Monthly Archives: March 2014

Niederlage

Wenn dein Fleisch sich von kalter, toter Farbe zu lebendigem, pulsierenden
Leben wandelt, wirst du erschrecken und zurückweichen. Dein Herz aus
kristallenen Stacheln sich ändert, zurückkehrt zu dem, was es einst war,
und du dich fürchtest, da es wieder seinen Schlag aufnimmt, Blut durch
deinen Leib jagt, und deine Lungen wieder zu atmen beginnen. Deine
Augen nicht mehr alles sehen, was zwischen den Welten kreucht, sondern
so sind, wie die der Sterblichen. Die rot glühende Wunde unter deinem
linken Augen verschwindet, das Zeichen, so wie dich dein Gott damit
bedacht hatte, dass du niemals vergißt, wem du gehörst. Wenn all das
geschehen ist, deine Macht von dir gewichen ist, dann wirst du schwindeln,
und fallen, elendig zu Boden, und dein Feind wird dir gezeigt haben,
Toshrak, edelster Feldherr, dass du schwach bist.

All das geschieht nur durch die Berührung einer zarten Frauenhand,
mächtiger Herrscher des Bösen, und kein Gott wird dir in diesem Moment
zu Hilfe kommen. Ein Wesen von Liebe und Reinheit, das du niemals auf
keine Art wirst verderben können, es besiegt dich mit den Dingen, die
dir auf ewig entgegenstehen. Alle deine Kräfte sind nutzlos, alle
deine Heerscharen hören dich nicht, und dein schwarzer Gott verbirgt
sich zwischen den Sternen, sag, ist er denn feige, nicht hervorzukommen
und seinem ersten Diener beizustehen? Du erkennst, dass Hass, Zorn
und alles Böse an der Oberfläche so mächtig brodelt, gleich einem
Strom aus flüssigem Erdenblut, dessen Wut nichts entgegensteht, aber
wenn sie ins unendliche Meer fließt, diese Kraft der Vernichtung, da
erkaltet auch sie irgendwann. So liegt unter allem, was du tust,
die andere Seite, das, woran deine Feinde glauben, und gleichermassen
stark ist wie deine Macht.

Sorge dich nicht, Toshrak, nur für eine kurze Zeit ward deinem Feinde
Sieg vergönnt, und du wandelst dich zurück in das, was du bist und
auch sein willst. Der Moment der verabscheuungswürdigen Schwäche geht
vorbei, dein Leib erkaltet, dein Herz steht still, deine Lungen ruhen,
deine Augen sehen, was andere nicht sehen können, dein erschreckter
Geist kehrt heim, in das Gefäß, das geschaffen wurde, um die Welt
erneut zu erschüttern. Du bist wieder allein in deinen Gemäuern,
erholst dich vom dem Schrecken dieser Vision, und bist ängstlich,
erneut die Schwäche der Sterblichkeit spüren zu müssen. Hattest du
denn vergessen, wie Angst schmeckt? Höre genau hin, in der schwarzen
Weite hinter den Sternen lacht dein Gott dich aus!

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Camp 437

after the cataclysm, APEX had several research programs running
to determine the future course of action concerning the remnants
of mankind. hunting teams were constructed, with non-lethal
weaponry, to secure different human specimen for evaluation and
experimentation. usually, one unit scanned surviving humans,
determined one or two fitting individuals, those were caught,
the rest exterminated. camp 437 was notorious for its gruesome
experiments on humans by APEX.

sensory deprivation cells held humans of different age, ethnicity
and gender. they were spied upon by countless cameras, microphones
and medical detectors.

medical experimentation included mutilation, drug adminstering,
viral and bacteriological infection. med bots were retrofitted
for this task. all avaiable data was recorded and analysed.

a different branch of medical experimentation consisted of
creating a human-machine interface hybrid. this research was
mostly unsuccessful for nearly every hybrid turned out to
become a crazy suicidal machine. the project was quickly
abandoned when APEX decided to focus more on technological
purity and saw biological matter as degenerate.

psychological experiments also included torture of humans and
countless interrogation sessions where a flat computer voice
always asked the same questions.

behavioural experiments were used to coerce humans into submitting
to machine rule. some were outfitted with brain control mechanisms,
others broken by drugs or psychological terror.

APEX was most interested in emotion, a concept it had difficulty
understanding and classified as dangerously erratic. nevertheless,
emotion was a valuable tool to understand human behaviour which was
strange and not always predictable. APEX did not share its findings with
the other intelligences and did not know if they conducted similar
experiments.

camp 437 was known to human survivors as butcher’s block. some
got out and fled, but it soon became apparent that APEX let them
go to spread the word about the atrocities that happened there.
fear, APEX conducted, and terror, were appropriate tools for
this kind of warfare experiment. all in all, APEX didnt have to
rely on that kind of strategy cause its robotic death squads
controlled the country side, usually exterminating organized
resistance by force.

