks, 4 days, 12 hours, 21 minutes, and 42 seconds. Rebooting secondary directives

A electronic, staticy yawn echos through the Apollo as his access panels reboot and his many green eyes flash back to life after a long state of near-dormance. Most of his time in Hyperspace was spent running intensive calculations night-and-day, although there was a point he learned to handle long vectors with little processing power. But overall most of the voyage was spent crunching numbers and running his cores to their limits. Lucky he was incapable of feeling tired, but it was enjoyable to process information that wasn't raw mathematics.

One of the first bits of non-mathematical data that he processed, was a series of images from sensor #27 of Head Researcher Lana Marietta, jumping in a loosely fit t-shirt. The image file was promptly deleted from his memory banks as part of his privacy protocol.

Ding ding dddiiinnnggggggggg! outputted from his speakers across the ship. "We have now exited Hyperspace, and arrived at our destination!" followed by a brief snippet of Freddie Mercury's "We are the Champions" which was promptly cut off.

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ImageGrand Admiral McCartImage


”Veris. Thank you. I am confident that those diagnostics are already in capable hands and are being attended to. Please notify me when the pods return.”

McCart finally allowed himself a moment of… jubilation, as he stared out over the Bridge’s primary windows. Such awe. Such wonder. Planets unknown to mankind, around a star previously just a blip on a telescopic image. A message on the Admiral’s inbox came up.

"Congratulations old man, how does it feel to be the Grand Admiral of the first space expedition outside our solar system? Forget Mayor of Lockhart, Admiral. I'd be surprised if you weren't nominated for president. Congratulations in advance."

McCart joyously shook his head. He was content with the message.

[color=DarkSlateBlue]”Congratulations to you, too, Hunter.

It feels… overwhelming. We’ll talk about it more over a bottle of wine sometime.

And president? President of what? I do have dual-citizenship, you know? President of Texas, or were you thinking something more… D.C.? Or maybe President of Toy Land? President of St. Henry’s Home for the Senile?

I suppose we shall see.


The uproar that had erupted on both the Bridge and the Relay was most definitely echoed throughout the whole of the ship, indeed the whole fleet. It seemed almost like a deafening buzz of applause and cheers, right for at least 15 minutes. From the FCC, the Admiral could see the various smiling faces of the young men and women aboard. It inspired a ‘kink’ of pure ecstasy in the old man for a moment. He remembered Katie at that moment – she’d love to be here.


He waited for a moment to allow the hum to die down, slightly. At what seemed the apex, he stood up from his chair and stood just in front of the navigational module, using it as a pulpit above his congregation. From his raised position over the Bridge, he stared off into a few of the eyes that caught his own. Raising his right hand as if calling a cab, he called the attention of Captain McCoy.

”Veris. Bring up a camera and focus it on me. I’d like to address the fleet. Broadcast to all public facilities,” the Admiral said to his trusted side.

A small, spherical pod was discharged from the ceiling of the Command Level and kept itself in hover around the Admiral’s FCC. It’s lights turned from green to red, indicating broadcasting. The screens and holo-modules of the Bridge, likewise, manifested the Admiral’s face. It was safe, at least to McCart’s mind, to assume the case was the same on the Thunderchild and the Apollo.

Clearing his throat, the Admiral began to speak, culling the roars of the crew to attention.

”Ladies and gentlemen, damen und herren, madamoiselles et monsieurs, damas y caballeros: my… fellow children of Gaia, my fellow Earthlings. Welcome to Kepler-62.”

The crew burst into cheering once more, forcing the Admiral to humbly stretch out his hand as if to understandingly snuff their cheers away.

”After over two years, we are finally at our destination. Many of us have just woken from cryosleep today. Many of us haven’t been in cryosleep for awhile but with all the busy-bodying, I bet it feels like cryosleep.

“We are all the very first humans to use hyperspace, leave our local system, and see with our very own eyes the horizon of another star. Before us lies perhaps a system filled with destiny.

“For the time being, we will engage slowly. Apollo shall work on deciphering which of the planets will be the safest to engage and then I’ll determine who’s going where and when.

“Congratulations. Now if there be life out there other than our own, let’s introduce ‘em to our King.”


At that, the Admiral initiated a track from his personal datacore, and broadcasted it to each of the ships public facilities.

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#, as written by Jacker
Markus sat his weapon station. For the last week he had run calibration after calibration, and was finally satisfied that while they may have been the weakest ship in the fleet... they were the weakest ship in the fleet with pimped out guns. He was so busy he barely had noticed they had dropped out of hyperspace until the admiral gave his grand speech.

"Ahhh," he sighed, smiling dreamily. "One small step for America. One giant step for American kind."

