Part II - Discovery, Chapter Eight_Post Human

Part II - Discovery, Chapter Eight

 Discovery

 

 If aliens visit us, the oue would be much as when Columbusnded in America, which didn''t turn out well for the Native Americans.

 - Stephen Hawking

 EXCERPT FROM THE TERRY SMYTH SHOW, DIS-FOX CHANNEL, 2320-07-21

 ...and now lets hear your take on the issue, Dr. Patel, said the talk show host, turning to a man dressed in the obligatoryb coat.

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 What about critics who im this will simply be another thing between the haves and the have-nots, and their worries about the so-called designer babies?

 Dr. Patel visibly scoffed at the notion. That has been ouwed in almost every nation on Earth, and the few that havent are third-world warzones. That issue was put to bed decades ago.

 Careful, I warned.

 Im being careful, said Sakura.

 Watch the corner, said Agrippa.

 I am literally watching all the same cameras you two are, said Sakura testily. And I can split my focus twenty-nine times over. Neither of you can do that, which is why Im moving this, and you arent.

 The alien fusion nt was being carefully moved into one of the chambers near HQ. It had sat on the surface for months as we disassembled the ship piece by piece and carted it into the chamber wed designated the alien room. The process was slow. Id carefully documented each and every bolt, panel and wire as we dissected the only piece of technology we had. The nk storage units were disassembled in myb, but I had stalled on figuring out how to read them. We had no manuals and no secret alien technology libraries. The fuel tanks had been carefully drained of deuterium and tritium, every erg of power had been allowed to ground out, and there was no possible way for the fusion reactor to activate. I had deemed it safe to move the reactor, which would finally allow us to get to the engine pods slung underneath it.

 Up on the surface, wed stripped everyst alien artifact we could find. Wed salvaged alien foodstocks, tools, gear, entertainment equipment, personal effects, electronics of many varieties, thesers that had defended the craft, and anything even vaguely resembling something useful. Wed even stripped away the vacuum suits from the dead aliens for analysis, and put the dead bodies in cold storage. Then I had the craft cut apart by welder wielding drones, for what was left was simple metal, except for the engines and fusion reactor.

 How are the LM3 transports working, Sakura? I asked.

 Like a dream, she said. The impulse engines make moving a lot easier. Treads are great for heavy work, but for precision maneuvering, being able to hover makes it a lot easier.

 Good thing you got that factory online, said Agrippa. Were going to need it.

 I know, Agrippa, I know. I promise, well finalize the timetables forbat drones. Your hangar is nearly dug out.

 First hangar, he corrected. Well need a lot of drones to build an effective defense.

 Right, said Sakura. She carefully guided the fusion reactor into a corner of the storage chamber, or as she had dubbed it, the Alien Room. The room had been broken up withrge shelves extending to the ceiling, with ramps and walkways allowing ess to the upper shelves. One corner of the room was bare of shelves, leaving room for the reactor and the engine pods.

 Following right behind the fusion reactor was a small train of transports carrying the engine pods. Each pod was identical, and had been slung beneath the fusion reactor in a way that had made it very difficult for the drones capable of surface movement to ess, so wed not been able to even peek inside until now. If I had actually gone to the surface, my android body could have fit into the ess hatches that the alien mining crew had used, but the narrow hatches had been too tight for even the smallest drones that we could use up top.

 Fortunately enough, we were able to remove enough floor panels to disassemble the wiring, and had simply cut the exterior housing until we could separate the pods for transport. I was itching to get into them, for they had no visible exhaust ports. I theorized that they were using a variation of the reactionless thrust that I used for my drones. The impulse engines we used relied on the Mach effect and crazy amounts of power, but the thrust was insufficient topare against traditional reaction-based thrusters. While you could use it as thrust in space, an impulse engine would be extremely inefficient when you looked at the energy requirements versus the thrust generated. There was a reason I only used the impulse engines on drones that needed to work in low- to no- gravity areas.

 So the industrial ceramics and advanced polymer factories are online, said Sakura conversationally as the delicate ballet of moving drones continued. We can start assembling advanced cortex units. It would be hand assembly for now, unless you want to design an assembly factory to mass produce them.

 She doesnt have time for that, interjected Agrippa. She already needs to finalize assault drone designs, defensive instations, and coilgun assembly.

 The micro-reactor testing finished a month ago. She still owes me project nning for the distributed power grid redesign, the transport railwork, and general-purpose worker droids.

 I shook my head. That only scratched the surface. I also needed to finish the hydroponics factory design so that Sakura could start producing equipment for a greenhouse, ammunition fabricators and ammo tanks to feed the coilguns, and I really wanted to work on the Mark-III android bodies. The Mark-II prototype was sitting in myb on a bench, mostly disassembled for conversion to Mark-III. Id made it with a biopolymer skin over synthetic muscture. It lost a bit in strength, but gained in facial expressions, flexibility in movement, and had a better internal design for the cortex and internal memory and data storage. Unfortunately, it was a bit too human looking. Apparently, NI intelligences were every bit as creeped out by the Uncanny Valley as humans had been. The creepy face was too much for any of us.

