#doctor simcraft

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While his sisters sorted out the developing mystery that their older brother had suddenly become, life on the other side of town continued on relatively unbothered.

Doctor Simcraft: I really don't see the appeal in it at all. All these experiments with Generative Models. From what I've seen the results are positively garish. Shooby: A-EYE successfully generates one ugly cat, and now they're trying to upend an entire industry with an army of 3D printed Runway Models?

Vexus: Doubtful. The cost of biomass scrapped due to malformities cannot be sustainable in the long run. Even with their patron backing.

Too many fingers, extra legs, missing arms - the usual. Even the successful ones rarely last more than a few days before internally collapsing.

Simcraft: It's like no one respects the value of unethical labor anymore. This whole artificial intelligence scheme is sloppy, homogenized, and short sighted. Shooby: No offense Leanne.

Leanne: None taken.

Simcraft: Did you hear what happened with the Curator's Assistant? Shooby: The one that defected? He's still alive? Simcraft: I hope not - he's been handling all my taxes for years.

Vexus: What's this now?

Simcraft: Big Neighborhood stories scandal. Cheated on by 009 - that little annoying one from the Del Sol Office.

Shooby: Really? Good gossip takes so much longer to reach Sixam. Didn't she lock him in one of your vaults years ago? Simcraft: Ugh don't remind me.

Vexus: Interesting.

[ LIGHT COUGH ]

Shooby: Oh Shit. That's too funny.

Alejandro: Maybe I come back later.

Carmela: [ LIGHT SIGH ]

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𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗕 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝟷𝟸.𝟸𝟺.𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚇 𝟷𝟾:𝟻𝟸; 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚎 Uh, Hi, Hello! Is this thing working? Hold a minute, let me checkkkk- AH YES. A 100% functional recording. Excellent. First Try. 🦐🎵

Oh vibes!! That's unexpected. But good! HELLO LITTLE SUNNY. I AM H.A.N.S.E.L. I am the Highly Advanced Neural Subnet and Electronic Liason that has currently been left in charge of the house while Miss Leanne and Master Vexus attend League business on the moon.

Well that is partly false. You see, I don't have legs per say, and Mr. Chinsley would like to keep his fully intact, so we're all on team hold down the fort this year!

It sounds like Shooby couldn't run another year from hosting Winterfest Eve at her Moon Base on Sixam. Luckily, construction on the space craft downstairs in Sub level 4 was completed through gameplay before the event kicked off!

Could you imagine a member of the League of Evil having to carpool to the moon? How embarrassing! See I can't imagine things at all, but my algorithms have been getting very good recently at recreating what it might be like.

Here, let me try. … Hold please, it takes a second to warm up. … AH. I can 𝘐𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘌 Cabbagepatch completely sloshed, it appears A-EYE is trying to flirt with Miss Leanne again, good luck with that- and everyone seems to be having a rather good time.

I lied Miss Sunny, I didn't imagine that at all- I just patched myself into the security systems on the base. But LOOK at the size of those shrimp! I guess everything IS bigger on Sixam.

But hey hey !!! Look at this! Mister Henry is making the same face as the karaoke frog! HAH. Classic. I'm saving this one for later. I'm sure it will make Miss Leanne glare at me coldly with disapproval when she gets back!

Oh!! Tapping out of the security systems now, I can feel Miss Shooby's malware gnawing at my protective firewalls. Probably better if no one knows I was here. Let's keep this one between us. Ok?

Routing power to Lil' HANSEL now. Talk to you later Sunny! or now- or if you're listening to this later? Or if someone finds from a future Gen finds this recording Hello! Or Or if the earth is completely barren and all life has died! Or Or-

[ 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 ]

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Maximilian: Enough of this farce! As Doctor Ego's dedicated successor we all know that chair was promised to me Queenie!

Plus- there is still the chance he may yet return to reclaim his position!

Rishella: Max you know that's bullshit. One, you do not have the votes; and Two- it is a simple fact that Doctor Ego, if not dead already, has been locked up tighter than the top knot on the Brutalist's High School Years Hairstyle. (Brutalist: 𝘏𝘦𝘺-)

Rishella: That man has disgraced us, and using him as a boon to your campaign will earn you no respect from myself or anyone at this table.

Max: I see.

If this is how the league feels, then it might possibly be time for a change of alliance.

Queenie: You know the consequences of walking out that door Max. Is this your final decision?

You would rather put your own operation, your own life at risk, than accept the inevitable reality of working under my leadership?

