Logs of a Genius

[Jobolg]

Jobolg, quill and ink in hand, calmly scribbled his name upon a curious binder of cream colored paper. An illustration of a bubbling beaker was self-drawn on its surface to assist in coming to an expedient conclusion of its contents. He grinned broadly, taking a moment to glance around the normally bustling city of Orgrimmar from his comfortable position atop its walls. The wind was gentle enough to keep from freezing him, and the stars and moon cast more then enough light to see by. He smiled in satisfaction at his warning label, and proceeded to add to what he had already scribed inside the book.


[Jobolg, Super Genius Extraordinaire’s Brilliant Scientific Logs]
[Do not touch! Booby trapped!]

New Moon: Day One: Midnight

I have decided today that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some sort of a notebook. It will be a log, so to speak, of my day to day scientific achievements, particularly in the field of engineering in which I hold the most interest and expertise. As I have no calendar and no particular passing interest to obtain one, the recording of time passing during these technological transpirings shall be noted as relative to the phases of the large moon, as well as relative to the positioning of the sun as it passes during the day. These recordings shall begin at midnight when the moon is most visible.

As a side experiment on the biological function of the demons I control, and as a personal test of my ability to control them, I shall be having my imp, Zortuk, and my Felhunter, Rhuulum, assisting with my proceedings, so I assume they shall run smoothly. This will also allow me to determine how much of a measure of free will I can allow the demons to have while still having them remain obedient.


New Moon: Day One: Noontime

Rhuulum has already proved either most trustworthy, or most intelligent in his ability to responsibly handle a bit of allowed free will – and by responsibly I mean he proved quite capable of not going on a killing spree. There were a few incidents of battered property that I am now being made to pay for, but all of them were purely accidental on his part, and for the sake of my studies I am willing to pay them.

Zortuk, however, has shown himself to be a royal pain. There were numerous complaints from various orcs and trolls around town about fireballs singing their posteriors, or of Zortuk kicking them in the shins, or of Zortuk burning their houses to the ground while laughing manically, or of Zortuk biting their children. I fear imps may be far too mischievous and, or, inherently evil to be trusted with much free will.

It is my conclusion today that Rhuulum has shown himself deserving of more freedom, while Zortuk should probably be made to drag around a magic-suppressing ball and chain. I do not have a magic-supressing ball and chain. Instead, I shall just reduce his measure of free will. I will be writing no more today. The rest of the day shall be about observation of their behavior as I issue them minor tasks, and on the creation of a very simple harvest reaper device.


New Moon: Day 2: Midnight

I have nearly completed the harvest reaper. It was a very simple task and would have been finished much earlier would that Zortuk not have mistaken a crucial energy core for food and consumed it in a single bite, much to my surprise not because he ate the core, but because I did not know imps could open their mouths so wide. Disturbing. The core was of course quite volatile, explosive and delicate on its own. Zortuk was very distressed when he learned he had just eaten a potentially explosive device. How I wish I could have recorded his expression here for great laughs in the future! I shall be heading out for supplies shortly. Zortuk shall watch the shop – I hope that is not a mistake. Rhuulum’s strong senses for magic shall assist me as I search for some other sufficient power source to replace the one that was eaten.

Jobolg is a poop-head.


New Moon: Day 2: Early Morning

Rhuulum was a great help in finding the core! It took him less than five hours to sniff out over four dozen functional magic energy cores, a feat I could never have accomplished on my own. To make this even better, he did it completely of his own free will. I used none of my control over him the entire day. Actually, he seemed quite eager to please, like a regular, non-demonic canine. I shall get to work on the harvester after a short rest break.


New Moon: Day 2: Mid-Morning

It has come to my attention that my imp believes me to be a ... poop-head. Not very creative, but none the less rather humorous. I wonder when it was last night that he worked up the nerve to write such a thing in my logs, and why he failed to read the warning on the cover. Perhaps he did not believe I would booby trap my notebook? I am certain he felt the stinging needles and the subsequent inebriation as he was writing his message. None the less, I am forced to discipline him for opening it, as I have no desires to botch my experiment by reducing his free will too extremely. I have locked him in the freezer. I shall let him out in an hour or two.


New Moon: Day 2: Early Afternoon

The harvester is complete, and the power core works better than I could have hoped! The machine moves around as though it were a child on too much sugar, frantically running in circles around me waiting for a task to be assigned it, but what could I have it do?