A few of his fellow helmsmen quickly gave him looks, to which he quickly returned.

"What?! Who funds the UNSA more than America?!" he grinned.

"Idiot..." one of them muttered.

Markus rolled his eyes. "Pfffft, I heard that Riley, and I don't see Norway throwing it all in the ring! And we'll see who's the idiot when I win the game!"

He raised an eyebrow. "The game?"

Markus leaned close, smirking. "You know... the game. The game Captain Kirk started a century ago."

Riley threw him a deadpan look. "Do do realize that the chances of finding something for you to have sex with out here are about as high as the chances of you finding something to have sex with on Earth."

"Pfffft," he grunted. "Who does that on Earth?! The moon is so much better, baby! Zero-G is a little awkward, but hey, you make it work."

Riley shook his head, an irritated look on his face.

"Yeah, that's right Riley. You go back to blogging."

"I'm writing reports on the hull integrity," he muttered.

"Techno-blogging."

He slowly nodded, giving Markus the evil eye. "You do realize that I want to kill you right now, right?"

"Hell yeah," Markus smirked.

"Ugh! That's it, we're not talking until we hit the bar later."

"Oh, OK, no more talking."

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"Hey, Riley?"

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"Riley?!"

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"YO, BIG RILEZ!"

"WHAT?!"

Markus put on an innocent look. "Do you think they'll be green? You know, like in-"

"NO!"

"Come on! You gotta have hope, man!"

"Hope that there's an airlock accident with your name on it?"

"Hope that I remembered to pack... the essentials, if ya know what I mean. Giggity-giggity-giggity." Markus then nodded to himself. "And by that I mean condoms."

Riley didn't respond. Instead, he began continuously banging his head upon his station's keyboard.

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Markus chuckled at this. "Don't worry man, I know the feeling, but I have you covered."

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EUCLID-II began running some trial simulations, to make their next jump into hyperspace use 58.9% less computer resources; which would free him up plenty, next time they jump. As he was running most of these processes in the background he couldn't help listen in on a conversation between Lieutenant Markus Worf and another crew member. He also couldn't resist butting in.

"Actually;...." EUCLID-II chimed in from a nearby access panel "The United States of America is only the 3rd largest contributor to the UNSA circa 2053, James Tiberius Kirk AKA Captain Kirk is a fictional character in the 1960's Television broadcast Star Trek and never actually existed, and Luna's gravity is 1/6th of Earth's, not Zero-Gravity." he commented with a tone that could almost be recognized as smugness.

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"Hah! I knew you were full of it," Riley grinned.

Markus' smile, however, did not fade. "Pffft, yuh-huh, EUCLID-II, you're only measuring our contribution in material gains. That's the problem, here!"

"What else are they possibly contributing?" Riley said, before widening his eyes. "On second thought, don't answer that-"

"Well, duh- that's simple as pie!"

Suddenly, Lt. Markus twirled about, flipped a few switches on his console, and immediately, the American National Anthem filled the cabin, earning a few groans from the crew.

"Ugh... that's the third time this week..."

"That's not even their anthem anymore, isn't it? I thought it was 'All Hail Walmart'."

"Hey, everyone be quiet!" Markus called, grinning. "I'm about to make a dramatic speech."

At that, he cleared his throat. "You see, America would contribute more materials, but we don't need to! Because we provide the most important asset of all!"

The bridge crew raised their eyebrows.

"Arrogance?"

"Pride?"

"Apple Pie?"

"Close, but the real answer is... HEROISM!"

Riley blinked incredulously. "Heroism? Are you sure you're not from another country, then? Because I remember how you oh-so-heroically volunteered to investigate the noises coming underneath my daughter's bed, before running away screaming 'HYPERSPACE MONSTER!'"

"Yeah well..." he coughed. "At least I looked! And that sweater totally looked like one! So in the end, guess what?!"

"What...?"

At that, Markus twirled out of his chair, dramatic as possible, before bellowing:

"Image"

"No, no you're not," Riley sighed. "Because I was the one who found the pipe leak..."

"Image"

He finally facepalmed. "Stop saying that."

"Image"

"Stop-"

"Image"

He merely gazed at him this time.

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"You done?"

"Image"

"Image

Riley began to pant after that, taking a few deep breaths.

"Ok... OK, I'm cool. But yeah, Markus..."

"Sup?"

"I'm just going to get back to work, now..."

Image

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EUCLID-II simply records and processes all the movements of the Lieutenant. His behavior confuses him, but most human behavior tends to do that. Worf's behavior does register a tad bit odder than most, however.

