Post by Taggon on Nov 15, 2015 3:11:01 GMT
'The following recordings are being found, one by one. Their dates are before Chaff was killed. The specific time periods of which he did these is unknown, all is known is that Chaff was up to something, and his death hindered any more of his projects. These final project recordings are all we have left of what he was up to--and in time, perhaps we can use these for the right purposes.'
~Trooper F-28
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Vehicon Chaff’s Log (Experiment 89):
<Systems activating. Visual feed commencing-
“Hey, all of my beloved viewers, AKA the people who stalk my log and do sciency things. This is me, Commander Chaff of the Decepticons.” A twenty four foot vehicon spoke into the camera’s view. His visor was vertical rather than horizontal, and glowed a sharp school-bus yellow rather than a monotonous yellow. The vehicon was a seeker, his main color a solid black, save for emerald green accents here and there on him. His body was designed more for stealth endeavors it would seem, as he cocked his helm at the screen. He blocked the view from what was behind him, though his excitement was building up. Chaff’s voice, which at the time had sounded much like Decepticon Breakdown’s easy-going smooth voice. The vehicon even held himself exactly as the large mech did. He thus turned, stepping away, now inbetween two berths. Each grey berth had been specially adjusted to be holding a clear sphere, and within one such sphere was a small lively yellow crystal, letting off a radiant shine. Meanwhile, the sphere on the left berth had a crystal, but it had none of the life-light that the right berth crystal did. Chaff was at a computer now, which had been stuffed in the small space of shoved items on his desk. There where hundred of leftover projects, pieces of metal of all sorts, and things that looked suspiciously like nuclear reactors all over his desk, crammed to the side as to make room for his small hollow-computer. Chaff once again faced the camera, only this time, in his palm, the vehicon outstretched another strange looking object.
“This, in my servo, is a processor. Yeah. This sucker was retrieved by, erm, never mind that. The point is, that I, in my superb genius, restored this processor.” Chaff said pridefully, as if he would dust himself or the processor in his outstretched palm off. However, the mech showed restraint, refusing to do thus in the processor which he so gingerly out held with his hand for the camera’s view.
“Okay, well, more specifically I mimicked all the other samples of brain modules I could get my servos on. Good news is, it sure is awesome when you’re the Head of Decepticon Engineering. Because you can order any sort of thing you might need, and everyone’s like, ‘Oh totally brah, I gotcha’. Bad news is I had to go through a lot of brain modules.” Breakdown’s voice had subtely slipped into a deeper, more calculated tone as he proceeded.
“Getting to the point. With slight adjustments to the right lobe of the neural circuitry due to complications on acquiring the proper organs, I managed to create a sophisticated connection between this Brain Module and my holo computer.” Chaff gestured to his holo screen, his pride was gone, replaced with a colder sounding voice, thick with scientific knowledge and confidence.
“What depicts this Processor as unique in this scenario is that it is connected to both spark chambers. Each synthetic, yet accurate spark chamber holds an artificial spark known as an Immagron. Whereas Our sparks glow blue, these emit a yellow light. However, that is literally but the surface of the differences of these fascinating specimens.” Chaff nodded his helm at the active Immagron, still shining radiantly.
“These Immagrons can, over time, upload the consciousness of another spark, thereby absorbing the actual life within the regular spark, and containing it. It mimics everything within the spark, all the code and power and CNA that make the subject, simply put, who they are—and then contains them within itself. This process is extremely painful and risky, and there are few known survivors on record who have survived. Nonetheless,” Chaff paused,
“Should a consciousness be downloaded successfully into an Immagron, everything that has been absorbed is transformed into code. It is re-organized in such a fashion that every trait within the Cybertronians is filed and stationed in certain ways, both within the processor and in the Immagron. This does encourage and cause the processor to undergo developments that allow it to compute faster since it is more—‘organized’.” Chaff sounded unmistakably like Shockwave, and was even positioned exactly like big, purple, and hexagon-head himself.
