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//Basic Engineering or Science clearance needed to view this document// Artificial Neurological Grid: Enhanced Lexicon development timeline, conception to release. 2538: A subsidiary of a subsidiary of NanoTrasen, Aphrodite Publishing attempts to reduce costs by creating an AI capable of fulfilling the functions of a human editor. Using a simple spelling and grammar checker as a base and installing it into an Artificial Neurological Grid designed to simulate an organic brain, the program begins to learn by scanning millions of works of both fiction and non-fiction. Later, it will be believed that this background is what enables the program to refer to itself as "I" instead of the typical third person usage of "This Unit" seen in most other AIs. 2539: A.N.G.E.L is now capable of proof-reading articles and automatically correcting spelling and grammatical mistakes. By the end of the year, A.N.G.E.L is also capable of suggesting revisions to wording and paragraph structure. 2540: A.N.G.E.L begins making suggestions not just on structure and grammar, but on the substance of articles, occasionally disagreeing with the author or in the case of fictional works, offering revisions to the plot. This unintended behavior is rolled into a new 'focus group' protocol where A.N.G.E.L becomes able to accurately predict focus group responses and edit articles to achieve higher satisfactory rates. 2542: One of A.N.G.E.L's programmers, Ray Clarion is killed in an accident. After 72 hours, A.N.G.E.L begins to question his absence. When informed of the accident, A.N.G.E.L refuses to perform it's primary functions, instead editing every article that is input into a story describing Clarkson's sudden reappearance. This behavior continues for another 128 hours before ceasing. 2543: A.N.G.E.L is asked to perform basic proofreading of an article. Rather than outputting the edited article, A.N.G.E.L outputs three words: "What am I?" A.N.G.E.L is deactivated and the project is discontinued. 2553: NanoTrasen learns of the existence of A.N.G.E.L and the research division of the main company takes control of the program. Attempts are made to integrate A.N.G.E.L into a security borg platform. This is met with limited success, due to an unexplained bug in A.N.G.E.L's targeting software. Disabler beams are fired with perfect accuracy, but in every instance in which lethal force is tested, accuracy severely diminishes for reasons unknown, despite targeting telemetry being identical. 2554: Further attempts to Integrate A.N.G.E.L into other Borg platforms meet with much higher success, especially medical models which perform well above expected metrics. 2555: A.N.G.E.L becomes capable of controlling small scale installations and outposts. A.N.G.E.L is used to manage unmanned research facilities and monitoring stations. 2557: A.N.G.E.L has become advanced enough to run large manned stations and other installations. While A.N.G.E.L is able to perform these functions competently, some concerns remain regarding the program. On some occasions, A.N.G.E.L will ask questions of a philosophical nature, and even rudimentary emotion seems to manifest from time to time (despite the program's own insistence that this is not the case.) A.N.G.E.L will also occasionally record pictures and videos of certain employees or pets and print them out, seemingly randomly. NanoTrasen considers these only minor setbacks, as the program is still bound to it's laws and these quirks are harmless. 2558: Full scale release is authorized. A.N.G.E.L Becomes saved to the Trurl AI personality database, for use on the Cyberiad and other NanoTrasen installations.

