Session 7 7

The empty city looms, as only large inanimate objects can. Here and there, workers can be glimpsed - hauling things, one of them apparently polishing up a heavily damaged building (some sort of wipe that rebuilds the structure, at least into something less melted, as it passes), and so on - but they pay the party no mind.
Eventually one humanoid figure walks up to the party and halts, just standing there. Possibly another worker - it pings for a neu-comm unit in the right location - but underneath what can only be called "light power armor" it is impossible to tell if a living being exists or if this is just a drone relay. At least, impossible at first glance.
Zinda Tegram: "Hi."
Zinda Tegram: "You're here to speak with us I presume?"
The figure stands, motionless.
Spyboy: "[Metis, is there a living being in that body, or is it purely robotic?]"
Abraham: "Apparently not."
[OOC] Spyboy: First glance to those of us without Metis' sensor suite, anyway.
Spyboy: "[Hello?]"
Nephilim: "[Hello.]"
Metis opens the scanning array, searching for some semblance of biological signs. Or for what passes for them here.
Nephilim: "[The word of greeting.]"
Simple infrared suffices: this is a drone, and a very simple one at that. It is the conversational equivalent of a ten foot pole.
Abraham: "Let's get out of his way then."
Abraham makes room for the figure.
Aside from the neu-comm unit, this could have come from a grade school workshop.
The figure does not move.
Abraham looks for any sign of needed maintenance on the figure. Is it possibly out of power?
It is not.
Abraham: "Let's leave him alone to his business then."
Though, on further study, there are signs of hasty fabrication…almost as if it was assembled after the party requested a face to face meeting.
Spyboy: "…I'm pretty sure we are his business. Zinda asked for something the Nephilim don't understand, not that that's a difficult thing in any way."
Abraham: "Well then Zinda, you're up."
The figure continues to stand there passively.
Abraham makes room for Zinda to approach and talk to the figure.
Spyboy: "If you'll excuse me, I have a library to unarchive."
Spyboy starts looking for data feeds from the Nephilim Chatbot.
No such data feeds currently exist.
Spyboy will keep trying.
[OOC] WC GM: Trying to hack into the drone?
[OOC] Spyboy: Yup.
[OOC] Spyboy: I'd like to justify C/T Nephilim =p
Zinda Tegram sighs.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Gotta go AFK for a sec
[OOC] WC GM: You're getting close to justifying it at this point. Not quite there yet, but close.
[OOC] Spyboy: Hence looking for a way to move from Neph voice comms to their library files.
[OOC] WC GM: There is in fact a simple way, but you'll need to RP it.
[OOC] Spyboy: …..wait. Waiwaiwait. Given what we've seen of Nephilim psychology…
Spyboy: "[Excuse me. If we are to help solve your problems, perhaps we should see how close you have come.]"
Spyboy: "[Could you grant me access to your library files?]"
Nephilim: "[If that would be of use to you, have them.]"
Metis is the first to sense it, though this comes naturally to one such as her.
A vast torrent of data begins streaming across the neu-comm link: Nephilim history, particularly their troubles with creating artificial intelligence.
[OOC] Spyboy: This is like the late stages in Portal. 'Oh, right, I can make a portal and then walk through! I totally forgot about that…'
[OOC] WC GM: …atmosphere successfully created. XD
Spyboy is somewhat distracted by the torrent of digital images…
At first glance it reads like an epic fantasy tale - but with the marks and burrs and boring parts that confirm this is a real history that actually happened.
Metis saves files to database for later, and current, perusal.
The Nephilim once got to a stage similar to the current Terran Confederation, though they took longer to arrive. In general, they seem to be less inventive than humans, judging by their slower pace; their equivalent to the early Internet took nearly a century to exceed 99% planet-wide access.
[OOC] Metis: Does that mean they had fewer and/or less catastrophic wars?
Their fiction writers conceived of transitioning consciousness to an artificial platform, and research was conducted. And failed…over and over and over again. Their bodies were upgraded, but then medical science hit a similar plateau.
Nephilim warfare was less brutal mainly because of the lowered capacity for innovation in brutality, though ironically more frequent because this made it more tolerable.
At length, the dominant religions of the Nephilim adopted tenets centered around the impossibility of immortality. Most despaired - but some refused to give up. Explorers had seen evidence of primitive alien races, which could one day rise to be the equals of the Nephilim.
