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I'm not sure what to think anymore. I'll just run down the important facts. Beth's okay! She just woke up after a while. I was nearby when it happened. I hope she's still not mad about the whole "monster from beyond the grave cracks". Beth's boyfriend screwed up a ritual to find this "Spear" dude who's lost between the hells. This "Spear" dude wants to cut off our world from all supernatural influence. This cult, to which the good city councilman belongs, wants to find the Spear dude so he can do this. And I've got a bruised rib. That pretty much sums it up. We fought a demon recently, which leads me to doubt the city councilman's claims of being one of the good guys. This demon is called a T'mochfar demon, and supposedly it's pretty powerful in its circles and it has a slew of slavish followers, but it caves before more experienced demons who chafe at its childish behavior. You see, we had failed to get any new information from the councilman through impersonating journalism students, so we decided to try and bug his house. Beth was a little bloodthirsty by this point, and I was getting worried. So we decided to try to plant some little cameras around his house and hijack his security system so we could monitor his activities. However, I think I made too much noise, and he conjured an evil demon, who proceeded to beat the ever-loving crap out of us. Mitran didn't have a weapon, so I ran back to him with his axe. Unfortunately for me, the monster thought I was a threat (it was right), so it thwacked me with its tail. I got knocked a good distance, and I'm still sore several days later. I've never been hit that hard in my life. The others managed to stop the monster, but we almost lost the councilman. At least until we found him tied up. Ramone had screwed up another teleportation job and left his clothes scattered all over the place. Oh, and Heather's a technopagan. Or a witch. I'm not sure if she owns any fishnets yet. I wonder what Beth would look like in fishnets. Ouch! Bad brain! Remember she's a zombie! But she's just like a person. Anyway, the councilman says that when the Spear dude gets out and all magic stuff gets separated, no more monsters from hell or zombies, or vampires. Which is a good thing, I guess. But what about people like Heather? She's not a monster like the vampires. She's just a normal person. This would be like killing her twice! My brain hurts. The T-100 has begun to make analogies. That's a good thing. That means that its logic nest is working independently. Today, I asked it a question. I asked if Tweety can fly. Here's the output I got: FACT: Tweety = bird. QUERY: Can Tweety DO fly? bird DO fly if bird = OSTRICH or PENGUIN, bird DO NOT fly likely $tring=OSTRICH or PENGUIN 9%. tweety DO fly. Pretty cool, huh? Right now, the T-100 can converse on the level of a three-year old. I hope soon to get him up to a preteen. If we can get him there, we'll have what is essentially a robot person. Or rather, a robot me. I'm thinking about analyzing the MOLOCH program and seeing if I can figure out how it was able to retain consciousness while only a program. If I can figure that out, I can create electronic life. Post a comment in response: |
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