New Moon: Day 2: Evening

I completely forgot about Zortuk! He did not seem pleased with me when I removed him from the freezer not long ago, but his disposition was none the less more passive and restrained. Perhaps this was due to the shards of ice hanging from his body weighing him down, but I believe he shall be more obedient out of fear. He certainly doesn’t want to be put back in there again! Imps are very hot-blooded by nature. Cold is generally altogether unpleasant to them.

In any case, it is time to go to sleep. I hope for some inspirational dreams tonight.

[Vilmah]

((lol... gosh I missed you.))

[Grayslin]

(( This is great! More! ))

[Noury]

(( Business Card Template:

Jobolg E. Coyote.

"Super Genius" ))

[Jobolg]

New Moon: Day 3: Afternoon

Unfortunate. I overslept today by a large margin. The sun is already past the point of noon overhead, and I have gotten nothing done. I suppose if I felt the need, I could create a harvest reaper before the day is through, but this would do me little good. The one I already created is still frantically running in circles around me, as I assume it was the entirety of last night. How I slept through its awful racket is beyond me, for the clanking of its steps and the constant whirring of its core motor is a nuisance even whilst awake! Perhaps I’ll give it something to do to get it off my back...


New Moon: Day 3: Afternoon... less than five minutes later....

The harvest reaper did exactly what I told it to do in a way I never would have imagined it would do it. My task? I simply asked it to fetch me some weapons which could, perhaps, be put to use on my next device. Unfortunately, it seemed to notice the abundance of weapons carried around by the town guards. It was smashed quite quickly, and the guards were quite angry. I am glad my felsteed rides smoothly, or I would not be able to make a log of this catastrophic machine failure while fleeing for my life.


New Moon: Day 4: Mid-Morning

I have arrived at a new temporary residence for furthering my research in the middle of Tanaris. There is a strong air of eccentricity amongst the goblins of Gadgetzan, assumedly because they share my passion for science. At first I felt crushed by the smoldering heat here, the sun a merciless foe to be combated, but then I realized the adverse conditions within the desert were quite stimulating to the thought process. I found myself thinking of dozens of potential methods to ease my discomfort and deliver myself a bit of cool air. Zortuk seems right at home in the heat, and Rhuulum seems indifferent. I do not know how long I shall stay.


New Moon: Day 4: Early-Evening

The nights here are far more pleasant, and much more conducive to the actual labor required for the construction of my machines. It seems natural that I should, while here, use the daytime heat to do my thinking, and after which use the pleasant nighttime atmosphere to perform the actual engineering. I have not made much of importance tonight. I simply made a load of bombs. It would be amusing if Zortuk would eat a few, but I do not think he would be so stupid. He does still have a volatile core in his misshapen belly.


New Moon: Day 5: Midnight

The conditions are excellent! ...so I used them to make more bombs. One never knows when one will need a few hundred bombs, so it’s best to be prepared!


New Moon: Day 5: Early-Morning

ZOrtuk.. aIe.. my bonbc!! I cam brely vrite thcugh my lauohter! I sould vvait a wile to rite mo re.


New Moon: Day 5: Early-Morning – Shortly after previous entry

My previous entry is barely legible, but I can’t blame myself. It is hard to write when your hands are shaking uncontrollably through your hysterical laughter. For future reference, to take all the translation and interpretation out of that scribbled mass of messy text and unfinished letters, the entry says “Zortuk ate my bombs! I can barely write through my laughter! I should wait a while to write more.” So true. I can not even imagine the imp being any more stupid than he already is. As punishment for consuming my hard work, I have locked him in the freezer again. Lucky thing I made it portable!


New Moon: Day 5: Noon

I’ll bet Zortuk thinks I forgot him again. I haven’t. I simply find it hilarious the way he curses at me through the thick metallic shell of cold he is locked inside. He pounds on the inside of the freezer like he’s possessed. I shall let him out shortly, as soon as I’ve finished this batch of bombs to replace the ones he consumed.


New Moon: Day 5: Afternoon

Zortuk exploded! It was the funniest thing I have ever seen! I let him out of the freezer, and immediately he began following me around slinging foul language my direction and bouncing around angrily as I searched around Gadgetzan for a few parts I required. Then, as I turned around to tell him to shut up, BOOM! Imp pieces flew everywhere. I suppose with all that shaking, he managed to either disturb the power core, or pull the pin on one of the many grenades he consumed. It is unfortunate, really. He was carrying an expensive piece of machinery for me that is now damaged beyond repair... I really didn’t feel like picking up all the pieces of him, so I left most of them there. I did pick up the only whole limb remaining though. An arm, hand still attached and in one piece. I wonder if there is any of Zortuk’s fire magic still locked inside...

