Collectors are exclusively tools of Techspires, acting as their enforcers of edicts and policies. Their activity is often, but not always, linked with automated Integrators that first locate and subdu... More
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285 DE (2595 CE) : Following the Transcendence Wars (2300-2310 CE), Terra became an inhospitable world compared to its pre-war state. Regardless, huamnity was forced to eek out an existence there with most survivors of ... More / Infinispace / Freehaven, also known as Möbius City, is the only sanctioned city within Infinispace. It is overseen and managed by the Triocracy (specifically the Techspires). Like almost all of Infinispace it's pr... More
Note: Preceded by Rooftop Retreat.
Collector A.I.s 4K9QEKDQ-V and B9Y5YBHV-V exited the mundanity of the high-rise elevator, forced to adopt the same loose laws of physics that Möbius City residents had to adhere to. After all, who would want to play in an environment where the rule-makers could circumvent the rules? The point was to attract Citizens to The Continuum is the greater fabric of the Triocracy's alternate reality. Within this Fabric resides the ability for data communication as well as, if rumors are true, the ability for matter transfer ... More and to Infinispace, not scare them away. To lull them into a sense of security and purpose, to distract most of them from their miserable existences … not to make them question their keepers. The keepers frowned on that. The sleepers must sleep, even if they don’t know they slumber.
Still, on rare occasions, even in Möbius City, rules needed to be enforced. When the edicts are broken that affect the affluent outside Infinispace, the Collectors are compiled in response. Sometimes worse.
“So who’s the victim this time?” Forkay sighed, clearly bored with its current assignment, which it had been on for precisely 5.7 seconds.
“I dunno, some wealthy Spire-ling got his shit heisted by another hotshot probably looking to fund a year of access with one job,” Benign replied.
Forkay shrugged, clearly the influence of a stray subroutine left over from a Realspace assignment, and lifted the rifle to its shoulder as it scanned the hallway leading to the roof of the building. In its head it could hear the whispers of the other Collectors materializing in the building, all searching for the same quarry.
“What have you got going on after this patrol?”
… lull them into a sense of security and purpose, to distract them from most of their miserable existences … not to make them question their keepers. The keepers frowned on that. The sleepers must sleep, even if they don’t know they slumber.
Benign froze for an almost imperceptible moment, accessing its task queue. “I’ll be recompiled as a non-player character in a Battlespace. Looks like the London Offensive right before the bombing. The Mortalist and Transcendentalist belief systems arose as a gradual collision of ideas and values between human factions during the ~250 years between the beginning of the Digital Dark Age (2043 CE)... More faction, naturally.”
They started up a set of narrow stairs that led to the roof, their data scanners lighting surfaces scarlet red as they turned their heads to and fro in an unnaturally precise search pattern.
“Nice, hope you get a good one. I’ll be reassigned as a sandwich advertisement in Realspace. Can you believe that, a fuckin’ sandwich ad!”
Benign suddenly understood its new partner’s earlier uncharacteristic shrug. It let out a close approximation of a chuckle, then raised its hand. “Hold up, here’s the roof access. Remember, identifying, collecting and expunging the perp is first priority. Recovering the avatar is secondary.”
“Yeah, yeah … got it. Let’s hit the roof so I can get to selling those shit sandwiches,” Forkay growled.
Benign laughed. “Hey, I hear everyone loves a good sandwich!”
Forkay’s mechanical visage stared at Benign for an uncomfortably long period, its red scanner pulsing like a heartbeat. It then turned silently and pushed the door to the roof open with the muzzle of its rifle.
To be continued …
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