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  1. Hello everyone. I appologise for my long absence, but work and life have kept me busy. I've been lurking in the background of the forums for a few months, but I haven't been able to work up the interest or creative energy to start posting again, so instead I'm going to open up my characters for everyone's use, in case there are any loose threads left that their involvement would help solve. Jager, if you don't mind acting as an intermediary, I'll PM you with the login info for Alchemist and his two children. You can pass that on to anyone who's interested. Now for the background and details that may be of interest to people who read my fictions. All of the information in the profile here is accurate, although the links to my stories are all broken now. http://www.rpg-post.com/ubbthreads.php/ubb/showflat/Number/69536#Post69536 However, many of these stories hint at a hidden background and a history not mentioned on these forums. The truth is very simple in essence: Glenn Roberts designed the nova sterility drugs. It was long before his erruption, in 1997 when he first started working for the fledgeling Triton Research Division. He was one of the brightest and most skilled biochemists of his day, and he was used in a secret project, and there is the possibility that he had his intelligence boosted by a nova called 'Mentor'. This would make 'mentor' a pre-n-day nova, but it doesn't matter very much to the story whether this happened or not, so I leave it up to your imagination as to whether this occurred. What definitely did happen was shortly after N-day, when Proteus first started to use the drug Roberts developed, they had a nova erase his memory of this development, and crudely insert a few false memories and and a compulsion not to examine these things very closely. This is the reason why 'Utopia' keeps such a close eye on Alchemist once he leaves Triton - should he ever manage to recover those memories, he would be a serious security breach. The only thing that keeps him alive still is the fact that they believe his memory erasure to have been made permanent and absolute as of 'There's hell to Pay' and his impressive and public distrust of telepaths. As for any other inconsistencies in Alchemist, they can generally be explained by one of three things. 1. Alchemist's primary motivation is the survival of the Nova species. This may be an unconscious response to his ties to the nova sterilization program, but I put it in to give an ironic twist to that when it eventually came out. 2. Alchemist is has a mild case of paranoid schizophrenia. This is not an abberation, it is simply the product of his overactive sense of persecution and a genetic predisposition. His condition was heightened when he went blind, and began to focus on Jager, since he was the only person that Alchemist became incapable of sensing. 3. Alchemist has a soft spot for children. If he sees a kid in danger, he reacts, instantly and efficiently and without any care for consequences. This is why he was the first to get to Amped in 'A scared child', why he agreed to meet with Timeslip in 'Dinner for three', and why he effectively made Clark a ward of the Windy City Knights in 'Lost Children'. This trait goes double for his own children. To answer the question of 'Where has he been?', I leave that up to all of you. If you want an easy way out, Alchemist was a student of Teras ever since he temporarily joined the Harvesters, so it is possible he went into Chrisalys and the Knights were covering for him. If anyone has questions or comments, I'll be checking back here for the next few days. Thanks for everything, RPG-Post, it's been a lot of fun.
  2. I cannot say exactly, due to a promise I have made. However, it involved leaving my children in a dangerous situation, and I am still shamed to this day that it nearly cost Dorothy her life.
  3. Considdering what little you've told us about your erruption, deducing a previous identity doesn't sound terribly hard. The building you were falling near, it was probably some form of hospital? Or belonging to a major corporation? If you know the address (since you recall which floors you were between at the moment of your erruption, I'm sure you can figure out the address), then we can determine whose roof (or high window) you jumped off of. I'll assume you've taken the obvious path of checking out this possibility. And I'll also assume that you found no information about yourself within that building. This brings us to your erruption. Erruption is a unique affair for each of us. What we get out of it, and what happens in that moment, is highly dependent on our state of mind, our desires, and our circumstances. Considder, for a moment, that your amnesia might be one of the benefits of your erruption, rather than an unfortunate side effect. At the moment of your erruption, you WANTED to forget, to become someone new, or to change and have no ties to the past. Physical changes in the immediate area (and occasionally further) have been known to occurr during erruptions. It is possible that, in addition to wiping out your own memory of yourself, you removed the various bits of evidence of your old life from the place you'd just left. Leaving behind no evidence of a 'missing person' to report. An educated guess. I give it only a 30% chance of being correct. Oh, and I HAVE heard of another nova who errupted completely without memory. It called itself Xeno (short for Xenophyophore), and it once posted on these forums. It was completely inhuman in form and mentality, and one of the most unique expressions of our abilities to date. I doubt there's a correlation, but you may be curious how he reacted to his new state. Despite his differences, he adapted quite well to his new life.