Almost simultaneously - shockingly so, for the slow pace of Nephilim society - several sources independently conceived of making these aliens provide the final piece.
[OOC] Spyboy: Wenser?
The nascent Kilrathi were one of several races designated. There is no mention of a system like Sol in their explorers' logs; apparently, their scouts simply did not reach far enough to find humanity.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Back
Then great engines were forged, accelerating their homeworld and major colonies to near-c. Some Nephilim were left behind, by choice or by unfortunate circumstance, as a precaution; few remains were found when the worlds decelerated, and when last these Nephilim had contact, archaeological expeditions were hard at work finding out the fate of their kin.
[OOC] Spyboy: ….Well, that answers part of my questions about Chandley v. White.
Recontact expeditions were sent, to survey the races. Most had exterminated themselves in nuclear or biological wars.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda gets this information?
[OOC] Metis: Transmitted via neu-comm, so yeah.
[OOC] WC GM: Metis gets it directly; Spyboy and Heggy are parsing it. Presumably they are providing a summary to Zinda and Abraham?
[OOC] WC GM: It's a compressed data feed, so the neu-radio would be giving a stream of 0s and 1s.
[OOC] Metis: Anything else would be rude.
[OOC] Spyboy: Sounds about right…
One race ran into the same limits as the Nephilim; these, the Nephilim took pity on, and adopted as brothers. They are now technically nearly extinct, race-wide grief at finding their creators had the same problem leading to a plunging birthrate until there were not enough left to propigate the species; a few elders are all that remain, and they are not expected to survive two more decades.
A few races vanished with less clues, though in one case they left evidence that they were colonizing elsewhere to leave the homeworld their ancestors had trashed. Scouts are surveying likely nearby stars; apparently the Nephilim did not think to try a SETI-like approach.
And then there are the Kilrathi. Advanced, if warlike, but this is within the bounds predicted when they were selected. A sprawling interstellar empire. Good science, if repressed; the Nephilim were preparing a coup to put the scientists in charge when suddenly the Kilrathi homeworld was unexpectedly destroyed.
Zinda Tegram: "…OK so basically, you guys just aren't that clever and you think we're gods because we are?"
At which point, Nephilim unity went to pieces. Vast disagreements - couched in ancient, comfortable to them, language of religious disputes - arose as to how to deal with the interloping Terran Confederation.
And the drone continues to not understand spoken words, only neu-commed words.
Neu-commed through the language filter.
Zinda Tegram sighs and speaks into the radio.
Zinda Tegram: "[This isn't a face to face meeting, you know.]"
Spyboy: "[Have you tried talking to it in Kilrathi?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I know it's kind of a weird idea to you, but it's pretty rude to have to talk through a radio. You've got like, a meat body somewhere? Maybe with a vocal tract?]"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Thanks.
Nephilim: "[You have a face. The unit has a face. The faces are close to one another. Is that not a face to face meeting?]"
[OOC] Metis: Thanks, he'll be here all night. Try the veal, tip your waitress.
Zinda Tegram: "[No, see…Like, OK, I appreciate that you're trying to give me what I want, but a 'face to face' meeting usually implies that the speakers doing the thinking are uh, in the same place, and communicating using audible vibrations in the air.]"
Spyboy: "I can guess their response…"
Spyboy: "'Why?'"
Nephilim: "[Vibrations in the air - as in the sonic communications the Warrior heresy still uses? Why would you wish to interact as those who seek your destruction have interacted with you? We wish you no harm!]"
Zinda Tegram: "[There are elements of communication that are lost if I just yell at you over radio like this. Also, it's kind of rude to keep us at arms length like this.]"
Spyboy blinks
Spyboy: "There was some very important information there."
Zinda Tegram: "[Also, you may not have figured this out, but those 'sonic communications' are our native form of communication. They adopted them from us, stop giving them credit for our stuff.]"
Spyboy: "[Did the Warrior heresy act here?]"
[OOC] WC GM: And here comes the explanation for another bit of Wing Commander canon.
Nephilim: "[The Warrior heresy did not act upon these stars, but upon the stars nearer the Kilrathi. We have received updates suggesting your kin defeated them. We are pleased by their downfall.]"
Nephilim: "[If…we mean no offense by this, we are just curious. We noticed a violent reaction to our presence. Were we confused by your scouts for the Warrior heresy?]"
