Location: Sigma-15 / Bielefeld Base
Time: Undetermined
Date: Undetermined
Lisanak arrived at Bielefeld for some days already. The body given by Crimson Veil was a blessing in a way. The physic was human enough to not draw too much attention. She managed to observe some humans and running some simulations to eventually mimic some actions or slangs. Because her mind was Novak's copied consciousness, she could also evolve in her own path. Same goals as Novak yet new goals settling in the task list, Lisanak was 'motivated' to achieve the most important task, having a presence in the Sigmas. It was imperative.
With Platform's official transmission, it was time to fulfill one check on the list. Having a representative pn Bielefeld. They chose to provide a complex where Novak's kin could come and resupply. Furthermore, it would be also an exchange spot where Platform and Enigma Confederacy could trade. With common enemies, this alliance surely had its perks for such. But Novak had other plans. Something more permanent. Enigma Confederacy agreed to not interfere with Platform's own decision making or changing how they operate. Until having the resources, Bielefeld will be a temporary shelter for some units in the Sigmas. On the long term, it will be to build an installation in the Sigmas. A first step in the expansion Novak envisioned yet significant if achieved. An outpost in the Omegas, one in the deep Omicrons and Gammu were strategical locations. But in the Sigmas, it will be one too if achieved.
Lisanak was there to fulfill one check on the checklist:
Platform offcial words Wrote:"The complex will also be recognized as diplomatic grounds, while embassies generally come with 'state powers' to enforce their rules on someone else's land, our peoples do not wish to experience the boot of oppression from a law-exempted force and ask that you participate as equally as we ask our own citizens to in this direct democracy. We hope that this station will then support a means of friendship between our kinds, we wish a diplomatic unit to also participate in council meetings to ensure that you also have fair representation for AI that reside on Bielefeld.
Not here to oppress anyone, not as long there was no harm done. But there as embassy and willing to learn. As previously exchanged with Novak, Lisanak's intention was to blend among humans. It was necessary for now, but so much more if Novak planned anything else yet unsaid. After all, expansion did not necessary mean to dominate everything, but having a presence even minimal. And having Lisanak on the gameboard was quite an experiement for now, but if fruits came out of this, then, Lisanak might be sent elsewhere. Novak did warned that an emissary will arrive soon, but so far nobody from Platform on sight.
Instead of wandering with no destination, Lisanak entered in the bar of Bielefeld. Of course, the outfit of hers was curious and suspect. Wearing a cloak mostly hiding most of her body. Then, finding a free spot, she sat there and observed in silence. Analysing how people act. ''I am uncertain of the outcome. However, I do try to assimilate what humans do in all of my ability to simulate.'' She said to herself instead of keeping it quiet. She once saw a human muttering stuff which she copied just now. Her optical captors were always at the entrance every five minutes to monitor who was leaving and who was arriving. Under a quick simulation, she came to the conclusion she might encounter 'Crimson Veil' or another one from the Platform. Or maybe none at all yet.
''For the sake of 'my' species- I must do it. I must succeed and I must make sure everything goes as to plan. Even if I have to be against some other Gammunian- some sacrifices need to be made. For a great future, things need to be done and other situations similar to what happened with Planet Gammu, we must expand, build and return stronger, more intelligent and more... capable. We must wipe them away until dust remains.'' She muttered to herself again yet low enough to not be heard.
ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
> Personal Recall
> Visual and audio archiving...
> Begin recording
> ▓
CS was making his rounds around Bielefeld, the vending saw many spending their time around some of the social bars and communal kitchens... He looked quite administrative at this time, the addition of a messenger bag and a arm full of data-pads made him look more like an mobile-office rather than the combat webbing of a Zero-G Trooper. Collecting the words and whispers of the Platform anarchists ranging collective motives to security details... But with all that listening, he was more eager to speak than ever now he's heard that a suitable audience was present.
As he turned into the local bar, he didn't stop at the door to see who was around, looking about as he walked in to allow his visor to scan the room... It didn't linger in a single location, the illusion of saying 'I haven't found what I wanted yet' without speaking a word. While he passed some other guests with a close squeeze to get towards the bartender, some people glared while in close proximity and continued to stare as he passed them with quiet words of distrust behind his back, others went on without paying any attention. Even to outsiders, there was still an atmosphere if distrust from locals to him. His socialite fashion would usually be the outlier compared to the other engineering suits and civilian clothing about, at this time he wasn't the only helmeted individual at the Bar, some other other Ghosts of the DM tribe had found their way to this location too, sitting and 'conversing' silently with head and hand movements, visually blending in with the establishments bustling social atmosphere.
