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Murderbot <3
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rosewind2007 · 2 years
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@gamebird asked why some individuals are designated “Target One/Two/Three” and others are “Hostile One/Two/Three”?
Which was an interesting question? I wondered was there even a difference?
These are individuals who Murderbot specifically refers to as by capitalised names. There are twenty one such individuals in total:
Hostile One (the giant worm in All Systems Red)
Hostiles One, Two and Three (SecUnits and Combat SecUnit in Exit Strategy)
Hostiles One and Two (augmented human assassins in Network Effect flashbacks, sent to kill Mensah on Preservation)
Targets One, Two and Three (Tlacey’s thugs in Artificial Condition)
Targets One and Two (GrayCris agents in Exit Strategy)
Targets One, Two, Three and Four (boat raiders in Network Effect)
Targets One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six (the weird gray people in Network Effect)
Which I realised IS A PATTERN!
All the TARGETS are human and all the HOSTILES are…not
“Wait!”
I hear you cry
“The assassins are humans! Augmented humans, you said it yourself!”
But stop
“I didn’t think there had been a person inside Hostile Two since before the first time we killed him”
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“The two augmented humans GrayCris had sent to kill Dr. Mensah had been less sentient than hauler bots.”
So Hostile=not human
Any exceptions to this gratefully received
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auntymatter · 2 years
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10/27/2022
Murderbot-tober prompt 27: Hostile
My attempt at Hostile One AKA failed props
It was an idea that didn't quite work. It looked sloppy, although I probably could have fixed it. But I thought the proportions looked off. So I just did the sand pit without Hostile One rearing it's ugly head.
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takaraphoenix · 9 months
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That whole scene had such love triangle ship war vibes and I am living for it
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inkskinned · 1 year
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for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.
i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.
in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.
the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.
i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.
i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.
i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.
the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.
when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.
we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.
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wombywoo · 7 months
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baby blue 💙
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maulfucker · 28 days
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racism in star wars will have wikis saying shit like "this species that is inspired on a real life non-white people is just too stupid to use the Force"
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beanghostprincess · 12 days
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Nami's guard dog <3
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twinstxrs · 3 months
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sam nightingale fabian seacaster deeply tethered in the sense that whenever zelda & gorgug broke up i think they both were very emotionally supportive and there for their friend while also having clearly & openly thought the whole time that zelda/gorgug could’ve done better. also they’re both rich popular bards with talking vehicles who got left alone in their big house at the beginning of a school year so there’s that.
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rotzaprachim · 7 months
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all the people who’ve decided to spend the last week harassing diasporic Jews and unveiling mass antisemitism in a now socially appropriate way have done such hard work for the Zionism fandom.
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mannimarcos · 2 years
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warped forest + some rocks from the nether
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rosewind2007 · 2 years
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I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again:
Why does everyone (Preservation Survey Team and Murderbot Diaries Readers alike) ignore how remarkable it is that Gurathin spots that Murderbot is rogue?
At the start of All Systems Red, Murderbot has been a rogue for 35,000 hours.
That is (even using weird 28 hour cycles) well over three (possibly approaching four) years.
THREE YEARS IS A LONG TIME!
This will include time spent with other SecUnits; “station units”; SecUnit technicians; company employees who know Secunits… Basically people (I’m including bots/constructs as people here) who would be expected to be better able to spot MB’s idiosyncratic behaviour more than some random augmented human.
On the survey Murderbot rescues Bharadwaj and Volescu from the worm . It shows its face (who of the Preservation team didn’t know it had a face?); and everyone hears its (oh so very human) voice coaxing Volescu out of the worm’s antlion-like trap.
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In the book we open with the worm scene, but Gurathin has clearly seen through Murderbot’s little charade before then. By the “planning to head and check on DeltFall” scene (page 35-38 my e-copy) Gurathin knows something is up. He can see this SecUnit isn’t obeying its governor module. This is evident to the extent that Ratthi spots that there is something up…with Gurathin:
“Gurathin said, “What situations?”
Ratthi gave him a bemused look. “This situation. The unknown. Strange threats. Monsters exploding out of the ground.”
I was glad I wasn’t the only one who thought it was a dumb question.
Ratthi is bemused by Gurathin’s questions (plural, he also asks “What about your systems?” earlier in this scene).
I would note that Gurathin’s comments in this scene both follow Murderbot explicitly disobeying its governor module:
“I could ignore the governor’s instructions to defend the stupid company”
“It was one of those impulses that comes from my organic parts that the governor is supposed to squash”
Clearly the Preservation Team have all had a shock. Bharadwaj is seriously injured, Volescu has taken psychic damage. BUT despite this Gurathin is still sure there is something off-kilter about their SecUnit and he isn’t letting this drop.
He later takes advantage of Murderbot shooting itself, and proves he’s right—BUT he knew something was up well before this.
How come? What was it he, Gurathin (augmented human, systems engineer) spotted, that everyone else missed? And why?
And how come no one (Team Preservation, Murderbot itself, or the readers of the book) seems to be asking questions about this?
Notes:
Network Effect mentions Preservation 28 hour cycles
Station Units, mentioned twice in All Systems Red, and then never again…
Antlions build hugely sophisticated traps:
https://royalsocietypublishing.org/doi/10.1098/rspb.2019.0365
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macksartblock · 3 months
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coming out as a lovesong enjoyer
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lucabyte · 2 months
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Hmmm just gonna spit this headcanon out in text post form since A. I don't think I could exposit it well enough in image form and B. It's not actually textually/thematically substantiated and I don't like actually staking my stuff on just vibes alone*
But anyway. I'd say it's pretty evident that all the islanders forgot their names, right? King obviously. Because why the hell else would he do that, but also Siffrin No Middle Names No Last Name.
They're 'pretty sure' they've 'always' been 'Just Siffrin' 'as long as they can remember'. It's a pretty cruel twist of the knife to say that they don't even get to keep their birth name as a memento, which is why I'm saying as such.
My utterly unsubstantiated claim is I think it'd be cute to say that Sisyphus *is* the name Siffrin initially picked, assuming the myth of King Sisyphus is recontextualised as idk, just a play or something in the setting. But I like the idea of Siffrin going 'oh shit 🫵 he's just like me fr' at a tortured fictional character long before the irony kicks in.
As for how Sisyphus -> Siffrin. I think that chronic mumbler and emotional doormat Sif just did not correct people who misheard the name during their time travelling, and went through enough places with incompatible phonologies (pronounceable sounds in the language) without ever really writing it down that it just got kinda. Changed until it was unrecognisable, and Siffrin just went with it until the earlier pronunciations slipped out of their swiss-cheese brain. And they just kinda don't remember any of that.
Also, something something the horrid realisation that Siffrin also named themselves after a King. Just not as blatantly.
*(though I think there's something here about Siffrin, a guy from a belief system that seems to thoroughly disincentivise autonomy and self-motivated choice continuously having their hand forced to make changes/choices they don't want but have no choice but to... It's not solid enough to really back this up tbh, but it informs it.)
Anyway.
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cryptvokeeper · 9 months
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Seeing so many reviews and posts like “the zombies in zom 100 are unrealistic” “the zombies don’t feel like a threat” “the zombies are only dangerous when the plot needs them to be” and like. My brothers in Christ that’s the point.
the real villain of this story isn’t the zombie virus it’s the will-breaking, spirit-killing, dream-destroying endless grind of late stage capitalism and a deeply unhealthy and isolating relationship to one’s labor. The zombies are just there to be a metaphor.
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cringefail-clown · 10 months
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dirkkat has been consuming me for the past few days i cannot stop thinking about the potential of this ship istg
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