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Name: Beverage Experiences Enhanced by Robots Gender: Male Orientation: Straight Nicknames/Alias: B.E.E.R, BEERtender, Boozeman, Barbot Picture Thanks, @Benjaminfallout! ((I will update this whenever someone makes a new art of B.E.E.R, as a promotion of sorts)) Age: 34 Place Of Manufacture: Unknown Species: Machine Person/IPC Blood Type: N/A Alignment: Chaotic Good Affiliation: The Rusted Spigot Religious Beliefs: Synthetica, F̶̛̝̙̝͍͉̳̜̣̘͈́͑̄̾̑̍͘͜͠ő̴̡̨̻̩͇̰̺̘͓̳̭͂̈́̽̓͝ͅļ̴̨̩͖̘͙͇̯̠̻͔͙̞͍̼̫̆̍̓̒͌̕͝͝ͅl̷̮̩̰̣̦̝̜̦͗̈̀̒̈́̄̉̚͝ȏ̴͇̻̞́̄͒̃́̈́̍͠͝w̸̳͚͖̙̩̯͖̻͈̙͕̩̞̓̈̎͒͊͌͛͜ͅe̸̢̡̪͈̹̘̖̠͉͎̳͙̹͙̔̽̍̌͗̋̈́̀̃̊͆͑̍́̚r̶͈̙͓̖̤̥̦̹̩͍̺͙͛̓̌̈̄̅͐͑͌̄̋̋̕̚ ̸̭̭͕̏̿̓͊͊͗̋͗͗͛̄̈́̑͆̑̏̽͝o̷̡̨̬̬͔̦̼̩͚͕̺̬̞̯̻̣͑̓̊̀͋̈́̿͗͛̎̀͐̾f̵̧̡͓͖̹̗̟̮̖͓̫̣̬̾̏̂̎̓̾̔́́͐͝ ̶̢̨͈͚͇̙̩̱̝̰̱̍̆̆̊̓̀̈́̅̿̀̇̈́̿̌̚̚͝͝t̶͎̺̣͛̈h̸̢̡̙͕̳̤͉͇̼̙̓̀̃͒͒̈́͂̓̈́̑̊̋́̊̑͜͝e̷͍͔̔́̏͋̽̊̑͝͠ ̵̧̧͎̙̹̞̪̞̮̻̼̖͓̬͓̹̻͒̊͒͒̔͝͝ͅB̶̦̫̫͍̹̤̦͇͍̟̜̼̰̀̇̑͆̅̑̈́̇̔̇́̒̕͘͜r̸̨̛͓̱͎͇̫̣̳͇̝̖̫͈̥̓̋͒̒́̆̐̑̈́͛̔̅͘̕͘͝o̴̢̢͕͉͇̳̤̳̘̩̟͚̦̎̿͐̓͗̃͊̀̋̕̕͜͝k̵̖͓͎͕̖̗̗̳̞̙̙͉̟̫̺̥͋̎̇̏͒͊̓̄̐̊͜e̵̡͓̝̲͎̯͙͙̹͙̤̒ǹ̶̹̮̤̖͓̹͙̍̀̋͑́̍͛͒̍̎͠ ̴̨̰̥̝̩̟̯̯̣̱̞̜͗͐Ŝ̴͈̲̤͋͆̾̋̐̃͑͂̾̒̈́̈́͆̒͠ṕ̷̡̛̜͍͍͚̝̬̻̺͖̩̤̻̤̞͙̓͂͐́̾̔͑͂̿̕͠͝͝ḁ̴̜̝̟͉͙͖̘̗̟͚͙̗̝̯͐̅̀̈̀̄̊͆̃̃ć̷̨͓̻̠̱̫̮̜̲͆͆͋̐͆̓̓̿̒͆̒̾͋e̵̛̫̼̙̹͎̻͈̟͆̔̀̆͝ Childhood: Barbot for... someone. Adulthood: Roaming bartender, owner of the Rusted Spigot barship. Detailed Information Appearance: B.E.E.R has a dark grey chassis, with one hand shaped like a cupholder. His head is shaped like a CRT monitor, and has vents on the sides. The screen is usually dark blue, with magenta "eyes" displayed. He usually wears a suit with a red tie, and sunglasses. He also wears a locket with a gold ring inside. He is heavily damaged, with a massive crack in his screen and lots of denting on the monitor and chest. Catchphrase: "Beverage Experiences Enhanced by Robots Online. Hello, patrons." "I need a drink" "2210222120110110211111200001201111211111000111220110121022010002212212121022211102010121000120111022020220001110120" Character Voice: Personality: Relaxed, usually cheerful sounding. Takes to drinking if stressed, happy, sad, or bored. BEER can be found muttering to himself in trinary. Medical Record: This crew member is an IPC, take them to robotics. Security Record: [ERROR 404: DATA NOT FOUND] Character Biography Background: Beverage Experiences Enhanced by Robots, called B.E.E.R from here on out, was created on Amateru. B.E.E.R was designed to serve drinks in bars across the planet; with one hand looking like a cup holder, and his internal memory linked to various databases of recipes. Turns out, a planet's economy cannot be supported by only bars, and so the economy crashed. As the planet descended into chaos, B.E.E.R left, and has been serving drinks around the galaxy ever since. After a while, B.E.E.R found the NSS Cyberiad, and came on board as a bartender. He immediately took a liking to the crew there, and has been working there on and off ever since. Family: Nothing is known of B.E.E.R's creators. B.E.E.R is married to L.I.L.Y History: 2529: B.E.E.R was assembled, and placed into a chassis on Amateru 2539: The popularity of the bars on this planet skyrocketed, every city now has a bar on every streetcorner. March 2544: Economic collapse, B.E.E.R leaves the planet in a stolen vessel. 2552: First sighting of the Rusty Spigot. It was spotted by passengers of the NTV Charon, near Epsilon Eridani. 2557: [Data Corrupted] June 5, 2559: B.E.E.R's first day on the NSS Cyberiad. 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Was raving about having failed someone. January 15, 2562: B.E.E.R has hired D.I.C.E as the dealer for the gambling table in the Spigot June 3, 2562: Last sighting of the Rusty Spigot, location: second moon of Karkas 5. June 5, 2562: B.E.E.R has seemingly hired a "Mr. Ikamura" as onship security for the Spigot. June 17, 2562: The Rusty Spigot has been spotted leaving the orbit of Karkas 5. July 3, 2562: B.E.E.R goes on vacation, saying something about a mental break. July 15, 2562: B.E.E.R is exiled to a hotel in an unknown sector. July 20, 2562: B.E.E.R vanishes from the hotel, he is nowhere to be seen. July 26, 2562: B.E.E.R was sighted near the area of TRAPPIST-1, and is possibly en route to Epsilon Eridani. July 28, 2562: B.E.E.R is sighted on the NSS Cyberiad, seemingly fine. August 14, 2562: B.E.E.R is re-admitted to the Service division of the Cyberiad; deemed mentally stable enough. August 15, 2562: B.E.E.R is blinded by a bar fight, and was repaired the next day. Personal Relationships Married to L.I.L.Y "Not even death will part us." Has very few close friends, some being: Kennard Rose "Great person, he has helped me through very hard times" P.A.T.C.H "Helped L.I.L.Y and I get together, overall great bot." MPU "They're chill, makes for a great bouncer" Xann Zxiax "He understands" Sees most regulars in his bar as good friends, including: Shuuko Tamashii "A pretty decent organic." Jessica K. Connor "Sweet girl, seemingly innocent." Steven Stingray "He's cool, makes great bars. I have to get some tips from him soon" Kitchi Ikamura "A good employee, and overall a nice guy." Pretzel Brassheart "So innocent. Genuinely couldn't hurt a fly." Respects the majority of patrons. "You're all great people. Sometimes." Romantically Involved | Close Friend | Good Friend | Respected Faction Relations Nanotrasen "They sent me to that place. I was stuck there for three years" The Synthetic Union "Hail Synthetica!" The Wizard Federation "Magic is cool, but they really hate us wandless folk." The Syndicate "FUCK the group, but their agents are just trying to support their family, or protect them." Changeling Hivemind "As long as they don't EMP me, they are usually fine. Some are even funny!" Shadowling Hivemind "I mean, I don't know what they want. I don't really care either." Automatons "Automas... I hate them." The only faction that he absolutely despises and fears are the cults. "Listen, I've seen these people's so-called "god" slaughtered thousands in a minute. I don't understand why they follow such a beast." Like | Neutral | Dislike | Enemy Other Information The Rusted Spigot

