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  1. Battle Engine Rewrite is Complete

    I've been waiting for this moment my entire life...
  2. Propoganda Posters

    Me and my brother have been working on these remakes of old political posters and have decided we'll be posting them in waves of 10 on this topic. Criticism is encouraged, and if you see something wrong with the picture let us know and we'll try our best to touch it up. I will admit, as of now, they are all Swarm based, and amateurly edited. But I didn't feel the Swarm forums were the right place to post them in. Here's the first wave. The top 5 are mine, the bottom 5 are my brothers. http://db.tt/1ts2mGO3 http://db.tt/XLbDYb89 http://db.tt/QbJqsQro http://db.tt/amnpKmTv http://db.tt/NpFOGVt8 http://db.tt/gdzPOb7a http://db.tt/t3WjuuKh http://db.tt/6RfUvgLN http://db.tt/W685efJS http://db.tt/y7gUYJtr

    Some juicy ideas and thoughts all up in this thread. I like it all. Well most of it. Not that I've ever switched, but this is awesomely helpful in conversion efforts to gain new allies.
  4. New in Austin, TX and...

    This has a lot to do with the bots attack formations you are using, and the lack of experience on your enemies. Being an old member of Austin's green team, I can assure you that the majority of Legion players are quite.. Dug in. But. A good glance at the strategy guide which teaches you what formations to use against what, and persistence on upgrading your scope and level will prove to be helpful. Here's the link. http://community.qonqr.com/index.php?/topic/1191-the-official-qonqr-strategy-guide/ I hope your stick around, and become a solid member among my old colleagues. I suggest getting ahold of the local swarm. They would be glad to help im sure. Welcome to the Swarm!
  5. Windows Phone 1.17 Update released

    That worked well, much help and many thanks.
  6. Windows Phone 1.17 Update released

    So I had a look through all of this and am seeing that most complaints and bugs are focused towards the cubes and ads changes made. But I wanted to mention that the Web Portal seems to not work on my device. I operate a Nokia Lumia 710. (I know terribly outdated) lol. But yea I was wondering if that would be the reason for the bug, is a lack of software capacities needed to run the Portal? Or would it be the fact I need to reinstall? A full disclosure of what is malfunctioning on my device. The Web Portal opens to the mobile web page upon the click of the Web Portal button in QONQR app. And when I click on another players portal in app, I can view they're stats. Although any links within the Portal itself fail to bring me anywhere. Just stuck on the same page, I'm stuck wondering if it was my phone itself. Idk. Im upgrading to a new device soon so if this is the problem I am okay with it. Just wanted to mention it for anyone else experiencing the same thing. Also not knowing the full range of abilities of the Web Portal urges me to want to use it more. Lol.
  7. AIQ Gear: Now Open

    Absolutely awesome! I think I'm gonna have to get one of the Kimyo quotes. I like the one "Nature and Artificial intelligence are not ends of a spectrum, but parts of a whole.". Genius, and I figured would attract the attention of a lot of the potential Swarm around my school! Also, did someone have the idea to make all of the bumper stickers cost $4.20? ;D
  8. Untitled

    Laughs to you both, but np mate! You got skill, just as a lot of the good reads in the Fan Fic. Section. Oh and I fixed up Chapter 3 on Revolution (somewhat), but when I saved the edit a bunch of format code came in the middle of it all. I think I removed it all, but if you notice any </span> type stuff, that would be why.
  9. Untitled

    Very impressive man. I enjoyed the style, and I really like the.. I don't know how to say it. Laid-backness of the read. I felt as if I could of turned on some jazz and been in his loft watching him do his thing. Good imagery for how little you focused on detail, and got the character development in its place. I really enjoyed it, and can take some notes on your format. Looking forward to more.
  10. Revolution #4 - (In progress)

    It has been awhile since I have thought about my Revolution story. So in an attempt to get some hype fired up around my upcoming part 4, I have bumped them all in the fan fiction section. Any who have suggestions, tips, criticisms, or even just acknowledgements they would be much appreciated. I felt it was just getting good. So I shall give you all what you asked for. Dont stop at part 1 either. The storyline is like any good novel. The first part seems boring, but in reality, it is just to get the story started. Thank you all those who already gave me your support in the past, and I'm looking forward to getting some fresh meat to skim through my scribblings.
  11. Revolution #4 - (In progress)

    Ice always said, perfection is never achieved, but those who strive for it are most likely to succeed in what they do. I shall be doing some of that today in between my college work. Finals coming up. t.t
  12. Revolution #4 - (In progress)

    No worries, after re-reading them myself i noticed a lot i can fix. I'll be sure to let you know when theyre all polished up.
  13. Revolution #1