  4. From http://www.emedicine.com/emerg/topic851.htm on chlorine gas poisoning: Immediate effects The immediate effects of chlorine gas toxicity include acute inflammation of the conjunctivae, nose, pharynx, larynx, trachea, and bronchi. Irritation of the airway mucosa leads to local edema secondary to active arterial and capillary hyperemia. Plasma exudation results in filling the alveoli with edema fluid, resulting in pulmonary congestion. From scanning Wikipedia: Chlorine gas dissolves very quickly in water. Also, Chlorine gas is heavier than air. My friend, if you start to get a sore throat RUN, DON'T WALK to the nearest source of medical attention. And take your dogs, they'll be at least as bad as you, since they're lower to the ground. Stay in the second floor of your home, and keep out of the basement. You might also considder wrapping a wet towel around your mouth to breathe through if you start to smell chlorine. Good luck, and stay well.
  5. Tommy: I was overcomplicating matters. Gerald explained it better than I did. Free will, yes or no, doesn't matter.
  6. In point of fact, Miss Hoshiko, Biology is a statistical and not a deterministic science - at levels above and below that of the individual. Whether it is deterministic AT the level of the individual organism is hard to determine. Let me clarify: The study of biology at the macroscopic level - the study of the environment - does not predict how individual organisms will interact with their environment. It is the study of how all organisms, as a whole, are likely to affect their environment. Like the study of a large volume of heated gasses, each individual is either treated as a probability, or else studied in order to predict the behaviour of other, similar individuals. Even nova level biologists do not often considder the actions of every individual within a system - they merely tend to be better at predicting the gestalt actions of the whole. The study of biology at the level of the species is the same. Anthropology, sociology, history - while they may occasionally be concerned with the individual, that tends to be concern over the outliers - the actions of the individual are largely ignored, because the actions of the individual are hard to predict. It is with the central mass of the group that these sciences concern themselves. Again, it is a statistical science. Some of this has started to change with late human and early nova science and computational abilities, but not yet to any great degree. At the level of the individual, we get psychology, biochemistry, neurology, and a whole host of other sciences devoted to understanding how the body or mind functions. I think that Miss Newcastle is saying that the entire individual can be understood (if not by a human or nova, then by something) well enough so as to be completely predicted. This may or may not be true - the uncertainty you find at the quantum level really only applies when you're working with less than a dozen atoms. Something the size of a single strand of DNA - tens of thousands of atoms in size - is as stable in quantum mechanics as the chair you're sitting in. Of course, there could be other factors in the determination of free will. While a single person can be predicted statistically with a high (90% or better) chance of accuracy, it has never been shown (and believe me, experiments HAVE been done) that the workings of the brain are deterministic in nature. This may be a problem with the current models - to truly predict the firing of neurons you need to be able to map, in real time, the concentrations of dozens of different neurochemicals in the brain. You must also have a physical understanding of the neuroconnections within the brain - how one neuron connects to the others around it - that is beyond normal human science. Even with a complete understanding of these things, the brain may not be deterministic. The only way to be sure is by getting the brain into an identical state multiple times and seeing it go through the same set of states over and over. The first part of this is beyond our current science, even with the aid of novas. Percieving the second step may be possible now, but has not been tried to my knowledge. As for what I believe on the subject - I say it doesn't matter. Free choice is both true and an illusion at the same time. You choose to be who you are, and your choices define who you are. You cannot act contrary to yourself even if you try - because by trying, you have become someone who acts contrary to themselves. As for those who have posted above: Crusader: My, that was particularly lucid of you. Very nicely put. Leliel: RE Crusader: A quotation about infinite monkeys comes to mind. As for reality, I don't really think there IS such a thing as 'infinite', even where a multiverse is concerned.