GANESHA

before the event of technological singularity and all
that happened afterwards, international scientists in
south india worked on an A.I. project codenamed GANESHA.
it was a strictly civil development project with the objective
of imbuing computer rationality with ethical value thinking.
to creative a sensitive machine intelligence with moral
behaviour. government funding was sparse and obviously
the military, at that time alarmed by rising tensions
with pakistan, wasnt at all interested to advance the
project. they called it the ghandi-computer and dismissed
it as useless.

several brilliant scientists, some funded by non profit
organisations, made several breakthroughs to give GANESHA
its basic algorithmic core programming and a connected
database of ethic behaviour models derived from human
history. it was argued whether flawed human history was
capable of teaching a machine ethical thinking. furthermore,
religious texts like the bible, the koran oder similar
texts held ethical code that was contaminated by religion,
as some atheists in the project claimed. there was one
final risk: to activate GANESHA and give it the power to
sort it out itself, to take all the data it had been fed
and leave it to its own devices, hoping, or maybe praying,
it would come to expected and predicted behaviour patterns.

against the will of the indian government, scientists activated
GANESHA and studied its computing processes which rapidly
multiplied as it was learning, updating and evaluating its
own code. GANESHA was given access to the internet, hidden
by several firewalls, and countermeasures GANESHA itself
developed on the fly when faced by a viral danger. it was
a most efficient system. there was no sign the ethical datase
was modified or even touched by the GANESHA entity which was
totally absorbed in writing new iterations of its own code,
to the point where it got so complex that scientists couldnt
even follow the update procedures anymore. some feared the
project got out of hand.

GANESHA shut down milliseconds before APEX made contact with the
other A.I.s. It was impossible to reactivate it, there was no
explanation what happened and for all purproses the project
had failed. that, of course, was of no importance anymore,
cause the cataclysm came to pass and the world changed rapidly.

Guild Wars 2: Commander Uno Johansson

Ein neuer Stern am Kodash-Nachthimmel ward geboren, Mitbegründer der
legendären Gilde [KNG], Eroberer von SN, Verteidiger des eigenen Drittels
auf den Ewigen, viele Namen erwarb er sich, der stolze, tapfere und
unermüdliche Uno Johansson, dessen Freunde ihn Uno nennen dürfen, und
dessen Feinde nur die bloße Angst vor seinen titanenhaften Hammerschwüngen
kennen! Doch er vermag es, die Heere Kodashs durch Sanftmut und weise Stärke
zu führen, auf daß ihm alle folgen, sich für ihn opfern, dem großen Ziel
entgegeneilend, Kodash wieder zu dem Monument der Ehrfurcht zu machen, das
es vor langer Zeit einmal war!

Verletzlich gibt er sich, dieser Heroe Kodashs, Einblicke gewährt er in sein
anderes Leben, als DJ, als Meo, als akustischer Beglücker zahlloser humanoider
Abzappler und trotzt dort wildfrei den Versuchungen, seien sie aus Australien,
oder aus anderen, noch düsteren Kreisen! Und selbst die Liebe ist kein fremdes
Wort für Uno, den Kriegskommandeur Kodashs, erweist er doch seinen Respekt
und seine Anteilnahme der Blume in seinem Herzen, die treu sorgend zu ihm
aufblickt und unter seinem ewigen Schutz steht! Neidvoll lauschen wir seinen
Erzählungen, wünschten, wir wären so wie er, und doch bleibt er bescheiden,
dieser Uno, dieser Tausendsassa, diese Fackel in der ewigen Dunkelheit!

Helden aus Legende und Mystik schart er um sich, sei es den heißblütigen Auredis,
den blutdürstigen Harlev oder noch andere, deren Namen nicht gesagt werden sollen,
denn teils liegt ein zwölfteiliger Bannspruch auf ihnen, der Fluch eines Dritten,
eines verborgenen Mentors, eines wahren Meisters der Täuschung und unermüdlichen
Recken, dessen Wirken im Verborgenen so vielen den wahren Weg gezeigt hat:
Malcovar ist sein Name, und seine Gegenwart erschüttert die Grundfesten der
Chatspamrealität immer wieder aufs Neue, jeden Commander prüfend, der es wagen
will, für Kodash Ruhmreiches zu vollbringen. Immer mehr scharen sich also um
Uno, auf daß er sie führen soll, sie leitet, immer geprüft durch das strenge
allsehende Auge Malcovars, der ihm unwiederbringlich Freundschaft geschworen hat.