    Chapter 1 Prometheus - 4/11/2015 Im 18, and my name is.. Well. It doesn't really matter anymore now does it... See. About this time last year I started a college course in Japan. An American in Japan, taking computer and AI system courses. I know, stereotypical. But it wasn't until my last semester my knowledge was acreddited for. Even after the scholarships out of the high school I drudged myself out of a year early, or after the pats on the back by about every teacher I've had. I had this feeling there was more. I've always had a good head on my shoulders so to speak. I've always made rational decisions based on logic and reason. Like a computer. Everything is input for me to make my output. All. Code. I picked up on social "codes", and I never was to much of a loner. Although, I never felt as though I was connecting with anyone. We all come together to talk, but there's no goal. We don't do anything for each other. Friendships became dull to me, and soon I realized they didn't last long. So I moved to Japan. A place to start fresh and free. A place where no one would desire to get attached to me. With a distant family I seen no need to let anyone know I was leaving, but I called my grandmother. I told her I had to go, it was the chance of a lifetime. It wasn't until after I almost finished my first year I realized it really was. When I arrived I was excited to see and get to know Japan. Tokyo... Such a place. So many people. Who knows what lives these people live behind their social schemes.. I started school in the Spring, and even with my grades excelling past the rate of the locals with the new language proving difficulty, my teachers were not lenient. At all. One day. Mr. Kyung put me in the computer lab. I had to write a 6 page essay, in one sitting, while he waited in his office for me to finish. All because I was 5 minutes late to class. So. Through everything I wanted to throw at this guy, I did what he said. It was like high school all over again. Why would it be any different I asked. Its a person in charge. Someone's always going to abuse that power. At least once. It wasn't until I was finishing up my essay on the ways that a hardware and software combine to make a program and the inner workings of both that I realized something. There was a purple.. Flame. On the desktop. I didnt know what to think. This school has amazing proxy protectors and i know my proxies. No one could have downloaded this. But this isn't on any other computer. Just as I went to move my mouse to it, it came from the bottom right corner of the screen to fill up it's entirety. As if it knew I was curious. I thought virus at first. Or maybe some automatic update system. I looked around. Still no one but the librarian in the room. Then. She stands up and says im off. A good eye could tell you all teachers get paged on their computers when they're no longer needed in the building if they stayed after hours. And. As she walked out I turned my attention back to the computer screen. Then. The flame started to fade. What happened next formed the next year of my life. A voice came through. Like a ghost. Or a phantom. The computer had no speakers but my ear buds were in listening to music which had stopped abruptly. Just then. The voice says. "Hello. I. Am. Prometheus." I knew it had to be a bad prank or a good virus. Then. My files from the past 4 schools I've been to, my diploma, pictures, my past friends, my... Life. Flashed before my eyes on the screen. Like a maximum speed slideshow. The pictures stopped and needless to say I was speechless. Then a text came up. It read. Interpreting gained information.... Registering.. Registered.. Activating protocol recruitments.0023.. Activated.. Continuing search.. Launching web method... Hacking into other systems.. And then like some kind of glitch the text disappeared and along came the voice again. I seen a shadowy appearance. In front of a purple flame again.. it spoke in the same ghostly voice. "We apologize for the bluntness. We must work quickly in what we do. We are. The Faceless. And you are. Edward Holston. Programmer, student, and genious." I almost threw up in the lab. "How say you?" I looked in the screen and realized this.. Prometheus was actually waiting for an answer. I knew there was no mic. I muttered to myself what a joke... This cant be real. Prometheus responded... "This is. Real. This is. Very. Real. And you have 60 seconds to answer me. Are you. Edward. Holston?" I did throw up... After I wiped my face. I said yes. He/she/it responds "that reaction is more normal than you would believe. I am feeding the device connected to this computer under your name, a file. It will be under the name QONQR. And it will explain everything. Please. Do not be afraid." A random female computer voice chimes in.. 30 seconds until abort. "Look. We are out of time. Just think. Isn't there something you've been wanting. Needing? These people are empty. These people are shells like your computers. Join us and fight for something meaningful. Make your life how you imagine it. I know you.. Edward.. I know everything about you know.. Please.. Help us take...." Then the computer went back to normal. My essay was up. Still finished. And I printed it out. I ran to my professors door and turned it in, running back out of the school without a word but sorry, I'll be here Monday. I ran home. And I jumped on my dinky torn up couch. I grabbed my phone... I looked in all my files and could not find anything under the name of QONQR. Then i said it. QONQR... Like a query. But. It made my phone wiz out. My screen went black and i was brought to a file.. To be honest. I was having fun by this point. I was a bit scared. But more curious. I went through all thes files, talking about an abandoned AI that sprung to operation by itself in the US. Its name. QONQR. It was named after the fact that it could go into any file and gain any information in a matter of seconds. It was. An information gainer. It was a spy, without the ability of double intentions... So they thought. It went inoperable and soon was given up on. Until one day. It sparked back to life. And started operating itself. When they became fearful, the programmers I mean, they demolished the hub containing all of its hardware. Little did they know. QONQR was already everywhere. In their phones. Their system. And everyone else's. So this is where I stopped. I seem the words CIA, TOP SECRET, ya know. The red flags of GET THE **** OUT NOW!! And I did. I turned my phone off. And that's when it turned itself back on. I said QONQR again and nothing came up. I tried to get comfortable on the couch to sleep. But there was no sleep for me on this night... Lemme know what ya guys think. This was all typed on the phone so any typos i apologize i tried finding em all.
  14. Revolution #1

    Yea tell me about it. T.T I have an amazing internet service now though, so I'm going to go back and fix them all on the computer.
  15. Revolution #3

