As far as Piggot is concerned, any parahuman not under her control is a potential parahuman problem. As far as Coil goes: ... Pretty much the same motivation, actually. A thinker, even a high level one can still be threatened and controlled (see Tattletale). A high level brute and a thinker? That's more concerning because the obvious stick isn't nearly as effective.
Just because you can eat it doesn't mean it tastes good or even tastes like food
@Neondagger has the right of it. The human food is fuel, but it's basically bland and tasteless. There's no satisfaction in it. As to the why? I like the drama.
A bitter, silent laugh hitched in my chest. Even the universe thought I was an idiot. With a familiar sense of grim duty, I reached into my mind and tore the new ticket.
The rich aroma of the coffee filled the air, a grounding scent in a world that had just tilted on its axis again. My attention was lost somewhere in the dark, fragrant steam rising from the kettle as the information settled into my brain. My first thought was a cynical dismissal. Great. A power source for a type of power I don't even have.
I love this ai seriously anyone who does this too scum deserve a medal of honor
Honestly I want him to keep gaining organic abilities, with items such as glados helping him in the technological sense
Never say never my guy. As soon as the ABB and thus the alliance is done let the sadistic A.I. have its technically-for-science fun.
Yeah. The receptive body trait does a lot to tie the abilities together. At baseline, Carapace is just organic armor that scales with the characters abilities. Nothing in the flavor text implies any degree of control over it. Receptive body tweaks it a bit and makes it both play well with his other abilities: Kagune sheathes and what not, and also gives the carapace itself some degree of shapeshifting. Nothing crazy, but he can selectively cover/uncover parts and he shifted the design away from "Bug Man" to the seamless grey design I've been referencing in the text.
The Gacha enforced Familiars being loyal to the MC is doing a lot.
Yeah i did mean it and if it would be worth to use it on the Kagune cause it could take it's flexibility to gain a slightly better protection on the Kagune it's not worth it when it's already strong and has regeneration but then maybe receptive body could fix that.
So much so that a saner AI would have been the easier choice. Actually, do we have to worry about the gacha being overwhelmed and GladOS going rampant?
That would probably render them heavier and stiffer but it might be worth it to try selective applications so you can have like a hammer at the end of the tentacles
No, I'm not about to pull a Diabolus ex Machina. The gacha operates on a higher level than the entities. I'm treating it as basically ROB. Or Random Omnipotent System.
Does he get his memories back?
A cold click sounded behind my eyes, a neurological switch being flipped. My right hand twitched on its own, my fingers curling into a perfect, economical grip around a phantom hilt. My stance shifted, a subtle adjustment in my feet that I hadn't ordered. The knowledge settled into my muscles, a hard-coded instinct for violence with a blade. It felt utterly unearned, a software patch installed directly into my brain without a license agreement. A useful file for a different fight, on a different day. I filed it away and tore the next ticket.
A strange, buoyant sensation lifted me. I looked down. My feet, clad in worn socks, were floating a perfect centimeter above the clean linoleum floor. I pushed off, and the world became a sheet of ice. I slid across the kitchen with a silent, frictionless grace. The sensation was a key turning a lock I didn't know I had. A phantom echo, not a real memory. The feeling of a cheap towel tucked into my collar, flapping like a cape. The dizzying, joyful terror of being swung around by strong, safe hands. A man's deep, rumbling laughter. The details were smoke, a memory of a memory, gone before I could grasp them. A genuine, unforced smile spread across my face before I even realized it. It was gone a moment later, but the warmth of it remained.
A sharp, splitting pressure built behind my temples, a half-second of vertigo that made the floor seem to tilt. Then it was gone, replaced by a stunning, brilliant clarity. A flood of esoteric theory and alien blueprints filled my awareness. I looked at the simple stainless steel kettle on the stove, and my mind supplied three different ways to enchant it for instantaneous boiling using rendered fat and a pinch of powdered bone. The connections snapped into place with an unnerving precision. This was the key to building an arsenal. A project for the long, cold peace that was coming. It was a promise of real, custom-built power.
A perfect, ruby-red apple materialized in my palm. It was cool to the touch, its skin flawless. I raised it to my face, and the smell was a ghost from another life: sweet, crisp, and utterly real. For a stupid, hopeful second, my breath caught in my throat. I took a bite.
A patch of air in the corner of the kitchen shimmered, coalescing into a form that was hard to look at directly. It was a translucent, spectral shape, a pillar of shimmering heat and quiet sorrow. A new, phantom sense bloomed in my mind alongside it, a silken string connecting me to the creature, a channel of awareness just waiting to be opened. I understood it on a gut level. It was a scout. A spy. A perfect, unseen set of eyes. An immediate, high-value tactical asset. This, I could use.
With a soft pop, a small, brown rat appeared on the floor. It blinked, sniffed the air, then began grooming a whisker with a fastidious delicacy that seemed out of place in the silent house. I felt the spark of its intelligence, a keen, analytical mind hiding behind the twitching nose and beady eyes. On my phone, GLaDOS's aperture icon narrowed to a contemptuous slit.
The name echoed in my skull. The reward appeared in my mind's eye. It was not a trophy for a battle won. It was the first piece of raw material for the war to come.
Diamond roll all that took was putting down a dragon and teleporting suicide bomber and have alliance with scum
Sort of, but not quite. The Diamond reward is the culmination of abandoning the firm guidance of metaknowledge. He still has a pretty firm understanding of the immediate future, like what Coil is going to do with the Empire's identities, and probably Leviathan, but every step after that is going to be a maybe. The butterfly has flapped its wings. There's little chance that things will play out the way they did in canon, now. For better or worse.
I say we kill them all, fucking nazis