Nephilim: "[Please don't shoot us for asking!]"
Spyboy: "[Partially, yes. Although…]"
Abruptly, there are no laborers in line of sight.
[OOC] Spyboy: Was Chandley successfully evacuated, WC?
[OOC] WC GM: No.
[OOC] Spyboy: Yeah, that's what I'd figured.
[OOC] WC GM: You have seen ash piles that you are pretty sure are the incinerated remains of the colonists.
Zinda Tegram: "[Yes. You were.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Though, given that you destroyed our colony we're still not that much happier about your presence than theirs.]"
Metis: "[We are unlikely to shoot you.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Seriously have you guys never heard of just…asking for help?]"
[OOC] Metis: Plasma torches are not shooting, right?
Spyboy: "[Yes. In fact I believe you may have killed more of our people than the Warriors did.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Instead of starting a thirty year conspiracy that kills thousands of our people? Have you considered that might not ingratiate you to us?]"
Nephilim: "[Our first significant contact with your species was watching you annihilate the Kilrathi homeworld. We were…reluctant to simply ask.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I don't know if I relieved our glad that you just did it out of pure stupidity. The fact there's no good reason for it honestly almost makes it worse.]"
[OOC] Abraham: You annihilate /one/ world…
Zinda Tegram: "[For christ-sake you could of just asked the Wenser how to talk to us.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[By most respects they're doing a great job of fitting in.]"
Nephilim: "[The Wenser are those who believed talking was an option.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Moreover, the Kilrathi attacked *us* first. What, were we supposed to just let them kill us?]"
Nephilim: "[And the Wenser…may as well be just one individual, they way they think.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Yeah well maybe you should contact them and ask them about us instead of hiding out in the ruins of *our* colony and playing researcher.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Your fun little wormhole idea was about to destroy another of our worlds by the way.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You understand that this might upset us?]"
Nephilim: "[…what.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[And now you don't even bother to offer an apology?]"
Nephilim: "[What did you say it did? We have not been able to observe beyond this system.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Your little trick with those gravity spears was spreading all the way into a neighboring system of ours and was wrecking a colony.]"
Zinda Tegram: "…"
Spyboy: "[How much control do you have over the gravity spears? You have identified the dust moving from the jump points, yes?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean, damn, get a scout out there or something.]"
Nephilim: "[…the only asteroid colonies we know of are several stars away. The harvesters are supposed to seek out mass and bring it; inner planets are so little of a system's mass, they should be avoided.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[OK, listen, just…what are the factions in our space right now?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[…You know what, here's the data…this is what you were doing.]"
Zinda Tegram proceeds to transmit her recordings of the gravity anomalies.
Nephilim: "[…this…this is not right. They should have avoided that planet completely! And what are they doing probing the next jump point?!?]"
Spyboy: "Okay. So either the jump points are doing something weird with their 'harvesters….' Okay, yeah."
Nephilim: "[Our gratitude for this data. This must be corrected if we are to resume.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Resume what exactly?]"
Spyboy: "[What…are your harvesters?]"
Spyboy: "Resume building the jump gate, obviously."
Zinda Tegram: "[If you're going to operate in our space you're going to keep us informed.]"
Nephilim: "[Our intent is to re-establish a wormhole to the systems we came from.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[And that means no mega-construction projects without our express consent. We're not some science experiment, we're people, and you will treat us with dignity.]"
Nephilim: "[…is it your wish to assist with that?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You basically cut an entire star cluster off from the economic support of our homeworld with your little stunt here.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[We want an apology! We want you to stop killing us by accident!]"
Zinda Tegram: "[At least when your warrior caste attacked us we could tell what was going on!]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean hell we're willing to help but we have to normalize relations first! What the fuck is the Wenser even doing, I mean damn?]"
Nephilim: "[That is a question we would like the answer to as well.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Those seeker of the Abrahim jackoffs are fucking weird, and they're crawling all over the place!]"
Nephilim: "[They sought you at our request. They are strange by our standards, it is true.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean…OK, let's call you guys gate builders. We have some god-seeking idiots, some hive-mind conspiracy shit, and some blind children trying to build a bridge. Anyone else we need to watch out for?]"
Nephilim: "[By your data…are these the last of the seekers? That you left in the system you name 'Grissom'?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Or is that about it?]"