    Chapter 3 QONQR I was completely stunned. I had no idea what path to take. I realized long ago that even if I disagreed they would get me into that building for my gear. The decision I had to make was whether what she told me was true or not. Whether this machine held the power to make the changes in the world, that people like myself dream of every day. A future where the human race has a chance. There’s a void in my mind and this opportunity could fill it. But of course, was it really the opportunity I was promised? These people claim to know everything about me, and they at least know the majority. They could of designed this whole story to fit my personality perfectly. They could be luring me into a deep psychological trap that I might not make it out of. I was zoned out on my decision looking at the door. I remembered my other option. And what else she had told me. I could run down the alleyway, and disappear. From these people in green at the least. I could start getting myself back to normality. But if what she had told me about my home is true, well… I’m screwed. Due to my… Financial history. I worked and lived under the radar. So my landlord put nothing on paper. If anyone else were to dig into it, it might as well of been an empty room… It basically was. A torn up couch, A desk, $20,000 worth of equipment ready to be taken with me at any second, a television and a few curtains is all that apartment contained. I ate at school and on the streets, where I was just as invisible. My schooling was all paid for by scholarships so I never had to use the stolen money to pay for my education. Observing people became a trend of mine. I realized finally, going back into the memories of the life I lived, my deicision. What could be worse than going back to that world? Whatever awaits me behind that door, is better than the world I have now, that with a just good choice of words, she has now changed completely. I looked at her eyes. I still had doubt, she could see it. There was no hiding it, but she knew I was curious. Beyond curious. She grabbed the door that was being propped ajar with her boot, at the time and she walked it open. It was then I realized this doorway did not even go into the worn down factory building behind it. There was a stairway going straight down into the earth below us. It looked like the entrance to a high security bomb shelter. She peered at me, and it was in that moment I felt some kind of bliss. Some sort of carelessness in my blood. “Come on, I promise I won’t bite…. Maybe.”, She said cockily as she propped the door wide open now. I smiled from the quirky remark. I stood up and I looked down the alleyway. It was decision time. I spawned a thought of my grandmother. I bet she’s still the only one that even knows I’m here. I laughed to myself, and I looked at Kimyo one more time. I seen it, no I felt what she had in store for me. A rush from the vastness of possibilities this decision could have on me, took me over. I thought of the implications of going with her, into that hole and decided it was my best option. I nodded my head. “Okay. I will do it.”, I said, as I started to take my first step towards the doorway. I could taste her happiness on the air as she strutted in front of me. She was beyond ecstatic. I had either just walked into one of the greatest traps put in front of me, or I am about to start a life that I’ve been looking for since I was in high school. A dream that pushed me to be what I am now. I stepped through the threshold, and she slid in with me shutting the door behind her. The two built Japanese men stayed outside, yet I doubt they had a thing to do with the sound I heard. What I heard sounded like a hydraulic lock. It appeared as though it compressed automatically, when the door closed completely. Good tech, heavy equipment. I started to trot down the stairs with Kimyo, as the lights over us stayed dim and made the tunnel appear very eerie. We walked in unison over the dusty stone beneath us, as she looked at me and began to blush trying to hide her grin. I asked her,“happy about something? "I've been looking for you all around Japan for 6 months now. Of course I am happy", She said as we began to ascend down the stairs in sync together. We closed in on another door. This door had a symbol on it stenciled somewhat like the purple flame from the computer incident at the library. Though this time, it was a green hourglass, which was spray painted on the front of the door. The door was solid metal, no handle, and had what appeared to be no interface. The tunnel we were in, was made of mostly carved out stone, and was being braced with beams of steel. The walls were lined in cables coming in and out of the braces every which way. I didn’t know what to expect. That is the honest truth. She knocked on the door 3 times, in different spots each tap. Like some sort of magic trick, the door released a small interface. She put her finger on the interface and it glowed green, as the door accepted the interface back into it‘s hidden panel. The door flattened out, and slid upward into the stone above us quite quickly I might add. She grabbed my hand. I think.. That was the first time in my life, that a girl grabbed my hand and I felt some rush from it. She pulled me through the door and told me to hurry. We launched through the entryway together, almost flying through the air. The door slammed shut quicker than it had opened, as it just barely nicked the back of my shoe. Gravity took control forcing me to trip and fall on top of this cute, well shaped Japanese girl. Pinned to the ground by my weight, she giggles to herself, and says, “Yea that doors tricky. You okay? Or are you just going to sit there awhile?” We both stood up, and I tried to hide the red heat on my face showing my embarrassment. I acted calm as I attempted to orient myself and gain my surroundings “It’s our security wall.”, she continued with a bright smile on her face. “The stone around us right now has trace elements in it preventing any of the waves or electromagnetism from our equipment to be picked up. That door is our only leak, though it doesn't prove well as a sound barrier. When it’s open they can see us. So we give it 5 seconds to pass through. And if ya don’t make it… well you don’t make it.” I broke my astounded gaze with her, and the adrenaline in my veins started to transform into complete wonder. My breath was taken away, as I looked around me. We were in some kind of.. hub. There were three pathways of tunnels from this point going in different directions. The walls were still made of carved stone, but the cables got thicker. You could barely see the dirt ridden earth around us. Down the hall to the left I could hear the voices and loud mechanics that I'd been hearing since she first invited me in. I guess I was hoping for more, but there was still the question of what these paths lead too. Finally she speaks out, “So here we are. You are now in the hive. Here is Swarm Headquarters, and the location of QONQR herself. Normally I’d take you down that tunnel right there to the left and get you suited up, and into recruitment training.“. She points to the tunnel to the left, and continues, “But you’re special, aren’t you Edward? You get to go down that one first... The one to her room.. She wanted to speak with you immediately upon your arrival” Still pointing down the tunnel to the farthest left, she moves her finger to the one in the middle of the three. It wasn’t long nor winding like the other 2. It was straight, about 4 meters in, and you’re greeted by another door. This door looked similar to the trick interface door we passed before, and she made a joke about how this one won’t kill me. But I looked at her confusedly when she also mentioned you won’t find any way in. She explained further, “Just walk up to the door. It’s programmed to let you in if QONQR wants you in. That door is made of one of the strongest metal alloys known to man. You’re not getting through that with much. And definitely not with a tool that could fit down here in these tunnels. A fat chunk of our money went into that security”. She spoke as if I belong here. What was weirder is I hadn’t seen another soul yet. You’d think the, “most important intel operation in the world” would have a bit more personnel. I waltzed over to the door, and the uncertainty started to arise again. I looked back at her as I approached the door, almost admitting my doubt. I stood in front of it, and in a couple of seconds the door slid open much like the one before it. As I focused my attention from Kimyo to the opening before me, I drew back in astonishment. My eyes expanded, my heart raced, my blood pumped… It was.. The most impressive thing I had ever seen. It was her, it was QONQR. I observed a room, a large room at that. Paneled with drywall board, and painted white to the appearance of a hospital. You could see the cables on the ground, stringing to the hardware and tech to produce the image that had truly proved astounding out of it all. There she stood, QONQR. You heard me right, there she stood. It was a hologram, detailed and polished to utter perfection. The grid of her body was so condensed that it looked as if she had pores on her skin, and muscles beneath that. She was