I guess I’ll just summon a new imp and give it Zortuk’s mind. In this manner I can continue on like this incident never occurred. Stupid imp...


Quarter-Moon: Day 1: Midnight

The new moon did not last as long as it usually does on the large moon, but I suppose the light of the quarter moon is much more helpful than the feeble light of the new.

Much to my satisfaction, Rhuulum has confirmed for me that the arm does indeed have quite an endless well of its magical energy remaining. Now if only I could find a way to use it...

While I’m thinking, I’ll summon up that Zortuk replacement.


Quarter-Moon: Day 1: Break of Dawn

The replacement, if it can be believed, seems to have had about half the I.Q. of the original Zortuk. Note special emphasis on had. Within half a day of summoning, he had already managed to impale himself on one of my refining instruments. To save himself, he grabbed a mithril frag bomb off of a nearby table and frantically began to attempt to pound the instrument out of his chest, as though it were a nail. I don’t believe I need to write down just what occurred shortly thereafter, do I?

Such a shame. A terrible loss. Those refining instruments take quite a long time to create and calibrate.


Quarter-Moon: Day 1: Afternoon

If only I had invented a way to record sounds into these logs, it would be possible for me to hear the annoyed sighing every time I glanced over this section. I have only now realized what a boon having an imp even as intelligent as Zortuk was. Another imp was summoned to replace his stupid replacement, and another piece of machinery was thus ruined. In his shock, Zortuk v. 3 lost his head. Literally. On the bright side, this allowed me to confirm that my Mortar is indeed in perfect working condition!

I am too annoyed right now to continue any further experiments. I shall relax the rest of the day, and try again with a fresh imp tomorrow. I pray it will be able to walk and chew at the same time.

Side Note: Rhuulum seems to share my disappointment in the overwhelming stupidity of imps.

[Grayslin]

(( *unintelligible through fits of laughter* ))

[Jobolg]

Quarter-Moon: Day 2: Midnight

I am loathe to summon another imp as I am about to do knowing full-well the high probability the creature I summon will have the intelligence of one of those undead abominations, with the catch that said abomination would need to be composed entirely of gophers. Anything else would be too smart. Still, I have devoted myself to all parts of this experiment, and the summoning is a necessary evil. I hope against hope my next entry will not have to be about something the new Zortuk has destroyed, or that he has blown himself up...


Quarter-Moon: Day 2: Afternoon

The new Zortuk has not killed himself yet, much to both mine and Rhuulum’s pleasant surprise. Actually, this new imp has not yet performed even a single misdeed, except perhaps being horrendously ugly and having a nose that can pull levers from across the room... not literally. I suppose I shall give him a task, and see how he performs.


Quarter-Moon: Day 2: Evening

So it would seem the new Zortuk does have a streak of mischief in him after all, but it actually proved to be most incidentally beneficial to me! He brought me the parts I needed in good speed, and then attempted to launch a fireball at one of my more recent creations. He shall receive the usual punishment. I am quite thankful I have left Rhuulum with free will now, for I would not have been able to command him to intercept the blast as quickly as he did of his own volition. Strangely, the blast of magic reverberated off Rhuulum’s snout in a curious manner and flew directly into my, at the time, inactive shrink ray. The ray was activated and fired, hitting a small spider machine I had created out of boredom quite some time ago. To my shock and amazement, the spider didn’t simply shrink, it disappeared! This warrants investigation.


Quarter-Moon: Day 3: Mid-Morning

After searching the entire night over, and a significant chunk of the morning, I have found my spider machine. It has not disappeared at all, but has instead become so immeasurably tiny that it cannot be seen by the naked eye. Rhuulum was a massive help in locating the energy emanating from its arcane core. Without him it may well have been lost forever. I have looked at it under a microscope – a machine I designed for the express purpose of allowing me to view such tiny things which as of yet has proved useless – and it seems to be fully functional as though it were full size.

On another note, I wonder if I should let Zortuk out of the freezer.