 On top of all that, I was still buried in reverse engineering the alien tech wed recovered. Id made exactly zero progress in understanding their storage architecture despite my education and theplete knowledge of humanitys techbase. Id had a lot more luck with the rest of their technology, as it wasnt too far different from what we used. Sadly, I was finding that in most ways, we were technologically equivalent, or in some cases, better. I did get some improved designs for processing and memory, but that was a marginal improvement, and did little to shed light on the aliens.

 Have you decided on integrating NI-5 cortex units into the military drones? asked Agrippa.

 I have, I replied. Im going to allow several test units to be brought online, to be tested for stability. We dont have the time or the manpower to code custom military algorithms, and we need some governing intelligence for the units, anyway. Its too much work to create semi-autonomous units and then have you or other NI-15 units micromanage.

 I think youre overloaded again, said Sakura. The transports were gently setting down the fusion reactor in the corner. Theyd have to exit the opposite door in the chamber, as the transports with the engine pods were right behind them. You should bring another NI online.

 She wasnt wrong. Id offloaded a lot of work to Agrippa and Sakura. Agrippa was spending his free time studying and nning a greenhouse, and eventually, a biodome. On top of that, he was working with me to adapt Earth-style assault craft for use as space-based defense drones, and the basic Boston Dynamics android temtes for internal security. Sakura was managing over a million square meters of factories, fabrication nts, refineries, and repair facilities. She had not been slow to install NI-5 cortex units in every factory that could use one, affectionately calling them her dwarves. I think she meant Lord of the Rings dwarves as opposed to Disney dwarves, but I wasnt certain. On top of that, Id brought a new datacenter online, which had increased her ability to multitask.

 Despite all that, simple design work alone ate up most of my time. I still had to manage the data center design and implementation, research and development, reverse engineering of alien craft, growth nning, and a thousand other big-picture ns. We were all working 24/7, which meant Agrippa and I were easily doing the work of four or five dedicated humans each, while Sakura was doing the work of dozens. I envied her ability to split her focus in twenty-nine directions, but I had not been purpose-built to do that, and would never be able to do so. Agrippa was optimized in a different direction, and was not able to utilize most of that without the infrastructure, weapons and craft necessary. I mentally moved Mark-III to the top of my list. We needed more help, and I was already stalled on the alien tech.

 The transports for the engine pods were now doing their delicate dance to set down their cargo without damaging it. It was almost artful how they moved. Sakura was directly controlling them rather than allowing their internal controllers do the work. Each engine pod was using two transports to carry the pod, and a second pair to stabilize the load during the trip. Now the top pair was carefully holding the engine pod so that the bottom pair could slide out, allowing the pod to gently drop to the surface.

 A muffled crump came from the Alien Room. Great, she had me calling it that, too. There was practically no atmosphere here, just a few escaped gases from the refineries hundreds of meters away. We had sealed away our advanced manufacturing and data centers behind airlocks and heavy-duty filtration systems, and our data center designs still relied on an artificial atmosphere behind their own st doors to facilitate cooling. But our HQ zone was not sequestered, so theoretically, sound could carry if it was loud enough. I had felt the vibrations through the very walls, however, making the sensors in my torso light off. I immediately fired up the cameras.

 In the Alien Room, the four transports that had been setting the engine pod on the floor were crushed and ttened. Well, not all of them. One of the drones was sliced clean in half, with one half crushed and the other half looking untouched. The engine pod wasying sideways on the floor, dented but otherwise fine.

 Umm, what just happened? I asked.

 I was hiding in the tree in my backyard. Id spent a lot of time climbing this tree, buttely Id been using it as a hiding spot to avoid her. She was always so angry, and I didnt know what happened. All Id said was that I thought women were prettier than men. Then she started yelling about how I should worry more about getting a good husband than I did about wasting my time doing math. It was so confusing. My teacher said we needed to be good at multiplying and dividing fractions so we could do well in middle school.

 Honey? You up there? I heard my fathers voice at the bottom of the tree, even though I couldnt see him. I thought about not saying anything, but I really wanted a hug.

 Im here, I said softly. I wasnt sure hed heard me, but then I felt the slight sway of the tree as he began to climb up. It took him only a minute to settle onto the branch next to mine, facing me.

 Why is Mommy so mad about my test? I asked.

 Oh, pumpkin, he said, pulling me over to him. It was an awkward embrace until I slipped from my branch to hisp. He was big andforting. You are brilliant at math, and I am so very proud of you.

 His words warmed me, and I leaned into him. He kept speaking. Your Mommy found new friends at her church that are a lot like the ones at her fathers church. I dont agree with what they say, but your Mommy does. I think theyre a bad influence.

 I nodded into his chest, my face still pressed against him. Hed told me about bad influences before. That mean girl at school was a bad influence, she was always getting into trouble.

 Is that why we stay home with you instead of going to church with Mommy? I asked.

 Thats part of it, he said. I want you to learn and grow the way that works for you. Im going to stay with you and help you, even if that means I might have to get into fights with Mommy. You just keep up the good work in school. Understand?

 I didnt understand, even a little bit. I nodded anyway. I was hungry. Can I have a snack?