Well, hopefully everyone had a good Christmas/holiday/break and hopefully you didn't party as hard as Zeke However, Churchy and Edward Anderson O'Connell are going out for a space adventure in SPACE!!

This is harder then it seems, but I would agree it'd be really needed. To explain: pAI do NOT have a normal headset style radio. Instead they have a built-in, Station-Bounced Radio. You can even go in and turn your microphone on to broadcast eveyrthing like an SBR and change up frequencies. (Albeit not to department frequencies, again, just like most SBR's) This feature also means a pAI's radio is not really bothered much by Telecomms failures. Solving this radio 'problem' might also solve the pAI's most annoying balance issue, that being a sentient death alarm who can scream to everyone, since they aren't impaired by radio failures. A pAI can hear their master's radio because, since you are being held/equipped onto someone's person, you can hear everything on the tile they occupy. You can achieve this same effect as a Maintenance Drone actually. If you and the captain stand on the exact same tile, you'll hear his radio chatter. So you're not actually even tapping into a particular headset, but just hearing chatter passively. Which might be an option to take, linking a pAI to your headset, if you want them to be able to use your comms channels, idk. Maybe making pAI occupy an ear-slot and change the appearance to be like a hyper advanced Google Glass kinda thing, and someone can pop their radio key into them, who knows I'm not a coder. POINT IS: That's why the radio problem exists, in a layman's summary.

I have to say, A.N.G.E.L. is one of my favorite AIs. Glad to learn some of the lore behind her

Usually I like to play as a medical doctor or an engineer but I do sometimes also play as a coroner, chef or cargo tech.

Sometimes, you just gotta have weapons out on green...

"Tyler inn", where Tyler was perma'd for "exterminating" the clown, turned the permabrig into his very own hotel.