Quarter-Moon: Day 3: Evening

The spider has not yet reverted to its actual size, and my sources – Rhuulum – say it has shown no signs of diminishing magic strength from the shrink ray. This must have something to do with the chain which occurred. Zortuk blasted Rhuulum, who is himself a very powerful creature of magic, whose power may have mingled with the blast of fire. Rhuulum’s power comes from his ability to dampen and consume magic, however, rather than use it for destructive purposes. It is my current believe that upon deflection, the destructive elements of the spell were removed, leaving only that infinite energy well that was earlier confirmed to be present within Zortuk’s body. This would explain why the ray was activated rather than destroyed, and perhaps even why the effects have not worn off. I can only assume they are permanent. This gives me a brilliant idea, if only I can learn to duplicate the occurrence. I guess I’d better let Zortuk out of the freezer...


Quarter-Moon: Day 4: Midnight

I have been hard at work creating as many of the machine spiders as I can, and Zortuk and Rhuulum have both been hard at work collecting materials for the creation of the spiders. I have thus far created about fifty of them, and I think this is more than enough for simple experimental purposes. In my haste, however, I was unable to give them any lasting power cores, so once each is activated for the experiment, we shall have only one try to get it right. This is, of course, only a precaution, as I assume the energy of the spider itself may have had something to do with the extreme miniaturization.


Quarter-Moon: Day 4: Noon

Fifty tries and fifty failures to recreate the original event. This is quite disheartening. Of the fifty attempts, exactly forty-one of them failed entirely to deflect from Rhuulum as the original blast had. Eight of them properly deflected, but impacted nowhere near the shrink ray, and one time a blast was missed entirely and destroyed my lunch before I could eat it. I cannot seem to find any particular reason for the initial success. It is required that Zortuk and Rhuulum be quite accurate to cause any deflection of energy at all, and the few occasions when deflection does occur, it appears entirely random in its choice of flight trajectory.


Quarter-Moon: Day 4: Afternoon

I find these experiments are slowly becoming slightly tiresome between the constant failures and Zortuk’s irrepressible tongue. I have come up with an idea which may increase the probability of success in this venture, but it will take some time, especially because I’m hungry. If only I had my lunch...


Quarter-Moon: Day 4: Evening

My idea was genius, if I do say so myself. Utilizing the same technology which allowed the functionality of my ice deflector, I have constructed a sort of hallway of mirrors around Rhuulum and leading into the shrink ray. They are not flame reflectors – those would be too expensive - so they would not properly direct a blast of fire in its pure destructive form. However, if my hunch is correct, the essence of destruction which makes these blasts of flame what they are to Zortuk will be removed with a proper deflection, and the harmless sphere of ether will follow the hallway to its intended destination.

I have replaced the energy cores in the spiders. This should give them lasting time for one more attempt each.


Quarter-Moon: Day 5: Noon

It was inevitable that this would be a success! My calculations and presumptions are rarely far off base. Throughout the night, I studied my numerical logs and illustrations of the first fifty attempts at recreating the shrinkage and came up with the precise trajectory which would be needed to get the blasts into the reflective hallway. Of course, Zortuk is not always the most accurate shot, so as a security measure, I strapped him to a vertical lab table and held his arms stiff and steady with steel bars. He didn’t – and still doesn’t – seem particularly comfortable, but if one imp needs to suffer just a little bit of discomfort in the name of science, what’s the harm? After all, he still owes me for destroying my lunch. We’ll call this payment.

With this success, I expect by tonight I shall have all fifty spiders in microscopic proportions.


Quarter-Moon: Day 5: Evening

Fifty spiders all under a single microscope! It’s astounding how well this is going now! The discovery that their energy sources still hold the same amount of power even in their minute stage is certainly an important one. Same amount of power produced, less energy expended. One of these could last for years on end without need of a recharge of any sort. Unfortunately, these spiders were merely for the purpose of the experiment. Past the learning process, this batch is useless. To put my actual plan for this new mechanism into action, I shall need to create some means for a large number of the spiders to interlink and act as a single unit. I shall also be requiring something to make them feel a bit less metallic, as the end goal stipulates that the single unit they shall create be harmonious with those around and unrecognizable as an artificiality.

To this end I have selected the Silithid as a subject of study. The way they swarm about their hives in red streams of perfect unison is nothing less than remarkable, and the make of their inside is actually quite squishy and soft, as any other living thing. I shall need to collect a few dozen of them to advance my new project any further.

There is a significant amount of danger involved, but I shall go prepared. Good luck, you incredible super genius, you.

Side Note: I have amended the label on these logs to better suit the level of achievement of their writer.