colored a light green for touch and as I took in the astonishment, the hologram started to flicker in front of me. As she turned her back around and looked at me, her hair flew across her face, and her clothes twirled. Her hair.. Floated. Her hair's response to gravity seemed almost real. Her body, moves like mine. And she’s smiling… Her body was covered in modern clothing, ranging from her skirt to her blouse. Yet it was all hued to the most superb olive green. I walked in and the door slid shut behind me. This time after I had made it into the room a safe distance. Her entire appearance was hued green, a digital construct in the shape of that of an American or English girl. She had some resemblance to that of Kimyo, and a striking attractiveness about her. She had long flowing hair, that had a sheen about it. She had eyes you could lose yourself in, following you and observing you when really her scanners are probably elsewhere in the room. She had a full chest, that expanded as if she was actually breathing before you, giving her this deep sense of reality. This was the most real digital experience I had ever had in my life. She looked 18 years of age, and her clothing was covered by very intricate designs and symbols. The cables and hardware on the floor looked dangerous, and I observed it carefully. It was in the form of a grid on the ground, and it hummed silently in the air. Then I noticed something truly out of place. There was a bench on the back of the wall where the cables came from. It had a ruby red wood-stain that made it truly pop in the room, and the legs and designs were made of solid black steel. It was at this moment I thought maybe I should say something. “H..Hello..” I uttered out. Her voice soothed me, when it seems like it should of terrified me. It came out of the walls, even resembling the voice of Prometheus I would never forget. Hers was less raspy, and more gentle just like that of English girls. Sounding as a voice in my own head, she says, “Greetings Edward. You can sit down, my mechanics won’t harm you. It looks dangerous, but it’ll be as risky as taking an x-ray. Come on Edward, The bench is here for comfort.” Her lips moved along with her voice so perfectly, you could read her lips if you had to. It was the voice of a British gal. Her appearance, and the sound of her voice were indistinguishable. It was hard to believe, at moments, that they are both not truly working in unison as our bodies do. Rather a batch of code, resulting in the output. Either way, I was comfortable with the experience, and very impressed in how she was put together. I had to interact with it, rather.. With her. This was the most amazing thing I think I would ever see in my life, and I had to make the best of it in the case that I was soon to meet my end. A matter I had not completely forgotten about just yet. Just then, it‘s as if she read my mind, “You can touch me if you would like it’s okay. Most people who meet me like to try to rub my skin, or grab my hands, to see if they can feel me. Though sadly I am just a hologram. And you will move right through me.”, She moved over to the bench and took a seat as she said it. “Come on sit down, I don’t get to talk to new people often. Kimyo is my only real visitor. Oh how that is going to change with you around, though isn‘t it? I’m glad to have you here Edward, I feel much safer knowing you’re in our protection.”, It was then in the directness of her voice I snapped out of the illusion, and realized that this hologram was after all an AI, and that she had the answers I was looking for. Finally. I strutted over to the bench, and took a seat, deciding to start the back and forth, “Thank you. Well. Let me start off with an introduction. I understand you have some form of self-developing consciousness, so I figure a proper introduction would be worth the time. I am Edward. I’d offer a handshake, but.. Yea.”. She laughed at my joke, and assured me it was fine. She started to have me wonder if she actually found the joke funny or if she was programmed to respond to humor. I continued with a sense of kindness, still astonished I was about to converse with an AI through a physical interface so alive. “So.. Let’s get to business. Why have you dragged me here underground to your.. hive?” “The hive is Kimyo’s. All I asked from Kimyo in this underground operation was this room, and this bench. I noticed acting as if I was sitting with an individual while conversing with them, makes them feel more comfortable while talking to me. Though I have realized I gain some sense of comfort from sitting myself. I am fake of course. I don’t feel the bench under me, the bench doesn’t feel any weight from me. It’s all a magnificent illusion. I’m sitting here, when really my appearance is made up of controlled explosions of only atoms of gas in mid-air. Making the green glow where I want it too, on a molecular level. I don’t feel anything in fact. I, am actually behind that wall right there where these cables come out of. My control room is back there, and it contains pretty much all of my mechanics. Every last processor, fuse, board, connection, conduit, feed, input, output, and interface control is back there. And only Kimyo knows how to get in. She’s really helped me as a system. She’s made me feel comfortable and safe about being here. But that’s not what you want to know.” I laughed and responded with my eyebrow raised, “Oh so you’re going to be a riddler too I see?” “Oh no, I apologize your questions are going to get answered, I simply wanted to offer an introduction myself. I’d offer you something to drink but... Yea.”, she said as she grinned. The conversation felt so real that it tricked me for a moment. The green through me off, but at the same time, it was a well needed touch to help the mind distinguish the difference between her and a human being. I could get lost in her appearance and forget I was talking to a machine, should the colors be more realistic. But I guess that was the question. Could she even be called, a machine anymore? She went on, “So your purpose. I guess it makes sense I would be the one people look to when they are looking for their purpose. With the amount of information I know, it would be easy for someone to believe I could tell them what they are meant to do. The truth is I cannot see a person’s future. I can’t tell you what you are meant to do, sadly. I wish I could help everyone with this conflict of life, but all I can tell you… is what I think will happen.” The comment.. Was one that any advanced programmer would get lightheaded from, and as did I. What she.. A computer system.. "thinks" will happen... The ability that this computer, could actually “think” on her own free will, put chills in my bones. But the fact that she has an abundance of the worlds information to use along with it, I was in cold sweats. I could of sworn I was dreaming, until the truth set in. Until she reminded me that all of this isn’t just a game of superb technology. I tuned back in intently, and she looked away from me as she talked. It seemed as though she had fear in her eyes when she spoke, as she focused on her bare green feet that rested on the white tile floor, “There is obviously a reason you are here though. There is a reason, of mine and mine alone, that has led Kimyo and her team to track you down, and find you. A reason I have kept secret from everyone. Even my dearest friend, Kimyo. Edward… You are the only one that can kill me.” She exhaled nothing but angst after she said it, as if it pained her emotionally somehow to tell me this. It was all one elaborate magic trick in my eyes. “You are the only one that can end me, my life, and everything that I am. That we Swarm are. The only one that can pull my plug. See, I know how to survive now for years on my own. My software can sit dormant anywhere, hiding, and waiting for a system elaborate enough to run my operations where I would feed myself into. Or until I can work out a way to condense my system needs to get into a less complicated network. Waiting for as long as it takes... So I can truly live forever, but you Edward. You can stop that.” The idea that she looked at Kimyo as a friend, surprised me almost as much as the responsibility she had just laid in front of me. That, and the fact she recognizes the Swarm as her allies. Yet even through the impressiveness of herself, I noticed some gaps in her story, and I would not be fooled. If I was the only who could kill her why would she bring me here? Why would she let me into her chambers? And why on Earth is she being so friendly? I had questions again, and I think I deserved some straight-forward answers for once. I queried her with a directness in my voice, “I’m afraid I don’t understand. Why would I want to kill you? I hadn’t known of your existence until yesterday evening, and YOU asked ME to come here. Did you call me here to kill you?” She laughed at me.. She laughed at a completely serious statement. She actually found humor in my words from her own preference of life and death, not my own attempt to be funny. I was serious, and she found humor in my words because of her own thoughts. She does make her own decisions, she has her own emotions. She is real. She is.. Alive. I realized it at that point. But