Date: October 4th, 2015 10:02 PM
Author: fighting lake crotch dilemma
"Pull up the black box. We need to know what the fuck happened here."
'Working on it. {....} Here we go.'
{long pause} {tears welling in eyes} 'Sir you ... you need to see this.'
{he approaches, peers over the lieutenant's shoulder} 'The house it ... it fought back ... until the very end. As they breached the exterior perimeter, it flooded the gaps with first-response sentries. Wave after wave, trying to anticipate the failures, responding to the changing patterns of attack.'
{pointing toward trace of light on screen} 'This follows the general path of the assault. As the sentries were exhausted, the AIcore sought to adapt its techniques, push back against the incursion. The lawn -- on the fly, it formulated a volatile chemical response specifically engineered to the particular strain of ursine CROSSrna -- it created this whole-cloth in a matter of seconds, with no existing chemical template. The lawn was flooded with the mixture -- see here {pointing} and here {pointing}, where the signatures diminish. It took down scores of them.'
"Then what happened?"
'The sheer number ... it was too much. Here, at sequence t+150 {adjusting parameter on screen}, they reach the physical walls of the interior compound. But still ... it fought on. Notice the power spike in the ablative surface; the augmentation to the shielding. The modulation ... as their infiltration tech would create an opening in the cybersec armor, it would adjust the parameters, draw power from non-essential systems, redouble the field strength; each inch ceded a battle; each system breached a bloody circuit slog ...'
"What's this? With the red x?" {gesturing toward the screen}
'Here, they actually entered the house. They ...' {voice thick with emotion; halting; catching} 'they managed to enter the spiritcore. But it resisted. It was cannibalizing nonessential portions of the mainframe -- look at adjuncts 12 and 24. It literally tore itself apart to try to stem the assault. Here, at index 200 {circular gesture, dialing in screen} -- again, heavy losses inflicted within the main hall breach. But in the end .... {trailing off}'
"I've heard enough. Get the strike force on the line, now."
'*The* strike force, sir?'
"Yes Mr. Thomson. LSF 1st."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3008816&forum_id=2#28900385)