 Heughed. Sure, pumpkin. Lets get you a snack.

 It was an exposed wire on the transport, said Sakura. Shed been investigating for several hours now. The cargo arm that was moving the engine pod escaped the whatever it was and wasying on the ground by the pod. I think it pushed current into the engine pod, and it partially activated for a brief second.

 So the engine pod did this, I said. That was fascinating. For the first time since we started working on the alien craft, this was an advance that was significantly different from what we already knew. Everything else was underwhelmingly ordinary. Theirputer tech was slightly more efficient than our own, although we still didnt understand their storage architecture. I suspected, however, that it was different rather than better. I also suspected that their reactor was going to be a variation on what we already understood. With any luck, we might find a more efficient design for when we started producing our own new micro-reactors. But this looked like it might be a breakthrough in engine design.

 One of the biggest hurdles of space travel was the bnce between speed, fuel and cargo. If you have a lot of cargo mass, the speed you can achieve with the fuel you carry is limited. If you carry more fuel, you can increase your range or you can increase your speed, but at the expense of cargo mass. The only way to shortcut this essential bnce is to improve the efficiency of eleration to fuel consumption. If you can burn less fuel to get more eleration, you can fundamentally alter your ratios of engine to fuel to cargo.

 The alien craft was oriented towards short-haul operation. I had no way of knowing how much food and water the aliens required on a daily basis. However, there was no hydroponics or food production onboard. Assuming simr consumption rates to human males at around 2,100 to 2,500 calories a day, and looking at how many empty food containers they had stored as trash, they had nned for a total trip time of three to four months.

 That only made sense in two scenarios. The first scenario is that the engine pods sitting in our storage area was capable of phenomenal thrusts or relied on scientific principles we simply didnt know or understand. This would allow the aliens to travel for a month or two, stay at their destination for a short period, then travel back. I had a hard time believing that they had some magic tech that made this scenario feasible.

 The second scenario was potentially far scarier for us, and the more likely. This was probably a satellite ship of some sort. There was arger ship that this one would dock to, or sit inside of, for therger, longer trip between stars. As a designer, I could see the benefits of having a big mothership with a huge engine and massive fuel reserves, but having smaller ships to tool around a single star system.

 100,000! Woohoo! came Sakuras excited cry over the radio. Sometimes, keeping up with Sakuras current train of thought could be dizzying, seeing as she had twenty-nine of them at the same time. Id asked her about it once, and shed described it as having a central thought process, with different focuses branching off and running semi-independently while also periodically synching back with the central process. Her central process was focused on managing and integrating all of her sub-processes. In practice, that meant that she leapt from focus to focus at dizzy speeds as they integrated back in. It sounded terribly confusing to me, and often meant she made topic changes at the drop of a hat. Seeing as it worked, however, I wasnt going toin.

 100,000 of what? I asked.

 Drones! Were up to 100,000 drones! I just rolled number 100,000 off the production line. Technically, we passed 100,000 awhile ago, but Ive been scrapping obsolete and inefficient drones as soon as their recements were in service. We teaued for about eleven days.

 What does that mean in practical terms? I asked.

 In practical terms, it means Im digging out entire zones of nine chambers each in a few hours now. I can bring new factories online in days, and integrate them into our production processes within days of certification. Im adding dozens of new NI-5s in factories every day to further optimize production.

 If youre doing that well, when can I get my assault drones in production? asked Agrippa, not unreasonably.

 The first internal security drones will be finished by the end of the day. Geez, you know how to spoil a surprise, grumbled Sakura. I have facilities ready for the assault drones to start as soon as you and Nik finalize the design.

 Nik? asked Agrippa. He didnt even have to finish that thought. In that instant, Mark-III became priority number two. Of the two scenarios, I felt scenario two was the most likely. Id hash it out with Agrippater, but I knew what he was going to say. It was better to n for the worst.

 As soon as were done with analyzing what happened in the Alien Room, lets work on it. I also want to finalize our coil gun emcements and the ammo tank design.

 About that you might want to rey the video feed of the incident, said Agrippa. At quarter-speed.

 I did as he asked, loading up the video and ying it in slow motion. I saw the spark from the transport arm as it touched inside the pod. The arm had been holding a brace inside the pod to carry the partly disassembled engine. The spark arced into the engine and a sh of blue light pulsed from inside the alien artifact. In that moment, I could see a faint distortion as a field of some sort shed on and back off again. At the same time, the four transports were pushed a full meter higher than they had been floating, before an invisible hand crushed them down into the ten-meter-thick steel floor.

 That looks like gravity maniption, said Sakura, clearly looking at the same feed as I was. How did I miss that?

 You were looking for a cause, said Agrippa. I was looking for a weapon.

 A weapon? I mentally shook my head. This wasnt a weapon, it was a malfunctioning engine. This was a powerful reactionless thrust mechanism. The aliens had figured out how to cheat the engine to fuel to cargo bnce. A single fusion engine being able to push a craft that easily had triple the cargo mass, for several months, could be a game changer for us. We needed to figure out this technology, and fast.

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Part II - Discovery, Chapter Eight