  7. Optimus Prime's original moniker is strangely appropriate: Convoy. Just have him wear the old red, blue and silver. And give him clone eventually.
  8. A) If you look, there are already archives of Wikipedia for download (they're very handy, really). If you don't actually want Wikipedia, Google for: Website mirroring freeware There were several promising links a couple down from the top, but they're blocked from work (Apparrently, I can no longer access free-software sites. Odd.)
  9. Ooh. I really like Jack's idea. Start out at the very beginning. Rebuild the world, and there's darn good reason why everyone's roughly the same power level. Also why everyone's making new characters at the same time. If we're going to leave it as un-moderated as the 2016 forums, then we wouldn't much need strict enforcement of XP buildup. If it was moderated, the mod would set the rules. That simple, I think. Although, to be honest, if it's an un-moderated forum, I'm not sure it would last very long - I don't see how it would be any more interesting than the 2016 forum, and there would be fewer people playing there.
  10. Alchemist wasn't surprised when Velvet stepped forward - if anyone could reach Warren at this point, it would be her. But he was surprised at how quickly it was done. But he never let surprise stop him, and he was once again moving dials on the device in Warren's chest. He took a measure of the signal from Warren's brain to his heart - and found a stable waveform. It was weak, but enough to keep his heart going. Alchemist killed the dampening effect of the device, and even tweaked it to amplify the signal to the heart for a few seconds. The effect was subtle, but still dramatic. The constant tone of the heart monitor became a steady rhythm instantly, his heart beating slowly and steadily. With a sigh of relief, Alchemist withdrew the electrical stimulator from its place in Warren's chest, and asked the nurse if she could stitch up the patient. When she nodded, looking professional once more, Alchemist allowed himself to slump slightly in relief, and in exhaustion - he hadn't been at full quantum reserves when he came up here, and now he felt more than a little drained. "Thank you, Ms. Vincent. And you as well, Clark. I think he'll be alright, now."
  11. Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't intended to post 'out of order', as it were. If you like, I'll edit my post to empty, and wait for you to post before re-posting my modified entry. I'd thought that I was leaving plenty of time between posts, but I'd also wanted to finish this story while I had some breathing room (Real life has been busy). Go ahead and post from where Clark left, and I'll get to the 'surgery' after you.
  12. Alchemist, sitting at the front of the room and not bothering to turn at the various comments made, rolls his eyes. Not that many people would be able to tell, with the gold foil that covered them, but it made him feel better. This was turning out about as well as could be expected - fill a room with novas and start talking about teras, and you'd get twice as many opinions as there were people in the room. Still, he'd rather get on with this instead of turning it into a debate about the purpose of life. "All startling revelations aside, Procyon, I think that just about everyone here has a good idea of the basis of Teras. We are not human, we are evolving, and nothing we can do will stop that evolution, Sandcaster. Or are you going to tell me that the safety of the ones you love, or even your duty to the knights, is less important to you than your health? Oh, Dorothy, be a dear and get Anne some alca-seltzer from the vending machine in the lobby?" Alchemist shakes his head and sighs. "The only long term solution to our species survival is to learn some control over the quantum effect we call taint. Thus far, the only group to show any ability to do that are the Terats. Further research is of course an excellent idea, whether it is done by Procyon, his group, one of us, what have you. It hardly matters. What is important is that right now we're here to learn how the Terats have been doing so well in controlling their evolution." "Some of you might not know this, so I will state it plainly. The ability to control taint comes from a process called Chrysalis. In order to perform Chrysalis, or perhaps in order to harness it, I've never gotten a clear answer, you need to follow a path and a philosophy. By following this philosophy and pouring your heart into it, you are effectively marching away from your humanity, and into the unknown. That is my best understanding of Teras, and hopefully, Procyon here can explain the rest." Having done his best to get the Alchemist sits back in his seat and carefully regards Procyon. Dorothy, mostly unnoticed, slips back into the room and hands a still-fizzing cup to Sandcaster.