“How this is relevant to the active Immagron on the right and the one on the left is one is full of a consciousness, the other is empty. An Immagron without Consiousness is little more than a crystal-like substance, though it is a machine nonetheless. Simply without a purpose or power source; a glacier without anything beneath its surface. With the Immagron converting everything to code is something that result in more short and controlled spark transfusions. If we could call the entire process such a crude term.” Chaff pressed a button on his holo screen, and instantly, the Immagron beaming on the right ceased, and a second later, the one on the left lit up.
“I just submitted and uploaded a consciousness of one Immagron into another without one. This is another process, but one which is far more instantaneous. Just as an Amoeba can recognize another Amoeba, an Immagron can recognize another. Whereas if an Immagron was exposed to an ordinary spark in close proximity it would simply and aslowly absorb it, an Immagron will not attempt such to another. In this case, the only reason why these Immagrons are cooperating is because one is helping the other by imprinting a personality. This transfusion is more similar to the adaption of a microscopic organism within what humans have designated ‘Kingdom Protista’. One Immagron is the donor to the other, providing the small features (the personality code) into the other, and the other accepts it. There is more, though.” Chaff cleared his throat.
“The consciousness can be submitted back to its original Immagron host, and can thrive and continue in it’s life as if nothing ever occurred. It is instant, and now, the consciousness has two sparks to choose from to thrive in. The consciousness can be actively transmitted by a command through the processor, and the process will begin and end.” Shockwave’s voice, thick with logic was replaced by another mech’s, though it was rather indistinct who Chaff had chosen to act as and mimic in his explanations.
“Okay, now while that’s something that we chould all be totally baffled by, here’s the rub: First, I’m still working on this processor submission order to the spark chambers. You see, I only got one brain, (so to speak) and I hooked up two spark chambers to it. The next step will be making it so two processors are tethered together as well, so a user can switch bodies real well. The good news is the spark-transfusion part is out of the way. Speaking of, the spark itself can’t ‘submit’ itself anywhere else for like, a week or two. I did the math, so not only is spark transfusion going to be extremely costly to one’s energy, but it’s gonna cuase some serious headaches. Now let’s hit the next note,” Chaff said gleefully, clearly enjoying his project to the gfull extent.
“When the Immagron code is submitted, for a few seconds, all the consciousness disappears right? Well, The Immagron turns everything into code, and so briskly, as in like, just the span of a few seconds, you are converted into some kind of---well, I don’t know exactly, but the Immagron puts the consiousness into some kind of ‘life frequency’ and then sorta uses that as it’s railway to put you into another Immagron. If another Immagron is on the same ‘railway’. I’ve done my best to align these two, but I still got a ton to learn about these little dudes, so right now I have both sparks hooked up with about a couple hundred cables which are supposed to help me find that ‘life frequency’ they use. And to help align them onto the same frequency. Really, I’ve tried this about a hundred times, just a bunch of guessing, until finally, this part began to work. Now I’m making it my personal responsibility to figure out why.” Chaff ended. He thus placed the processor down gently beside his holo screen, before stepping for the camera.
“All I really know about this ‘life frequency’ is it’s the bridge that all Immagrons use to submit a consciousness. Though I feel like I’m ruining potential here. I mean, an Immagron turns everything to code, so what if—“ Chaff trailed off, his helm’s visor distant, as he thought. A full minute passed by, before the vehicon let out a sigh, and shook his helm. “These Immagron are going to open up a ton of windows for us Cybertronians. I mean, imagine—heck, I could—I might be able to end the war with these things. I could create and integrate some kind of—eh, that’s me for you. Lost in my own thoughts.” Chaff chuckled to himself shaking his helm. He looked right into the camera once more,
“This is Vehicon Commander Chaff on experiment 89. If you are sorting through my files, or got into my personal stuff, DO NOT abuse this information. Or mis-use it. In fact, don’t mess with any Immagrons if you’re an amateur at transfusing and all that. Plus, as of now, I still have much to discover about these guys. So Chaff out!” Chaff cocked his helm, before the camera’s vision went out.