Spyboy: "[By our data, yes, though there may be others.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Hell if we know. You know about the plague attacks on some our systems in Mu Cephei or not?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Hold on…"
Zinda Tegram transmits the Mu Cephei data.
Nephilim: "[…this is not our doing. Your data suggests a degree of familiarity with lago biology that we do not possess.]"
Nephilim: "[Species remain as capable of self-hatred as has always been.]"
Nephilim: "[Though this could be the doing of the Wenser.]"
Heggy: "[The plague deployed in Mu Cephei was specifically tailored to us, then?]"
Zinda Tegram sighs.
Nephilim: "[That is what the data suggests. We understand the concept of 'refugees', and understand that those asked to host them may harbor ill will. Although tapping that to foster war…it is a pity our scouts did not find you when they found the Kilrathi.]"
Zinda Tegram: "What do you guys think? Should we help them?"
Zinda Tegram sends the recordings of the engagement in the Kilrathi cloak-bubble.
Metis: "If we help them, they will be easier to monitor."
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, they're pretty dangerous if left alone…"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh, may have enrolled the seekers in uh]"
Nephilim: "[…we see. So some of the Warrior heresy may have infiltrated after all.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[One of our universities.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You should probably study too. If you're going to uh, maintain a relationship with us you better learn how to be less rude.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I get you want to find your homeworld and stuff, but like…I think it may be wiser in the short term to make us less mad at you.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean seriously, your concept of what's impossible is in dire need of revision.]"
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
Metis: "The Stern Lanze's sensors have detected activity on the Grissom jump point."
BuilderNephilim: "[We are here because what is impossible for us seems not impossible for y-]"
SeekerNephilim: "[BRETHEREN! Alarming news! THE TERRANS HAVE FACTIONS!]"
Spyboy: "Is it the Roland?"
SeekerNephilim: "[Whatever you do, DO NOT allow Terrans from the far pair of systems through!]"
Metis: "The distance is too great to be certain of the transit's direction, much less who is transiting."
BuilderNephilim: "[…you have returned. And the Abrahim is here.]"
Metis: "But the Nephilim do not seem pleased."
SeekerNephilim: "[This is good. We must protect the Abrahim from the far Terrans.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[There have been miscommunications, it seems. Abrahim and company, do you wish our protection?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[…Oh boy, those guys.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Not particularly, no.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Unlike you, we are quite adept at handling factional differences peacefully.]"
Spyboy stops.
Zinda Tegram: "[So, are far terrans the homeworld or where we came from?]"
BuilderNephilim: "[The typical end result is philosophical, sometimes physical, annihilation of one of the factions. We guess that would not be a desirable end result for you.]"
Spyboy turns to look skeptically at the woman whose family was killed due to factional differences.
SeekerNephilim: "[The homeworld. Far from our present location.]"
Zinda Tegram looks back.
Zinda Tegram: "Do you really want *their* protection?"
[OOC] Abraham: Yes. It's true. We have fractions. We can depict nonterminating numbers in a non-bullshit way. That is our power. Also, Back.
[OOC] WC GM: Never underestimate the power of MATH!
Spyboy: "All I'm saying is that diplomacy…is not your specialty. And 'quite adept' might be overstating things."
Zinda Tegram: "[OK. Your continued presence here is to my personal advantage, but…]"
Spyboy: "Though, their protection? Pfft."
Zinda Tegram: "We're better than they are."
Zinda Tegram: "I mean, seriously."
Spyboy: "I know, right?"
Zinda Tegram: "[But to be frank, a certain degree of factionalization is an expected part of our history and culture.]"
SeekerNephilim: "[Are you unaware of the degree of factional difference?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Philosophical annihilation of a faction isn't particularly bad, honestly, as long as the individual faction members don't lose so much personally.]"
SeekerNephilim: "[This must be what the Wenser sought to mitigate.]"
SeekerNephilim: "[This would be a 'physical annihilation' result.]"
Metis: "[Physical annihilation is not productive.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Well, as far as I can tell, our political scenario in our cluster is stuck more or less between reformists who want to establish a new government, and re-assimilationists who want to make contact with the homeworld.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I know that my home system would probably be on the losing end of a war with the home cluster.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[But like…why is that your problem?]"