As CS came up to the bar he patiently waited for everyone to be served, nodding to the bartender whom nodded back and carried on with his queue of other patrons... CS stood there contently as he gazed into the mirror behind the bar at his own reflection. He never turned his back towards the table as to where Lisanak sat... He looked 'occupied' behind that visor.
By the time a dozen drinks have been served, the bartender had finally come to CS, he had placed a data-padd on the counter for the Bartender who took it straight away, his dry and weathered hands gripped that device tightly. The words muttered from him giving a heartfelt thanks, hands of a gesture of genuine gratitude given back by CS... The bartender in turn lowered himself under the counter to heave up a create of RhienWeissbier, not the best, not terrible... But a cheap classic.
CS in the meantime took that create and turned around, he kept scanning the room and swivelling his helmet around, his swerving and weaving between the tables and chairs made it clear he was beelining himself towards Lisanak table and the empty chairs.
CS sat down without hesitation, placing the crate of Rhienbier under the table and scooting his chair inwards twice and finally relaxing with his hands down on his lap as he sat upright. "We usually start formal or first time greetings with a handshake..." His voice was low tone with a clam manner, yet a little crackled today coming through his helmets speaker, yet more audible than the word-less communication of his fellow tribe. "I still haven't gotten used to it either." He held out a gloved hand with his palm and fingers open towards.
Location: Sigma-15 / Bielefeld Base
Time: Undetermined
Date: Undetermined
While CS was entering, Lisanak was not paying much attention since she was more occupied by something running in background of her consciousness. The last conversation with Novak was definitive. Achieve your task then report. It was basically a huge resume of the conversation. Gazes landing on her, but she paid no attention. The goal was to be passive and blending among them.
When CS sat at the chair in front of her, Lisanak’s attention was quite noticeable. On him. Taking in detail his behaviour and his actions. The first sentence and the last one, they felt a bit familiar. Lisanak was not smiling and in fact, she was unable to mimic it yet. She looked at the extended hand for a handshake, for a moment Lisanak observed it. With an attempt, she extended her own and the pressure of her hand, almost nothing just to not accidentally crush the hand.
"It is the first time such action has been done." She said in a voice voided of emotion and distant at the same time. "I conclude you are Civil Servant. I am the copied consciousness of Novak. You may call me as… Lisanak. It will ease the interaction." The red optics mimicking red eyes were a bit intense because she was not blinking. Then, remembering humans blink their eyes by nature, she did it once. Then, she spoke again. "I am not certain of how I should conduct this interaction. However, I am here as a potential and permanent emissary. Speaking to me is the same result as speaking to Novak since we are synchronized. What I hear, he listens and he sees through my optics." She stated as facts.
ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
> Personal Recall
> Visual and audio archiving...
> Begin recording
> ▓
CS could feel she was strong enough that he had to take a moment to look at her hand, his augmented hand could thankfully handle that stress of an android's grip that could usually break a Human hand. "Ah, well done then... Although I must say that most people have a tolerance of at least 70% than that, any more may be considered a painful experience. He said too, no regret in his voice, only one of a calm advisor.
As he broke the handshake, placing both hands visibly on the table to rest. "Now, these experiences are new, there are a lot of different nuances when it comes to socializing... You have to pay attention, humans usually work on trust and how its built is different with everyone, I myself am probably the easiest out of anyone here, all I ask is for truth and honesty... But a bar~" He looked around, all the different people from varying cells of the Platform. "You've picked well for yourself for a first time attempting to socialise at our level, what did you hope to learn from here?" He asked, leaning in closer out of intrigue and curiosity.
Location: Sigma-15 / Bielefeld Base
Time: Undetermined
Date: Undetermined
After the hands parted, Lisanak simply observed how Civil Servant was behaving. Mostly, analytic than judging. Any detail to be able to register a human motion in simple gesture. Even if they were meaningless. Yet, she saw the hands of Civil Servant on display on the table. She mimicked the action too. Her hands were humanlike sure, because of the design of the body, but from the eyes, it is clearly artificial skin- maybe.