Max: I am aware of the consequences. And I've made my decision.

Queenie: Then I'll give you a running start.

Shooby: I swear these meetings get more and more boring every season. It's hardly worth the rocket fuel anymore. Simcraft: And can I just say- anyone who thinks a volcano lair is a good idea has never smelled fresh magma.

It's too… sulfur-y.

𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿: Didn't shit yourself in front of your co-workers.

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That night, love found itself at home in all corners of the Starlight Casino, presenting itself in it's many forms and languages. 💌🎵

Acts of Service-

Quality Time- (Even with Oneself)

Words of Affirmation-

and Physical Touch.

But unfortunately, for one Curator's Assistant, the only gift Poppy had to give sweet, kind, Alejandro was locking him safely inside a hermetically sealed vault for the remainder of the night.

Did she feel a little guilty? Sure-

She just hoped he wouldn't take it too personally. Such was the nature of their work, and unlike some people upstairs, she still had a job to do.

And with all the pieces finally in place, it was time for the real fun to begin.

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Instead, he found himself staring down the barrel of his freeze ray, facing off against the majority of Del Sol’s own Agents of UNIT-

including the man that, two nights prior, had un-surreptitiously laid his hands on his property.

And Valerian Plott didn’t like it when people touched his things.

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Reporter: A Gas Leak at the Starlight Lounge and Casino in Downtown Del Sol caused a lot of commotion this morning.

Reporter: The Starlight, one of the oldest standing structures in Del Sol experienced a large explosion this morning after a stray spark from a lit cigarette caused a ball of flame to consume the interior of the vault.

Reporter: The patrons of the historic Hotel were successfully evacuated and we are told those involved in the explosion sustained only minor CAS overlay related injuries.

Reporter: We haven’t received confirmation on whether this was an intentional attack on the Starlight or an accident. The famous family has been steeped in controversy since the founding of Del Sol Valley in the 1910s.

Reporter: With close connections to the mob, it isn’t unlikely that this story may go deeper than we think

Reporter: A large police presence has cordoned off the area, and the structure is currently undergoing a thorough check for damage to the foundation; the city citing the concern for the aging building and the surrounding infrastructure.

Reporter: For Del Sol News Network this has been Valor Dreamer on location. Back to you in the studio Ella.

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The explosion at the Starlight had rocked the city to it's core. Some were calling it a gas leak, others a terrorist attack. Whatever it was, it attracted a large amount of press and story was running on all the local news networks.

But of course, you and me, we know what really happened don't we? Because we were there- literally one scene ago. So we might as well all stop pretending.

True to their word, the authorities swarmed the building minutes after the explosion went off. This high rate of response was of course due to Director Argent having the DSPD Chief on call- waiting in the wings to move in as soon as UNIT HQ received the official signal.

The signal of course, being a big ol' earth shaking explosion pulled off by the large collection of C4 produced from a hidden duffel. The same bag that Chad had stashed in the ceiling of the Basement Pool Bathroom earlier that week.

But if Simcraft had her way, and she usually did- she would never even make it to court. The Starlights truly did run this town. Senga had friends and allies in every high place, low place, and dark corner. She would be back- and she would be filling in that damn pool.

Plus I'm not going to bother replacing her on the League of Evil so ya'll are just gonna have to deal I guess.

And Hey, even if she did make it out within the week, today had been a big win for UNIT.

The paintings from the Museum Heist were finally recovered, the people responsible in custody, and after months of screenshots and writing that chapter was finally coming to a close.

But when one chapter ends-

That just means it's time for the next one to begin.

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Carmela: It's important that this room remains at a consistent temperature and hermetically sealed at all times.

Carmela: Some of these artifacts date back to Sim Ant. They're incredibly fragile and even a few degrees in temperature change could accelerate decay. Henry: Miss Malandra, I can assure you everything has been adjusted to your specifications.

Carmela: Alejandro, I'm re-forwarding you my list for you to go over with Henry. I want to have a standing record that the correct precautions were taken in case of damages. Alejandro: Believe me, I already have it memorized.

Simcraft: How do you like my pet Vexus?

Valerian: Your Manservant seems to be a very impressive companion.

Simcraft: My Henry would bring me back the Pyramids of Al Simhara if I asked him to. But no, in this case I was referring to my newest acquisition.

Simcraft: I decided to name him Whalebert. Unfortuately he won't be growing together with the rest of his pod any time soon.

Simcraft: But if you're looking to see a real prize, I'd be happy to introduce you. Come, walk with me.