blasto, meet official opinions on self-replicating minions

[peterxy]

The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.

(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)

Comments

[mxglam]

"It's... bad PR, perhaps, that literally every superpowered person also happens to have some form of horrible trauma in their past."

[thinkering]

"Yeah, I guess. But a lot of people who don't have powers have been through shit too."

[mxglam]

"They have, but they don't also happen to be able to," and they produce a handgun, floating in front of them, "at will. Or," and there's a Siberian lookalike, standing behind them.

[thinkering]

"Mmhm."

[mxglam]

"So when you think that Eidolon is probably a PTSD case waiting to snap, well. It's no wonder the PRT might want to keep this on the down low."

[thinkering]

"Not everyone who's traumatized gets PTSD and most people with PTSD are not going to 'snap'."

[mxglam]

"Right, yes, but this is about public perception. Dealing with mental issues of any kind is not our society's forte, between completely ignoring that depression is a thing and considering emotional abuse to not be abuse at all, so... it's not hard to imagine a situation where public opinion is suddenly against the heroes because of that."

[thinkering]

"Yeah. So... tread carefully, get Branding's okay. Before you invest too much effort into this idea for the presentation."

[mxglam]

"Yeah. I dunno if I should email or just show up there."

[thinkering]

"Email's probably fine, if it's complicated enough they can call you in."

[mxglam]

"Yeah, fair." Floating handgun and Siberian disappear, new copy appears. "You. Go to our room and email them."

[thinkering]

"Are your copies any good at composing emails if you're not thinking closely about it?"

[mxglam]

"They're good at anything I can do automatically or without planning much, or any very obvious actions I would take. They're... less good than your bots at being creative," they explain as the copy goes do that. "If I already have the email skeleton in mind, it's me enough to know how I'd phrase it and do that."

[thinkering]

"Fair enough."

[mxglam]

"Since I'm also expecting it to come here with the reply should it receive it in the next half hour, it'll do that." Pause. "I have no idea what it'll do while I'm not watching."

[thinkering]

"I could send it a bot and spy on it."

[mxglam]

They laugh. "Do that! And, erm, don't tell me what it's doing, that'll probably ruin the experiment."

[thinkering]

"Of course." A bot zooms off to chase the copy-Sadde.

[mxglam]

The copy is going to Sadde's room! It looks over its shoulder when it notices the bot approaching and asks, "What's up?"

[thinkering]

"I'm spying on you," says the bot.

[mxglam]

"Oh. What for?"

[thinkering]

"To see what you do when Glam's not watching."

[mxglam]

"Oh." Pause. "I think they'd probably ask a question now but I'm not sure what it is."

[thinkering]

"That's okay," says the bot.

[mxglam]

"Okay."

They reach Glam's room and start booting the computer. When it boots, the copy start composing the email.