AI-generated discovery RP

[Corile]

Some new stuff on a different gpt3 model. It seems like it knows about Freelancer given the correct faction names in generated text.

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The Scimitar landed on the sands of Crete. They were in the largest city of the planet, Cayambe. She left the ship on the pad for it to be taken to one of the large hangars, sliding her cred-chip in front of a reader. Her balance was slim, but not slim enough not to afford a vacation on the Corsair homeland.

"So, explain to me what we're doing here. And this time in plain English." She felt like she knew the answer to this question, but she wanted to be sure she understood him correctly. To be honest, it had been a long time since she'd been on a planet, and she'd forgotten how beautiful it was. The sun was shining, and the breeze was blowing. She could hear the sound of waves crashing on the beach.

"We are going to visit your cousin. He lives here on Crete."

"Oh, yes. That's right. My cousin. I'd forgotten."

"Has it been so long?"

"Yes. I haven't seen him since…"

"Since you were a child."

"Yes."

"I thought you might want to see him."

"I do. Thank you."

"And I thought you might want to see your homeland."

"I do. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They walked through the city, and she was surprised by how much it had changed. It was still beautiful, but it was more modern than she remembered. They came to a stop in front of a large, imposing building.

"This is it."

"This is my cousin's house?"

"Yes."

"It's…wow."

"Yes. He's done very well for himself."

"I'll say."

They walked up to the door and knocked. A man answered, and she was surprised to see that it was her cousin. He was older than she remembered, but he was still handsome. He had the same dark hair and blue eyes that she did.

"Cousin!"

"Aria! It's been too long."

They hugged each other, and she was surprised by how good it felt. She'd thought she'd forgotten him, but she realized now that she'd just pushed the memories away. It was too painful to think about her old life.

"Come in, come in."

They followed him into the house, and she was amazed by how luxurious it was. He led them into a sitting room and gestured for them to sit. A servant brought them refreshments, and she sipped her drink, feeling out of place.

"So, how have you been?"

"Good. I'm good."

"You look good."

"Thank you."

"You must be wondering why I asked you here."

"Yes."

"I need your help."

"My help?"

"Yes." He leaned forward, and she could see the seriousness in his eyes. "I'm in danger, Aria. I need you to protect me."

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The large desert world of Bruin is one of the largest planets in Sirius that don't fall into the category of gas giants. Its thick atmosphere, however, doesn't contain nearly enough oxygen to support organic life, and strong gravitational field makes any terraforming attempts impossible right from the start.

Because of this, Bruin is mainly used as a dumping ground for toxic waste from industrial sites across Sirius. The world is also the headquarters of a small mining operation, run by the Liberty Rogues to exploit the world's vast mineral resources.

Since the Rogues have no competition, they don't feel the need to keep their activities covert. As a result, the world is a popular destination for tourists and adventure seekers.

Despite being a popular destination, Bruin is still a dangerous place. The world's atmosphere is incredibly corrosive, and the surface is littered with toxic waste. The only safe place on the planet is the city of New Liberty, which is heavily fortified against the harsh conditions outside.

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Shrouded in an almost perpetual fog, not helped by the constant drizzling rain, the heart of Bretonia is planet New London, with its capital city and seat of government bearing the same name. Colonized in 19 AS, the vast majority of the Bretonian aristocracy lives here, although even the poorest citizen lives in relative comfort and security. A large majority of New London's population works for the aristocracy, who have amassed great fortunes by making deals with the other houses. New London's capital, the city, is located on the eastern coast of the planet. The city is a huge metropolis, with a large central "downtown" section, and an expansive "uptown" section that is composed of several large neighborhoods. At the center of the uptown section is the Palace of Westminster, the seat of government for the Bretonian nobility. The city is also home to a large number of military academies and barracks, as well as the headquarters of the Bretonian Armed Forces.

New London's primary spaceport is located on the outskirts of the city. The spaceport is a large, well-defended facility, and is the primary point of entry for all military and commercial vessels entering the system. The spaceport is also home to a large number of warehouses and storage facilities, as well as a number of manufacturing plants.

New London's climate is temperate, with cool winters and mild summers. The planet experiences a high amount of rainfall, and the fog is a constant presence.

New London is the primary manufacturing center for the Bretonian nobility. The planet is home to a number of large factories and manufacturing plants, as well as a number of military academies and barracks. The planet also serves as the headquarters for the Bretonian Armed Forces.

Bretonia's primary agricultural world is planet Leeds, which is located in the northern hemisphere of the planet. Leeds is a temperate world, with a moderate climate and a high amount of rainfall. The planet is home to a large number of farms and agriculture facilities, as well as a number of food processing plants.

Leeds is the primary provider of food for the Bretonian nobility. The planet's farms produce a large variety of foodstuffs, which are then shipped to New London and other Bretonian worlds.

Bretonia's primary mining world is planet Manchester, which is located in the southern hemisphere of the planet. Manchester is a cold world, with a freezing climate and a high amount of rainfall. The planet is home to a large number of mines and mining facilities, as well as a number of refineries and processing plants.

Manchester is the primary provider of raw materials for the Bretonian nobility. The planet's mines produce a large variety of minerals and ores, which are then shipped to New London and other Bretonian worlds.

Bretonia's primary research world is planet Oxford, which is located in the northern hemisphere of the planet. Oxford is a temperate world, with a moderate climate and a high amount of rainfall. The planet is home to a large number of research facilities, as well as a number of universities and colleges.

Oxford is the primary center of learning for the Bretonian nobility. The planet's research facilities are responsible for a large amount of the Bretonian nobility's technological advancement. The universities and colleges on the planet provide the nobility with a well-educated workforce.

Bretonia's primary military world is planet Portsmouth, which is located in the southern hemisphere of the planet. Portsmouth is a cold world, with a freezing climate and a high amount of rainfall. The planet is home to a large number of military academies and barracks, as well as a number of manufacturing plants.

Portsmouth is the primary training ground for the Bretonian nobility's military. The planet's academies and barracks train the nobility's soldiers and officers. The manufacturing plants on the planet produce a large variety of military equipment and supplies.

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