  13. Needles dive into the now still nova's body, writhing as if alive. They snake their way through wounds and ruptures, ignoring the attempts at muscle movement just as they ignore the heightened gravity. Leaving behind them trails of fiber that hold the wounds tightly closed, preventing the nova from bleeding out once his heart re-starts. It takes precious minutes to complete, even with the speed at which the living needles sew, and in those minutes Revenant's body is held still by the inexorable grasp of gravity. Sweat glistens on his dead face, despite Renee's best efforts with a sponge. His sickly palor has taken on whole new depths of ashen grey, the blackened veins and greyish muscle clearly visible. As the needle's efforts wind down, Alchemist directs the nurses' and Clark's efforts like a conductor in an orchestra. "Clark, let up on his head, Renee, intubate him, Paul, get the respirator. Now bring over the heart monitor, both of you." A long, low tone comes from the heart monitor as it's attached to Warren, complaining that the body it's attached to has no pulse. Alchemist takes the scalpel from the tray, and uses its point at the peak of Revenant's skull, it's tip becoming a tiny whirring drill very briefly, making an equally tiny hole - just big enough for the needle of a syringe. The pillow under Warren's head latch onto him and become steel, a vice keeping his head perfectly still. The syringe is in Alchemist's hand a moment later, the tip of the long needle going into his skull, then deep into his brain - right into the node. Every eye is on the syringe as it slowly injects its mysterious payload straight into Revenant's node. A moment of tense silence follows as Alchemist carefully extracts the needle - and then his skin starts to grow paler. Just as sickly, but the palor of ill-health instead of the ashen grey of death. "Clark, ease up, he doesn't have his quantum keeping him alive now." Renee and Paul sigh in relief, the tension leaving them. Renee even bursts into tears, saying, "Oh god, he's going to be OK!" But Alchemist's cold eyeless stare hasn't left Warren's body yet. Five seconds pass and he remains immobile. "Clark, let up completely." Ten seconds. Warrens body lay completely still on the medical table, no longer attempting to fight its restraints. The problem finally penetrates the awareness of the baselines in the room - the heart monitor is still keening out its single long note. The clinically mournful tone that says, "This man is dead." Ten seconds with no pulse. It was too long. Alchemist stepped forward to intervene yet again. The edge of Alchemist's wrist-comm distended and elongated, the internal circuitry re-forming as it did so. Far more complicated than simply animating some needles, here he was building a machine from bare idea and matter. It become a long needle - covered in insulation except for the very tip, which was forked when extended. At the top, a mass of circuitry, its purpose unknowable, a handful of dials and a pair of display screens. The tip retracted slightly into the insulation - and Alchemist plunged the device into Warren's chest, right over his heart. A second later, the screens on the device - one emitting visible light, the other flowing through chemical states that Alchemist could interpret - changed to show an erratic waveform which resembled nothing so much as pure electrical noise. "His brain is sending scrambled messages to his heart - whatever is going on in his head, it must be terrible to do this to his autonomic nervous system." Adjustments are made to the device sticking out of Warren's chest, and the seconds tick by as blood fails to flow through Warren's still body. Shaking his head, his frustration finally breaking the surface, Alchemist finally admits the futility of his actions. "I'm sorry, his body is fighting me. I can't get his heart started. And unless someone can get him to calm down, I'm afraid he's going to die."
  14. The words "Do it" are like a trigger being pulled to Alchemist, releasing all of the tensions in the room into his plan. He moves to Revenant's barely-restrained form and stares at it, studying it like a painter studies a blank canvas. Restrained muscles flex and flow, sometimes at random, but more often struggling unconsciously directly against their bonds. Even in a coma, Revenant tries to slip free of his restraints. But as he does so, wounds once sewn shut open anew, and partially-healed cuts begin leaking dark fluids. Even restrained as he is, he manages to do damage to himself, while making it impossible for Alchemist to begin repairing the damage. The first sign that Alchemist has noticed Clark's presence is when he speaks to her while still staring down at Revenant. "Clark, hold him down. Velvet, if you're abilities can affect muscle movement, now would be an excellent time to use them. I need him to be still so that the needles do not simply do more damage." Without looking away from the twitching body, Alchemist threads all twelve needles with the thin suturing fiber. The needles begin to bend and twist organically into unpleasant shapes, and move to hover over the various wounds, both internal and external, as Alchemist awaits his opportunity.
