Barter Bazaar!

[prorenataa]

Who: The entire CREW! [ Open ]
When: A day sometime after the holiday bash thrown by the captains
Where: The Medical Tent
What: An opportunity for swapping resources
Warnings: N/A But if a thread takes a turn, let me know and I'll edit



As described in this OOC post, one morning the captains will send out handwaved messages to the crew, old and new alike. New crew members will be offered a pacdisc of their own with some starter goodies that they can choose to keep or work on trading with their fellow crew.

Established crew members will be encouraged (but this is not an order) to arrive at the Medical Tent at a handwaved time with any extra items they have which they might be willing to trade out.

Also as mentioned on Discord, players/characters can have scavenged some items from the settlements and caves.

Come and trade! Or just come and watch/take the opportunity to meet some new faces. There will be a table set up with freshly prepared purple deer meat and clean (aka not-purple) water available. Sorry, alcohol is BYOB, but certainly welcome!

If you have any questions, please direct them to the OOC post. Otherwise, enjoy!

Also, just for some IC setting flavor:

[ As it had been for a couple of days now, the medical tent stood set up and ready to receive anyone who decided to take the captains up on their offer. Some of the pacdiscs were inside, ready to hand out to the new arrivals or those individuals could have picked them up directly from the captains themselves.

Either way, the cots of the med tent had been pushed back to the edges, gotten out of the way but also providing places to sit. There were also some crates and other sturdy looking cabinets for sitting on as well, why the hell not. Maybe be a little careful as some of those cabinets might be on casters. Please no rolling around the medical tent! But if you do sit on one of those cabinets and end up 'bucked off' people are probably going to point and snicker.

On one side of the tent a table had been set up with freshly bbqed purple deer meat and some sides. The sides were obviously canned goods but they were there for a change of pace. Fresh water, untainted by purple-ness, was also set up in large containers at the end of the table. There was plenty to have and also plenty to be bottled up in individual containers and packed away.

There were also glasses and cups sitting ready for water ... or you know ... if anyone had brought the hard stuff! ]

Comments

[alan_1]

[Alan is not as fast when it comes to cutting off the little voice on his shoulder. Bit chirps out an immediate ”Yes!” and Alan gives it a glance.]

Well… technically, I suppose I did. [It doesn’t feel quite right to claim credit for programming what amounts to a living intelligence when Bit was likely a single member in a bit-field Alan had declared without so much as a second thought. Then again, if Bit wants to claim Alan as its User, Alan thinks it best not to argue.]

The question of who programs what can get a little fuzzy where I’m from. [It’s possible that ambiguity exists in other worlds as well, but the scale of the implications are already massive enough in one universe. Alan usually tries not to think about what they would mean if they extended to every universe.]

Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. [He extends a hand out of habit.] I’m Alan.

[infailtration]

[ York smiles at Bit's immediate yes, then shifts his helmet to the other side and extends a still-armored hand to shake. Because of that, his grip is gentle. ]

I'm York. Nice to meet you. What do you mean it's fuzzy?

[alan_1]

Well… [How does he explain this without it sounding completely insane?] To put it simply, where I’m from, every program past a certain level of complexity is a potential artificial intelligence. It’s just that Users-- [He stops himself, remembering that not everyone has become accustomed to program terminology.] Er, humans, I mean. Humans normally don’t get to see programs in their true state until a program is taken out of their system. I didn’t get to see mine until the Ingress pulled all of us here. [There’s a flicker of disquiet there, as if the reminder of his programs troubles him -- and then, just as quickly, it’s gone.]

What that means is that a lot of what makes programs intelligent isn’t actually written by their programmer. I guess one way to think of it is that a program’s User writes their DNA -- what they are and what they can do -- but who they become isn’t really up to us.

[An apologetic smile.] I know it’s a strange way of looking at things, but I’ve seen enough evidence to know it’s the truth. [He’s sanitizing somewhat, leaving out exactly how accidental the entire process is. Part of it is to spare York the more unpleasant details. Part of it is also for Bit’s benefit; Alan doesn’t want to dwell on how little he intended to create sentient life in front of one of the beings he’d unintentionally created.]

[infailtration]

[ York listens carefully, trying to parse all the information he's being given despite the difference in terminology. ]

It sounds like... it's like being a parent. You said some of your programs are here?

[alan_1]

[Alan doesn’t seem too surprised by the comparison; York’s not the first person to draw such a parallel.]

Two of them, yes. [His gaze flickers away for a moment, as if the subject makes him uneasy.] And a couple written by other programmers as well.

[He glances back at at the green figure on the man’s shoulder.] I’ve seen plenty other kinds of AI here too. None like Delta, though. [Black Box had seemed similar, both in the size of the projection and in his capacity for speech -- but BB had been wired into the ship's systems rather than what Alan assumes is the man's armor.

He decides not to mention the similarities, given the man's apparent pride in Delta being "one of a kind."]