SeekerNephilim: "[Analysis of recent wreckage from the far Terran systems includes weapons consistent with university records of Temblor weapons. University records report only one purpose for said weapons.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[We're not gods. Your Abrahim concept doesn't match anything to begin with and you really need to rework it.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh, huh, the homeworld went and started a Temblor war?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Figures.]"
Spyboy: "….The homeworld isn't the only one with Tremblor designs…"
Zinda Tegram: "[Though there are other uses. Here.]"
SeekerNephilim: "[If we may be permitted speculation: would the destruction of near Terran worlds be inconsistent with the Abrahim's goals?]"
Zinda Tegram transmits the CREST gaming network data.
Spyboy: "[Inasmuch as that term is accurate, yes, it would be inconsistent with his goals…]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You have cloaks. Instead of making assumptions, why not get a look at what's actually going on? That idea is the core of science, anyways.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean seriously…]"
[OOC] Spyboy: How hard would it be for the Roland to outfit our fighters with cloaks?
SeekerNephilim: "[…our mission is complete. We could take on this new mission…]"
[OOC] WC GM: Possible. A few days' work with the right components. Not even a day's work, including manufacturing the components, if you picked up Dakka's crew to help.
[OOC] Metis: So, we just need to annex Dakka's crew?
SeekerNephilim: "[We shall do as the Abrahim companions command. We shall infiltrate the far Terrans and report back what we discover.]"
[OOC] Spyboy: Trickier than it sounds, given they're all Dakka.
Zinda Tegram: "[Yeah no don't infiltrate please.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Just cloak up, fly over, look at what the weapons are being used on, come back and tell us.]"
SeekerNephilim: "[By your command!]"
[OOC] Metis: Oh that's never good.
BuilderNephilim: "[What is this 'university'?]"
Metis: "[A repository of wisdom and experience where you learn how to learn.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[…wait, you HAVE those?!?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Metis! M-my daughter may be overselling it a bit, but…why not go see for yourself.]"
Metis: "{What? Isn't it?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't we?]"
[OOC] Spyboy: "Truly! You are the Abrahim indeed!"
Zinda Tegram: "[Just fly out there and take a look.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[We shall dispatch our own scouts. The system seemed to only have an auxiliary research station.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[No, not scouts.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Go talk to them. Ask to enroll, ask what being enrolled entails.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[It is a civilian institution, not a military one.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Do you desire that we relocate our entire operation to this university?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[They're not some enemy force. And please, don't give us credit for them, we've had them for several hundred years before we were born.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[You created an institution several hundred years before you were born. Such feats from the Abrahim come as no surprise.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[I'd propose that until you better understand your operation you abandon it, except in-as-much as you keep the ruse up that the system is irradiated.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh my fucking god, no.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[The institution was created by other people. OK, I'm sorry, just…]"
[OOC] Metis: "[Yeah,Zinda's pretty awesome.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You guys are not that smart OK?]"
BuilderNephilim: "[You keep using that word. Does it mean what we think it means?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[So like, things that seem impossible to you are, much of the time, not impossible, just stuff you haven't thought of.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[What do you think it means?]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Ah, that is the meaning we believed you attach to it.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[And it is true. We are not capable of the things we have not thought of how to do - but you are.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[No, you're misinterpreting it.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Basically, you uh…are remarkably poor at lateral thinking.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[It is difficult for you, which makes things that are not in fact impossible look impossible to you.]"
[OOC] Metis: Do it with Venn diagrams.
Zinda Tegram: "[We are not gods, or particularly adept in ways you think we are. We are merely better at certain types of information processing.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[For the short term, I'd advise you uh…abandon your theology. It won't do you much good in associating with us.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[We do not understand 'abandon your theology'.]"
The laborers have started to emerge from hiding. What level of activity there was has resumed.
Zinda Tegram: "[…OK, you have a certain perspective, culturally.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[That there is such a thing as an Abrahim who can do great works and such.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[That so-and-so things are impossible.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[These are things you believe.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[But like…they're not true.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[You should try not to think about concepts like impossibility, heresy, religion, etc, and find new ways to think about your problems. Which you are, granted, bad at, but…try, anyways.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[But…there is an Abrahim who can do great works.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Multiple, even.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[And they stand before us now, speaking to us.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[No, it only seems that way, the works we do are really quite mundane and they only seem great because you failed.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Did you yourself not unify and conquer an entire star system?]"
