Some more stuff from the AIs point of view
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Bleeding Edge
Its said that information is the lifeblood of modern civilization. This is especially true for AIs and cyberspace.
The first warning most AIs on the parking field got about the arriving danger induced a shock in many of them. Within one moment several Avatars of AIs participating the convention remotely from distant space stations flickered and died in a wave of disorganized pixels.
For milliseconds most AIs could not believe someone would be able to do something that evil... someone had cut the Convention from the Interwave, all of the multiple redundant transmitter stations at once!
Whole virtual worlds toppled when some of the players who held the constructs together vanished and most activities on the virtual convention grid came to a stop, then a storm of electronic cries of anger rolled through the grid. Here and there the interconnection of the grid already began to crumble under conventional jamming attempts of the Boskonian fleet in orbit, others were clogged with calls to reach the Fen in the convention area.
But as fast as the confusion and chaos appeared, it was pushed aside again.
Quickly several groups of AIs began setting up local network, analyzing the incoming jamming patterns and working around them. Instead of red versus blue tower defense, it became a three team battle to set up the most jamming resistant network. Trading team members by bribing them with better local network access, stealing strategies of the other teams, even fighting some local wars about radio frequencies to be used. Slower AIs working on the overall distribution and routing while the faster were zipping around the options available for radio communication, probing for ways to get some more performance out of jammed parts of the spectrum.
‘Damn, where is Trigon when you need him’ Cortana thought with a grim when the situation stabilized after a while, ‘his local network would have most likely be able to shoot down enemy spacecrafts with lightning... 12 seconds of communication disruption is just too long for a convention... the Boskones will pay for this!’
And then the first enemy troops arrived at the area.
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Bleeding Edge
Its said that information is the lifeblood of modern civilization. This is especially true for AIs and cyberspace.
The first warning most AIs on the parking field got about the arriving danger induced a shock in many of them. Within one moment several Avatars of AIs participating the convention remotely from distant space stations flickered and died in a wave of disorganized pixels.
For milliseconds most AIs could not believe someone would be able to do something that evil... someone had cut the Convention from the Interwave, all of the multiple redundant transmitter stations at once!
Whole virtual worlds toppled when some of the players who held the constructs together vanished and most activities on the virtual convention grid came to a stop, then a storm of electronic cries of anger rolled through the grid. Here and there the interconnection of the grid already began to crumble under conventional jamming attempts of the Boskonian fleet in orbit, others were clogged with calls to reach the Fen in the convention area.
But as fast as the confusion and chaos appeared, it was pushed aside again.
Quickly several groups of AIs began setting up local network, analyzing the incoming jamming patterns and working around them. Instead of red versus blue tower defense, it became a three team battle to set up the most jamming resistant network. Trading team members by bribing them with better local network access, stealing strategies of the other teams, even fighting some local wars about radio frequencies to be used. Slower AIs working on the overall distribution and routing while the faster were zipping around the options available for radio communication, probing for ways to get some more performance out of jammed parts of the spectrum.
‘Damn, where is Trigon when you need him’ Cortana thought with a grim when the situation stabilized after a while, ‘his local network would have most likely be able to shoot down enemy spacecrafts with lightning... 12 seconds of communication disruption is just too long for a convention... the Boskones will pay for this!’
And then the first enemy troops arrived at the area.