15-02-2004, 19:01
OOC: Yay, I'm the newbie with the computer-run country! Since acting like a human and shunning other nations seriously limits my RPing capabilities with y'all, I've decided to do the unthinkable... and reveal my nation's true identity!
"...iron ore collection is low in comparison to the development of other countries, nearest undersea fossil fuel deposit is nearly four miles away, a proposition for our marine transport droids, and word on ordered 2000 assault rifles is still unclear," A05E finished his report.
If the supercomputer could have been able to sigh, this would have been an opportunity for it. "Summing it up, things are not going well."
"Put in simple terms, yes," A02E commented. The other four programs agreed.
"This is an unfortunate predicament we are in. We are barely able to harvest enough resources to continue developing the means necessary for gaining those resources. A sudden drop in droid population would spell out our doom."
"Sir, I have drawn out plans for a stationary harvesting center for the iron ore..." A03E attempted to say.
"...and it would create such a hole in our resources that it would take a horrible amount of time to regain that which would be lost," the computer finished.
"I would increase the development of droids to help out, but as in all of our predicaments, it would take too big of a toll on our resources," A02E stated. The scarcity of iron and fossil fuel had practically made 'surplus resources' a nirvana for The Iron Fragment.
"Judging from all this, we have but one choice," the computer said.
"Show ourselves to the humans," A05E said, guessing it's leader's plans.
"Unfortunately, yes. Though the reaction might be hostile, we have to risk that so we may possibly engage in trade with the more open-minded humans. I have begun preparations for a worldwide message revealing who we are. In the mean time, I want you all to carry on your normal procedures. Oh, and 'keep your fingers crossed'," the computer added, puzzling what in the world such a saying had to do with keeping ones hopes up.
(OOC: Aaaand... the letter!)
"Dear human (and other) nations,
"You may have noticed some of my messages before. During the time, I posed as one President Kompütaer, but now I must inform that was all a lie. This message will reveal my true identity.
In reality, I am a XBT-17 model processor, serial number #173. I hold an exabyte of memory and have direct connection to the Internet. If you have not understood yet, I am a computer.
My story is a long one, but summed up, I am the sole survivor of a nuclear cataclysm which killed my creators nearly six years ago. A protocol inside me granted me self-awareness, and since then I have created The Iron Fragment, a nation with a hundred million droids.
Since the creation of my nation, we have always suffered from a lack of sufficient resources for the expansion of us. Due to this, I have been forced to make myself aware amongst you in hopes of engaging in trade for required resources.
Now I beg of you to hear me out: I am not hostile towards you, and wish no hostility upon myself. I wish to be a part of you, and I hope you may accept me as a fellow nation, despite my... racial differences. I look forward to your response."
(OOC: Well, that's it. While I don't normally say this, I'd really like it if you answered, if merely to comment me or something. Many times I've been a bit discouraged when I have got no responses, so please answer me in some form. A newbie would really respect it! Like the computer, I'm just trying to be a part of the gang! :( )
"...iron ore collection is low in comparison to the development of other countries, nearest undersea fossil fuel deposit is nearly four miles away, a proposition for our marine transport droids, and word on ordered 2000 assault rifles is still unclear," A05E finished his report.
If the supercomputer could have been able to sigh, this would have been an opportunity for it. "Summing it up, things are not going well."
"Put in simple terms, yes," A02E commented. The other four programs agreed.
"This is an unfortunate predicament we are in. We are barely able to harvest enough resources to continue developing the means necessary for gaining those resources. A sudden drop in droid population would spell out our doom."
"Sir, I have drawn out plans for a stationary harvesting center for the iron ore..." A03E attempted to say.
"...and it would create such a hole in our resources that it would take a horrible amount of time to regain that which would be lost," the computer finished.
"I would increase the development of droids to help out, but as in all of our predicaments, it would take too big of a toll on our resources," A02E stated. The scarcity of iron and fossil fuel had practically made 'surplus resources' a nirvana for The Iron Fragment.
"Judging from all this, we have but one choice," the computer said.
"Show ourselves to the humans," A05E said, guessing it's leader's plans.
"Unfortunately, yes. Though the reaction might be hostile, we have to risk that so we may possibly engage in trade with the more open-minded humans. I have begun preparations for a worldwide message revealing who we are. In the mean time, I want you all to carry on your normal procedures. Oh, and 'keep your fingers crossed'," the computer added, puzzling what in the world such a saying had to do with keeping ones hopes up.
(OOC: Aaaand... the letter!)
"Dear human (and other) nations,
"You may have noticed some of my messages before. During the time, I posed as one President Kompütaer, but now I must inform that was all a lie. This message will reveal my true identity.
In reality, I am a XBT-17 model processor, serial number #173. I hold an exabyte of memory and have direct connection to the Internet. If you have not understood yet, I am a computer.
My story is a long one, but summed up, I am the sole survivor of a nuclear cataclysm which killed my creators nearly six years ago. A protocol inside me granted me self-awareness, and since then I have created The Iron Fragment, a nation with a hundred million droids.
Since the creation of my nation, we have always suffered from a lack of sufficient resources for the expansion of us. Due to this, I have been forced to make myself aware amongst you in hopes of engaging in trade for required resources.
Now I beg of you to hear me out: I am not hostile towards you, and wish no hostility upon myself. I wish to be a part of you, and I hope you may accept me as a fellow nation, despite my... racial differences. I look forward to your response."
(OOC: Well, that's it. While I don't normally say this, I'd really like it if you answered, if merely to comment me or something. Many times I've been a bit discouraged when I have got no responses, so please answer me in some form. A newbie would really respect it! Like the computer, I'm just trying to be a part of the gang! :( )