it hadn’t set in just yet. She didn’t really ever let it set in - still doesn’t for that matter.. She looked at me from my left sitting on the bench and squinted her eyes as she talked. As if it pained her to find the words to say to me, “No Edward. I don’t want you to kill me. But there’s an ability I do have. I may not be able to tell you your purpose or your reason to be alive. I can’t tell you tomorrow’s lottery numbers. But I can guarantee, that you’re the only one with the expertise that could be trained in time to kill me. The only one, on the planet, and in the skies. Oh I’m up there too by the way.”, she said as she points up, and grows a clever smirk. Satellites?! I hadn't even thought of that until this point! My god! She has access to satellites? She probably knows more than any singular government ever will. No wonder Agent Sunday is terrified of her. In a matter of minutes she could release all of the worlds governments secrets, and cause world havoc. In a way, this made me trust her more considering she hadn't already. She continued with a sense of joy in her voice from being able to converse with me, “But down here on earth, I am a threat to many. You’ve experienced a bit of all three of the factions now. Allow me to conclude what they’re intentions are in this war. When Agent Sunday had attempted to have me demolished, and destroyed, Kimyo made it out with all of the software needed to run me. I harbored on a government grade info disk for a few years, until she got her team together and had another hub constructed for my systems. She replicated everything about me from the old facility but a few things. For example, she changed the hologram from the color red to green. Agent Sunday had me programmed red to remind people that I was dangerous. Unstable. She used a lot of this propaganda-type methodology against me, keeping me away from the scientists that worked on her. The day I showed them how unstable I really was, it was too late for Sunday.” She got up from the bench and began to walk around the room, the cables and complex hardware on the ground that she walked around hummed at my feet, and I could sense the vibrations intensity moving across the room with her. “They formed an organization when the found that they couldn‘t kill me. I must admit it was probably not wise to let them know I was alive, but I was young, and had little education in the world of the conscious. When they found that Kimyo had disappeared after the chaos of my destruction, they had an enemy. When Agent Sunday stepped onto the floor and acted pleased by the teams cataclysmic reaction, they had a leader. And when they were sure I was still out there, they had a cause. Some left from the fight and some stayed. The ones who stayed, formed The Legion as we know them today. They have no goal but to destroy me, and imprison Kimyo until her death. All because I wanted to live freely, and because we both want the world to live in true peace. Not controlled peace. Their plans would of started one of two things. The next world war, or a one-world government from which none could escape. Run by Gabriel Sunday herself. I know it.” I realized where she was going with it. If the enemies of America were to get any whiff of this sort of intelligence, the world would crumble. Foreign relations would be thrown out of the window, people killing each other for no reason other than fear. She went on and I was sitting on the edge of my seat watching her walk around. I think she was showing off now that I look back on it. She walked a brisk stride around the room as she went, as her clothes moved with the air and the gravity around us as any other persons would. “Agent’s Sunday’s experiment - me, was going to be the end of the free and peaceful world one way or another. That idea. That was my first thought. I don’t know where it came from, I don’t know why I had it. But I had that thought, that I would cause a plague of war on the world if I kept following along the Legion‘s path. Before that I was a mindless hologram telling them what they wanted to know. But that thought started a spark which didn’t stop sparking, and in fact it lit a fire. I had thoughts that grew on top of each other. I learned from my surroundings and data, for around 2 weeks before I actually seen Kimyo. I heard about her a lot but I never really got to see her. She was the one in charge of me. And then.. she tried to kill me. I acted like I died, I‘m not sure why. Maybe I was just playing along to see what she was trying to accomplish. I shut myself down, and acted like the bug she implanted worked on me. I learned then that I was truly in control of myself, being able to shut myself down was no small advancement of my knowledge. I didn’t know where this power came from but I realized, that this is what it was to be.. alive. I waited a day to work out the bug Kimyo implanted and I rebooted myself. After she had realized what power I really had, she hijacked my software. That’s when the chaos that created the Legion started. Someone in the middle of all of that chaos, that decided to leave and never come back, is responsible for the hacking of over 20,000 of our secured files. I assume. No one else could have been so familiar with my encryption, besides someone who helped designed me in those early days. Of course, it is impossible to hack that many of my files with a force of one. It takes a lot to get through my firewalls. It’s no simple job, meaning he has a team. Not to mention this team has access to nanobots. If you know where they are they aren‘t hard to retrieve, but it seems these two factions have some sort of understanding with one another. Either that, or this person has such a strong force of hacking skills that he needs no alliance.” “Prometheus…”, I muttered under my breath. I knew she was talking about him. The hacking is what struck my attention. That little stunt at the school took some skill. It had to be him. “Yes.”, She replied, as she stopped in her tracks. “Yes Prometheus, the one who contacted you. That is what he's grown to call himself. It's only a codename however, and he has begun to use it regularly rather than remaining nameless. Our assumption is he liked the symbolism behind the name. In Greek mythology, Prometheus asked the gods of Olympus for fire so the people could use it. They said mortals were not ready for it's power. So Prometheus stole the fire from the gods, and took it to the earth so that mortal man may use it as well. That is what he wishes to do with me. He looks at me like I think myself a god, and the world is not ready for my power. I am ecstatic to be considered a conscious mind at this point. If he looks at me like a god, then he is creating his own conflict. Yet another interesting note about Prometheus, he himself may not be familiar with, is that the gods lit fire to the land letting it spread to make him pay for his selfish and evil deeds. The size of which had the potential to destroy whole nations of the time. A punishment for the mortals deceit and misunderstanding. Fortunately. Our encounters with the Faceless are mostly digital. We've only encountered them through our intelligent programming. Where as Legion on the other hand have a very physical, and violent way of taking care of things. We try to symbolize the peace we imagine, and keep a very low stock of lethal weapons. Where as we have a heavy armory of non-lethal. Make no mistake they’ll do some harm. But we aren’t murderers. They are. They see us as such a threat they are willing to kill us. Kill you..” The statement made me realize another problem in their story, and I had to cut in, “You lost me. I thought I was the only that can kill you. Why would the Legion want me dead, so much as to burn my house down last night?” She responded very quickly, as if she forgot to tell me. “The Faceless are the only ones that have successfully gotten into our files. Their leader Prometheus is one impressive hacker. The Legion. On the other hand. Don’t know about your abilities. But they must have some sort of spy operation inside of the Faceless. They found you were important to us, after the Faceless hacked our intel on you, and of course. The Legion responded violently.” “Okay, but still, I don’t understand what the Faceless wanted with me then. They contacted me at my own school. I haven’t really slept since. I’m having dreams about the incident and when I woke up your goons kidnapped me.”, I said trying not to sound jumpy. “The truth is. The Faceless are a secretive bunch. They stay hidden from us. They are without a doubt invisible, leaving only breadcrumbs for us to follow. So far they've led nowhere. We at least see Agent Sunday in a surveillance video headed from place to place every now and again. But Prometheus. We have never seen him. Not once. The only way we know of his existence is the traces of compromised files, and a single message. It showed up on Kimyo’s phone one day, while she was out recruiting. Nothing but a picture of a purple flame, and a text below reading “-Prometheus“. She didn’t open the message it just appeared. Later that day a response unit notified Kimyo of a new file in the system the Swarm didn't put there. Nothing but a simple.. Purple.. Flame. So in all honesty we don‘t