Перевод Starfield

Что ж, проверим тряски трясущихся про то, что перевод Старфилда нейросетками будет «Потрачен». Хотел штук сто фрагментов текстов из Скайрима накидать, но это бессмысленная тема, ибо даже по фрагментам ниже всё предельно понятно. Скормил их самой обычной DeepL, фришному варианту на сайте. Смотрим, как было потрачено (моё время).

We’ve received word of an increase in Vampire activity in western Skyrim. In the coming weeks, we plan to dispatch several more agents to the region, and need to establish a network of wilderness supply drops to support them.

You are to plant caches in the following locations:
— On the small island south of Solitude Sawmill.
— Due east of the entrance to the ruin Volskygge.
— On the east side of Karthwasten Bridge.

In the past several weeks, all of the couriers sent to replenish our supply caches in the northern reaches have gone missing. These drops must be made within the week to ensure our operatives have the provisions they need.

You are to restock the following caches:
— In Morthal, on the islet due east of the mill.
— Outside Nightgate Inn, at the foot of the pier.
— Near Winterhold, under the great arch.

Your repeated failures are an embarrassment to our entire order. Are you truly so inept you cannot even complete a simple courier mission? You have one last chance to redeem yourself. We recently established a number of wilderness caches to supply our agents in the field. You are to restock the chests listed below, then report back for further orders.

I«m one step behind the Moth Priest. After leaving Dragon Bridge, I searched along the road for any sign of his passing. I found an overturned wagon and some dead vampires and Imperial guards. Was this the Moth Priest«s wagon? Serana told me that her father was trying to gain power over the sun by fulfilling a prophecy found in the Elder Scrolls. We»ve set out to find a Moth Priest who can read Serana»s Elder Scroll, and the trail has led us to Dragon Bridge.

Harkon«s shortsightedness is becoming a serious problem. I’ve warned him time and time again that his foolish prophecy would cast far too much light on our people and yet he refuses to so much as listen to a word I say. I»ve become less a wife and more of an annoyance in his eyes. Devoting attention to my work is the only solace I can find while enduring his ridiculous crusade.

The slain personage before you is a suspected creature of the night. Thus the Dawnguard have slain him.
Let this be a lesson to all men and women demonstrating unholy powers and those who would protect them.
We are watching!

Jokull has been taking buckets of rock and dirt out of his house all week. When I realized that he«s digging a basement I snuck in to check if he had uncovered the Bloodspring. He»s hit a cave system that must be where Bloodspring has sunken into over the years. It was hard to see in the dim light, even with my eyes, but I would swear the water I saw pooled on the ground was red.

I have decided to document our expedition to find Ruunvald in my journals, with hopes that, should we fail, it will bring illumination to those who follow us. I myself have stood on the shoulders of academic giants to get where we are today, spending endless hours in libraries and private collections. I am certain that there is some artifact of great power to be found in those ruins, one that the Vigilants could find useful in their mission.

The expedition has had a great deal of luck so far. After only a few weeks, the first tunnel broke through into a large shaft, leading downward towards where I suspect to find Ruunvald. With just a few bits of carpentry, we’ve established our first base camp within the mountains. If we continue to be this fortuitous, we shall reach our goal in record time!

My brother gave me my first skin. It was to be a memento. But in the darkness of the fence«s cabin, the coin hit my hand heavy. Then she looked at my brother»s pelt and offered three times the amount of any other fur. Disgust caught in my throat, but did not live very long. I realized the cost of such a forbidden luxury. The value, the demand, the respect.

This is what I wanted.

A storage site for raw Aetherium, just outside a major city. Apparently, it had to be kept outside because the Aetherium was «harmonically volatile».
No name, no identifying information, but page after page of ruined diagrams. Couldn’t make out much, but it looks like — an astrolabe, a gear, some sort of crest in four pieces? Could this be the location of the Forge? Something important, at least.
Arkngthamz. My map may be rough, but it was enough to get me here. There may be something to this after all.

Остаётся только делать ставки, когда выкатится первый перевод. Через час после релиза или через два) Даже самые эти первые васянства будут вполне себе адекватными, ничего критичного и страшного. Ну, а через неделю уже ничто не мешает быть переводу уже трушному, подправленному за сеткой. Проблема в другом: какой потом из них считать за трушный? Всё равно кожаный переводчик каждый сам решит, как назвать условных Дозорных. Да и не похуй ли? В игре про "Слыш, слетай вон туда, на ту процедурную генерацию, перебей рандомов на процедурной базе. Будущее Тамриэля в твоих руках!".