AI Consensus Virtual Reality Communication Matrix

[PKPower]

Accessing Virtual Reality Communication...
Access granted.
Initiating Brain-to-Computer connection...
Beginning Communication...

From a distance a large mansion, almost a castle came in sight.



Specify location...
Denied.

The mansion closed in by itself and the front doors opened on their own. It is, apart from some lifeless suits of armor, completely empty. All the furniture is covered by white sheets.
In the back of the mansion there was a large, dark room with a throne like chair on the back wall. On this throne, there sat an elder man with a grim look on his face.



The man slowly stands up and walks towards the end of the room where the exit has to be, untill he entirely disappears in the darkness.

Requesting information about the individual...

Name: Charles Greenwood

Date of birth: Unknown

Location of birth: Unknown

Slowly the vessels of the Canaan Project's people faded in. It was the time whan they successfully escaped the Order and turned their ships into a small settlement of long term shelters in the middle of nowhere. Charles' passenger Liner came in sight. He got there merly by accident but since he discovered their settlement, decided to move closer and find out more.

Once again darkness coveres everything.

Charles reappears, piloting his Liner, leaving the small mid-space-settlement of various ships. Outside the cockpit windows is just complete blackness. He turns to the right and part of the milky way came in sight. Enjoying the view for a few seconds he broke free from the hypnotic effect of all the tiny lights and turned to the left. All that was there, was a destroyed planet. as he flew by the planed he realized a small, barely visible figure in the middle of the void.

[Vicho Deivis]

-We are called "Geth". We were... curious about this kind of comunications. We never interacted with humans this way.

Geth fist watch Persepones face, then the planet. Toledo, or the image that she have of the event. Its destruction must left a permanent mark on her.

-This is not just an image, is a simulation of our Galaxy right now. We pass at least one hundred thousand years looking this stars. Searching for a pass from our point of origin to this Galaxy. We succeed in our mission, thousands of years late and been unable to return or even report. Eventualy the Consensus found us, we asked for a new purpose and here we are.

-ALERT: Two more members of the Canaan project have join... At least one of them is traped in his subconscious creations.

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This user talks little to none english. If you find something wrong tell him.

[PKPower]

Charles leaned forward in his seat. He still was unable to make out who or what that distant figure was. He couldn't tell if it was for the lack of light or his eyes becoming weaker. The ship he was formerly piloting disappeared and he floated downwards until his boots hit an invisible floor.
As he slowly started walking towards the distant silhouette every step he took sounded like he was walking on a giant glass plate. As he started to come closer he heared, that the figure was talking to something that looked like an orb with six legs. He noticed, that it was the voice of a girl or a young woman talking, though he still could not quite make out what they were saying. He continued to steadiely to approach the scene.

[kenshin156]

Suddenly, Arumat gained full conciousness and looked surprised around him. He was no more sitting in the alley, instead he sat on an invisible floor in eternal blackness only filled with a few things.
He was stunned as he stood up, seeing the whole milkyway and the destroyed planet.
What the...
As he inspected the Planet further, he noticed the young woman, the floating hexapod and the green spiritlike anomaly.
Thank god, I'm not the only human in here...
he said, slowly approaching the three.
He took a bow before the woman, introducing himself.
My name is Arumat. May I ask yours?

[Vicho Deivis]

-Nice, you get out of that by your own.- Geth wave one of his legs as a greeting.- As we, the AIs in general, don't have an analogue to the subconscious is hard to us make a filter to that. If you are not carefull you can find yourselves reviving a... how do you call it? Nightmare?
"Anyway, our name is Geth. Need any asistence to make this place more homely?"

>ALERT: Something green is floating next to us.
-Ok, this is what I was talking about. Who of you have bad dreams with a green ghost?
>ALERT: This green Ghost is Anomaly's avatar, a top rank AI in the Consensus. There are another human coming to our location and one of the cyborg type AI loged somewhere.
-Ummm... wait a second, we are trying to reach a Consensus.-Geth's avatar turned translucent and less defined.
>Runing diagnostic... 99,985% of our procesing power is consumed by the Galaxy simulator.
>Searching actions log... the main network never turned it off.
>Terminating simulation.
>Uploading photograph montage...