  15. The call comes in while Alchemist is working in his lab - trying to perfect yet another lifesaving device for the Knights to use. But this call is urgent and his work forgotten in a moment - Revenant was going critical, the seizures that had worried him from the start were turning into something deadly. Alchemist's feet blur slightly over the main staircase that runs up from his lab in the second sub-basement. Five flights to get to the second-floor infirmary, but with quantum-born speed it was still faster to run than take the elevator. Alchemist's wrist display fails to glow - but the chemically unstable surface shows him better than any true monitor what is happening to Revanent's body and mind. Cause and effect blur in Alchemist's consciousness, driven beyond mortal comprehension by need. Things were bad, and getting worse. It was far from certain that Revenant would be able to heal himself this time. It was time to do something drastic. *** In the controlled chaos that was the Knight's emergency-care facility, three sets of voices were yelling to be heard over the screaming of machines. The late shift nurse, Renee, was attempting to diagnose Revenant based on data that would have been patently absurd for a baseline. The orderly, Paul, was failing to hold down the wildly thrashing nova. And Velvet was watching it all in horror. Over it all, the monitors that were still attached to Warren's body were all calling out in distress at what was going in within the injured nova's body. Into the chaos, Alchemist calmly strode. Cold as ice, hard as stone, unreadable as a blank wall. At least, that's how he looked from the outside. Inside his turmoil was as bad as what was going on around him. But no one in the room needed him to show that right now - least of all Warren. "Paul, use the straps. Renee, help him. Keep him still, I need to repair some of his internal sutures." The cold authority in his voice gets the two moving again, moving like the professionals they are. They have no real chance of binding the Nova by themselves - even without quantum enhancement, his manic strength right now would prevent them from using normal restraints. But the bindings built into Alchemist's emergency-care table were meant to hold against those far stronger than Warren. Paul continues to struggle against Warren as Renee moves to a console at the foot of the bed. Her deft hands stroke intuitive controls, bringing what look like living steel cables out of the bed's innards and causing them to wrap around the struggling nova. Warren writhes in their grasp, but is no longer flailing. But even as the group watches, the violent muscle-movements continue to rip stitches from flesh. Alchemist is not idle while this goes on. The room is far from sterile, not even good enough for an impromptu operation. So an aerosol can is pulled from a drawer, the pull-off top is ripped off and a dense grey fog is released, settling to the floor as quickly as it rises into the air. The room takes on the crisp antiseptic smell of a hospital almost instantly. Tools are gathered onto a tray - several spools of nearly invisible organic thread, a dozen long stainless steel needles nearly as thin as the thread, a small bandages, a couple of clamps, a single scalpel, and lastly a syringe filled with clear liquid, pulled from a sealed metal cube that simply falls open in Alchemist's hands, then seals itself again as he sets it down. This all takes a long time to tell, but in truth happens in seconds. From the time of Revenant's first violent thrashes to when Alchemist lays his try of tools by Revenant's head, perhaps two minutes have elapsed. And with a suddenness that startles her, and a coldness that chills her, Alchemist turns away from Revenant - to Velvet. His words are terse, and come as quickly as he thinks she can process them. "Ms. Vincent, you are Warren's de facto legal guardian, so I need your permission before I do this. I am certain that Revenant's quantum expression is interfering with his healing process, enough so that he may not survive. I can help, but only by suppressing that quantum expression - effectively forcing him to dorm. This is a highly experimental procedure, and even if it works it will be dangerous. Before I can even try, I need to repair his internal sutures so that he does not die of internal bleeding when his heart starts up again. Afterwards, the forced transition from quantum-fueled metabolism to biological metabolism will be dangerous. But the alternative is to watch him suffer and possibly die. I cannot legally make this decision, you have to." As the seconds tick by and Warren's restrained struggles lend urgency in the background, Alchemist coldly awaits Velvet's answer.
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