Tim Murray
Through space, time and dimension
In a previous thread, I mentioned my "relatively" peaceful opening. After reading the threads, I reworked it. Derak is in a work mode to open the book. The "cliché" opening of waking up did not work. Here it is, 638 words.
Command and Control
Derak took a drink of coffee as he looked over the morning reports on his e-pad, what I wouldn’t give for Martian grown java and real pork. He thought to himself as he consumed his usual breakfast of 3 eggs over easy, 4 strips of synth-bacon and 2 hot buttered pieces of toast with locally grown java. The blank wall in front of him telepathically featured a six by four-foot window.
The view seemed less spectacular than usual to him today. Five years, this job is going to bore me to death before I reach six months. Naval Base Commander, I’d rather be on a black-ops mission now. He stifled a yawn as his view returned to a lush sun-dappled landscape looking out over endless fields of Thresh, a plant resembling Earth’s wheat crops. The three-foot tall grasses were gently swaying in the wind. In the distance, miles away, tree covered foothills rose from the plains with the two Thumarian moons setting. The bigger moon, Shemar, named after the Goddess of fertility and the smaller moon after their sky God, Tumere. Both were glowing gold in the sunrise, when a single contrail split the horizon crossing in front of them, leaving a white streak bisecting their gold luminescence.
In the middle of a bite, his fork stopped in mid-air, his gaze filled with concern. He looked down at his e-pad again, a red alert signal flashed, he read the full report twice.
“Terga?” he asked his private artificial intelligence computer. “When did this come in?”
Derak built Terga fifteen years ago. Communication is transmitted through thoughts received by a surgically implanted organic transmitter/receiver in his brain, similar to telepathic abilities. Thoughts are heard in the form of words and sentences and transmitted back and forth instantaneously. It is a very efficient way to communicate. If privacy is needed, the connection can be temporarily cut.
“2:15 am; the matter requires your immediate attention,” she replied in her melodious voice.
“Who are the CO and XO?”
“The Captain is, Bob Arnold, and the Executive Officer is, Jack Morgan.”
“Are they alright? The damage reports look bad, whole sections of multiple decks are missing, including the hydro-bay.”
“There’s a meeting this morning at Command and Control to go over the incident. Commander Morgan is in command of “The Armstrong.” Captain Arnold is recovering in the hospital.” Terga’s pleasant voice echoed in his mind.
Terga is Derak’s assistant of choice. He also has an Alliance Navy secretary who’s kept busy at (CNC) Command and Control. Terga is based on secret thought control technology. She can only be heard by Derak’s mind.
Similar technology also allows control of his physical environment; room temperature, lights, computer screens and openings in solid walls. It’s called Nano-Level Configuration, or Passive Walls. Changes happen at the nano-bot level. All he has to do is picture what he wants in his mind and it’s done. With Terga, he controls everything. This is accomplished by re-arranging the molecular structure of the walls.
Music and incoming messages come through ocular implants that only Derak can hear. Their memory capacity allows for infinite music storage and total recall of any recorded information.
“Derak, CNC will be followed by a meeting with the Thumarian Ambassador and then you have an inspection of the space docks.” Terga reminded him.
“Who is he and where are we meeting?”
“You’re going to meet “her” in your office.”
“Her? What’s her name?” He inquired with interest.
“Shesain Andehar, the niece of the current Thumarian President.”
“If only you could program yourself to clean-up, you have the auto-kitchen down.”
“I’m your assistant, Derak, not your maid.”
Derak kept his thoughts to himself as he cleaned up his breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, he entered CNC and was greeted by the usual hum of activity.
Command and Control
Derak took a drink of coffee as he looked over the morning reports on his e-pad, what I wouldn’t give for Martian grown java and real pork. He thought to himself as he consumed his usual breakfast of 3 eggs over easy, 4 strips of synth-bacon and 2 hot buttered pieces of toast with locally grown java. The blank wall in front of him telepathically featured a six by four-foot window.
The view seemed less spectacular than usual to him today. Five years, this job is going to bore me to death before I reach six months. Naval Base Commander, I’d rather be on a black-ops mission now. He stifled a yawn as his view returned to a lush sun-dappled landscape looking out over endless fields of Thresh, a plant resembling Earth’s wheat crops. The three-foot tall grasses were gently swaying in the wind. In the distance, miles away, tree covered foothills rose from the plains with the two Thumarian moons setting. The bigger moon, Shemar, named after the Goddess of fertility and the smaller moon after their sky God, Tumere. Both were glowing gold in the sunrise, when a single contrail split the horizon crossing in front of them, leaving a white streak bisecting their gold luminescence.
In the middle of a bite, his fork stopped in mid-air, his gaze filled with concern. He looked down at his e-pad again, a red alert signal flashed, he read the full report twice.
“Terga?” he asked his private artificial intelligence computer. “When did this come in?”
Derak built Terga fifteen years ago. Communication is transmitted through thoughts received by a surgically implanted organic transmitter/receiver in his brain, similar to telepathic abilities. Thoughts are heard in the form of words and sentences and transmitted back and forth instantaneously. It is a very efficient way to communicate. If privacy is needed, the connection can be temporarily cut.
“2:15 am; the matter requires your immediate attention,” she replied in her melodious voice.
“Who are the CO and XO?”
“The Captain is, Bob Arnold, and the Executive Officer is, Jack Morgan.”
“Are they alright? The damage reports look bad, whole sections of multiple decks are missing, including the hydro-bay.”
“There’s a meeting this morning at Command and Control to go over the incident. Commander Morgan is in command of “The Armstrong.” Captain Arnold is recovering in the hospital.” Terga’s pleasant voice echoed in his mind.
Terga is Derak’s assistant of choice. He also has an Alliance Navy secretary who’s kept busy at (CNC) Command and Control. Terga is based on secret thought control technology. She can only be heard by Derak’s mind.
Similar technology also allows control of his physical environment; room temperature, lights, computer screens and openings in solid walls. It’s called Nano-Level Configuration, or Passive Walls. Changes happen at the nano-bot level. All he has to do is picture what he wants in his mind and it’s done. With Terga, he controls everything. This is accomplished by re-arranging the molecular structure of the walls.
Music and incoming messages come through ocular implants that only Derak can hear. Their memory capacity allows for infinite music storage and total recall of any recorded information.
“Derak, CNC will be followed by a meeting with the Thumarian Ambassador and then you have an inspection of the space docks.” Terga reminded him.
“Who is he and where are we meeting?”
“You’re going to meet “her” in your office.”
“Her? What’s her name?” He inquired with interest.
“Shesain Andehar, the niece of the current Thumarian President.”
“If only you could program yourself to clean-up, you have the auto-kitchen down.”
“I’m your assistant, Derak, not your maid.”
Derak kept his thoughts to himself as he cleaned up his breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, he entered CNC and was greeted by the usual hum of activity.