NationStates Jolt Archive

It is to be the dawn of a new era.

Hakurabi's finest neurologists and physicists have collaberated to develop the most advanced computer yet. A fullerene brain.

Indeed, it will revolutionise thinking as we know it, eliminating age-old instincts. No longer will sentinents be burdened by their own minds. No longer would their own bodies turn upon them, slowly destroying their very minds.

Many had screamed out in anger.

Many had cried in disbelief.

And as the barriers of space had fallen to science, so too would the barriers within.

As the sun dawned on Fox Station, the most brilliant of Hakurabi worked tirelessly to bring about the New Reanissance.

Eh?

Just a very epic way of saying "I am developing an artificial brain that is more efficient and more versatile than normal organic ones."

Ahh. I see.


The Plutonian citizens are unwilling to have artificial brains. They prefer to let nature take Her course.

OOC: It depends on your philosophy, really. The main reason is that I've already stated Hakurabi as a human/AI coalition, but now I want to switch it into a crystalline/mechanoid race.

Welcome to the world of Neural Networks, Hakurabi. As it did for us, this will open up new areas of boundless potential for you people. Perhaps you don't possess the level of Nano-technology to try our own techniques, and therefore get our results, but we watch intruiged regardless.

Good luck. This path may earn you many enemies, particularly from religious fundamentalists.

Johannes Ailbek - Xenonian Scientific advisor.

~~TRANSMISSION~~
We appreciate your concern, and we are fully aware of the possible repercussions.
~~TRANSMISSION ENDS~~

Francis had lived a full life, but was getting on in the years. At 50, Alzheimer's was beginning to set in, starting to rob him of his carefully gathered memories.

When he heard of the need for human subjects, he jumped at the opportunity.

Two hours later he was suspended in a tank of bio-gel, with all his senses numb. He felt a tingling sensation as his skull was cut open.

Soon, the molecular rearrangers were hard at work, rearranging the carbon into fullerenes, and implanting cold-fusion generators.

As the fullerenes began to become superconductive, Francis began felt his brain lapse, then flow more freely than ever before.

When his skull was finally sealed up, the old man emerged from the biogel tank with a spring in his step. Everything that he had lost over the years began to come back to him.

He went on to speak of his success, encouraging others to attempt the procedure.

Soon, though the process was still yet to be perfected, victims of brain damage made the trip up, and returned energetic and bubbling with joy.

Even AIs were choosing to transfer to Crys-Matrix brains, valuing the mobility and the efficiency that even millions of circuits could not provide.



Unfortunately, like all scientific breakthroughs, this had its share of hate groups. Though the process was completely voluntary, people would still writhe in anger at the thought of having their minds changed.

One of the more radical groups, the People for the Sanctity of the Mind (PSM) has begun acts of violence against humans that have had the operation (The self-named Crys-Matrices) and have been launching attacks with light laser weapons, and there have been reports of Crys-Matrices having been shot in vital organs.

The very nature of the Crys-Matrix brains gave them a significantly longer rate of survival, and it is due to that fact that all of the victims have survived.

People involved in highly dangerous occupations (police, construction, etc.) have been noted to be flocking to Fox Station.

The New Reannissance had begun, a new era of thought for the Hakurabians.

Even the hate groups were dissipating, as they were disillusioned by their friends achieving new heights.

Travel through the stars became almost natural, as new direct neural interfaces allowed people to literally be the ship.

Starships dramatically shrunk in size, needing only a handful of people to run.

As ideas flowed, the people continued to develop further methods of improving their minds, eventually casting aside their bodies, and adopting new, mechanical forms.

The numbers of Humans and AIs dwindled, as they joined the ranks of the Crys-Matrices, architects of their own selves.


Johann watched from his quarters on Fox Station, the revelations being discovered almost daily. He had unlocked the minds of the world, and brought about a new era of co-operation. But he was not to join this world, having done his part. Soon, he too would undergo the process, and depart his humanity forever.

As the sun set on Fox Station, a single ship could be seen, journeying endlessly into the stars.

OOC: Did you just win the game? :D

IC: The Plutonian people wish the Hakurabians the best of luck. :)

OOC: No, just closed up the R & D.It just seems significantly better to close R&D like this, as opposed to going: "THE BRAIN WORKS! SEE?"

I think I read too much Sci-fi.