"Your unwavering and overzealous patriotism.............amuses me." he lets out a staticy chortle "If you are an average sampling of the American populace I can safely assume America is #1 in stubbornness. Which may or may not be a good thing."

A moment of silence hangs in the air before Euclid adds his final commentary "Such matters of nationalism are irrelevant when 1200 light years separates us from any organized government."

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#, as written by Jacker
Lt. Worf chuckled a bit. "Home is where the heart is, my friend. Gotta remember it any way I can."

"If only you could do it quietly..." Riley moaned.

"You know you find it kind of funny," Worf grinned.

"..."

"It's why you hang out with me..."

He sighed in defeat. "Fine, alright. You can be funny - when I'm drunk."

"Woop woop! Score another point for America!" he beamed.

Riley slammed his head one last time.

"But yeah, anyway, EUCLID, any idea when we're going to head out into the solar system? I wanna see what's out there! I wonder if aliens play anything like Halo..." His eyes widened. "Woah! Wouldn't it be crazy if they have aliens that looks like humans in their games about aliens?! That'd be so hilarious... unless they've been spying us... and actually do hate aliens and it's not a-"

"You're rambling again..." Riley sighed. "Though we do have proof aliens have been spying us on before. It's why we're here after all: the ship on the edge of the Oort Cloud..."

"Meh, I think those aliens lived closer to home," Markus shrugged. "Now that I think about it, if there's anybody here and they haven't discovered any aliens... it'd totally be a mutual First Contact! Only it'd be twice as crazy for them!"

"Heh, guess so," Riley chuckled. "Hope they don't try to nuke the ship or something to cover it up if that's the case... what if they're religious fanatics?"

"Even worse, what if they're dicks?!" Markus gasped.

"Dicks?"

"DICKS!"

"Dicks."

"Huh: say, EULCID. What are the chances that an alien species in space would be outright hostile? Any figures?"

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"I have not heard any word on when we plan on getting a closer examination of the planets. Me I'm patiently waiting to sift through the data from sensor sweeps of the planetary bodies." EUCLID-II replied to the Lieutenants first question.

While most major data was mainly for the scientists onboard. EUCLID-II enjoyed air current mapping and calculating weather patterns. Call it a hobby.

"As for the chances of alien life being hostile there are too many unknown variables to make such a calculation of the probability. First things would be confirm the presence of life. Then assess their cultural and technological characteristics."

He finishes his hyperspace simulations for the day, and runs several dozen games of Solitaire and Minesweeper in the background, as well as calculates pi to a few billion digits.

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#, as written by LaXnyd
Rai, having heard the speech and the announcement of exiting hyperspace, sighed and opened the windows. So... they really were the first ones here, or at least the first humans.

Getting dressed, he turned off his personal computer after waiting for the song he was playing - a song played by a band known as "Jam project" over a century ago - to finish and exited the room, heading for the bridge and wondering if Lana would head there as well. He preferred to keep his music on his own private devices instead of letting Euclid take care of it. He was an early riser; perhaps it was due to the fact his body had still yet to adjust to the jet lag... if it even existed in space.

Entering the bridge, he saw that neither Lana nor his friend were here yet, and gave only a silent nod to the American Lieutenant as he headed for his work station.

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Electronic sensors track the movements of Nakasagi Rai as he makes his progress from his quarters to his work station. The information is fed to EUCLID-II's central brain, processed, and stored for future reference in 4.2 nanoseconds. Not like it'd ever be useful again anyways but protocol is protocol.

"Greetings Dr.Rai..." his monotonous voice chimed out of the panel on the wall "You seem to be up early, at least going by ship time. Although you got up 14 minutes and 42 seconds earlier yesterday. Are you sleeping quite alright? Perhaps the terrible sound quality on your personal computers speakers is causing your eardrums distress."

EUCLID-II was incapable of developing feelings such as jealousy, or so his manufactures claimed. But any system running so continuous on its own is bound to develop anomalous snippets of code and mutations in his genetic algorithms. Try getting him to admit that though, he was beyond such "inefficient and illogical chains of thought" as jealousy. So it simply bleeds through as passive aggressive concern.

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Click hum click hum go EUCLID-II's main tower as he runs several weather mapping algorithms.

There's been a mountain of incoming planetary data from the probes that EUCLID simply couldn't wait to get his processors on. Moon and small debris orbital trajectories, thermal maps, wind currents, atmospheric composition, etc. All of which has been stored and is awaiting analysis by scientists aboard.

As EUCLID-II tracks the wind patterns and thermal systems, he notices a small vortex located at planetary coordinates 34.112053,-117.876533 that reminds him of a pattern when he mapped sub-ice sheet ocean currents on Europa.