[Rajjah]

((What can i say...you're a great comedic writer. I laughed at almost every log. keep it up))

[Jobolg]

Quarter-Moon: Day 6: Afternoon

The buzzing streams of crimson insects around the Silithid hives seem never to tire. For seven hours now Rhuulum, Zortuk and I have observed them and we have yet to see a single living one stray from the stream or stop for rest. Now and then, however, we did note one fall from the swarm and land with a crunch against the ground, dead. Something within their brains pushes these creatures to continue their unified flight about the hive long after their bodies have physically tired themselves until they literally die from exhaustion. Though I wonder as to their purpose, – what does this constant flight do to assist the Silithid? – this is not part of my current project, and I shall return to study this again later.

I have yet to make a move closer than the sanctuary of Cenarion Hold, as I would prefer to be well prepared and defended before I attempt to scale the hive.


Quarter-Moon: Day 6: Evening

I have succeeded in convincing a reasonable number of hunters and mages to assist in protecting me as I climb the hive by offering gold. I cannot say why, but they refused to accept any of my masterwork explosives as payment, despite these bombs being worth more than the gold they desired. I have acquired a number of frost traps from these hunters and created an improvisational use for them which shall make netting larger numbers of the bugs easier.

I must admit, I am excited! We shall start at first light.


Quarter-Moon: Day 7: Early-Morning

This is simply a precautionary entry in the event my hired hands do not perform their job sufficiently and I am eaten alive, torn to shreds, chomped in two, or some other particularly gruesome means of death. In such an event I leave all my things to NOBODY! That’s right; dump all my things off a cliff somewhere. I don’t want some old chum and pal blowing up because he tampered with my things. They just aren’t safe for those not quite as brilliant as myself... which covers... oh, let’s see... every living thing on this world (and potentially anything off of it).


Quarter-Moon: Day 7: Early-Morning

The climb was not as difficult as expected. The soft tissue of the hive made it easy to penetrate with my sharp climbing tools. Zortuk’s claws aided him nicely in the climb as well. Rhuulum is keeping an eye on the hired hands.

I must confess my current position atop a pseudo-platform extending from the side of the hive however, is not the most safety-concerned location to be inputting another entry into my logs, but the view of the swarming Silithid from so close behind their flight stream is amazing, and the hunters and mages are doing an excellent job picking off hostile insects before they reach me. The insects seem to be set within a constant spiral even within the spiral, each bug frequently twining with one of those around it for a brief second or two.

The hired hands seem to be flustered about something... I should hurry.


Quarter-Moon: Day 7: Afternoon

The task was not very difficult or dangerous at all in retrospect, contrary to what I had believed. My rigging of the frost trap was so ingenious it had to work. I simply pressed the button on the device rigging and tossed it into the swarm. One of the bugs hit it, and it activated, spewing frost in a wide area. Their wings weighed down by all the ice, at least four hundred (!!!) of them fell to the ground, where my hired associates caught them within the specified containers I gave to them. This has been more productive than I could have imagined. I only needed a few dozen.


Quarter-Moon: Day 7: Evening

I paid the workers, but as I suspected might happen, the hired hands demanded more money after their assignment was complete and I was safely within Cenarion Hold again with my canisters of Silithid. Their numbers being greater than mine, they attempted to use the intimidation that group collective violence could accomplish to increase their pay. I regret that it had to happen, but I was forced to activate the shock devices I had planted on each of their gold coins (this was not written previously as a precaution in the event one of the hunters managed to circumvent the trap on this book and read my logs). They’ll be unconscious for some number of hours, and certainly will not be happy when they wake up, but what are the chances I’ll run into them again? Not very high, I’ll wager.

I’m taking the canisters of Silithid subjects and returning to Gadgetzan to commence my studies.


Half-Moon: Day 1: Afternoon

Now seems an appropriate time, given the appearance of the moon last night, to move my entries into the next section.

Despite the efforts of a few violent members of the alliance, I have made it safely back to my lab. I only wish I could say the same for them, as the explosives I used to ward them off were somewhat more powerful than intended. I can’t help but wonder in a purely unscientific fashion if their wives and families will take them back in their current condition, knowing how superficial humans and elves can be.

Regardless, I am back in Gadgetzan and have begun opening the canisters. A few of the subjects are still alive and thus shall make prime specimens.


Half-Moon: Day 2: Midnight

I have at this point dissected a large number of the Silithid subjects and have discovered a number of things.

