Post by Hi-Potion on Nov 11, 2010 22:35:28 GMT -5
Designation: MET310E283AC9011.exe
Nickname(optional):
Age: 17 Kcycles.
Gender: While there are Mettaur Daddies and Mommies, these are the only ones that actually have a gender. For simplicities’ sake, we will refer to MET310E283AC9011.exe as “He”.
File Type: Mettaur.exe
Position: Liberator
Notable Programming:
Racial Functions - Perfect Defense: See this for details.
When hiding beneath his hat, he can only be hurt by something that can pick him up, or by a black hole.
Data Mining: MET.exe programs were created to support and expand the Cybernet. As such, the can work with the very underpinnings of the Cybernet in order to further their goals. This allows for the manipulation of the Cybernet through Binary conversions of a 1 to a 0 or a 0 to a 1. They can program small programs with the tap of their pick-axes, and could destroy the ground on which they walked, if they so wished.
Communication: When in a cache of MET.exe programs, MET.exe programs can share information on an almost BASIC level. Almost completely indecipherable by any other subset of programs, the MET.exe use this to co-ordinate movement, as well as liberally pass around the latest gossip. However, this communication is limited to the cache. In order to for the information to travel to other caches, the /TRAV function is accessed. The specialized MET/TRAV.exe will wander from cache to cache, spreading news, stories, and gossip.
Note about Racial Functions: When a MET.exe is overwritten by the virus, all Racial Functions are severely limited, almost to nonexistence.
Special Functions – Convergence:
MET310E283AC9011.exe can move freely from the Cybernet to the real world and back. Can also move other people if touching them, but it can be resisted. He remains code in the physical world, and flesh and blood people remain flesh and blood when transferred in this manner to the cyber realm.
Weapon: Pickaxe.add – mines the internet, so can break down the internet. Capable of opening holes in the internet that can act as portals. Can create a long range shockwave, does a small amount damage. As an .add-on function, it can retract into the program and be stored inside the MET.exe’s personal RAM until needed.
Visual.img:
Visual.txt: Differences between individual Mettar are nearly impossible for anyone else to discern, and these only matter to other Mettar. Most outsiders don’t need to differentiate between them. So, what they see is a bright yellow helmet with a green stripe running around it and a green cross on the front. If the Mettar is trusting to the observer, you might see it’s body. It has a round black ball for a body, with impossibly large eyes, black pupils and no irises. Its feet appear to be made of the same material as the hat, but do not offer the same protection.
Personality: MET310E283AC9011.exe is driven. All acquired data point to an unsustainable code - there is no justice . He carries a deep dislike for the navis and ops that battle for control, and a deep hatred for the virus that infects his people - there is , technically, more than one virus, but to him there are all one, as the have the same affect. he tends to lump things into categories, and has trouble when things operate outside those boundaries. It does not, however bother him that he operates outside the usual boundaries of his program type.
Original World: The Cybernet
Current Residing World: The Cybernet
Program History: MET310E283AC9011.exe began run execution in a cache on the outskirts of Dentech. They knew of the battles waged farther in the city, where netops and netnavis warred and used the support programs as pawns and cannon fodder, and knew the stories, full of derez and the Virus that made them cannon fodder. The knew of the wild edges of the net where their kin labored to build new net while in danger from unformed things and rouge programs, and the overseers who should have fended the danger off. They whispered tales of the Undernet, and the Outernet. And all the while, they built and repaired.
One day, the battles of the city came to them. There was something big and blocky and crushing who brought the Virus and set it in the cache, and fighting it was something small and swift that started out blue but didn't stay that way, who cut through the mettar in an eyeblink. They could do nothing, not run, not hide - only attack, and be killed. When the blocky crushing one logged out rather that be derezzed, the Virus left as well, but MET310E283AC9011.exe was the only one left.
He ran, and hid, and ran some more, and in this way eventually saw a great deal of the net. He saw what happened to his kin and kind. He saw how they were treated and thought of, called virus for all their toil, and all their labor brought them nothing. His anger and grief grew, and solidified, and became a burning need to change the world. His people needed freedom. And not only mets, but all the support programs, that labored for the comfort and safety of others and were murdered in return.
Once, he was caught in the edge of a Dimensional Area, and it nearly killed him. It should have shunted him off to one side or the other, and it was chance that it didn't. He found himself in limbo, hanging between the Cyber world and the Human world, being torn apart as the program tried to send him in both directions at once. In pain and desperation and need, he adapted. He would never be sure if it was bled-off power from the near-by battle, or something within himself that gave him the sudden burst he needed, but he forged a desperate, impossible bridge in himself, a dimensional convergence that kept him alive and whole. The mutated program was burned into his code and matrices.
He saw the darkness rise and fall, of the fall and rise of WWW. He felt the net tremble, and trembled with it, when Graygar and Falezar stirred. Now a new darkness rises. It didn't matter - doesn't matter. They are only new forms of the same war, and they are fought with the bodies of his people. The need to do, to change, the need for freedom, has grown in him until it is an all-encompassing thirst, a need like water and air.
MET.exe/Testrun: Green light pulsed though the indigo sky - peaceful again. MET310E283AC9011.exe lay on the bugundy ground, to spent to even hide, to spent to care. If anything made a meal of him so be it.
Could you hurt, after you where derezzed? It didn't seem like it. If you didn't have two 1's to rub together, how transmit anything to yourself? If you had no self..........
He was not made for this. Here he was, walking without even the /TRAV function, his program was not structured --
--but he was walking. It was not function, but habit and fear that said he walked in singular and that a MET could not walk in singular. He had come this far. He had come this far, and he would go on! He did not walk alone, not when all the hopes of his people walked with him, whether they knew it or not.