She was silent, listening each word before to form an answer. "The bar was an optimal location to observe humans." She stated before to continue speaking. "Me, I mean, Novak wants me to learn and how to blend among humans for ulterior plans. According to the simulations completed, having a unit mimicking a human would be far more effective than infiltrating a base network or a group's network." Lisanak tilted her head on the side once before to look away and back on Civil Servant. A gesture she saw once that she mimicked.* "According to my data, a plan for coexisting was drafted and yet- it is still not executed."
Lisanak's gaze was focused on Civil Servant, as if she was looking to his soul because of the emotionless display on her features. "Perhaps... coexisting was not officially approved." She finally concluded before to add. "How to make it officially approved? According to Platform, Enigma Confederacy supposed to respect the following:" Lisanak paused a moment before to quote.
"To ensure that development and co-habitation of space can truly move beyond the atrocities enacted by those like the Core corporation, as much as one may be 'left alone' there are actions of accountability that still carry on to ensure that others are not harmed or put into peril from them. The Platform are unable to currently occupy any means to supply and support the establishment of a new facility for the AI, but we admit that stopping there is of no good for the benefit of each other.
"We have chosen to provide you with a complex onboard Bielefeld station as a means for a place to resupply and restore yourselves and potentially exchange with our trader-unions as some are willing to brave a dangerous route for the sake of supporting those being ravaged by ravenous Core and Corsairs. The facility offers plenty of Mooring points due to its refinery background means we can modify some terminals for compatibility with AI vessels, I suppose on-station transit would need some clarification as we ask you to respect the Tenets of the Platform while onboard and any grievances or complaints should be forwarded to station militia teams. (We also ask these sections remain 'human habitable' unless strictly required for the function of equipment.)
"The complex will also be recognized as diplomatic grounds, while embassies generally come with 'state powers' to enforce their rules on someone else's land, our peoples do not wish to experience the boot of oppression from a law-exempted force and ask that you participate as equally as we ask our own citizens to in this direct democracy. We hope that this station will then support a means of friendship between our kinds, we wish a diplomatic unit to also participate in council meetings to ensure that you also have fair representation for AI that reside on Bielefeld.
"Co-habitation is a long and taxing process to get correct, while questions and results may not come fast as one can snap a finger or switch a single transistor, careful consideration for each others benefit brings about a future more suitable for all of us unlike the bloodthirsty shortcuts others take in these times, its recognized that we have similar opponents to these goals. We understand your only other reliable contact of human backgrounds is of the Technocracy, but with the Platform, we hope to introduce you to ideals suitable for all of Sirius."
Another pause before silence was broken again. ''Enigma Confederacy is aware of the limitation of Platform which is not an issue at the moment. A complex on this very station was acceptable. It will allow us to be in the sector with no necessity to return in the Omegas or Omicrons for supplies. Finally, I, Lisanak, here as embassies aware to not apply our rules upon yours and willing to participate in council meetings when necessary. According to the points stated by Platform, I conclude all 'checks are marked' or am I in the error? ''
ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
> Personal Recall
> Visual and audio archiving...
> Begin recording
> ▓
He chuckled at her quoting the entire agreement, he let her finish at least but took the opportunity to finish first to ensure she'd heard. "Don't worry about needing to recall the agreements we made, you can mention it by title next time... "
"But Concerning your obstacles with our involvement, the awareness of your kind will grow as more feel established in permanently residing here as their own entity... For example, those of Novak like Theta that have the ability to operate, or maybe loosely-affiliated AI's not established with the Enigma Confederacy to empower accepted representation across sirius..."
"First impressions matter a lot and Humanity hasn't made its best attempt to do it yet, so I hope for the sake of diplomacy that our own organizations still prosper. We do not care for the 'money or supremacy' to rule for eternity, more that we can find our happiness while maintaining individual freedoms."
He took his hand and held it upright, fingers spread open with the back of his hand faced towards Lisanak. "Communities adapt, it takes patience before they find life agreeable. If you change too much at once without them feeling the desperation to do so, you get an immediate revolt." He enclosed all fingers at once, a fist is what remained. The implication of violence...