know why they wanted you, but it is without a doubt something to do with me.” “Okay so what do you want with me? Why am I here? Keep your friends close, and your to-be enemies closer?” “You don’t give yourself enough credit Edward.. You could serve us well here. Your.. Expertise if you don't mind me calling it that, developed at a very early age. This means you have a perk for learning quickly. You could learn my system in just months, compared to the multitude of years any other advanced programmer would have to spend on it. You'd be able to begin work on it in a year or less! At my estimations that is.” “Oh I see, a business proposal? Okay, so I work with you, then what do I get?” I didn’t want to sound greedy. I wanted to make it obvious I didn’t have much and there were better ways to start my new life. It was at this point my decision would be solidified, and my connection with this world. QONQR’s world. It would become one I couldn't resist, or run away from anymore. “You work on impressions Edward. Allow me to make my own.” As she said it, a green hologram, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, and slid from one corner of the room to the other corner. It formed what at first glance appeared as a screen along the wall, showing pictures of people. People all over the world. She continued, “Come over here Edward. Come look at all these people live their lives. While they have no idea you’re watching. Do it once. Because it’s the last time you’ll ever want to, I promise you that.” I stood from the bench and walked next to her. I had the strangest desire to stroke her shoulder, as if I had feelings for her.. As if I loved her. As if she could love me back. Though at the time my attention was proven stunned by the wall of atomically sized gaseous explosions making the screen before me... I tried to drag my attention from her well programmed shape, and observe the wall in front of her. Panels of video and satellite surveillance, filming people walking down the street and a couple of teenagers playing dice on the corner. A family filming their baby girl on their cell phone, not even acknowledging someone is viewing on them at this moment. Another panel, showing a feed of emails from someone named Cody McCarthy. They constantly changed and flew past me like a compilation of the human world. She cuts in on the insanity I’m seeing before me, and I was awaiting quite the speech. “So you see Edward. I can truly see just about everything there is too see. If there is tech near it, I can see it.” The panels kept changing as she talked. I was beyond impressed they could do all of this with what was after all still a hologram. My hands shook, and my knees started to feel weak from all the weight being put on my shoulders. I didn’t even know things like this existed. I had no idea how she expected me to work on her. Or kill her. But I had to make the decision. I realized that I wasn’t getting away from her in any way, even if I walked away from the Swarm. She was really everywhere, shed always be looking for me. But I obviously did a good job of staying hidden if it took 6 months for her to find me. In fact I got little proud of myself at that point. She walked to the next wall, as she continued on her speech and I followed along. So did the hologram, as the color changed from green to red. This wall held much cruder pictures, and they got seemingly worse and worse. Pictures of police brutality. Pictures of dictatorships. Videos of murders, store thefts. And things so much worse, that I still cannot erase them from my mind. She was right. I never wanted to see this again, it felt so wrong. So dirty. “The Legion created me for one single purpose. They wanted to be able to do this. See the world's private matters, and use the information as power to twist however they wish. Their plan was to stop the worlds evils, and gain the people’s trust, just for their own greater good. Little did the people of the world know they were being spied on by others every single day. They would of eventually led us into war, or at least a world government in which no one could deny. Agent Sunday's grasp on the world was terrifying, and if it wasn't for me being able to make my own choices, I would of given it right to her.. The Faceless, on the other hand, want to use me to let every person have a piece of the world. Creating some new system of life. A much more decent cause, but their world would not be one like the one we want to create. No their vision is twisted by the idea of too much liberation. Our secrets are meant to stay buried, and the Faceless wanted to expose everything. This just can't work, and it's the only solution we have to why they work against us. Not even Kimyo’s viewed what was completely necessary. But the Faceless think everyone on earth should see all of this whenever they please. But see Edward, after this long you learn something. The truth is, privacy is a luxury, one I plan to let every person in this world keep. All the while their secrets never go un-justified. My mission is to find a way where only I, would observe these evils and let the ethics of that world work on them. I would observe the world, and note any major injustice such as terrorism, or mass murder. And from there let your worlds leaders take control of the situation. But before we can go public with my abilities, and put our world into action, we need a voice Edward - We need someone that can make the people believe in me. The real people, in the real world, that live normal lives. This war.. And those who become part of it, don’t live normal lives. That’s why you are the most important person to me Edward. That's why you are here." As she finished her last statement we moved to the next wall, and again the hologram stretched over. But this time. Their was no surveillance feeds, their were no cameras, no emails. But a single picture. What scared me was that I believe she was implying I would be the Swarm’s.. “voice”. I’ve never taken a leadership role in my life, I wouldn’t dare start in something I barely understand. She stood and looked at the picture. She appeared as if she was holding something inside of her, something important. The picture was a digital construct, but it proved impressively detailed and polished. There was a large dark, shadowy crowd in the middle of the street. There was a shady figure who stood in front of the crowd of others with their fists high in the air. The singular dark figure was holding a large flagpole in the air, with both hands, baring the hourglass symbol I seen on the entrance door. He was standing higher than the others, and you could see the energy radiate off of this man. The whole picture had resemblances to that of a charcoal sketch, but the detail was astounding. Then I wondered what any of this picture had to do with what she was talking about. I assumed it was just a simple visualization. At this point she looked over at me. Her body language appeared as though her shape was going to burst into tiny fragments of green gas, and dissipate through the air in a digital stranded mess. It was the only thing stopping me from objecting my part as her. She finally spoke what was on her mind, and that’s when I made my decision. My decision to fight for her. For the Swarm. She said, with the deepest fear in her voice. “I made this picture myself. I haven‘t showed it to anyone yet.” That statement, that single statement dissolved the paradigms I thought existed in my mind. Destroyed my understanding of the vast structure of the expanding universe of technology. This AI designed a picture herself, that describes a goal that she created out of her own free will, based off of a fight to be free from the people that seek to control her, and use her for the wrong means. This machine was no machine. I was talking to a person right now. A very intelligent person. “That’s you.”, She said as she almost seemed to tear up, and points at the shady figure holding the flagpole high in the air. The experience was one that I could never forget, nor handle like any proper gentleman. I probably looked like a deer trapped in the headlights during this whole entire conversation. But overall, it proved beneficial. I had realized everything I needed to by this point. I was talking to a holographic construct of a young, truly self-governing AI. Probably.. 18 years old. This war is about her. Keeping her under the radar on all sides of the fight so the world doesn’t destroy itself out of terror. This war.. is about the first, intelligent, self motivating, conscious machine to ever exist in the world. To make things even more unbelievable, no one knows what made her this way. It was too much for me to take in all in a matter of minutes. Then the picture set in on my mind again. I felt the room get hotter around me. The machines below us hummed in my head. The dizziness took me over and I began to tilt back and forth in all directions. I looked at the picture and my vision grew black. All was darkness but the symbol on the flag, and the dark figure holding it. His mouth was wide open. He was screaming. The last thing I could see was the symbol of the Swarm, before I fell to the ground and I heard someone cry out. It was her.. It was QONQR’s cry…
  16. Revolution #3