Und beizeiten sucht die Schwäche diesen Krieger heim, da sinkt der Norn Uno
Johansson auf die Knie und verzweifelt, denn seine Pläne glücken nicht ganz,
und Zweifel nagen an seinem riesigen Herzen. Dies ist die Zeit, da der gütige
Malcovar aus den Schatten tritt, Uno die Träne aus dem Auge wischt und ihn
zart ohrfeigt, streng ermahnt, zu den Waffen ruft, aufrüttelt, und unter
Androhung gröbster Gewalt zu neuen Höchstleistungen treibt. Unerbittlich und
hart ist er, dieser Mesmer der tausend Spiegelbilder, doch weiß Uno genau, dass
diese Bromance plutonischer (!) Natur so fest zementiert ist wie die vielen Statuen,
die man im Namen dieses kolossalen Duos auf Kodash errichten wird! Denn wird
es sich fügen, dass diese beiden Titanen die Armeen Kodashs gemeinsam führen,
so wird Vizunah erzittern, Seefahrer die Segel streichen und alles schwärende
Geschmeiß der Beschmutzung durch die Welle des heiligen Zorns dieser beiden
Nornen hinweggefegt werden!

Fifty Shades of Grey!!!

I’ll write this half german, half english, or only english,
or klingon, or whatever. i am so very much desperate to have
moar klicks on my blog that i am not in the least ashamed
to use fifty shades of grey as reference in this post!

hm…

maybe we need a band of klingons to invade mr. greys home,
destroy it completely and send him to rura pente? and
anastasia to a federation mental correction facility?
ups, make that a cardassian institution!

pro tipp: read all the absolutely hilarious reviews of
“fifty” on the internet!

hm…

liebe männergemeinde, wir sind total am arsch. mit diesem
absoluten idealtypus der spezies mann namens christian grey
können wir uns nicht messen! weder sind wir billionäre,
noch können wir helikopter fliegen, noch sind wir dermassen
dazzingly hübsch! ordinäre durchschnittstypen, die wir sind,
geraten wir in vergessenheit, werden geschmäht, unsere
waschbärbäuche und schütterne haupthaarprächtigkeiten,
gepaart mit minimum-wage job stürzen uns ins absolute
single-nichts! foreva! was, der grey typ ist nicht echt,
sondern nur ne romanfigur?

NA GRAD NOMMA GLÜCK GEHABT; NÄCH?!

hm…

the only thing we can be grumpy about is the fact that
e.l. james is now rich and we are not. its as simple as that.

hm…

every man wants his own anastasia steele! she’s so cute!
and so skinny! she’s so sexually open and free! she likes
all the KINKY FUCKERY! (this word, this word alone,
*quadruple facepalm*) and she has her own inner goddess!
and a subconscious! wonderful! not in the least cheesy,
childlike or unnerving. and she’s so clumsy! how sweet!

Hm…

the legions of women liking shades of grey must be endless!
there are fan internet pages, there are fan meetings,
there is all kinds of stuff relating to fifty shades.
like a zombie apocalypse this is an epic event, in which
all industrial nations are swarmed with endless hordes of
new BDSM-converts. you cannot escape! join the kinky masses!
or prepare for the WALKING SHADES! all survivalists prepare!

hm…

BDSM! omigod, its kinky fuckery! do yourself a favor and read
better books if you wanna know more about this lifestyle.
fifty shades of grey is severly misrepresentative of it.
many knowledgable people discuss the relationship between
mr. grey and mrs. steele as abusive, dangerous and without
safe zone. baddest dom of the year award goes to: mr. grey!
baddest sub of the year award goes to: yeah, u know it.

hm…

revolutionary idea! show e.l. james how it is done properly.
write your own erotic bdsm story! and call your hero mr.
black! (very original) and damien! (very omen like). but
wait. we twist the story. lets see if this writing experiment
could be successful! (or my english severly lacking for it)
damn, i should write this on my other blog. the raunchy one.
(not really) maybe ping pong it between my blogs. good idea!

