EVE Fiction

12.21.YC114
Location: Unknown

CRU ACTIVATED. PREPARING SYSTEMS.
...100%
RECIEVING DATA AND TELEMETRY.
...100%
PROCESSING.
...100%
NEW NEURAL ARCHITECTURE FOUND.
MAPPING.
...100%
SCANNING FOR FOREIGN DATA.
...100%
NO FOREIGN DATA FOUND.
IMPRINTING NEW NEURAL PATTERNS.
...10%...30%...50%...100%
CREATING BACKUP.
...100%
PROCESS COMPLETE.
TERMINATING ROUTINE.
...100%
WELCOME HOME.


The halls of the station were brightly illuminated, their white walls reflected on the smooth black floor, creating an illusion of spaciousness. Occasionally there was a door or a window to break the monotony, but the sense of medical sterility was ubiquitous. Small, saucer shaped maintenance drones, no bigger than a lapdog and matching the black and white color theme went about their business mindlessly, performing the tasks to which they had been assigned.

These drones were the only companionship of the station's sole occupant; a woman, ethnic Achura by appearance, with a face made of sharp angles but with otherwise no distinguishing features. Dressed in a grey casuals, she emerged from one of the doors and began to walk down the hallway, the faint scent of ectoplasm wafting in the wake of her passage. But this was not a new clone; the hair had grown long, and there were slight wrinkles around the edges of the lips.

This clone was in fact the original, and this capsuleer in particular had gone to great lengths to ensure that it was kept out of harm's way. She had spent a small fortune, even by capsuleer standards, researching and developing the technology for this entire affair. A covert cloaking device capable of masking an entire habitat, billions of ISK spent on researching deployable "warp beacon" probes to allow her to move the station to interstellar space; not to mention the cost of a warp drive capable of moving the station; 5 billion ISK for that project alone. But it was well worth it, for she had her privacy away from the prying eyes of others; most notably CONCORD, who she had long suspected spied on every capsuleer in existence.

She had been away for months now, but she never worried over the safety of this location. She did, however, have a lot of catching up to do. She made mental tabulations for each subject she would have to look into further; Thera. Caroline's Star. "Shattered Wormholes". A few political intrigues in Null Security space. Covert research facilities. And... ahhhh... Dr. Tukoss?

As she walked down the hallway, a small indicator on her wrist beeped, interrupting her thoughts. Pressing a button, she pulled up a holographic display, complete with a user interface she could use to issue commands and scroll through data.

STATION MAINT. UPDATE -
RESOURCING CYCLE COMPLETE.
O2 STORES REPLENISHED.
H2O STOCK FULL.
CARBON WASTE DUMPED.

The list went on and on. There was little very reason for the woman to even read it; the station was for the most part completely automated and self-sufficient. Indeed, any inefficiencies in the operation originated from the human occupant herself. Left to it's own devices, the station would maintain it's extreme orbit outside of its home system's Oort cloud, periodically sending small, nondescript drones to harvest oxygen, water, minerals, and other elements needed for operation and life support. Hidden solar stations strategically placed around the system regularly sent back fuel cells to provide an ample supply of power, and new drones were constructed as needed. One special type of drone would be needed for tonight's activities, and it had just finished production in the days prior to the woman's arrival via clone jump.

This was Home, the private sanctuary of the woman known only as "Xiaohui" on the FTL net, and today marked the occasion that she would write her most important scientific publication to date. As she walked into her spartan office and sat at her work station, she reflected on her past publications released over the previous two years.

She had written several papers regarding genetic comparisons between humans and other lifeforms in the cluster, concluding that humans of different racial classification, along with perhaps a couple of dozen other life forms, are more closely related to eachother than they are to their own types of life forms within the cluster. For example, certain trees were more closely related to humans than they were to other trees in the cluster. This suggested a shared origin of these lifeforms. She had only hinted at that conclusion in her paper, and instead only presented her findings as "curious observations", and always wrapped each paper up that "more study was needed".

Other work she had done dealt with the fossil record, and the lack of human specimens before a certain chronological threshold, about 20,000 years ago. Humans just "appear" in the record, even on planets with no fossil record other than the humans themselves. These were all published for the sole purpose of preparing the scientific community for the paper she was about to write. To a casual reader, it would appear that she came to her conclusion via her own primary and secondary research, stumbling upon the premise of her upcoming paper out of a pure scientific innocence, just going where the evidence took her. In truth, she was not really a scientist, and more so an inuitive thinker; she often came to conclusions and then had to reason backwards, filling in all the missing steps.

As she had already laid a lot of groundwork, she would be citing her previous works, as well as other names in the field of "Earthology". Mostly considered cranks by the rest of the community, she hoped that could be changed. Some might wonder why it even mattered? Regardless of where humanity came from, here they are now, moving into the future. But order to understand that future, Xiaohui maintained, you must first understand that past that led to it.

Moved to EVE Fiction.

I'd like to know so I can avoid this in the future. As far as I can tell I didn't break any rules?

But this isn't fiction, this is in character roleplay...

lolwat?

Um, yes, I am in fact in complete control of my character and what she does.

But that's not godmoding... godmoding is when your character is all powerful and can never be hurt or fail at anything. Hence the term... god mode... ing.



Anyone is free to reply and interact with my story and add to it (and be in complete control of their characters in doing so).



Again, anyone is free to reply and interact with my story. Is your character a scientist? What does he think about my character's paper? Does he reply? Does he have his own scientific findings to write about?

I guess the problem here is "dialogue" - reading IGS it seems to be nothing but dialogue, very rarely with an environment or the character's interactions with the environment described.



I have always roleplayed like this... this is how we RPed in Yahoo user chats before they were taken down and it's the way I roleplayed on various forums over the past decade. I have never had a problem with it. I guess the issue is that EVE does not really have a strong roleplaying community. Indeed reading the posts on IGS it seems the roleplaying is more out of context dialogue with no illustration, background, or character actions taken. This is a bit counter-intuitive, because one would think that the types of people who play EVE would have an appreciation for putting their conversations into the context of this sci-fi setting, and would have the patience of higher end roleplay.

Ummm yeah I was narrating the actions of my character...

Apparently "RP" in EVE constitutes capsuleers just talking to eachother. Mmkay then.

Well then they should elaborate "This is not for actual roleplay. This is just for IC chatting."

Because I went in there actually roleplaying.

You know. Emergently. Interacting with the game world, and having an effect on it.

Wow, I haven't RP'd like that since I was 13.

Oh well. Maybe I'll just make a blog and post short "stories" there.

Bye guys!