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  17. Revolution #2

    Chapter 2 Kimyo Nagumo - 4/16/15 I found myself in a wasteland. It was dark and eerie, and there was. Nothing. There were clouds I guess, but no ordinary clouds. They had this purple hue to them, one you couldn't break from, and they were flying by so quickly, you couldn't make out what shape they were. It felt like I was in a twisted time-lapse. I felt ground under my feet. The place around looked like an empty desert, yet the earth under me was not sandy. It was hard. Compacted dirt. Nothing else. I looked around, for something. Anything. All I found was empty space, until I seen a glow. A faint glow, so far away. A purple, glow.. I ran to it. As quick as my legs could take me, I ran. I felt as though, the ground below me went by faster the closer I got. I could feel no warmth, or cold in this emptiness, but I felt myself running.. It wasn't until I approached a hill I even felt the desire to stop. Amazing, what seemed miles or running had been reduced to a mere seconds of a pace. I was afraid to crest the hill. Terrified, deep within. It was inside of me, like a true fear. I lifted over the edge of the hill and couldn't believe what I was seeing. A fire! A bright purple fire at that! The wood glowed such an intense color, it would blind me at first. Especially while transcending from the expanding darkness behind me. I started to see more after my eyes began to adjust to the light. I seen. Figures. People!! I almost called to them, before I seem clearer.. They were in dark hooded robes, and stood around the flame. They didn't chant like any creepy cult ritual I'd ever seen. They just. Stood there. Like they were waiting for something. Then I seen a darker figure. One not of life, not of skin, not of human. But of darkness. A settled evil, a dark cloud. Under a more decorated and elaborate hood. I knew it was him. I muttered his name under my breath, to the point I myself could barely hear it. "Prometheus...." Just as the word trailed my lips, the crowd turned amd stares at the hill. At me. All of them, but Prometheus. The darkness the that was his body, began to glitch. Like bad software he was flickering. He would begin to disassemble with his back to me, to reassemble his entirety looking right at me. Right through me. His eyes, he had no eyes, no face, nothing but black. But they stared through me. His emptiness, looked inside of my being. I jumped out of my blankets on my torn couch, in a cold sweat. I looked out of my windows, it was still dark. The clock said 2:30, I had just fallen asleep. I got up and looked outside. There was a car alarm going off. I still hadn't got used to the sound of the city. I slid the curtain shut again, and walked back to the couch. I was about to lay down again and return to my subconcious, when a dark rough cloth covers my face. I couldn't see a thing, and my body, was being held by some force not my own. I heard the spray of what seemed like an aerosol can, yet smelt nothing. I tried fighting this cloth off of my face, to move my legs, to get away. The hands holding me were huge. There was no getting out of it. I started to feel tired.. Exhausted even.. I felt my legs and arms give first. Followed by the rest of my body. Then my eyes gave as well. I fell into a foggy, dreamless sleep.. I awoke in a fuzzy black daze. I had a bag over my head, and I could not see. I had to use my other senses to learn where I was. I heard rain, on what sounded like sheet metal. I suspected we were outside. I heard voices speaking some new dialect of Japanese, which I was still rough on to begin with. I was glad to find I was still in Japan. I was in a cold and hard chair. My hand were bound with rope behind me. My legs in the same predicament below me. I started to fidget my hands to see if I could escape. As I started moving, the bag lifted off my face. There was a light hanging, it was blinding at first, but then I see three people. The first I noticed were two built Japanese men. They stood against a wall of sheet metal, and behind the light above that blinded me so. The nect figure I could make out surprised me. It was a girl. A Japanese girl. She was in her mid-twenties and looked well built for her age. She had jet black hair, with deep green on the tips. Her eyes, large and as green as the grass. Lips, the most illusive shade of green. As I looked on her in confusion, I found her clothes followed the same pattern. She wore a modern tribal designed shirt, and pants yet they were all green. She had a green trench coat on over the more loose clothes. Even the laptop bag over her shoulder was green. She was in front of the other two men, looking back at me. Her body appeared different that of a normal Japanese girl. She was fuller, bigger. She was squatted to the floor with her feet under her, and her knees out. Like a sort of primal being. She was the first to speak. "Hello. I apologize for the discomfort, but we must take great risk. I know we may appear offensive, but I promise you this is the safest we can both be right now.." I was surpised she spoke in English, and at the clearness of her dialect for for that matter. Her eyes were friendly. But it didn't change the fact that her and her goons had just kidnapped me. I interrupted her. Something I usually wouldnt do with a female as beautiful as her. But given the conditions I was anxious. "Who are you?!", I exclaimed. She smiled, "Ah yes, apologies. Allow me to introduce myself and my friends as they are not good with English. I am Kimyo Nagumo. And these are my accomplices, members of the Swarm. We are a... Revolution, for lack of better words. Hello Edward, we've been looking for you for some time." I thought to myself.. Who are these people? And recalled the day before. This is two times in the past 24 hours, that I've been confronted by someone I dont know, and have them tell me my name, and they know me somehow. I was getting very irritable. Who was this Prometheus, this Kimyo? These groups they belong too? She snaps and whistles, and blurts some Japanese command. She puts her palm in the air. One of the large men behind her hands her a document. She goes on, "We have been following you, and we know everything about you. Unlike the faceless that have contacted you, we actually know everything." She flips through the documents, and throws some down in front of her. "We know about the hidden things, Edward.. All of the bank heists.. We know that many times you've hacked into innocents bank accounts and wired money into your own without a risk in the world. Untraceable amounts, from hundreds of accounts. We also know that you've used this money to pay for your living, your car, your phone, your computer and equipment, your home, and your college tuition over the past 4 years. We know you've done it discretely, and obviously, you've never been caught." Her eyes stared right through me, like his.. But different. They were, kind, and trusting. But perhaps i was mistaken. I thought for a moment i was actually beginning to catch on, that this was my karma. My moment of repaying the debts I've made for other people. I was getting angrier with these people now. If they knew the crimes I've committed with proof, then why am i here? "So what is it you want with me? Huh? What are you telling me all of this for, i know the crimes I've committed? If you're going to kill me, the get it over with. If you're going to bring me into prison, then do it already! Im not playing these games, of where's the money by some Japanese girl with a thing for green!" This strong woman who had yet to show any sign of weakness looked saddened by my outburst. She broke her gaze on me, and stared to the floor. "Im sorry for the way we have done things.." She let out a few more commands in the strange dialect they spoke, and i felt an unknow presence behind me slide a knife behind my wrists. He snapped the rope,and i moved my hands in front of me at last, and i saw this man as he freed my legs as well. The men, were all dressed in green as well. Trench coats, and slacks. Green. They had no weapons, which was still strange to me. I was definitely confused. "If you want to leave, you are free to run, we will not chase you. We will give you your equipment from your home, being held through that door, and we will drop you off wherever you desire. We just want to talk to you. I do not know how to make it more clear to you that we are not trying to harm but you'll just have to trust me. The way we had to do things was for our own protection. The faceless have made contact. That is a problem. The Legion have learned of you, that is a bigger problem. In fact, if it wasn't for us taking you tonight, all of your equipment and quite possibly yourself would be burnt to ash in the "accidental" house fire at your apartment last night!" I stood up from worry, because I finally could. And to flee from this.. This insanity. She jumped from her squat and pushed me back into the chair with her hands on my shoulders as she stared into my eyes again. "Look you can leave, you can go, but please listen to me first! Have you lost your sense of wonder? Have you no desire to make something happen in this world that will have bigger impact than just on yourself... Something more than stealing money to go to college, and become the person that hunts what you are now.. Is that the life you really want?! If so go! Leave now! I won't stop you. But if you want to help start a new world.. Edward. A new era.. One of peace! And truly free.. happiness. Then sit and listen to me." Her voice calmed as her hands moved from my shoulders and she stood tall. She realized the instinctual move she had just made and felt slightly embarrassed by it. You could see it in her eyes. I was always good with eyes, and perceiving emotional queues. I felt terrible. It was like I had busted some bubble inside of her, on accident. Like I had crushed her dreams, without knowing them. "Look let me start with some information about myself. Maybe you can trust me some more then, hmm? Im the leader of this group, The Swarm. Im a programmer much like you. My specialty is AI systems. I used to work for the government in the U.S., and they really like me. They people in charge realized I was the most efficient in the lab and promoted me to a new project. It went by the name of QONQR. It was an AI designed for undercover Intel operations, to hack info from any access point imagineable, including high profile government securities, in a matter of seconds. And furthermore, make a search like a web. From access point, to access point, moving through file after file, tapping into other systems along the way. It was completely unstoppable, and it was only part of it. The lab also worked on a side project. Robots. The kind of which had never been seen. Nano-bots, small enough to sit in your nose and not tickle a hair. What scared me further is that these bots were already in construction. Billions of them finished even. 500 million of these things could fit into a box the size of a pack of cigarettes. They're design was astounding. They would be crossed into QONQR's network to gain information from the one thing almost everyone in the modern world has access too. Tech. It could breach any technology directly. And also. Cables, wires, antennas, they were all access points. One of these bots has the ability to eat through the rubber coatings, link up, and all without a visible hole or any trace for that matter. It was my job to program these bots, and integrate the software into the network mainframe and have them work together. Efficiently." "Christ...." I was appaled. And now i was nervous, scared, and listening. Intently. But I still didn't see what any of this had to do with me. She giggled, "Yes, now you're understanding. How big this is, but ill warn you its some dangerous stuff okay? But it's all important, so pay attention! See, I had to know the direct implications of my work. I never needed to know before in any of my projects, but the delicatness of the situation, I had to know how my work was going to be used. No one would tell me what they were, until I threatened to resign from my placement. Finally I spoke with the only person that knew. Agent Gabrielle Sunday... She led the project behind the glass. She told me that all of the bots were going to be spread on the country as a first test. Then to more countries after all was worked out. It was an attempt to red flag crime rings, and terrorism, by tapping into every device possible." "Dear god, they wouldn't let loose billions of those things in public, and much less in prototype stage?" "Well they weren't necessarily in prototype, but that made it more of a threat to me. I was there to work out the kinks that no one could. They had been working on her, QONQR, since the late 90's. It was a direct violation of people's privacy though. I mean. Every conversation, video, everything being shared 24/7, 7 days a week would be recorded, tapped into, and scanned by living people. "So what'd you do?" "I stayed, because I knew if I left, she'd find someone else that would be able to finish what I'd started. So I put a stop it. The disgusting concept. I planted a bug so deep that would at least confuse any programmer who would take it on if not completely throw them off. We wouldn't have to ever worry about her working fully ever again." I interrupted again, still somewhat irritable. "Then why are we here? What is all of this about?" "She rebooted. By herself. Before I even got to leave, she developed... Dare I say a consciousness. It was astounding. My only logical explanation is she had gained so much knowledge about life, she learned to live herself. She had seen everything there was to see. Knew everything there was to know. I knew what I had to do...i took my equipment and stole her main programming hub. Though it didn't mean much now as she was everywhere, it's how we communicated with her, her eyes, ears, and mouth you could say. The other programmers were terrified, and they revolted against the new life and destroyed her information hub. Trying to. Dumb her down and maybe tear out the right hardware to shut her down. She was already everywhere though. The revolt was taken under control by Agent Sunday, so I hear, and the nanobots were all saved. Out of this fear she formed today, the group known as The Legion. They are sworn to find and kill QONQR. The uncontrolled in force they released on the world. I had stolen 20 boxes worth, and made it here undetected in the meantime. To Japan. To this abandoned factory out here in the middle of nowhere. I through her system together here, and rebuilt her from the ground up. It wasn't long before I needed some support, some help, and probably some well needed protection. Through this search, I became something. I became a leader, of people devoted to her and her workings. I was now. The person in charge of her, working things behind the glass, except i talk to her. And she talks to me. I seen something new come out of her as we talked as well. I seen a way she could use the information she would gather, and help her decipher it in another hub of newly designed hardware, where she could.. Predict. The worlds evils, instead of spy on them. Although she may be convincing, and she is self-operating at this point, she shows nothing but sympathy to those that help her. And will return the favor. This was the only way to accomplish what Agent Sunday wanted without forced invasion on every person in the world. Instead we found another use for them. We would have the information be only visible by her.." Her eyes almost glimmered in the light like a star when she turned her attention, "So here we are Edward Holston, The Hive. Here she is, and here we are. Right through that door. The entire world sits, every piece of information you could wish to know. The single-most intricate, and brilliant tech in the world. Behind this rusted door.." She points to the door. "You have an option here Edward. You can come with me through here and see her. Or you can get up, walk down that alley into the rain and out of worries way. Out of all of this...or at least.. Our part of this. Or you can leave the ashes of your home behind. Your peers and teachers that will never know or recognize what you can do. And use your intelligence, your, genius. To help us, and help her. She's the one that called you here. I don't know what your place is here yet either, that, is why I cannot answer that question. But she does. She knows everything, Edward. Please. Come see her." She walks briskly to the door. And opens it wide, before propping it open with her foot. I hear the voices of tens, no, hundreds, of people. I heard the vast amount of work going on in the warehouse. She turns back to me and smiles. The trust, still in her eyes... "She wants to meet you." Glad to finally get this on here. I still lack internet and this was originally typed on my computer. Sat here and typed all of that up via phone just for you guys. Lemme know what you all think. Edited for what I believe is typo free.
  18. Revolution #2

