kintsugi IN SPACE

I did some worldbuilding in this thread a while back, and I consolidated it and others' in this thread here.

 

S.E.E.B.S.

Seraphic-Ecclesiastical Energy Bombardment System.

 

"So, where's Jesse?"
Em shrugged. "Out in the fields, talking to Seebs, I think." A mouse crawled out from behind the curtain of their hair before disappearing down the collar of their sweater.
"Isn't Seebs, like, the defence satellite AI?" The newcomer was frowning. "How does being in a field make them easier to talk to?"
A giggle from Ivy. "Seebs is... a whole lot more complicated than an AI."


Biscuit was a very annoying robot, sometimes. Jesse often contemplated these sorts of truths of the universe, especially when lying on his back in the mud, having been kicked there when he'd touched the wrong wire in its chassis, which lead to the 'bot planting one of its eight knees directly in his sternum. A little popup appeared at the edge of his vision, confirming that his medical nanites had finished repairing seven of his ribs, and he sat up.
Watching Biscuit sauntering away as smugly as an animal-intelligence robot could, he chuckled. "Typical. Welp, it's Hard Way time."

He stood up, rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, before starting towards the delinquent robot, grinning with no small degree of malice. He was stopped short, however, by a familiar tingle in his scalp, like the air before a thunderstorm. He turned his face skywards, seeing the stars flickering and moving in patterns and feeling an unnatural breeze on his bare arms.

"HEY JESSE." The voice sounded like a church choir transmitted down a bad telephone connection, and sounded exactly the same as the first time he'd heard them, the glittering fractal nebula in the tank at Headquarters. But that was a different life, a different time.
"Kinda busy here. What's happening, Seebs?"
"I HAVE PERFECTED PROGNOSTICATION."
Jesse scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. Last time you tried that, it intermittently rained fish for a week. In Kintsugi, no less, where there are neither clouds nor lakes."
"WELL. THE FIRST VERSION OF NOSTRADAM.OS HAD SOME BUGS. I FIXED THOSE BUGS, BUT GAVE IT FISH INSTEAD. THAT WAS NOT WHAT I INTENDED. NOW I HAVE CREATED NOSTRADAM.OS MINUS Π-CEES, WHICH IS ROBUST AGAINST THAT KIND OF ERROR."
"If you were fiddling with the fundamental nature of causality, I'm pretty sure we'd all know."
"SEE, I HAVE COME BY A REVELATION THAT MAKES THE WHOLE OF THIS VERY SIMPLE. AND NO RAINS OF FISH, THIS TIME."
"Last time, you said something pretty similar about the locusts from the time before that."
"WELL, IT WAS TRUE. NO LOCUSTS, JUST FISH. WHICH, WHILE NOT IDEAL, WASN'T LOCUSTS AND THUS I WAS TECHNICALLY CORRECT."
"Can I at least warn people before you unleash the next plague upon us?"
"THING IS, I'VE ALREADY PASSED THE POINT WHERE A PLAGUE WOULD MATERIALISE IN THE EQUATIONS, AND IT'S STILL WORKING FINE."
Before Jesse could interject, they continued. "DUE TO BUTTERY FLY EFFECTS, I RESTRICTED THE DOMAIN AND RANGE OF THE PREDICTIONS, AND I THINK I'VE WORKED OUT AN OPTIMUM BASED ON THE RELATIVE LEVELS OF TEMPORAL FLUX AND PARADOX AVERSAL."
"And?"
"I HAVE PEERED PAST THE VEIL OF TIME, THROUGH THE TAPESTRY OF FATE, TO REVEAL THAT OUR CATS ARE GOING TO DO SOMETHING VERY CUTE IN APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES. GET A CAMERA."
Jesse snorted. "Okay, that's hilarious. Do something about Biscuit, won't you babe, and I'll head back to the homestead to see about our new Space Youtube stars."

 

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Aaah, thanks!