Firstly, it seems that these tiny insects may be the universal starting point of all the other Silithid, judging from the varieties of different mutations forming on many of the subjects. If this is so, it leads me to wonder what benefit losing the ability to fly gains the many that become land-bound. It would explain, however, why they fly with such determination around the hive. It is a form of natural selection, weeding out the weaker insects so that only the stronger ones thrive, thus speeding the evolutionary process and strengthening future creatures of the hive.

Second, these creatures do not appear to have any sort of bowels. I would not make note of this if the fact did not also mean that the Silithid created no material waste, which also means that, since they clearly do eat, their bodies are so efficient at managing resources that every bit of their meals are utilized to their fullest. It is a pity these creatures are such a threat to us, because we could learn much from them.

Lastly, though their actual brains are somewhat small and feeble, they possess an additional section I have dubbed the hyper synchronous section. I could not figure out what this part of the brain was for until I decided to view a number of the specimens in tandem. Somehow, as though through psychic link, this section pulses in unison with the similar sections in all the Silithid I have stored within this room. Ominously, this includes those specimens that are dead. I have tested for a variety of detectable waves and cannot determine the source wave or how it is produced. However, in close proximity, I have a hunch this effect may be replicable through the use of electrical pulses or arcane radial waves. I have easy access the means of creating both of these potential methods.

I suppose the thing to do now is to create another batch of mechanical spiders with the capability to utilize of these two feasibilities.


Half-Moon: Day 3: Mid-Morning

Yesterday was particularly trying and tiresome, as the day in its entirety was spent attempting to assimilate the electrical pulse and arcane radial wave generators into the spiders and still get them to miniaturize. I had no time or patience to make a log of these events as they occurred. Something about these changes to the spiders prevented them from miniaturizing properly. It was later in the day deduces that the problem was most likely the frequencies, and thus my night as well was spent on this task, tediously adjusting and readjusting the frequencies of the waves and pulses and reattempting to succeed in a permanent miniaturization. It was not until just an hour ago that I succeeded, and my happiness at this fact cannot be adequately described in words. A very trying day it was indeed.

Now to see if I can get the microscopic spiders to function independently and synchronously.


Half-Moon: Day 4: Evening

All praise Jobolg, super genius extraordinaire! My efforts have consumed more than another entire day. I have not slept since my rest before climbing the Silithid hive, but the excitement which permeates the entirety of my lab prevents me from becoming tired. The experiments during this period have been a resounding success! I have managed to link countless mechanical minds and bodies together with a system of alternating electrical and arcane radial pulses, allowing the machines to pool their collective functionality to form a finger. Yes, I know, not a very large piece of equipment considering the amount of spiders composing it would, when fully enlarged, easily fill this entire lab up to the roof, but it is efficient.

Only a few things left to do, one more tedious than the others. I need to create and shrink as many of these spiders as possible (tedious in that I will literally need thousands of them.. I am as of yet unsure how many thousands), I need to create a means of intelligence past their basic functionality, and I need to create a synthetic flesh to use upon them which will act both as a means of protection, and as a sort of camouflage for blending in with society.

Side Note: I have not seen Zortuk in a few days. I wonder where he’s gone and gotten himself off to. The last place I saw him with me was during our climb up the Silithid hive, and...

[Vilmah]

((Bwahaha! I love you, Jojo...))

[Jobolg]

Half-Moon: Day 5: Evening

I have spent an entire day researching possible materials which could be used in the creation of a realistic looking synthetic flesh, and have come up with two possible solutions. One, I could go on a killing spree and use the flesh of actual orcs to cover my creations, or two, I could create a chemical compound utilizing the now otherwise useless Silithid bodies. I’d say number two would be less likely to earn me a painful kick in the pants from our ever-loving Warboss. I shall begin studies on this particular subject while I assign my demons – I have summoned my voidwalker Konnak into the equation. He lacks personality, but his general mindlessness should make him a great worker for the task – to gather materials that I shall need shortly. They have proven rather adept at following blueprints.


Half-Moon: Day 6: Afternoon

That was quick and easy. A mere four-hundred seventy-six chemical tests revealed that with the proper mixture of herbal ingredients with any variety of powerful acids, combined with the remarkably regenerative tissue of the Silithid, one can create a substance which feels very much like genuine skin, so much so as to be nigh indistinguishable. The herbs act as both a reactionary mixture and coloring for the skin, while the acids function as a catalyst to invoke the reaction from the Silithid tissue. Given a period of a single hour, the tissue hardens just enough and becomes pliable enough to attach to my arachnid creations.

