Challenge #02700-G143: All Possible Help
A: I must ask, what are those around you arms and legs?
B: I’m testing something I call “exo-suit” of course it’s not complete yet, but I’m done with the torso.
A: you made a hole through titanium.
B: and it’s not neurologically-linked yet – Anon Guest
Of course Human Asty was up to something in the workshop. The ship-shuddering boom was a dead giveaway. Companion Zee decided to see what the devastation was about this time before it came to major structural damage.
There was a solid titanium plate with a fist-sized hole in it and a triumphant Human Asty extracting the fist. They were wearing something gleaming and vaguely skeletal over their body. “Ha! Yes! Excellent.”
“What are you wearing?” said Companion Zee. On closer examination, Zee could see that it was a series of frames around Asty’s body, appearing to be high-grade battle-ready cerametal with microservos along its glistening substructure. “What are you wearing?”
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Challenge #02699-G142: Self Helping?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OYFEyyx47ls
Empathy, Copying and sharing Emotions.
Even 2-Year old Humans can do that.
So, how do they react, when they met a crying Havenworlder who lost his Travelgroup on Earth? – Mike
Xu wasn’t lost. Not really. They could trace their way all the way back to the play gym that Ama had left them at for just a few minutes. What Xu was, was distracted. They were distracted because there was a bunny in armour looking lost and alone.
Not really a bunny, actually. They had long ears and fuzz, but they were also in an armoured suit. A livesuit. Xu had seen those in the holos. That meant that they needed protection. They needed a hero. Xu decided that they would have to do until they both found someone better.
The not-bunny in the livesuit had forward-facing eyes with weird pupils. They stopped where they were and held their hands up in a don’t-hurt-me pose. Xu stopped and copied them. They couldn’t speak much GalSimple, but maybe it was enough.
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Challenge #02698-G141: Annoying to Some
3-5 y/o Human child can ask around 437 questions per day. Can you imagine some scientist who need to babysit curious kid who in one second can ask question about quantum physics and before you can even start to answer the same child ask you why cheese is yellow? – Anon Guest
“One question at a time, please. If you want answers, you must wait to hear the answer.”
“Why?”
“If you do not wait, you do not get an answer.”
This seemed like a fair exchange to the small Human, who pulled themself up to peer over Analyst Gork’s desk. “What'cha doin’?”
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Challenge #02697-G140: A Family Affair
Yes, I hate my brothers
Yes, they destroyed my life
Yes, I will probably kill them at some point in my life
But they are my brothers and I will not let you touch any of them
Because there is nothing more pure than hatred to your own siblings. You can say you hate them but you still love them no matter what. – Anon Guest
Family is complicated, if you let it get that way. Let me begin with explaining mine. I was born on one of the “better” Greater Deregulations. In that women were allowed to leave the house and do things according to their own wants. Allegedly.
That said, infant mortality was high for girls born outside of the bawdy factories. Yeah. I was a ‘priest hole’ baby. That is, a baby girl hidden from the notice of my sire by my mother and her co-mothers. It’s more common than you think. Our collective sire despised girl children and viewed the worth of his masculinity by how many boys he created.
Five brothers knew I was alive. Five brothers knew I existed. One of them told our sire, by accident or design, that I shared their home. I still don’t know what happened to my mother, but I was taken from her in the middle of the night and shipped out to one of the trader stations for a 'baby auction’. Anyone could come and purchase an unwanted child. Nobody asked why there were so many girls there.
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Challenge #02696-G139: The Whoa Signal
Have you ever wondered what [REDACTED] is? Not many know about it, apparently it is a [REDACTED] that is able to [REDACTED] out of [REDACTED]. But that’s not all; if you’re able to [REDACTED] with it you’ll be able to-
Sorry they’re getting closer, but so am I to finding [REDACTED] full capacity. Meet me at [REDACTED] and we’ll discuss more with less ears in the wall.
[END OF TRANSMISSION] – Anon Guest
Some people should never be handed a puzzle. Some people should definitely not trip over one. I am just one of those ‘some’. Why? Because I go traipsing innocently down that rabbit hole to find the answer no matter how irrelevant it is to my own income, health, or survival. It’s an obsession and I honestly thought I was on top of it until I got that censored message.
I mean, heavily censored. It wasn’t even meant for me, I just happened to be in the intercept path. APB -all points bulletin- or ARM -all receivers message- depending on where you are at the time. I got it on auto-record so I could play with it. The people jamming it had a scrambler censor. One that took random parts of the bad words and rearranged them. If you know what the words are. I didn’t.
That wasn’t going to stop me. I’m a long-haul freighter pilot. Most of the time. When that’s your job, on the endless passage between humdrum and monotony, you need a lot of sanity projects. Arts and crafts, puzzles, your own virtuality sandbox, you know the deal. So of course the next few days found me with sound editing equipment, trying to make words out of sonic guacamole.
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