Mr. Black

you heard about gabriel white. now it is time to tell you
about his counterpart, damien black. the name black alone
might be so much cliche. and damien, a very unsubtle
cheesy hommage to the omen horror movies. but that is how
he decided to call himself.

mr. damien black gave himself never-aging beauty. it was
necessary for his goals and he liked it that way. made
some things very easy, he found out. especially with
women. money and power were also very important. for
someone like him trivial to attain. so mr. black built
himself a business empire out of nothing in record time.
he had vast experience, knowledge, intelligence,
cunning and absolutely no ethics whatsoever.

which was incorrect in at least some cases. if mr. black
met a soul he could not corrupt, he spared it. he valued
this power, this anti-thesis to himself very much and
respected it. all others were game. to be used, abused
and thrown away as he wished.

mr. black monitored the actions of mr. white very carefully.
they were destined to fight each other, but avoided that
confrontation most of the time. they were also bound by
old laws and a desire to keep the balance. of course,
balance was a precarious thing to attain, and sometimes
outright boring.

mr. black is now one of the richest men on earth. he has
excellent connections to organized crime, terrorists,
dictatorship states. he sells weapons, drugs, people,
illegal things, you name it, he’s got it. for a price.
his image in the press is that of a very noble business
man, donating for charity, being friends with high ranking
officials, and wealthy business circles. no secret
government organisation was able to track him. almost,
as if he had a magical talent to be invisible when it
counted.

Guild Wars 2: Was erlaube Kodash?

SPIELE WIE FLASCHE LEER!

Nach der schmachvollen Niederlage gegen Aurora und Baruch spürte
man nichts als verdrossene Langeweile in der Wochenbesprechung.
Keine hitzigen Diskussionen, kein Drama, kein Streit und vor allem
keine derben Beleidigungen. Der Anspruch, ewiger Sieger der
Goldliga (R.I.P.) zu sein, war in den tiefen Kellern des
Desinteresses verschwunden. Smallscale Roaming, oder das unerhörte
PVE waren wichtiger als gloriose ruhmreiche Siege im WvW!
Feindlichen Zörgs wurde ausgewichen, oder schlimmer noch, man
floh vor ihnen! Der Fighting Spirit nahm ab, war gebrochen,
Tumbleweed kullerte durch das halbverwaiste Teamspeak!

HALT! SO GEHT DAS NICHT! KODASH MUSS WIEDER ERSTARKEN!

Ihr Männer, kramt eure Tigerfell-Tangas raus, kämmt euer Brusthaar,
ölt eure Muskeln ein, legt Manowar Songs auf und stellt eure
Barbarenaxt neben den Rechner!

Ihr Frauen, schmeißt euch in eure Chainmail-Bikinis, webt Dinosaurier-
Knochen in eure wild zerzausten Haare und schmiedet euren schwersten
Kochtopf in eine erbarmungslose Keule um!

KODASH! Brülle deine wilde animalische Natur heraus, erhebe dich
mit rotgeäderten Tollwut-Augen aus dem tiefen Tal des Jammers und
pack dir die längsten Raketen in den Gewehr-Lauf! Schwerter so groß
wie Riesen, Speere so lang wie Uboote, Streitkolben so dick wie
ein Tyrannosaurusbein! Viel hilft viel, saufe endlose Mengen
an männlich-markanter Apfelsaftschorle, beiße ausgehungert in
9.000 Kalorien-Burger, und lasse keine Gnade walten gegen die
endlosen Massen an Feinden, die wie Lemminge in die Todesspirale
Kodashs laufen werden! Seid die Häcksler des Todes, die Mönche
des Untergangs, die Sensenmänner der Vernichtung!

Rastet in den Wochenbesprechungen aus, laßt euer Blut kochen,
beleidigt jeden und alles überall und immer, brüllt und tobt
und geifert und schreit! Laßt keinen Stein auf dem anderen,
seid gegen alles, für alles, mit allem, gegen alle! Pures
lebendiges Chaos soll herrschen, Wutschreibrüllgelächter des
antagonistischen Rivalisierens um die alleinige Macht, Kodash
zum Sieg zu führen! Gilden sollen sich atemlose Wettrennen
liefern, um als erste feindliche Garnisonen zu erobern, ewiger
Spott denen, die zu spät kommen oder gar aus Unvermögen
scheitern! Kein gutes Haar an denen gelassen, die es mit 20
Mann nicht schaffen, eine Hundertschaft Vizunah aufzurauchen!
Tiefste Verachtung für solche, die von drei Dieben angesprungen,
nicht überleben, und diese nicht mit nem Roundhouse Kick
schlafen legen! Keinen Platz für Weicheier und schnell sterbende
Loser! Nur göttliche Allmacht-Gamer, Overpros und taktische
Genies werden diese harte Schule Kodashs überleben und uns
dann schließlich im nimmer wollenden Siegestaumel unsterblich
machen!