I would like to begin construction immediately, but I have yet to develop a suitable system of artificial intelligence for my would-be masterwork. This will have to come first. I can’t have a mechanical orcish version of Zortuk running around...


Half-Moon: Day 10: Afternoon

This is most exhausting labor. For four days now I have forced myself to slave over a worktable littered with chips, circuits, scrap materials and micro-power sources in an attempt to work them together into a mind. Now... if it was simply functionality in this mind that I desired I could have completed the creation of a basic thought structure within a day. I, however, desire this creation to be a work worth the time and effort put into it. If I do not make it well enough that I can look at it after a year and still be proud, then I have wasted my time here.

Now then, as it stands, the chips I have developed are capable of equational thought and logical computations based on mathematical principles, but would still act as a mind incapable of true reason in relation to the Horde mentality. Without changes, it would be severely dangerous to allow the finished creation to function with these minds, as it could likely, given that it provided a greater probability of success in a given circumstance, blast through fellow members of the Horde. I definitely do not want that.

Full-Moon: Day 6: Morning

The Three-Quarters-Moon (I really need to come up with better names for the phases of the moon) lasted significantly longer that expected. It has been over a month since I last recorded any progress within these logs and I have not slept or made any sort of contact with the outside world for two weeks now, so engrossed have I been in this most intriguing subject of research. Finally, three days ago, I came up with the clearest, most functional solution to the issue of creating a mind. I shall sometime in the future decide on some means to use the four-million seven hundred-fifteen thousand two hundred-eighty-five rejected methods of a mind. Many of them were quite genius, but none of them compared to this idea. I have completed much of this work since my last log, but have simply been too excited and eager to continue working to make note of it.

I, and my demons with me, have been creating, and are still creating, chips. Millions upon millions of them. One for every mechanical spider which shall make up my creation (Yes, I realize how far off my initial estimate of multiple thousands was, but I decided in the end to make the spiders even tinier to allow for more functionality with this mind I shall be giving it). Even the succubus, least trusted of all my demons with the degree of free will which is required for her to efficiently work at this task, is hard at work. Her occasional attempts to seduce me ended in failure, but were none the less rather enjoyable.

Each chip within each spider shall contain a fully functional mind based on the equational thought logged a month past, but there are a few additions. Each chip shall contain a primary objective within its mind. The primary objective within every chip shall be marginally different. The differences between the objectives is minute, barely distinguishable at all (hence marginally), but every objective is still different from the previous. And, to ensure these objectives don’t clash, there is a powerful overriding program within them all forcing each chip to functionally cooperate with all the other instances of this artificial intelligence through the electrical and arcane radial pulse method of communication.

This will not only allow all of the machines to function together as a single entity, but because each of the mechanical spiderlings is possessed of its own mind, there is no central location where thought takes place. In essence, the creation’s entire being will a massive mind, and thus even with the destruction of its head, it would still be able to function flawlessly while it gathered the materials needed to repair itself. Brilliant, I know.


Full-Moon: Day 7: Afternoon

I came to a difficult cross-roads in the production of these minds when I attempted to integrate them into the spiderlings. The power cores within each of the steel arachnids – as efficient a core as can be found or produced! – do not provide enough energy to power both the complex mind-frame of my chips and the massive energy expenditure of the weapon systems that are to be installed upon the machines. It is a shame I was so caught up in my joy at having developed such a flawless mind that I did not realize this. My weapon systems have always been flawless. Therefore, I must choose whether I desire my creation to have immaculate, powerful weaponry or an overwhelming intelligence.

It’s a tough call, so I think I’ll flip a coin. Heads shall be for the A.I., tails shall indicate weaponry.


Full-Moon: Day 7: A few minutes later.

The coin came up tails, so destructive armaments it is. This isn’t so bad for the mind though. It shall still be capable of learning and eventually becoming very intelligent, only the process will take a bit longer. The only thing left to do now is to add the chips and weapon-systems to the spiders. To this end, I have hired approximately thirty-six goblin assistants. These goblins, since I am paying them, shall be trustworthy during this period. Besides, once they’ve stepped into my lab, they cannot leave until I let them. If one of them does something shady, he or she will simply be made to fix or return it before it will be possible to leave.