<Recording ended.
~Trooper F-28
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Vehicon Chaff’s Log (Experiment 89):
<Systems activating. Visual feed commencing-
“Hey, all of my beloved viewers, AKA the people who stalk my log and do sciency things. This is me, Commander Chaff of the Decepticons.” A twenty four foot vehicon spoke into the camera’s view. His visor was vertical rather than horizontal, and glowed a sharp school-bus yellow rather than a monotonous yellow. The vehicon was a seeker, his main color a solid black, save for emerald green accents here and there on him. His body was designed more for stealth endeavors it would seem, as he cocked his helm at the screen. He blocked the view from what was behind him, though his excitement was building up. Chaff’s voice, which at the time had sounded much like Decepticon Breakdown’s easy-going smooth voice. The vehicon even held himself exactly as the large mech did. He thus turned, stepping away, now inbetween two berths. Each grey berth had been specially adjusted to be holding a clear sphere, and within one such sphere was a small lively yellow crystal, letting off a radiant shine. Meanwhile, the sphere on the left berth had a crystal, but it had none of the life-light that the right berth crystal did. Chaff was at a computer now, which had been stuffed in the small space of shoved items on his desk. There where hundred of leftover projects, pieces of metal of all sorts, and things that looked suspiciously like nuclear reactors all over his desk, crammed to the side as to make room for his small hollow-computer. Chaff once again faced the camera, only this time, in his palm, the vehicon outstretched another strange looking object.
“This, in my servo, is a processor. Yeah. This sucker was retrieved by, erm, never mind that. The point is, that I, in my superb genius, restored this processor.” Chaff said pridefully, as if he would dust himself or the processor in his outstretched palm off. However, the mech showed restraint, refusing to do thus in the processor which he so gingerly out held with his hand for the camera’s view.
“Okay, well, more specifically I mimicked all the other samples of brain modules I could get my servos on. Good news is, it sure is awesome when you’re the Head of Decepticon Engineering. Because you can order any sort of thing you might need, and everyone’s like, ‘Oh totally brah, I gotcha’. Bad news is I had to go through a lot of brain modules.” Breakdown’s voice had subtely slipped into a deeper, more calculated tone as he proceeded.
“Getting to the point. With slight adjustments to the right lobe of the neural circuitry due to complications on acquiring the proper organs, I managed to create a sophisticated connection between this Brain Module and my holo computer.” Chaff gestured to his holo screen, his pride was gone, replaced with a colder sounding voice, thick with scientific knowledge and confidence.
“What depicts this Processor as unique in this scenario is that it is connected to both spark chambers. Each synthetic, yet accurate spark chamber holds an artificial spark known as an Immagron. Whereas Our sparks glow blue, these emit a yellow light. However, that is literally but the surface of the differences of these fascinating specimens.” Chaff nodded his helm at the active Immagron, still shining radiantly.
“These Immagrons can, over time, upload the consciousness of another spark, thereby absorbing the actual life within the regular spark, and containing it. It mimics everything within the spark, all the code and power and CNA that make the subject, simply put, who they are—and then contains them within itself. This process is extremely painful and risky, and there are few known survivors on record who have survived. Nonetheless,” Chaff paused,
“Should a consciousness be downloaded successfully into an Immagron, everything that has been absorbed is transformed into code. It is re-organized in such a fashion that every trait within the Cybertronians is filed and stationed in certain ways, both within the processor and in the Immagron. This does encourage and cause the processor to undergo developments that allow it to compute faster since it is more—‘organized’.” Chaff sounded unmistakably like Shockwave, and was even positioned exactly like big, purple, and hexagon-head himself.