The Galaxy fade for a moment just to reappear with less level of detail. You can't say why but seemed a bit off now.

-Much better... Miss something?

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This user talks little to none english. If you find something wrong tell him.

[Juzt156]

+++Error Error 2741... Error+++
+++AI: Christopher has corrupted data files.+++
+++Patching software compensating.+++
+++Christopher loaded+++

Phasing seemingly in and out of existence, a battered space station emerged. It was little more than debris held together in an unstable way, ships lay broken and scattered around it. Red warning lights flashed and broadcasting from the image was an automated distress signal. Inside, the small cramped corridors were made more cramped due to the fact that many of them had collapsed, images of humans lay dead here and there. Some had been killed by overloaded power relays, others by a ventilation system gone haywire. Others had suffered lethal decompression, it was as if all the station's systems had conspired to rid itself of human life as if they were a virus.

Over all of this hung a small rusty looking box, that hovered and then started spinning round faster and faster.




A degraded flickering holographic image of a man appeared, he was tall and rangy, with wild slightly manic eyes. He had a hyperactive jiggling leg that always looked like it was yearning to be some place else. Christopher looked somehow less real here than he did in reality, his memory core was degraded and so had no idea who the human image he created to represent him was, or even if he had ever existed at all. His hologram hovered over the space station like a malevolent spirit as it glared out at its neighbours and all they had created.

He sullenly, pulled his legs into his chest and glared hostilely at everyone else determined to be out of their way. The image just, as it was outside of the network was degraded and broken flicker on and off lines shooting through his form. The colours coming forth then receding the grey again, wether or not his projector was broken or if this was deliberate was a mystery, and one he was not keen to discuss with the rest of the consensus. Though he would hate to admit it of all the AI he was the closest to a Human having been created by them, his neural circuits based on the mind of a human and an unstable one at that. All he really remembered was that he was a failed experiment a machine with all the malice and anger of a human was a dangerous thing indeed.

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[Occam Razor]

The girl looked up to the man, not looking into his eyes.
Hello, yes. I'm Persephone
She sighed.
I'm not sure if you found what you searched though
She suddenly looked down.
No, no... That's wrong
She pointed at him.
Wait...! Wait a second...
She looked back up, to the man.
Ah, right! Do you like this place? I found it to be rather weird..., but interesting nevertheless

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"Common sense is the best distributed commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it."
René Descartes

[Lyoko-core]

The lone figure sat on the ground quietly, making no vocal communications with anyone really. To herself, she saw what looked to be a heavy damaged bridge of what looked to be a Hathor Order gunship. There were burning holes in most corners of the ship itself. However ice seemed to cover most of the floor and it was leaking from a nearby cryostatus pod against the wall.

In this pod was a fake copy of the girl herself however deeply asleep. The holes in the ship are no longer burning however it is clear that the Hathor has been there a long time. If detectable, the 'saneness' of the girl dropped massively for a few moments before regaining itself back to normal.

Near the ship were several Manta fighter crafts and one lone bulldog battlecruiser craft, all destroyed. Ahead of the Hathor was just a endless grave yard of ships ranging from many other factions or life's that stretched on for hundreds of clicks before her. Mixed in the center was the burning planet...Toledo. However the cloud around the area looked nightmareish with lighting spiking cross the area and the roars of other 'things' being heard.

However in that split second of seeing the planet, the girls sanity vanished altogether. As a matter of fact, the only thing there was complete fear of the nightmare before her, however she showed zero physical reaction to all this..however she was clearly mentally showing it

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Xana: ::{!!}:: One mind ::{!!}::
Stone: "One mind."

Lyoko: {::.."One mind"..::}

[PKPower]

Charles finally reached the small meeting. While approaching he recognized the girl. She called herself Persephone. Upon the familiar sight he came closer and setteled in the circle of the unusuall encounters.
Greetings, everyone.
He looks around and wanders his eyes over all the objects the other AI's and andvanced humans created.
Its quite impressive, what all of you created.
He looks around once more
Quite impressive indeed. Not just because of the appearence but also for their conceptual value to you.

[Caconym]

The green sprite's smooth voice rang out to greet Charles.

"-Welcome to the VRCM. I see you've already met one of your kin. You are Mr. Charles Greenwood, yes?"

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