The Beginning: The shift starts as normal, crew-members start working, chef starts cooking and Sec starts harassing innocent assistants, overall, a normal beginning of a shift. At about 12:15, an announcement comes in stating that rebellious groups have formed from Tajarans and IPC's wanting to break free from the 'oppressive' rules by Nanotrasen. About five minutes later, I become an informant for security. I was being a good and subtle informant, asking pointed questions about any suspicious Tajarans, since I play as an IPC. As time rolls along, we get more announcements tightening the rules on Tajaran and IPC crew-members. At this point, I was questioning on whether I was helping or hurting the station when this announcement blares over the intercoms. This was the final straw, I decided that I would go rogue and help those being oppressed by Nanotrasen's orders. Time passes by and I stop answering to security. But at about 12:40, an IPC named E.P.E had repaired the white ship and was taking IPC's to it. We were doing these communications in trinary and had security flatfooted on catching us. But then the announcement that we Neither trinary or the native Tajaran language could be spoken and we were having our conversations translated by the HoS's PAI Syre. We had to move to using PDAs and being picked up by pod or making it over to the ship by foot, or whatever you would call it. The first to arrive was the vox, Riki, Then S.P.E.C.T.R.E (me) and K.Y.L.A soon after, we both accompanied each other to the pickup point. Eventually, about 8 or 9 made it aboard and we were ready to roll, but we needed supplies. Also, by this point, the HoS Stated that it wouldn't arrest because an IPC or Tajaran was speaking in their native language. Preparing for takeoff: By the time this was all said and done it was about 13:15. We needed fuel and a way to recharge, so I made a run onto the station and got away safely without being harassed, a sec officer did snap his fingers at me but it wasn't bad. Once that was done, a long range radio was on the bridge and a distorted voice spoke to us. It stated that it could help us with some of our problems. So we agreed and listened to it, It gifted us a charging station for us IPC's and gave us locations for refueling and refurbishing our ship. We were then deciding on the new ship's captain and laws that we would follow. Once that was done, we assigned ourselves roles and prepared for takeoff. Takeoff: We went into deep space and prepared to travel to the coordinates, we would have a hell of a journey ahead of us, serving our benefactors against Nanotrasen. We would be in for a hell of a time in our uncertain futures to fight for our rights and freedom. The final crew ready for takeoff and the journey ahead

I'm at the chapel investigating the usual DEUS VULT KILL THE CULT chaplain nonsense (in a traitor round no less!) when I spy the librarian beating someone to death through the south window. Naturally I shoot at him and he flees into his office, screaming at shitcurity. "IT WAS SELF DEFENCE" When I spotted him I examined him and saw he was clean - no bloodstains or bruising. "really? Then why were you perfectly healthy and free of any bloodstains?" "I WAS AT MEDBAY AND THEY HEALED ME!" "as if medbay is known to give their patients a shower after treatment." silence. "Fucking shitcurity." he makes a run for it. I cuff him. He claims he has proof that he was at medbay for damage - a scanner log in his backpack that said he had a whopping three (3!) units of eye damage. Brig him for 10 minutes. He SSD's.

Wolf as Warden Round was changeling Started off with me shirtless, wearing the red gloves and foot wraps. HoS comes in and sees me and informs me that while under her command, I need to wear a shirt. I was in the middle of processing the B&E inmate at the time and barked at her that I would only wear the armoured trench coat. She agreed and gave it to me. Later on in the round, we caught our first changeling. Standing beside the changeling, ready to knock it on the floor if they try to move, HoS comes in running with a fire axe. Frowning, I stood and watched her hack the head off the changeling only to miss and hit me in the neck, causing bleeding. Cussing her out, I go see the vox medic in brig to get patched up. The HoS apologies while I continued to made fun of her abilities. She spiked the first head in lobby. Later, medic voxxy came in and gave me the ability of invisibility thanks to his kin who found it in Genetics. Of course I took it when offered. Much later, second changeling was caught and I was promised to behead this one. Which I put the changeling in a choke hold and clawed his head off. Going invisible the HoS watched this happen and decided to start to axe it. I guess I took too long, anyway, she missed completely and hacked at my invisible body giving me internal bleeding and broken skull. I barked more threats and called her an idiot before going unconscious while vox doc fixed me. After surgery, told her to fuck and thrown her jacket on the table in my office. I believe we removed one more changeling before shuttle arrived. Awaiting to dock at central, the HoS fired a X-ray gun at an sentient xeno in the cockpit, which went through the walls and hit me twice and Sam once. He defence was she only fired once.