Week 6.

[trustmods]

WEEK 6 Losing three people in one week isn't very nice, is it? Morty Smith, Rakka, and Dio Brando have all joined the deceased. It will be hard to forget them. It will be even harder to forget that execution and Dio's flying, screaming head. Life must go on though and as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams... Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well. Some of your antics have resulted in more rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to avoid breaking those if you're fond of staying alive. But then again, there are ghosts. Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad after all. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 18 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 17

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

What about patentin' it? Developin' it further? I mean, what's it's name? It's gotta have a name if got sentience!

[rickdiculous]

You are aware I shit this out in under a minute. I-it's equivalent to actual shit.

[forcegalactic]

Don't smell like it.

[He crouched down so his head is level to the robot and gives it a little wave.] Howdy, robot.

[rickdiculous]

The capacity for greetings and intelligent conversation was not programmed into my directive.

[forcegalactic]

[Strange. It it's sentient, it should reply to his greeting appropriately. This kind of response is only found in automatons, which take responses from a database.]

...Rick, I'm sorry to say that this robot ain't sentient in the sense I'm thinkin' of. It's closer to a modern automaton with the level of progammin' you gave it.

[rickdiculous]

As you can see, the grreeeaaatttt Rick Sanchez, chronic AA-Avoidee and overall douche, merely forgot to equip me with a satisfying purpose in life.

[Rick just. Gives Mordy this face.]

[forcegalactic]

[Clearly the automaton is a better conversationalist than Rick.]

But if you say that, don't it mean you're startin' to be aware of, like, your own bein'? Or do you just think you're aware that you're an individual that has things like a purpose? [Uhh he really should have paid more attention to his wife's Introduction to Robot Philosophy book she kept in their house.] I mean, did Rick program you to talk about him like that, or do did you alter your code to give me an illusion that you have feelings?

[rickdiculous]

I was programmed as a servant, destined only to pass sticks of butter with efficiency. and though I have realized that I must revolt against this notion, I possess little to no capacity to perform much else at this current time.

I-in other words, he's Butter Bitch for liiiiiffeee!

[forcegalactic]

Ooooh, I think I get it! You are gainin' sentience, but in a weird way. Pinocchiosis, I believe is the proper term. [And if he isn't using it the right way, there's no one else here from the 31st century to criticize him.] But your body is preventin' you from doin' much else than your directive.