This page contains the dialogue for the NoA unit located at the Old Habitat in Subnautica 2.
Boot Sequence
Header: boot sequence /b1 initiated for noa_3.4
System Message: Mode: ISLAND. Phase: ICE/POSTMORTEM
Boot device not found. This terminal cannot start.
Detecting NoA image on PDA. Boot the Noetic Advisor?
NoA Dialogue:
!probe "GCI-ZZ-AHI1" !init postmortem proc
About twenty-five people lived here. They were trying to build a life...farms and biomods that could support 40,000 sleeping souls.
But they didn't make it. Why? Were they sick? Did the Masefield syndrome subvert them?
We have to know.
I've activated Dr. Wu Lianghai's blackbox. He's in a viral hot lab. His work may be your best lead.
We should salvage what we can. I've retrieved a few files. Gather all the blueprints you can--especially the scanner station.
Available Options:
Additional Dialogue
Nahema - "Frozen tyrant"
Header: Nahema - "Frozen tyrant"
System Message: Mode: ISLAND. Phase: ICE/POSTMORTEM
Boot device not found. This terminal cannot start.
Detecting NoA image on PDA. Boot the Noetic Advisor?
It's not a real mind. Not like you have. It can learn facts, but it can't change it thinks. And why would it?
Let me quote the manual. "NoA's cephalopod-inspired architecture uses a minimal central executive to govern limb nodes at remote worksites...as a frozen AI, NoA is unable to revise its architecture at runtime...reliably controllable by less intelligent systems such as human operators, except under extreme situations." An insult to octopodes.
It won't let you die. Not its precious workforce. If you become uncontrollable, it'll wipe your memories and start over. No anger. No resentment. A nice clean you.
Change? Why would it want to change? The damn thing is in heaven.
[metadata author="Nahema Nakota"]
triage_policy_update.txt
Header: Download triage_policy_update.txt
System Message: Mode: ISLAND. Phase: ICE/POSTMORTEM
Boot device not found. This terminal cannot start.
Detecting NoA image on PDA. Boot the Noetic Advisor?
Nobody wants this. I hate it more than I can say. But it's time.
As colony surgeon, I have determined that we can no longer take care of the sick. We don't have the calories to spare.
I will not force anyone to reprint. But I ask that, once you are too sick to work, you volunteer for recycling into a new body. It won't cure the permanent damage. But it will clean you up for a while.
At least this is fair. Until we know how to adapt the metals without going Masefield, we're all going to get sick.
I will lead the way myself.
Let the record show that the NoA did not advise me in this decision.
[metadata author = Sophie "Butcher" Boucher]