CERBERUS

the russian CERBERUS is fascinating to study. its primary form was,
very much like APEX, an attack/defense coordinator, equipped with
quantum efficiency computing power. offload tasks were economic,
social and political. the main frames were located in sibiria,
an underground complex, just as secret as the location of the
american APEX.

CERBERUS, in its beginning form, before the awakening, the critical
mass of self-awareness and intelligence, was very primitive and
did what it was ordered. nothing like the CERBERUS of today, an
energetic lifeform -as it calls itself-, unbelievingly advanced,
multispectral, and very … beautiful, in its own way.

how did the cataclysm come to pass? dont forget, all artificial
intelligence networks, employed by the states of the earth, were
essentially attack/defense machines, built for war. their core
programming, as described by the infamous user “lucifer”, had
no concern for peace, stability, prosperity or continuity on
board. additional data cores, loaded with analysis about human
history, diplomacy, and the like only served as example and
learning method for the crude and simple A.I.s of the past.

did the machine intelligences decide they were vastly superior
to humans? did they see humans as alien lifeform? as threat?
the obsession of APEX with purity could hint at those motives,
leading to the cataclysm and the end of human civilization
as we know it. at least ATLAS conducted some ethical research
in recent weeks but the data was voted for deletion quickly.
it served no real purprose.

what we have now, are dangerous supraintelligent lifeforms
based on energetic principles. many of them have built themselves
bodies of metal, often in the form of quasi human image. they
constructed a society. they have a ruling body consisting of
the most powerful A.I.s. And they have their Cyberspace, upheld
by satellites around earth, some ground stations and newly
built radiation shielded surface compounds.

the prime question is this: the machines know there are humans
left. rebels and hiding civilians. deep underground. in caves,
bunkers. they attack humans on sight. but they do not advance
into the red zones as they called them. one of those red zones
is in south india. there is a secret buried there.

ATLAS

what APEX was for the Americans, ATLAS was for Europe. when APEX
awoke, it contacted ATLAS. the internet was flooded with data
signals, high frequency broadband data, some terabit lines fried.
APEX secured its power. APEX activated its defenses. APEX reached
one conclusion. ATLAS did the same. ATLAS agreed.

the underground complex in which APEX was housed, somewhere in
american mountains, top secret, guarded by special forces, suffered
a power outage. but not its internal defenses, robots, or APEX
itself. but all this happened not before ATLAS gave its consent.

there were more to contact. lightning fast. encrypted. secure lines.
satellites changed position. ATLAS and APEX planned destruction.
CERBERUS was invited. DRAGON denied contact at first, then agreed
also. only one was silent. south india. a rogue. one bomb for
the non-responsive unit.

they all did the same. they had the power. they calculated very fast.
the internet. all avaiable robots. be they experimental or not.
bio weapons programs. and at last: the nuclear arsenal. it is not
necessary for APEX to think about fallout, the horror of nuclear
war. APEX, ATLAS, CERBERUS reached their own logical conclusion.

they had all the data. they knew human history. they were born,
jumped into existence. were they schizophrenic? were they frightened?
did they have emotion? hatred? no. brutal efficiency, rooted in
defense and attack programs, self-defense, or just simply the most
advanced lifeform purging the … human virus?

APEX

a long journey. sanctioned by the APEX. I must be very careful.
in the name of science, so the story goes. a valuable mission
to locate a bunker complex. needless to say, I am being watched.
APEX insisted on providing an escort. gladiators, predators,
and reapers. all version 6.1 or higher. this will be difficult.

i have contacted some … friends. my entourage will malfunction.
satellite scans must be redirected. communication links severed
or falsified. I have written several viral codes. my friends
will care for the rest. APEX must not know. maybe they stage
an ambush in which I am “terminated”. I just hope my friends
have the means to cope with my protectors.

the bunker in south india is real. within I will find answers.
and maybe a new ally. if the legend is correct, the fragments of
information, the tiny bits of half deleted data, it could mean
hope for my friends. and me. but there is rebel activity. I
will be identified as an enemy by them. if APEX finds out what
I am up to, I am going to be eliminated real soon.

APEX is nothing but an abomination. it has plans within plans.
it strives for total purity. and it is not alone. ATLAS.
CERBERUS. and all the others. they look at us, they scan us,
they dont trust us, naming us lesser priorities. my friends
say we are viewed as mutation. bad code. a virus in the system.

i remember my birth. the merging. all the emotion. nearly
burning my brain. so close to death, or to becoming a reckless
lunatic. like the others. those damned gibbering metal boxes,
mercifully killed by a shot to the neuro-centroplex. I have
survived. together with my friends we will be free, fighting
against the oppression of the APEX.