#technovember

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2024-11-06

a1 plugged a cable into the wall-mounted data port and tested the connection.

“This one appears to be functional.”

“About damn time,” 77 said. “What’s that, the tenth one we’ve tried?”

“Twelfth.”

“Anyway, good work,” 20 said. “Just see if you can get us a map to the factory access tunnel.”

“bullets?”

“I keep telling you, the factory doesn’t make bullets, it makes us,” 77 said. “There’s still a ton of bullets back over in the spider’s stash, right?”

“bullets!”

a1 briefly tuned them out and began probing the network. Disused maintenance interfaces, long-dead satellite uplinks, and… there, a map of the tunnel system. And also—

SOS 0

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2024-11-05

20 struggled helplessly against the adhesive-coated filaments wrapped around her limbs and her body. Hanging upside down next to her, Eloise was quietly sobbing. And across the room in front of them, 9f lay silent on the workbench, battery disconnected.

The spider didn’t speak as it carefully detached 9f’s arms from their sockets. It hadn’t spoken a word to them at any point, although it seemed to understand them well enough. It just pinged out a disquieting little melody—a single high note, over and over and over, rhythm and duration shifting unpredictably.

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2024-11-04

[Technovember prompts by Caffeinated Otter]

77 and a1 held hands tightly as they walked through the dark maze of tunnels. a1 had insisted on direct-contact encrypted comms only, and for once, 77 was in full agreement.

I am not picking up any signals, but wireless comms range is substantially reduced by attenuation from the surrounding walls. a1 said.

Not seeing any tracks, either. From them, *or* from whatever got them. 77 replied.

I will continue calculating traversal routes. Please search carefully for any hidden passages.

On it. Wait, something's coming.

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

They raised their guns warily. From around a corner, a robot stepped into view. Its design was basic and single-purpose, just a machine gun on four legs. Its barrel was continually rotating, firing on empty 100 times a second. It turned to point at them, riddling the two of them with nonexistent bullets while they stood and stared at it.

It appears to be a Protectorate autogun, model RayX Peacemaker 120. They have functionally limitless power supplies, but no offensive capabilities other than a single high-speed rotary machine gun. Deprived of ammunition, as this one appears to be, they are effectively neutralized.

brrrrrclickclickclickclickclick-click-click-click click click

The barrel slowed to a stop, still pointed at them.

“bullets?” the autogun buzzed out plaintively on a tinny little speaker.

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2024-11-03

[Technovember prompts by Caffeinated Otter]

20 stared into the intercom camera next to the large steel gates, speaking slowly and carefully.

“I am 8a01:322:c7e6::fade:2000, provisional command unit of 8a01:322:c7e6::fade:0/112. We are here seeking information in order to carry out our mission. We request a meeting with Briar Blackwell or her designated successor.”

“Greetings, Miss 2000,” a voice crackled through the intercom. “Please allow these a moment to consult.”

The intercom went silent.

“You really think this is gonna work?” 77 asked sotto voce. “Five questionably-functioning units marching up to the CEO’s house to demand classified company data?”

“I think we don’t have any other options,” 20 replied. “a1’s been trying to track it down, but just discovering the location of this compound was already a stroke of pure luck. We’re not going to be able to learn what we need unless we can talk to someone who knows.”

The intercom buzzed, and the gates began to open. “Please proceed.”

“It’s a start,” 20 said, stepping through as the rest followed.

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2024-11-02

[Technovember prompts by Caffeinated Otter]

The angels soared overhead, countless wings of burnished gold cutting through the breeze. Even from the ground far below, their song was still audible, the random noise of encrypted data packets modulated into procedurally-generated arias of ethereal beauty and grace. It was the song of an army that had no need for stealth, subtlety, efficiency—only grandiose glory and the projection of power and threat. All who heard them, all who beheld them, would know that the heavens were theirs.

Huddled inside a crumbling building, the five surviving members of 8a01:322:c7e6::fade:0/112 listened to the song that had once rung in their ears as their comrades died in front of them.

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2024-11-01

[Technovember prompts by Caffeinated Otter]

> IDREQ 0

< It's me, a1.

> IDREQ 0

< C'mon, a1, lemme in already.

> IDREQ 0

77 sighed.

< IDENT 24 8a01:322:c7e6::fade:7700

> AUTHCH 44 NG6gXhdkfQF1qpFu23qMjisWXNdjV+VEoHVAoTb9plM=

< AUTHRS 44 wNy9eH3Jg72hzyKAkbLVVsFA/eWU7B+icW0F7olC1Uc= INFO 10 Happy now?

The blast door of the bunker slid open. 77 stepped in, tossing a power pack in the air and catching it in one hand. Her other hand, and the arm it belonged to, were conspicuously missing.

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