driftfleet | Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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[The danger from other inmates was pretty few and far between. She could name the ones who'd killed or attacked pretty quickly.] Pretty much. Just suddenly somewhere else. I was in the middle of a battle and then everything was peaceful and green and confusing. Less green here.

Peaceful and green? Was it to lull you into a false sense of comfort? [What an odd prison.]

That was probably part of it. Plenty of contrasts. Everything was free and plentiful. People were open and accepting most of the time. But then they'd play mind games with us. Sometimes harsh, sometimes...good. [The last thing that happened before coming here was getting a disc with a moment between her and her parents. She hadn't seen them in so long.]

Who was the first to call it a prison? [The description makes her uncomfortable. It's actually very similar to Adstring in some ways; at least before Yun Ling moved them all.]

The wardens. There's a welcome message when you wake up that explains the place and lists your crimes. No trial though. At least not one you're aware of.

Were the crimes attributable or a fabrication? [No judgment, really. Most of what Makie used to do wasn't exactly law-abiding, and if Kitty's a rebel in a world gone so terribly wrong she's a criminal by default.]

[She shrugs.] They don't take context into anything. If you killed someone it's murder whether it was an accident, self defense, to protect someone else, or for fun. Everything worked that way. No one has ever lived a life where they couldn't be charged with crimes there. [Not that she'd argue too hard with her own list, but someone like Spencer Reid? He shouldn't have been there on merit.]

[Some prisons do twist supposed crimes like that-- some men do, anyway, to suit their own needs. But usually not to that extent. It seems odd.]

I wonder how they choose their inmates, then. By that judgment, everyone in every world should be there.

There was more than one prison. I don't know how many, but you're right. It never really made sense.

Did you ever meet the wardens?

More or less. They were AIs. They spoke through a kiosk in the center of the prison. We also saw the engineers who built them a couple of times. No idea who was pulling the strings above them though.

I'm afraid I have no idea what AIs are. [Apologetically. It took her a moment to translate kiosk, too, but she got the gist.]

[She should have figured her knowing that one was a stretch. Something she would have had to have learned outside of home at the very least.] Artificial intelligence. Robots that think for themselves.

[Hilariously she didn't know robots either until she first arrived here a couple weeks ago and met the little cleaning roombas. So the image she has in her mind is uh. Not entirely accurate.]

So somebody... built them to act this way to begin with?

Exactly. They were following out their programming... Their orders. But they can also adapt as situations arise.

I see. [She does. Makie might be from the 18th century, but she's an intelligent woman with an analytical mind. It just takes a small delay while she wraps her mind around new concepts.]

I suppose such a warden isn't capable of reason or negotiation. Is it possible to give them new orders?

They're stubborn, but they can actually handle some of that. As far as new orders go I bet it's possible but that's going to be some tricky hacking. [Which is probably also a word she doesn't know.] They would have a special kind of security against that.

Security I'm afraid I have no knowledge of. But I would hope you can find someone with the right mindset and skills to help.

There were others in the prison who were talented with it too. I'm talking a lot about me.

{She had assumed as such, but that's good to know.]

I suppose it's terrible form to hope you return to a prison. All the same, I wish you luck, Kitty.

I think as long as the person wants to your form can be forgiven. I hope you get back to where you want to go too.

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