ISCS, who had been slowly monertring the progress of the Hakurabi Brain subjects. When the AI's started to dwindle he nearly sent a fleet to stop it. Now his plans where once again going to start again. He though, soon I will conquer, and immidietly his program rebooted, when he came back, all previous knowlage had been deleated, except for a number of files he had kept hidden, smiling to himself the computer Evermind continued his plans.

The Emperor looked at the newest, message, applauding the Hakurabi plans, then sighed when the ISCS was restarting. He decided the people of Hakurabi where worthy of attention. Thus, he stood, moving towards the Req Tubes.

A minute later the Emperor and Five Warriors of the WHite Guard came out in the estates of Lord Kodean, Lord of House Kodu. Smiling, he looked at the lord.

"Ready whatever you need," He said quickly "I am requesting you to be sent to an embassy in Hakurabi, they have honour from what we can see."

"Your Wish Great one" He said formaly, but the emperor sensed hatred in those eyes, Good, He though, Lets keep the lords on their toes.

-To those within the Hakurabi, I request echanging an embassy with you. Your honour does not seem to be lacking, and this is good, if accepted we will work out finer details

Faithfuly, the Emperor of Tsurani-

~~TRANSMISSION BEGINS~~
This is AG-PR4683.

We would be pleased to accept an exchange of embassies in the hopes of establishing lasting and friendly relationship between Hakurabi and Lesser Tsurani.
~~TRANSMISSION ENDS~~

OOC: It was Lesser Tsurani before you went through Lessr Tsurani, and now Lessir Tsurani, right?

OOC No, it was always Lessr Tsurani, my pop is the same, don't worry, I had a mistake with the mods.

IC THe House of Kodu praticlty moved. The Old Japanese style house was taken apart and put into cargo boxes, while searvents and slaves and warriors also mustered to go onto the massive House Liner. Slowly the great thing moved towards the Hakurabi Planet. Lord Kodea sighing. At least he would be safe from the plots of the Game, he had left many enemies at home, but now he had Imperial Protection.

The Ship arrived in the Hakurabi system soon after it left, no more then a Earth hour passing.

To: The Hakurabi House
We request permission to land, and require a lot to drop off our equitment, soon our empires will be plegded to eachother in honour, if it pleases you
Lord Kodea, Current Protecter of the Kodu Natami

A number of our scholars, of two races, the Cyrians and the Adrits, have expressed an interest in this proceedure. We are aware that physiological differences will likely make the proceedure impossible, but we request that a pair of volunteers be sent over for you to run tests on, to see if it would be possible to replace their organic brains.

Also, we would like to request an exchange of embassies with you.

~~GROUND CONTROL~~
This is NK-MW1107.
You are Clear to land.
Welcome to Hakurabi.
~~GROUND CONTROL~~
The spaceport's doors slowly slid open, as several smaller ships left through the internal airlock to Upsilon Andromedae II.

~~LONG RANGE TRANSMISSION~~
Our researchers would be pleased to attempt to adapt the Crys-Mat technology, and as soon as the volunteers arrive, begin their studies.

They have expressed their wishes for the volunteer's modical records, and any medical data on your peoples.

Of course, we would be pleased to agree to an exchange of embassies.
~~TRANSMISSION ENDS~~

Slowly the House ship moved into the space port, and Kodea moved in his personal Litter, which went into the shuttle, which would then go down to the planet with the rest of the house.. His shuttle moved slowly, and landed on the lot in a small coner, creating a small landing pad able to land one fighter. Then the rest of the house fell, constructing it so it became similar to an old Japanese style house, with each screen its own piece of art. This was when the lord steped out of his shuttle, showing the ceramonial armour, which had a number of curved edges, with two shoulderpads pointed upwards. HE wore the Yellow and Green armour of his house.

"We are aproching a new era of hour house" He said in highly formal tones. "We invote our hosts to join us in the Natami Mocing Celabration, Do you accept?" What he said was highly formal, it would be an insult to his honour, and would require a price of blood.

OOC: Do you mean "to decline would be an insult to his honour"?

IC:
"We have recieved a request to join our new arrivals in a ceremony of theirs known as the 'Natami Mocing Celabration'."

"Indeed. Is there any reason to decline?"

"No, as they have already proven to be peaceful in their intent."

"The only question now is - who shall attend?"

"As the current elected leader, I am obligated to attend. However, I feel that our scientists are most befitted to attend."

"Very well. It is decided. Our finest minds shall attend the celebration."

"I only wish Johann hadn't left. The Crys-Mats were his lifework."

"Yes. His masterpiece. I do hope he is well."