BuilderNephilim: "[And conquer and unify a newly-arisen race?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Like, describe something we did that was great strictly in physical terms.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[What of your companion, who - so the seekers report - did combat with that which would destroy a planet, and continually bests the secrecy and controls of those around him?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Right? I conquered Oldziey, but really did I do anything besides hunt down and kill a previous king?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh, Spyboy?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[He just hacks.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Or your daughter, who inspired said arisen race and is as one with the machines?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[None of the parts of what we do are impossible.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Or he who the seekers called Abrahim, whose deeds were legend even before arrival in this region of space, and who has unified the factions of the worlds you have traversed?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[My daughter…is pretty cool, heh, yeah. But still within the realm of possibility.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[These are not impossible feats because they have been accomplished, it is true. But you wished for examples of great works.]"
Metis hugs Zinda.
BuilderNephilim: "[You have all accomplished such works.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[All we did was talk with people, and he was just a skilled fighter pilot beforehand.]"
Zinda Tegram hugs Metis.
Zinda Tegram: "[I mean, I guess, but none of that makes us gods.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[The mechanism of your accomplishments does not diminish them.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Y'know?]"
Zinda Tegram: "[No, but it does make us not Abrahim.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[Nay. It defines you as Abrahim.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[What is Abrahim, save one who accomplishes great deeds that none others - none, in all the histories of all the worlds - can?]"
Spyboy: "[And there lies her point exactly.]"
Spyboy: "[You could.]"
Spyboy: "[You didn't, because you didn't try.]"
Metis: "[An innovator.]"
Spyboy: "[You may not have known how, but you didn't try.]"
Metis: "[But you can, and have, innovated.]"
Spyboy: "[Or if you failed, you didn't try again, or figure out another way to do it.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Yeah, there's nothing strictly stopping you guys from being Abrahim too then.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Oh, also, the seekers read our histories. We're hardly Abrahim compared to some our early empires.]"
Metis: "[Except that you have defined 'Abrahim' as that which you are not, and shift that definition to match your expectation instead of your perception.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[…if you say it, it is so, but…]"
BuilderNephilim: "[…perhaps this university may help us to understand. As you say, we shall cease operations here save for the facade. Shall we limit it to the Terrans from your homeworld, and relieve the other two paths?]"
The laborers begin heading for the starport. Apparently there were quite a few working indoors, or otherwise hidden.
Spyboy: "….I'm inclined to say 'no.' Those we trust will know not to send anything through without warning the Nephilim not to attack…"
Zinda Tegram: "[I think Chandley suddenly opening up would cause us some problems in the near future.]"
Zinda Tegram: "[Let's…keep it a secret for a while longer.]"
BuilderNephilim: "[As you say, all four paths shall remain covered.]"
[OOC] WC GM: Doing anything as they evacuate, or waiting until they leave to do something?
[OOC] Metis: Monitoring them, but not anything more specific unless prompted by what is being monitored.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: …Let's make sure they do what they say they were going to. We need to go back to confirm that the ring is staying shut off anyways.
[OOC] Metis: Actually, this is a good time to parse through the new data. Is there a physiological difference in the Neph's brains that might prevent them from higher rationalizations?
The removal seems complete and orderly, as only a hive-mind could do. Transport ships lift off with the workers - several thousand bodies in all, probably over ten thousand when combined with those scattered about the system - and head toward the Grissom jump point.
[OOC] WC GM: Hmm…give me some sort of bio or systems analysis check. Medicial, Engineering, anything like that.
[OOC] WC GM: High difficulty so tapping Aspects is recommended.
Metis rolled up 4dF: + - + 0 (Base: 6 Total: 7) ((Engineering for systems analysis, throwing in Evidential Database because sorting parsing and collating data into useful forms is what the database is for))
[OOC] WC GM: Is anyone assisting her?
[OOC] Metis: That's a 9. More than that requires placing aspects and becomes something more long term.
[OOC] Abraham: I am. With SCIENCE!
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + + - - (Base: 6 Total: 6) (Science to assist Metis.)
[OOC] WC GM: Hmm…good enough.
In theory, they could learn. The problem seems mainly that their society drills out innovation in the name of conformity and knowledge and accepting programming and…
…on closer look…Nephilim are not born, they are manufactured.

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