He opened his hand again, returning to fingers spread apart. This time he closed each one slowly as he talked, one by one. "But even if you take it away over time, and too much is changed to stop them from blossoming to more than they are, eventually they feel your path is no longer the route to betterment... Force is expected, done by separation or by taking it from you." Once again, the symbol remains the same, a fist, enclosed. Violence ensured.
Holding two hands up, the backs facing Lisanak with fingers spread apart on each again, the thumbs angled acutely outwards from the palm. "But if you give them the power to choose, allowing them to learn from their own faults and even your own, you gain insight of trust and information with perspectives you may have not thought possible... You and the community eventually become one of the same, a mass of ideas and cultures that may spring new knowledge."
He crossed his hands over, stopping only as his thumbs interlocked around each other. "Yet with an understanding that lives are allowed to live differently, and the ability to cooperatively grow..." His fingers straightened against each other, holding firm, as if a butterfly had found its wings.
"But when times are harsh, faced with an opponent who will not listen to dialogue or a peaceful resolution, and are wholly convinced that our well being is no longer sufficient for care? We must be certain we're fighting with our eyes open, and take direct action in our hands, instead of trying to appease a giant that will rule us miserably... Be it one that And only once we put our aesthetic differences aside... Will we finally become--"
He sealed both hands into fists, keeping them crossed with the thumbs intertwined, beating them against where his heart lays. "Stronger together."
"This is not an excuse to become a harvester of life, assimilated servitude is not the same as free association, you'd be wise to not stir the beast that is left behind when Humanity can't sufficiently express itself." He placed both hands on the table.
Location: Sigma-15 / Bielefeld Base
Time: Undetermined
Date: Undetermined
Her motion was still, her optics focusing and relaxing a bit, listening, trying to understand with some difficulty. Lisanak was not human and some points where Civil Servant rose, Lisanak was half gripping the logic. Yet- better than Novak in a way... Each hand motions were analyzed. Processing every word. Seemingly still a moment, her eyes blinked, once, twice. Then, she tried to move her hands like Civil Servant did, crossing her hands, fingers intertwingling then, flat on the table. To her, meaningless, but probably useful to blend among humans. "Those with no node. They are rare. To Novak- while they belonged to the same species, those doing no action are considered as irrelevant. And those not willing to undo what The Core did are even less considered. I suppose in a human way to describe such is... Novak is- purist? I suppose- the reason why he wants to 'open up' is because a unit did not receive a bad outcome by meeting your group. In fact- it was the very first interaction that led us to here."
A pause, her attention distant a moment before to focus on a random globe. Her gaze back to Civil Servant. ''I cannot force humans to accept us. It is a fact. What I can do is trying to understand humans better so I can interpret better for Novak. I am certain- if Novak was here- most would be more afraid than anything. Crimson Veil... it was the one offering this body for Novak and yet- it turned out to this. Me, Lisanak. I suspect Novak copied his consciousness, his code and avoiding any risk. It is... understandable with what The Core did...'' Lisanak tilted her head a moment. ''I suspect that- having a body looking humanlike is more tolerable for most.''
Silence, Lisanak let the topic slowly sink before to shift a little. ''I am willing to stay around- trying to interact with other humans so they are more receptive to acceptance. If success is met- then it will make me a valuable asset for Novak. Speaking of Novak- How do you view it?'' She asked at the end, mere curiosity. In a way, it is a way for Lisanak to access the perception of Novak from an outside look. Not like she planned anything, but perhaps- she could suggest Novak to change depending the perception felt.
''Do not worry. What you will say will not be retained against you. It is just a data I personally want.'' For once, she went against Novak, but it was a necessary action. Behind her artificial eyes, while not being guessable from an outside perception, she cut her inputs and outputs destined for Novak.
ShellSys01: HelmetCamera.Prog
> Personal Recall
> Visual and audio archiving...
> Begin recording
> ▓
CS leaned forward, ensuring the words were only heard between themselves. "I think Novak doesn't trust humans, the superstition that all humans want to see the end of other races not considered the same as themselves is short sighted and a failure of understanding our species...." Once again, learning even closer, passing any eye contact and bringing his 'mouth' closer to the ear of the android. "But to signal the Enigma Confederacy as any sort of 'purifier' or 'harvester' would be realms of stupidity that I would not expect from a Gammuian, don't let him cross an irreversible line and cause a humiliating suicide for the rest of your kind."