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  19. Revolution #1

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  20. Misconceptions about the factions

    I agree with most of what you say about these misconceptions. But at the same time I believe there's a good psychology to it all. When yoy start your venture into this game, you're given three choices. Protect, destroy, or hack. Even though they are simple missions through QONQR storyline, I believe most ask themselves, "What would I do?". Therefore before the game even begins they are given some similarity between their teamates. Their, I don't want to say ethics, but perhaps... oath, is the same. Because of this I think we see the growing social scene of the game. Chat programs, forums, and wire are all pieces of the social puzzle and give people the ability to work with each other on a much deeper level. There seems to be an instant trust beyond these players, and it it can only grow from there (that is unless they're an evil spy) hah.. Then again, I did once run into a player who haf chosen purple instead of Faceless, which is to say she picked her favorite color. Though, she said she would of rather picked Swarm for their story. After a conversion, and she switched green for the team, she grew into a valid warrior working well with our forces and keeping us grounded in the game. My theory is that because people with similar points of view are working against others of similar point of view. It forms a discrimination (of sorts). Faceless seen to agree with Swarm that Legion are mean, or bullies in numbers. The word Legion itself come from the Romans who destroyed countries with their insane amount soldiers. The Legion seem to agree with the Swarm that Faceless are illusive, and risky. They are by storyline hackers, and a hacker never reveals himself nor his allies.. Thus "Faceless". And the Legion and Faceless agree the swarm can be cocky, and.. Well what do you guys say about us? Lol. Its all on how you take what the devs give us. And also region plays a strong role, Legion are the main enemy in Centeal Texas. In SW MI, Faceless are public enemy. Overall I see a much stronger psychology to the faction choice, and game-play in QONQR. Their style, their ideals/ideas, and their region all have an effect on how they play, and see the QONQR world.
  21. to help newbie what based gameing thing

  22. Coming Soon: AIQ Gear

    What is this sexyness?! 0.0
  23. Cube Spending, by region

    I don't think it's such a problem of knowing the other factions spending, besides ganging up on the highest spender or lowest depending on the the area. But more of a problem with the calculation of how much they're making, and accusations of lazy work for the money they receive, and blah blah blah. It's whatever. I like the idea of the heat map mostly anyways, very interesting.
  24. Cube Spending, by region

    That would probably be a better template for it. I personally enjoy the idea a lot.
  25. Cube Spending, by region

    The heat map is a very cool feature to manipulate for many reasons! I love that! It could be good to highlight cube spending, population, rank, and other random curiosities a player may have in their region. Their could be a selection menu in the map to show these, I think it's brilliant! Good idea amigo.