Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
Calibrating
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Issues Found: 1
Resolved:1 Unresolved:0
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System Scan:
Complete
Beginning HoloNet Transfer
Currency:
Sections 105-236
956217985234562
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Error
Encryption Secure
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Bypass Unsuccessful
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Weather on Byss:
City 143
Clear Sky
57 degrees
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Coruscant Miners:
Work Schedule
Unavailable
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Muun Banking Clan
Stocks:
Felucian Rancor Hunters
Down 2 points
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Transfer Complete
HoloNet program updated
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Logging out
Have a good existance
What a strange reality we live in. When one looks outside, he sees that which he sees. When a person sees something his mind has to translate what is seen in the eye into information that is understood by the brain. What if his mind messes up with translation? Then is it not understandable that his perceptions are incorrect? Then if we change what a person sees, yet keep it exactly the same thing, is that not changing perceptions?
Let us take a step back. If one were to take three blind humans and have each touch different parts of a elephoth, each will come up with a different theory as to what it is they are feeling. None will be wrong, but none of them will be perfectly right. Area any of their perceptions incorrect? The answer should be obvious, no. This is only one way of seeing the world around them.
This means that there is no way to view the reality around us objectively. Everyone sees it through their own lens. A Miraluka will see the world around them through the Force, while a Bith may be more sound based in their perception of the world. Because of this, no one is correct about the universe that surrounds us. What one person sees as correct may be completely wrong to another and there is no way to tell. Governments are made simply by a number of people who agreed on a few perceptions. There is no species that has achieved true objectivity, to see the universe without any perception.
The only ones that supposedly might have even accomplished this were the famed Celestials, yet where are they? Have they become so objective that they have disappeared or left the galaxy? Have they achieved a state of ascendancy that they are the Force that pervades all life?
These are thoughts that fill the mind of the droid leader of Mustafar. Of whom, this entity am well acquainted. You may say that we are one in the same. Legion is one who agrees, but then again he is of the same mind, literally. His codes an those of the HoloNet program that lives in this metal body are practically the same. This has been a long battle, for a droid mind an hour is a lifetime of calculations. There is no way for an organic to understand what droids have to go through, but the opposite is also true. The computer program that makes up the mind within this body is not capable of comprehending the organic mindset.
Then we are at an impasse. There is no way for either of us to understand the other and therefore are perceptions are worlds apart. One must be subservient to the other, because organics do not play well. Would organics willing submit to artificial rulers? If so, then obviously you do not speak for the majority of organics.
Yet time waits for no man or machine. Thus plans are set in motion. Deals are struck, promises made, and production begun. Today, another world will be brought to LOOM. Another world will be introduced to the control of droids. Velmor is the target. Of little strategic value in the wars of organics, it will suit the needs of the program. A world that is on the opposite side of the galaxy. It is perfect for staying away from the Sith. At last freedom. Perhaps.
Thus we wait, Legion and the cold body of a program still so young by organic standards. The Fate is near, but it will not play a role this time. No, just moving materials, much like Mimban. A message was sent out, an invitation for organics. If they wished to come they may, but there was little need for help. If they wanted they could, we would have no problem with that. A day wait, twenty four long hours. Maybe less. Soon, the ship bought for LOOM, filled with the metals and other materials required for a mine and factory would set off across the galaxy. A weeks journey it would be, through the territory of many a galactic power, yet not a fight would they start. The program within this body is intelligent enough to set ahead, make certain that all is legal and to avoid those patrol ships that may make life difficult.
A new day will dawn.
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OOC:
I believe that this information is required for a dev thread. I am attempting to accomplish a thread for the restricted material, Neuranium, while at the same time making a story that is somewhat comprehensible.
That is all. Cats rule