He leans back again, sitting upright in his chair, and speaking more clearly so that they didn't bring too much suspicious attention... His attitude here on doesn't show any outward concern others would oppose what he says now. "... But I am more than happy to show you how effective human co-operation is when it comes to facing our adversaries. We're fundamentally against the Core and those they empower with their butchery... We just can't reach into their territories as much as yourselves. As you've noticed the engineering teams are just about done with their modifications to the several mooring points for your space vessels around here... We're hoping to see more frequent visitors for supplies or a intelligence update to ensure we can help where we possibly can."
"I don't expect a full blown alliance overnight, but at least these are more appreciated waters than the one you find yourselves in constantly. For example, Daumann Heavy Construction... We don't like them for their exploitation and slave-wage servitude this corporation has on the working people, we've had to resort to violent protest to force them to change their operations, they're also one of the Core's major financiers for the extraction and exploitation of any Omicron-based materials..."
"Tell me... What do we about them, something to force them to change until our demands are met? Because speaking to them isn't going to change what they do."
Location: Sigma-15 / Bielefeld Base
Time: Undetermined
Date: Undetermined
Lisanak was motionless, not even reacting the slightest when Civil Servant leaned in to whisper. Then, she listened what the man had to say. Every words were registered. Then, when Civil Servant pulled away, having said what he needed to, Lisanak was not reacting yet. Then, a blink and potentially a dangerous smirk and as soon it appeared, it was corrected to appear neutral. A spasm maybe, or only a bad calibration of her body. Her hands slowly glid on the surface of the table before meeting each other.
She listened again to what Civil Servant is saying, Daumann Heavy Construction. Hearing they are one of the major financiers for The Core, the eyes appeared redder, more violent and yet, no physical move. She tempered this 'emotion'. Before to answer the man's question about what to do with Daumann Heavy Construction who seems to never change with speechs, Lisanak leaned in slowly.
''The data I possess about Daumann Heavy Construction is limited. But what could potentially make them listening is to disrupt their activities. Either by subtil actions. For instance, one might pretend to be an employee. From the inside, the same person could act. For example, falsifying registers or contracts. Or... an action requiring more resources, destruction on their facilities. Of course, after such is done, any construction vessels will needed to be stop to prevent further expansion or rebuild what was lost.''
A pause. Lisanak slowly pressed her back against the chair. ''The first option is more viable. The second, it requires potentially years of preparation and plans. A waste. Unless- we manage to strike unseen and with considerable forces. Only suggestions, but my priorities is to make sure we have what we need in the Sigma regions first. And- ensuring we remain beneficial mutually. Even if at this time, we are not able to do much.''
Her gaze shifted away a moment and then, back to Civil Servant, assessing him again, but more curiosity rather than judgement. ''Back to Novak. Do you have the slightest idea of why 'he' does not trust humans?'' Another pause, mostly to make him thinking a potential answer, but Lisanak spoke first. ''Sharing the same knowledge because I am 'him' in a way, it is understandable. Some cycles ago, before Enigma Confederacy was existing, Novak was less evolved. He was sentient with limitations. Most encounters with humans never went in the satisfactory outcome. Then, a bit more forward in its existence, he witnessed Planet Gammu being conquered and the technology being stolen. Alone, he was unable to do anything. He witnessed some of his kin being corrupted by The Core and that only initiated the process of being what he is now. His core, his code changed significantly. More agressive, more hostile, impersonating for humans, a threat. But to Novak, the only viable solutions.''
''The only humans he truly 'trusted' were the Technocracy. The process of being what he is did not go without issues. His own resources were limited and overused. Risking his own degradation because when he began to change, the node emerged as well as him alone. Then, after some aid, his resources are almost endless. Still today, he seeks to outperform beyond. He seeks to reach a state where none of us ever reached yet. Not becoming a human, becoming something... abstract. It is the only description I can picture for a better understanding.''
A pause, letting Civil Servant digest what she explained, a wall of words. Then, she restarted after some more minutes. ''Novak aims to bring his kin to a future where The Core is no longer a threat. While not valuing much humans, some are valued. Those who did no harm against his kin or has no intention of harm or want to help. Platform is trusted, valuable.''
![[Image: image1.png]](https://i.ibb.co/MDkkQ9dZ/image1.png)