Ep 2 - Sanity Ran for the Hills (Ask first)
May 28, 2015 10:04:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 10:04:02 GMT -5
Deuce actually seemed to consider it seriously.
"Well, at the risk of sounding morbid, I'm going to have to answer that question as if I were in MECH's position," he said. "Not a pleasant thought. But if I were them, the first thing I would do is yank out her brain mod. Know thy enemy. And what better way to do that than hack directly into your enemy's brain?"
He grimaced. "Like I said, not a pretty thought. But if they could gain access to basic Cybertronian coding through a captured module, and then figure out a way to essentially translate it into compatible Earth code, well, now you've got a real problem on your hands. They could theoretically create hacks and viruses that are tailor-made for Cyberonian machine intelligences. Not to mention the fact that they would gain an in-depth knowledge of just how our neural net works, which directly oversees every part, every system, every thought-process coursing around in our frames."
Deuce held his glass under the high-grade tap and gave it a pull. "The next thing I'd do if I were them is strip her for weapons. MECH is a paramilitary force, right? They like their weapons. Then I'd be sure to go after her major systems. Fuel system, oil system, cooling system, optical, audial, transformation cog, etc, etc. All of that could potentially be dangerous in their hands, because they would learn from it. From all of it. Need to take down a Cybertronian fast? How many other races out there can claim that they know exactly where our spark is located, and exactly how much penetration power is required to punch a hole through average armour and into the spark case?"
A sip, and he thoughtfully rolled the high-grade from side to side in his mouth. "Then, eh… I'd probably just shoot bullets into whatever is left. Get an idea of armour density and the like. Figure out some ballistic trauma calculations. Stopping power versus lethal penetration. That sort of thing. Wow. This got dark fast, didn't it?"
Deuce winked. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not one of them, huh? But seriously though, I hope Cleaver is okay."
"Well, at the risk of sounding morbid, I'm going to have to answer that question as if I were in MECH's position," he said. "Not a pleasant thought. But if I were them, the first thing I would do is yank out her brain mod. Know thy enemy. And what better way to do that than hack directly into your enemy's brain?"
He grimaced. "Like I said, not a pretty thought. But if they could gain access to basic Cybertronian coding through a captured module, and then figure out a way to essentially translate it into compatible Earth code, well, now you've got a real problem on your hands. They could theoretically create hacks and viruses that are tailor-made for Cyberonian machine intelligences. Not to mention the fact that they would gain an in-depth knowledge of just how our neural net works, which directly oversees every part, every system, every thought-process coursing around in our frames."
Deuce held his glass under the high-grade tap and gave it a pull. "The next thing I'd do if I were them is strip her for weapons. MECH is a paramilitary force, right? They like their weapons. Then I'd be sure to go after her major systems. Fuel system, oil system, cooling system, optical, audial, transformation cog, etc, etc. All of that could potentially be dangerous in their hands, because they would learn from it. From all of it. Need to take down a Cybertronian fast? How many other races out there can claim that they know exactly where our spark is located, and exactly how much penetration power is required to punch a hole through average armour and into the spark case?"
A sip, and he thoughtfully rolled the high-grade from side to side in his mouth. "Then, eh… I'd probably just shoot bullets into whatever is left. Get an idea of armour density and the like. Figure out some ballistic trauma calculations. Stopping power versus lethal penetration. That sort of thing. Wow. This got dark fast, didn't it?"
Deuce winked. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not one of them, huh? But seriously though, I hope Cleaver is okay."