Full-Moon: Day 8: Early-Morning

I am not sure if I should be flattered, humored or disturbed. That damned pink-haired gnome found me again, apparently (and shockingly) friends with one of the lady goblins on my current temporary staff. I do not know what possessed them to do it, but I awoke in my chair this morning to the two of them grinding their pelvises against either of my legs... Part of me appreciates being found so appealing that they couldn’t hold in their... impulses. Another part of me found the sheer ridiculousness of the sight to be hilarious beyond words. And then yet another part of me, the greater part I think, had the powerful urge to go into another room and vomit. I abruptly kicked them out of my lab.

I wonder though... The hired workers have been acting strangely today. Has the constant exposure to the altered arcane energy resulted in mentality affecting hallucinations? I can only hope. Regardless, I expect much progress to be made today.


Full-Moon: Day 8: Afternoon


Oh, thank all that is holy and right in the world... They WERE hallucinations. I came across the source of the problem while fitting a chip into another of my spiders. A rather large core seems to have somehow sprung a leak, and harmless (technically) gases have been leaking into the room. I have disposed of the offending material, and ventilated all the gases. I may have to accidentally cause another rupture sometime soon though. All the goblins, for some unknown reason, worked about six or seven times as quickly AND efficiently as they did before. Hell, they got so much done the project is nearly completed. I should hire goblins for simple, boring tasks like implanting chips more often!


Full-Moon: Day 9: Morning

They’re done. Amazing! These goblins can be quite efficient with a bit of gold incentive! All that is left to do is cover these spiders in the synthetic flesh and everything will be good to go! The process involves little more than dropping the lot of them into the vat of the stuff I created, pulling them out a second later, and then letting it harden on them to the right flexibility. It won’t even take the day.


Full-Moon: Day 10: Afternoon

Ok, so it took a little longer than expected. There were a few spills and accidents to take care of. Everything is done now though. They simply need to dry.


Full-Moon: Day 11: Morning

Ah, they’ve all dried. Now to activate them via remote. Their programming will self-arrange them into the orcish form desired.


Full-Moon: Day 11: Evening

WOOOOOO!!! I am ecstatic! Elated! I’m practically inebriated with the pure adrenal joy pumping through my veins at this moment! I stand staring at my creation in awe of my own incomparable genius. It looks like an orc. It sounds like an orc. It.. well... it walks sorta funny, completely upright and all, but that can be corrected. It has had a few hours of listening and learning already. The problem here is its language. It is terrible. The first things it learned were words its sharp hearing picked up from the goblins, gnomes and adventurers of the area. It is alright. It shall correct itself over time.

I have thought of the perfect name for my creation – a homage to the brilliance of his creator. He shall be called...

Wait for it.. wait for it...

Joborg!

Side Note: What the hell do leet pownzerz, roffle, and lolz mean?! These were apparently the first things Joborg heard going on outside the lab, and he has been saying them all day... I do not know what sort of inane babble this is, but it is getting on my last nerves!

[Noury]

(( Joborg..... he MUST be a warrior. Oh I can't wait to run into THAT one! heheheh. )) :lol:

(( That was pure genius! genius I say! ))

[Jobolg]

((Heh, I nearly did make him a warrior, actually. Past experiences proved to me that I make a terrible -pure- melee though, so I made him a shaman! Weapon systems to Jobolg is usually explosions, and shaman have plenty of bang.))

[Vilmah]

((You totally just made my morning! Perfectly awesome, I love it!!))

[Rajjah]

((that was great, millions of micro-spiders collectively forming a body, pure brilliance hahhaa. Question, seeing as how he is made of millions of micro-spiders, i don't see there being any reason for any clunking or "robot'ish" bells and whistles comin from joborg...he's more like the liquid metal terminator imo. He could even weigh less since the spiders are so small they could form micro air pockets in the bones and such, much like living beings with the marrow in the center...just a thought so he doesn't go falling through the floors in peoples houses haha))

[Niethan]

((Don't -ever- let Niethan see what Joborg is made of.))

[Jobolg]

((that was great, millions of micro-spiders collectively forming a body, pure brilliance hahhaa. Question, seeing as how he is made of millions of micro-spiders, i don't see there being any reason for any clunking or "robot'ish" bells and whistles comin from joborg...he's more like the liquid metal terminator imo. He could even weigh less since the spiders are so small they could form micro air pockets in the bones and such, much like living beings with the marrow in the center...just a thought so he doesn't go falling through the floors in peoples houses haha))

((He doesn't make any of the robot-esque noises like that. He's still pretty heavy though, being made of dense materials, just not fall through floors and sink 20 feet into the mud heavy.))