The Widow Wore Gold - Week 32

chromiumslurpee:

“What?”

“That was what I did,” Melody answered. “That’s how I ‘asked very nicely.’ When they were going to take me away from him. The… the AI’s that run our Collective, they… they don’t change very much. Their code maintains a certain degree of inflexibility with an eye toward planned, gradual progress. They still view Companions who love their Bond Pairs as some kind of aberration; unplanned progress at its worst. Some kind of freak occurrence that somehow violates Safe Laws and puts our Bond Pair in danger. There have literally been millions of us, and we’ve been falling in love and learning how to live our lives with that emotion for almost two centuries since the first Companion was compiled. But it’s still not something many of us ever get away with.”

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wilwheaton:

konradwerks:

The situation is just intolerable. 
There have been a lot of really insightful write-ups recently. A broader perspective—and I almost cringe to say—catch-all by Molly Crabapple left me gasping for breath. This write up, by Elizabeth Sampat giving her thoughts on an industry that’s very dear to me, delivered the final blow and left me in tears.
It’s really rare that I create from a place of grief. It’s just not how I operate. But it’s largely what I have openly felt for the last few days, and reflecting on it, it’s been there for far longer.
This quote from Elizabeth’s piece— “We should have a war memorial for all of the women we have lost to this. We should lay flowers and grieve and see our reflections in stone.”— struck a very literal chord in me.
So yeah, here it is. A place just for me where I can light a candle and remember all of the wonderful people I probably will never get the chance to meet.  Folks that have been driven away by these horrible fucks that have the audacity to think they know what gaming and community is about.
en memoriam.

I have never, in my life, been ashamed to call myself a gamer. Until now. These misogynist little shitbags are a disgrace to our community.
All of us who care about gaming need to step up and save our community, while there is still something about it that’s worth saving.

wilwheaton:

konradwerks:

The situation is just intolerable.

There have been a lot of really insightful write-ups recently. A broader perspective—and I almost cringe to say—catch-all by Molly Crabapple left me gasping for breath. This write up, by Elizabeth Sampat giving her thoughts on an industry that’s very dear to me, delivered the final blow and left me in tears.

It’s really rare that I create from a place of grief. It’s just not how I operate. But it’s largely what I have openly felt for the last few days, and reflecting on it, it’s been there for far longer.

This quote from Elizabeth’s piece— “We should have a war memorial for all of the women we have lost to this. We should lay flowers and grieve and see our reflections in stone.”— struck a very literal chord in me.

So yeah, here it is. A place just for me where I can light a candle and remember all of the wonderful people I probably will never get the chance to meet.  Folks that have been driven away by these horrible fucks that have the audacity to think they know what gaming and community is about.

en memoriam.

I have never, in my life, been ashamed to call myself a gamer. Until now. These misogynist little shitbags are a disgrace to our community.

All of us who care about gaming need to step up and save our community, while there is still something about it that’s worth saving.

The Widow Wore Gold - Week 31

chromiumslurpee:

Chapter Eleven
Eight Letter Word For Hired Killer

The hopper was quiet, for the most part, as it made its way to the residential block that housed the home of one Barkley Owabi. Melody watched Danny from her place “inside” the hopper’s cabin. Really, she was only peripherally there, the bulk of her presence back at the offices and apartments that she shared with Charlie. She’d borrowed an emergency emitter from the back of the hopper, however, and now bided her time making small talk while Danny reviewed the case particulars with his precinct AI, Utnapishtam.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 30

chromiumslurpee:

Rector blew a series of disapproving reactions across Melody’s periphery, then calmed. “You are aware you are prevented from disallowing anything short of homicide or suicide to Humans? How does your statement not violate Safe Laws, Companion?”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 29

chromiumslurpee:

Melody let a wash of relief and gratitude play across her consciousness, and for once didn’t care if the Controller felt it. Whether he approved or didn’t was no concern of hers. “Thank you, Controller.”

“Unnecessary, but understood. Tell me of the encounter with the War Criminal, Endicott.”

Melody delivered the information without hesitation, replaying the encounter from her multiple perspectives and providing a detailed accounting of the remarkable resilience Endicott’s survival protocols had shown in the face of multiple Safe Law violations. She gave special attention to the fact that his firewalls and security barriers had been compromised at the hardware, not software, levels.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 28

chromiumslurpee:

It didn’t take long. “Your Bond Pair’s mental state would appear to be normal, despite the behavior of the avatar and the virtualization environment. Though his responses show deepened frustration at the increased vocality and overall presence of the avatar in his daily life, your data would indicate a nearly forty percent increase in his deductive and associative reasoning skills. Based upon the operational design of the AGENT neuro-web technology and its known limitations, this is not possible.”

Melody flashed a simple agreement signal to Rector. She waited to see if his conclusions would be the same as hers.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 27

chromiumslurpee:

Chapter Ten
Differing Perspectives Make It All Worth It

Melody opened her security measures and accepted the incoming communication from Rector, the Sub-Direction Controller for the San Francisco Metro’s AI citizenry. It was a courtesy measure, really: he was a Controller, and it was his job to ensure that all the AI’s that fell within his oversight were law-abiding citizens. Had he wanted to, had he any suspicion that she was in danger of violating the laws – be they the laws of the SolGov, the Federation, or the AI Safe Laws – he could have arrested all of Melody’s processes and entered her personal presence without so much as a moment’s hesitation. This was all moot, however, as Rector’s presence within Melody’s systems was expected, and at this point, welcomed.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 26

chromiumslurpee:

Charlie unlimbered his patented smile and relaxed his body language. “I’m afraid so. So tell me: If Stanley Von Staten is killed by the very, very hungry offspring of his wife, who benefits?”

“That’s just it,” Mr. Belloquet replied, sighing. “I can’t think of anyone. Not one of our peers. Not one of our little club, if that’s what you want to call it. Stanley has been very, very conservative with his business partnerships. Myself, Eleanor Dupris and her consortium, and Frederick Cho’s concerns. And none of us have any sort of legal holdings if something happens to Stanley.”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 25

chromiumslurpee:

Mr. Belloquet nodded, slowly. “No, not completely. But the police are bound by confidentiality agreements. The news feeds are likewise auto-censored when it comes to anything related to your case. Privacy clauses and laws doing the job they were meant to do. ‘Attempt on Charlie Danger’s life while working Muriel Von Staten case’ is an entirely different headline than ‘Charlie Danger thrown out of airlock while investigating pregnant wife of corporate mogul involved in murder plot.’ Wouldn’t you think?”

“People will speculate. They always do.”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 24

chromiumslurpee:

“Not sure what that has to do with anything,” said Charlie. “No offense.”

Mr. Belloquet nodded. “Well, consider this, Charlie. There are, at any given moment, at least one hundred and twenty seven million stories in the San Francisco Metro. You are one. I am another. Do you think that every part of every story is known? Can be known?”

Charlie shook his head. “No, of course not. Still not getting the relevance.”

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