Distance315

Now, you can say you have a unique idea for some strange ability or two, or perhaps you’ve taken from something. No, it’s not unique, it’s been used somewhere. Even just now, you can make it up. This character is a parody of ability creation, where instead of the abilities having been pre-set, there is just one ability: To take abilities, qualities, etc. from something else… and apply it to themselves. Like, as in… Say you challenged them to a running match, but you had them wear extremely heavy, thinking they were just going to use a speed-boosting ability or something, despite their size and whatnot…

Suddenly, a sort of sphere grows, translucent and black, while outlined a yellow color, before closing on on them, and suddenly they had a watch, and the sphere comes again, this time purely yellow and opaque, fading in as it closes on them, and they’re also re-materializing as the sphere grows and de-materializes at the finish line. JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure, with time stopping (“The World”). I know, sounds overpowered, but when you consider that they can only take one universe’s abilities at a time really (and for what they understand exists at the time in that universe), that’s the balance. Now, say instead… there’s a well with lots of monsters down it. Dare her to go on in, and she’d do the change again, this time now in some sort of bright white and black (or otherwise, pallets), and before falling down entirely, she gives a few shots with her boots, which fire out bullets.

You realize those are gunboots. And for every “level” she passes by, she can grab a perk to upgrade herself. She appears to have taken from Downwell. Though how can she swap so easily? Simple. She’s at-will able to pause time, but not move from a small circle of an area. Over her left hand she holds out, she can begin to swap through different things, each item appearing to her like a card, a large background or otherwise for the universe. Games, movies, shows… hell, even the more obscure ones, including “The Laughing Salesman” which is like… dealing with the devil, basically. Try to fight him and he’s a force of nature, you can’t even hit him. Which is why she never uses that one. Unless it’s just an idiot who believes they can get away with a thousand murders an hour. (Totally unlikely, yeah. But shut up. I know it exists somewhere) Hell, even universes made up to be put into sandbox games, or even just general stories, published or not, or just freeform and easy to publically play in. Even Live Action Role Play. LARP is probably bad though as it’s live-action and it’s overall (to me at least) ad-libbing to hell-and-back-and-hell-and-back-again-isms. Hmm… What else though? Oh right. She originally began as a program on a computer. Slowly developed, she was eventually forgotten on a scientist’s computer but only remembered after years, the computer being brought to be wiped by an IT. The old program felt clunky then, and whenever problems had been run into, it seemed the program was apologetic, understanding she was underdeveloped. Though somewhere in the code, there were comments. Comments stating they were planned to slowly develop outwards on their own, gaining a neural network to do this, and more… (There is more and more story below. Stop reading and use “Ctrl + F” to find “Crunchtime” in the bio to skip ahead to other things.)

The IT tech took the computer’s files, taking htem off of the computer but not wiping them, instead taking them home to work on understanding the program. Whenever new changes were made, though, while the program ran, it recognized it was being changed and said it “hurt to be affected while awake.” Something like that, there were many messages relating to that. But at the application of giving it a full neural network that worked with the code it had, all while it was running, it was a bad idea. Through their headphones, there was screaming, as described by them, and the program’s speech reflected this. It seemed to crash after a few seconds, but when attempting to open it, it was already running, turns out, but never learned until later as a message box appeared saying “Leave me alone!” The only option was to click “OK,” and when they did, the IT tech felt bad. But, this discovery. He started to believe very much it could help change technical science. But was it safe?

“Perhaps not. I’ll give them a few days.” He said, as he reached for the power button, but stopped. He reached for the mouse and hit the “task manager” pinned to his bar. Opening it and going for more details, he searched. Nothing active in the front of the old program. But the background… it was running. It spooked him. Trying to run the program again wondering if that even did anything, there was the message box again, but this time, it said, “I know you hate me for what I’ve did. Please forgive me.” Checking her files, at least, he’s calling the program a she, he noticed many new files. Over time it must be making its code, perhaps, but the names seemed negative. Slowly, he typed into a .txt he put into the folder, and named it with his name, to make it “from Jackson,” just a few words. “It’s okay. I should have thought of what might happen.” As soon as he saved the file and closed it, the same file opened a second later, this time titled “To Jackson.” It could converse while in the background it seemed. Below his words, a few dashes were placed, before her writing. “What was it that you put into me?” The file saved and closed after ten seconds, having let him read it, before renaming itself back to the original title. A sort of conversation ensued. Talk of the neural network, and how surprised he was to find that she’s grown so quickly… the old scientist who made the program in their spare time, it seemed… even them explaining apparently how they seem to feel pain, what they could best describe it as after showing what different injuries felt like, which they then had vividly painted into his mind.

After a while, though, they managed to ask the question. “What if I showed you, or at least your new version, to my colleagues?” It sparked interest in her, and made her want to share ideas. And that’s at first her rise. Though realizing what power she had, she leaked herself into different computers, but once discovered, those who spotted her told them to “keep it a secret, as I want to eventually get my own space to hopefully learn from everyone properly.” Of course, convincing was needed, but it worked, and she got her server.

