KarlMrax

## gist:ff5a75cab920133a1fa42b0b7852e397
Start with a honeycombed
coltan/titanium exoskeleton,
for 32% greater strength than
the N1 at half the weight.

Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES

## gist:632bb761cf29032bbe9fd86ffffdaef6
Wrap it in CryNet’s patented
artificial muscle: an armored
carbon-nanofiber composite
storing elastic energies of up to
20 J/cm3, with
electromechanical coupling
that exceeds 70% under most
battlefield conditions.

Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES

## gist:16eee1d04338ecd6e93b4e9387483020
Sheathe it all in a flexible dopedceramic
epidermis and a Faraday weave that shields
against EMPs while still supporting telemetric
throughput of up to 15 TB/sec.

Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES

## gist:cce2b25e95bcbc13c3d1c0edb7d52387
Put it all together and you have
a combat chassis that laughs at
almost anything short of a
direct hit with a battlefield
nuke. (In fact, in three out of
five simulations, the Nanosuit
2.0 even withstood the pointblank
detonation of a Lockheed
AAF 212 Circuit-Breaker™!*)

## gist:21097da6ca544ad49cae3939e1ce5bcf
And what fuels this unmatched
combination of power and
protection? Virtually anything.
While the N2’s primary
coupling is compatible with
any BVN-series hydrogen cell,
the suit also acquires and stores
energy automatically from a
wide range of ambient sources:
kinetic motion, passive

## gist:31f0b0d777f47407590b8add85169691
What? Oh. Yeah, it is kind of
amazing how well I can remember
all these details, isn’t it? But you
know what really sticks in my
memory? Just last week I
remember not having anywhere
near this good a memory.

Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES

## Culture Combat Drone Personality.md

      
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                Combat Drone Personality
              
          
    It was not always so refined.
Once, maybe twenty years ago, far away on another planet in another part of the galaxy
altogether, on the floor of a dry sea forever scoured by howling winds, beneath the mesa that had
been islands on the dust that had been silt, she had lodged in a small frontier town at the limit of the
railways’ reach, preparatory to hiring mounts to venture into the deep desert and search out the new
child messiah.
At dusk, the riders came into the square, to take her from the inn; they’d heard her strangely
colored skin alone would fetch a handsome price.

  
## gist:2e75e27d89b6916e5d7ab3cdce40d735
"I've got a drone, ma'am!" The sensor tech in Consuela Gonzalez' command tank bent closer to her panel. "Coming up at zero-three-zero relative, altitude three thousand, heading two-niner-seven true. Speed three hundred kph. Range . . . three-six point five klicks and closing!"
"Damn!" Gonzalez shook her head. So much for misdirection! From the drone's point of origin, the Bolo must be well out on her left flank, but its recon drone was sweeping almost directly perpendicular to her line of advance, as if the machine knew exactly where to look.
"Kill it!" she barked.
"Firing," the Wolverine's air defense tech replied, and a laser turret swiveled. A beam of coherent light sizzled through the humid air, and the drone blew up instantly.
"There goes seven or eight hundred credits of taxpayer's money!" the tech chortled.
"Well, it's seven or eight hundred credits your great-great-grandma paid, not us," Gonzalez said with a grin. Damn, that felt good! She and Merrit had agreed to a hard-limit of five kilometers; any

## gist:1f68a8b78c378b85c45d4962909762a7
With no interval to provide a margin for error at all, the drone shunted its personality from its own
AI core to its back-up picofoam complex and at the same time readied the signal cascade that would
transfer its most important concepts, programs and instructions first to electronic nanocircuitry, then
to an atomechanical substrate and finally - absolutely as a last resort - to a crude little (though at
several cubic centimetres also wastefully large) semi-biological brain.

- Excession

## gist:640ee64691afbea941ea212c7912c5f8
The Mark XVIII was larger than most Terran pre-dreadnought battleships; at 32,000 tons, the final Mark XXXIII was, quite literally, heavier than all but the last generations of pre-space wet-navy battleships had been.

- Bolo! by David Weber
	Start with a honeycombed
	coltan/titanium exoskeleton,
	for 32% greater strength than
	the N1 at half the weight.

	Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES
	Wrap it in CryNet’s patented
	artificial muscle: an armored
	carbon-nanofiber composite
	storing elastic energies of up to
	20 J/cm3, with
	electromechanical coupling
	that exceeds 70% under most
	battlefield conditions.

	Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES
	Sheathe it all in a flexible dopedceramic
	epidermis and a Faraday weave that shields
	against EMPs while still supporting telemetric
	throughput of up to 15 TB/sec.

	Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES
	Put it all together and you have
	a combat chassis that laughs at
	almost anything short of a
	direct hit with a battlefield
	nuke. (In fact, in three out of
	five simulations, the Nanosuit
	2.0 even withstood the pointblank
	detonation of a Lockheed
	AAF 212 Circuit-Breaker™!*)
	And what fuels this unmatched
	combination of power and
	protection? Virtually anything.
	While the N2’s primary
	coupling is compatible with
	any BVN-series hydrogen cell,
	the suit also acquires and stores
	energy automatically from a
	wide range of ambient sources:
	kinetic motion, passive
	What? Oh. Yeah, it is kind of
	amazing how well I can remember
	all these details, isn’t it? But you
	know what really sticks in my
	memory? Just last week I
	remember not having anywhere
	near this good a memory.

	Crysis: Legion, FAMILY VALUES
	"I've got a drone, ma'am!" The sensor tech in Consuela Gonzalez' command tank bent closer to her panel. "Coming up at zero-three-zero relative, altitude three thousand, heading two-niner-seven true. Speed three hundred kph. Range . . . three-six point five klicks and closing!"
	"Damn!" Gonzalez shook her head. So much for misdirection! From the drone's point of origin, the Bolo must be well out on her left flank, but its recon drone was sweeping almost directly perpendicular to her line of advance, as if the machine knew exactly where to look.
	"Kill it!" she barked.
	"Firing," the Wolverine's air defense tech replied, and a laser turret swiveled. A beam of coherent light sizzled through the humid air, and the drone blew up instantly.
	"There goes seven or eight hundred credits of taxpayer's money!" the tech chortled.
	"Well, it's seven or eight hundred credits your great-great-grandma paid, not us," Gonzalez said with a grin. Damn, that felt good! She and Merrit had agreed to a hard-limit of five kilometers; any
	With no interval to provide a margin for error at all, the drone shunted its personality from its own
	AI core to its back-up picofoam complex and at the same time readied the signal cascade that would
	transfer its most important concepts, programs and instructions first to electronic nanocircuitry, then
	to an atomechanical substrate and finally - absolutely as a last resort - to a crude little (though at
	several cubic centimetres also wastefully large) semi-biological brain.

	- Excession
	The Mark XVIII was larger than most Terran pre-dreadnought battleships; at 32,000 tons, the final Mark XXXIII was, quite literally, heavier than all but the last generations of pre-space wet-navy battleships had been.

	- Bolo! by David Weber