“How this is relevant to the active Immagron on the right and the one on the left is one is full of a consciousness, the other is empty. An Immagron without Consiousness is little more than a crystal-like substance, though it is a machine nonetheless. Simply without a purpose or power source; a glacier without anything beneath its surface. With the Immagron converting everything to code is something that result in more short and controlled spark transfusions. If we could call the entire process such a crude term.” Chaff pressed a button on his holo screen, and instantly, the Immagron beaming on the right ceased, and a second later, the one on the left lit up.
“I just submitted and uploaded a consciousness of one Immagron into another without one. This is another process, but one which is far more instantaneous. Just as an Amoeba can recognize another Amoeba, an Immagron can recognize another. Whereas if an Immagron was exposed to an ordinary spark in close proximity it would simply and aslowly absorb it, an Immagron will not attempt such to another. In this case, the only reason why these Immagrons are cooperating is because one is helping the other by imprinting a personality. This transfusion is more similar to the adaption of a microscopic organism within what humans have designated ‘Kingdom Protista’. One Immagron is the donor to the other, providing the small features (the personality code) into the other, and the other accepts it. There is more, though.” Chaff cleared his throat.
“The consciousness can be submitted back to its original Immagron host, and can thrive and continue in it’s life as if nothing ever occurred. It is instant, and now, the consciousness has two sparks to choose from to thrive in. The consciousness can be actively transmitted by a command through the processor, and the process will begin and end.” Shockwave’s voice, thick with logic was replaced by another mech’s, though it was rather indistinct who Chaff had chosen to act as and mimic in his explanations.
“Okay, now while that’s something that we chould all be totally baffled by, here’s the rub: First, I’m still working on this processor submission order to the spark chambers. You see, I only got one brain, (so to speak) and I hooked up two spark chambers to it. The next step will be making it so two processors are tethered together as well, so a user can switch bodies real well. The good news is the spark-transfusion part is out of the way. Speaking of, the spark itself can’t ‘submit’ itself anywhere else for like, a week or two. I did the math, so not only is spark transfusion going to be extremely costly to one’s energy, but it’s gonna cuase some serious headaches. Now let’s hit the next note,” Chaff said gleefully, clearly enjoying his project to the gfull extent.
“When the Immagron code is submitted, for a few seconds, all the consciousness disappears right? Well, The Immagron turns everything into code, and so briskly, as in like, just the span of a few seconds, you are converted into some kind of---well, I don’t know exactly, but the Immagron puts the consiousness into some kind of ‘life frequency’ and then sorta uses that as it’s railway to put you into another Immagron. If another Immagron is on the same ‘railway’. I’ve done my best to align these two, but I still got a ton to learn about these little dudes, so right now I have both sparks hooked up with about a couple hundred cables which are supposed to help me find that ‘life frequency’ they use. And to help align them onto the same frequency. Really, I’ve tried this about a hundred times, just a bunch of guessing, until finally, this part began to work. Now I’m making it my personal responsibility to figure out why.” Chaff ended. He thus placed the processor down gently beside his holo screen, before stepping for the camera.
“All I really know about this ‘life frequency’ is it’s the bridge that all Immagrons use to submit a consciousness. Though I feel like I’m ruining potential here. I mean, an Immagron turns everything to code, so what if—“ Chaff trailed off, his helm’s visor distant, as he thought. A full minute passed by, before the vehicon let out a sigh, and shook his helm. “These Immagron are going to open up a ton of windows for us Cybertronians. I mean, imagine—heck, I could—I might be able to end the war with these things. I could create and integrate some kind of—eh, that’s me for you. Lost in my own thoughts.” Chaff chuckled to himself shaking his helm. He looked right into the camera once more,
“This is Vehicon Commander Chaff on experiment 89. If you are sorting through my files, or got into my personal stuff, DO NOT abuse this information. Or mis-use it. In fact, don’t mess with any Immagrons if you’re an amateur at transfusing and all that. Plus, as of now, I still have much to discover about these guys. So Chaff out!” Chaff cocked his helm, before the camera’s vision went out.
<Recording ended.