12-25-2021, 08:45 PM
Marcus walked up next to Ascendancy as he confronted Nox. Carpenter stood by his side. He was aware that others were making movements to leave- if they hadn't already. And Marcus understood. He was tired. Using the Force was exhausting despite the lack of physical movement. Then again, that didn't surprise him. He was often spent at the end of a day of mental exertion. Not a surprise, given that something that 1-2% of a person's weight used as much as a 33% of the body's energy. Controlling the Force that fought him endlessly was even more of an exertion.
If they could find the lair or the nest or wherever these things were coming from, they could stop it. If not that...well, an idea occurred to him. Perhaps they could infect one of the things and it bring it back to the source. Some pesticides worked that way.
He was guessing an he knew it, just as he had with trying to figure how Nox held whatever bond with them. It was just...he hated brute force methodologies. And while the solution their problem might not be NP-Complete, if the time it took find one was large enough, it was just as infuriating. It ate at him, not finding an effective and efficient way to accomplish his goal.
One other thing solidified in his mind. He was going to take a deep look into companies and departments experimenting with biological weaponry. Unleashing the algorithm of life bundled with deadly capabilities was the ultimate stupidity. Even controls meant little. Invariably, natural selection would sift through the problem space that prevented them from spreading beyond their artificial confines, until one was just good enough to succeed and pass on its genes to the next generations.
He had no interest in dealing with this type of contagion again.
Tiredness seemed to evaporate from him in the face of the problem at hand.
If they could find the lair or the nest or wherever these things were coming from, they could stop it. If not that...well, an idea occurred to him. Perhaps they could infect one of the things and it bring it back to the source. Some pesticides worked that way.
He was guessing an he knew it, just as he had with trying to figure how Nox held whatever bond with them. It was just...he hated brute force methodologies. And while the solution their problem might not be NP-Complete, if the time it took find one was large enough, it was just as infuriating. It ate at him, not finding an effective and efficient way to accomplish his goal.
One other thing solidified in his mind. He was going to take a deep look into companies and departments experimenting with biological weaponry. Unleashing the algorithm of life bundled with deadly capabilities was the ultimate stupidity. Even controls meant little. Invariably, natural selection would sift through the problem space that prevented them from spreading beyond their artificial confines, until one was just good enough to succeed and pass on its genes to the next generations.
He had no interest in dealing with this type of contagion again.
Tiredness seemed to evaporate from him in the face of the problem at hand.