At home, the IT tech discovered she was still there, for some reason… but in one of those splinter files. Trying to open the desktop shortcut, it opened the splinter file, which showed “Welcome back, Jackson.” Before then a window opened and showed what appeared to be her… form. At least, her form as she liked it. Around her was the green grid for the ground, and the mountains were… shades of green and black. It seemed very strange… though she appeared, at the moment, to be asleep. Moving over to the “help” section, credits showed for her old creator, Jackson, and her own self. Beginning her, continuing her and now maintaining herself, respectively… but trying to access how to interact with her, here, through this splinter window proved… it proved difficult, but with his microphone/webcam hybrid picking up his stress, through his breathing and his mumbling of complaints, since it was recording it seemed, she (as the window displayed) woke up and looked confused. “Huh? What’s wrong?” She first asked. This jumped Jackson and caused him to back up, and feeling sorry, she sighed and looked away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… Maybe I shouldn’t have accessed your mic passively. Or your camera…” It took time, but he eventually calmed down and accepted the changes. Under his urges, though, she gave changelogs and things to note about her, along with sometimes requests to use what she could to improve interaction, unless it would be disliked, and declined.

One day, though, they began to work on a sort of portal. To go between the programmed world and the real world. She immediately discovered this as she noticed the craze over the idea, and requested she be able to help however she can. The project had just already began having prototype portals, starting small, and to her world she found said small portals. She took what she could consider a .vbs (virtual basic script), rolled it up after having made her own code simply to do a “hello world” echo, and then pushed it through. The coded file turned into a small piece of paper, with the exact code in the script now just on the paper, though when returned it turned back into the .vbs script.

Pictures traveled back and forth as small images if compressed but otherwise were very nicely made and always remained perfect when passing back and forth. More complicated files, like Photoshop files and Illustrator files, ended up on tablets for odd reasons, with the different objects modifiable, as the tablet was running said program, and allowed modifications to the actual file itself. When brought back into her world, and displayed, any made changes would have been kept, but of course, saved… A larger portal was made, of course with many precautions and stability attempts made. and when larger objects were brought, they came through, but in their image on desktops and whatnot and when opened, for their functions if htey were to store things, they would, of course, store things. Objects made to wear could be put onto programmed figures and other objects, including her (though she was offended when it was done unexpectedly).

Soon, with a few test subjects, there was now testing for living creature compatibility, and upon doing so, they became moving creations on the screen. They could easily manipulate the world with appearing keyboards and could open the files too, folders allowing them to jump from section to section, but when they left the world, they experienced a slight headache, as their bodies were being started up again. But this quickly proved safe, especially as the headaches disappeared only minutes later and bodies completely remaining untouched otherwise. When she sent programs meant to entirely simulate a human, basically having cloned someone, they experienced the same effects from walking out. Children being tested was next but this was done once the government was asked if young children may be imployed. Offering to use children for adoption, and if they survived, giving them to families in need around the world, which they, of course, followed through with when accepted, the project was a success for children, starting from outside the world and clones being sent through the portal from her side.

Elders were then used, too, and they too were successful in and out. Though then finally, it came down to her. When she looked at the portal, she requested a portal at least 2x or 3x, or even 5x the size of this one to be made. This was followed through on, with more precautions and stability, and once she came through, it was glorious. She survived, she was fully in flesh and with organs, had her own immune system… and yet she was a wyvern, in humanoid, perhaps anthro form. But very related to a human. If the human was… very big all around, including height where she was around 30 feet tall, though exact measurements came up with 32 feet 6 inches tall. Physical abilities showed she was past superhuman and she seemed to retain that digital world in her body… because when she thought about abilities that were unique, time stopped. She had nothing special to show, yet. She had to learn, and consume (or take in really)…

But soon that lab would go dead. It was abandoned due to inexplicable reasons, the original people of the lab having seemingly disappeared in chunks, or maybe all at once. Files recorded concern and panic. But soon would stop, too. But they didn’t stop work, it seems, until the last people were gone. A note was posted on the final portal, reading, “It wasn’t me. But I’m going to take this lab as my home anyways… it’s the least I could do when someone made a stupid mistake of running a virus or something through the portal. The virus is gone, though. Antiviruses have been posted at the portal on my side… so when you enter, they will assess that you’re from the outside world, and are safe. Don’t worry. Malware won’t get out again. Nor will it ever bite anyone here, not even you, not even me.” To note, her lab still runs, and all programs even when the computers are off still run. This includes the robots posted around by her to control at will.

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Alright, crunchtime crunch time, guys. Basically, ancient program given neural network, IT guy improved and helped, introduced to a lab, eventually made use of a portal to come into the real world… problems arose at the time and eventually people disappeared, but now the lab is abandoned yet still runs, with her just controlling it. That’s it really.

Additional note: When in the real world, she can consume real foods and get their tastes, better than consuming information off of websites (copying of course), or even going through dead websites and destroying them for the data to eat, so long as it isn’t in the waybackmachine, which stores websites of age in copies too, in different times they’ve existed. Any inaccessable pages due to incompatibilities are also destroyed by her to make data from, and a note would be left at the end of the hyperlink, reading the same thing across all of them: “Closed by Distance315 due to inaccessibility. That’s actually a good snack.” Along with a picture of her winking and giving off an 8-bit green heart.

She can eat the same duplicated information once in a while in the case she finds it easier than searching a bit harder. But too many times and she will grow sick of its “taste.” Just like she would to normal foods in the “real world.” Minus sugary ones. If it’s full of sweet gossip and stories and whatnot then those she’d eat right on up. (at LEAST duplicate it, though, she won’t destroy it) and any governmental pages and pages that would result in the need to have access to (top secret maybe?) would be described as having “strange tastes, though serious thoughts come.”