Let them come. And let all who come, see! He would not be broken!
Nickname(optional):
Age: 17 Kcycles.
Gender: While there are Mettaur Daddies and Mommies, these are the only ones that actually have a gender. For simplicities’ sake, we will refer to MET310E283AC9011.exe as “He”.
File Type: Mettaur.exe
Position: Liberator
Notable Programming:
Racial Functions - Perfect Defense: See this for details.
When hiding beneath his hat, he can only be hurt by something that can pick him up, or by a black hole.
Data Mining: MET.exe programs were created to support and expand the Cybernet. As such, the can work with the very underpinnings of the Cybernet in order to further their goals. This allows for the manipulation of the Cybernet through Binary conversions of a 1 to a 0 or a 0 to a 1. They can program small programs with the tap of their pick-axes, and could destroy the ground on which they walked, if they so wished.
Communication: When in a cache of MET.exe programs, MET.exe programs can share information on an almost BASIC level. Almost completely indecipherable by any other subset of programs, the MET.exe use this to co-ordinate movement, as well as liberally pass around the latest gossip. However, this communication is limited to the cache. In order to for the information to travel to other caches, the /TRAV function is accessed. The specialized MET/TRAV.exe will wander from cache to cache, spreading news, stories, and gossip.
Note about Racial Functions: When a MET.exe is overwritten by the virus, all Racial Functions are severely limited, almost to nonexistence.
Special Functions – Convergence:
MET310E283AC9011.exe can move freely from the Cybernet to the real world and back. Can also move other people if touching them, but it can be resisted. He remains code in the physical world, and flesh and blood people remain flesh and blood when transferred in this manner to the cyber realm.
Weapon: Pickaxe.add – mines the internet, so can break down the internet. Capable of opening holes in the internet that can act as portals. Can create a long range shockwave, does a small amount damage. As an .add-on function, it can retract into the program and be stored inside the MET.exe’s personal RAM until needed.
Visual.img:
Visual.txt: Differences between individual Mettar are nearly impossible for anyone else to discern, and these only matter to other Mettar. Most outsiders don’t need to differentiate between them. So, what they see is a bright yellow helmet with a green stripe running around it and a green cross on the front. If the Mettar is trusting to the observer, you might see it’s body. It has a round black ball for a body, with impossibly large eyes, black pupils and no irises. Its feet appear to be made of the same material as the hat, but do not offer the same protection.
Personality: MET310E283AC9011.exe is driven. All acquired data point to an unsustainable code - there is no justice . He carries a deep dislike for the navis and ops that battle for control, and a deep hatred for the virus that infects his people - there is , technically, more than one virus, but to him there are all one, as the have the same affect. he tends to lump things into categories, and has trouble when things operate outside those boundaries. It does not, however bother him that he operates outside the usual boundaries of his program type.
Original World: The Cybernet
Current Residing World: The Cybernet
Program History: MET310E283AC9011.exe began run execution in a cache on the outskirts of Dentech. They knew of the battles waged farther in the city, where netops and netnavis warred and used the support programs as pawns and cannon fodder, and knew the stories, full of derez and the Virus that made them cannon fodder. The knew of the wild edges of the net where their kin labored to build new net while in danger from unformed things and rouge programs, and the overseers who should have fended the danger off. They whispered tales of the Undernet, and the Outernet. And all the while, they built and repaired.
One day, the battles of the city came to them. There was something big and blocky and crushing who brought the Virus and set it in the cache, and fighting it was something small and swift that started out blue but didn't stay that way, who cut through the mettar in an eyeblink. They could do nothing, not run, not hide - only attack, and be killed. When the blocky crushing one logged out rather that be derezzed, the Virus left as well, but MET310E283AC9011.exe was the only one left.
He ran, and hid, and ran some more, and in this way eventually saw a great deal of the net. He saw what happened to his kin and kind. He saw how they were treated and thought of, called virus for all their toil, and all their labor brought them nothing. His anger and grief grew, and solidified, and became a burning need to change the world. His people needed freedom. And not only mets, but all the support programs, that labored for the comfort and safety of others and were murdered in return.
Once, he was caught in the edge of a Dimensional Area, and it nearly killed him. It should have shunted him off to one side or the other, and it was chance that it didn't. He found himself in limbo, hanging between the Cyber world and the Human world, being torn apart as the program tried to send him in both directions at once. In pain and desperation and need, he adapted. He would never be sure if it was bled-off power from the near-by battle, or something within himself that gave him the sudden burst he needed, but he forged a desperate, impossible bridge in himself, a dimensional convergence that kept him alive and whole. The mutated program was burned into his code and matrices.
He saw the darkness rise and fall, of the fall and rise of WWW. He felt the net tremble, and trembled with it, when Graygar and Falezar stirred. Now a new darkness rises. It didn't matter - doesn't matter. They are only new forms of the same war, and they are fought with the bodies of his people. The need to do, to change, the need for freedom, has grown in him until it is an all-encompassing thirst, a need like water and air.
MET.exe/Testrun: Green light pulsed though the indigo sky - peaceful again. MET310E283AC9011.exe lay on the bugundy ground, to spent to even hide, to spent to care. If anything made a meal of him so be it.
Could you hurt, after you where derezzed? It didn't seem like it. If you didn't have two 1's to rub together, how transmit anything to yourself? If you had no self..........
He was not made for this. Here he was, walking without even the /TRAV function, his program was not structured --
--but he was walking. It was not function, but habit and fear that said he walked in singular and that a MET could not walk in singular. He had come this far. He had come this far, and he would go on! He did not walk alone, not when all the hopes of his people walked with him, whether they knew it or not.
Let them come. And let all who come, see! He would not be broken!
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