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The Earthers Must Die - Part 1 of 6
This tale is dedicated to the memory of Scottish writer Iain Menzies Banks, creator of the utopic society of named the Culture.
2056 - Base Olympos, Mars
Alena reviewed the latest tissue sample with a slight smile of hope: it didn't have the slightest sign of cancer.
"What did I do differently this time?" she wondered.
She introduced the rest of the tests into the sequencer while taking that sample to her work table. The result intrigued her. The other two hundred samples showed signs of cancer to a greater or lesser extent, but this one was completely free. She took a few cells from the culture and observed them under the microscope. The cells were perfectly healthy, too healthy: she had forced their mitosis cycle to replicate a hundred times faster, but the organelles seemed much younger.
"Gene, can you review the recording and tell me exactly what I did to this sample?"
Gene was the laboratory's AI/robot. It controlled four mechanical arms that emerged from the ceiling and two quadcopters with which it could perform minor tasks. Technically, it could repeat the entire testing cycle autonomously, but Alena liked to prepare the samples personally. Fifteen seconds later, the computer responded.
"Alena, you forgot to introduce the oncovirus into the sample. It's no wonder the cells didn't produce any tumors."
Alena twisted her mouth into a look of disgust and looked at the tissue again, still intrigued by the appearance of the cells. Gene emitted a soft murmur, a signal that he had a comment to add, but that might be uncomfortable for his interlocutor.
"Anything else you want to add Gene?"
"Alena, I'm sure that if you had let me prepare the samples this error would not have occurred."
Alena sighed. Working with Gene was frustrating: he could do everything better than her, and usually in a fraction of the time. On the other hand, she would never have been able to bring her research to that point without his help: Gene was an tireless, efficient and to some extent creative assistant.
"Can you tell me what the result of the other samples was?"
"With pleasure: Tests 43 and 94 are the ones with the least tumor advancement. However, the cells of sample 43 show a noticeable deterioration, which I find intriguing. I will file that sample for a later study. The other sample seems promising... extrapolating the results we obtained, it could translate into five more years of life for people with gallbladder cancer. Very encouraging, given that they usually don't live more than six months."
"I expected a better result."
"It's a pretty good achievement. It's possible that the treatment will be much cheaper than the treatments available on Earth."
"Do you want me to perform any other tests during the night?"
"No, Gene, I'm tired and I can't think of anything else. I'll review the results calmly tomorrow."
She left the laboratory, closed the door and pressed the shut-off button that prevented the AI from continuing to perform tasks on its own in the laboratory. She then went through the full-body scanner before being able to exit to the main hallway on the floor. She walked the distance to the elevator by taking long leaps of four meters. She had been on Mars for three years and still enjoyed taking advantage of the low gravity. The older colonists thought it was a somewhat childish and tasteless gesture, an attitude that could only be explained as envy: the first colonists had lost much of their muscle mass and it was impossible for them to jump that way.
She descended five floors to the ground floor, left the genetic research building and put on her archaic extended reality lenses. Almost all of her friends had already gone to bed. Only Renan was still working in the AI laboratory.
Somewhat frustrated, Alena looked at her watch, it was late: ten thirty. She stored the shell containing the virus-free sample in the refrigerator to continue analyzing it tomorrow. Then she organized the equipment on her work table and turned off the main light in the laboratory.
"Do you have time to go to dinner?" she subvocalized.
"I don't know ... what do retro girls from Earth eat?"
"Roasted beef on a bonfire."
Renan sent her several horrified face emojis.
"Even if you have enough pergs to buy a cow, I don't think Tharsis will let you start a bonfire ... oxygen and trees are a highly valuable resource here."
"I'll have to settle for vat-cultivated meat."
"That's more acceptable. Where and at what time do we meet?"
"In Marajó in half an hour. Before I want to swim for a while, the back pain is killing me," said Alena.
"Marajó? Martian-Brazilian skewers? Is that what you're craving or are you doing it to please me?" asked Renan.
"Both," Alena replied.
Alena walked to the south shore of the park. Only five people were swimming in the immense Olympic pool. She took a towel from the automatic dispenser, undressed and left her clothes on a sun lounger. She climbed the diving board, ran to the tip and jumped with all her might. She rose two meters and turned before diving into the water.
She took four laps swimming on her back and two swimming freestyle. When she got out, she found Renan lying on one of the sun loungers. She took a towel and covered herself with it while wringing out her hair.
"I thought we would meet in Marajó," said Renan.
"And miss out on those curves? Not in my dreams," replied Alena.
Alena finished drying herself and dressed without Renan taking his eyes off her.
"Let's go," Renan said as he got up from the sun lounger. "I'm starving."
They walked in silence to the restaurant. Alena looked at the dome that covered the park fifty meters above them. The triple layer of plastic and the two meters of water trapped between the two lower layers did not allow them to see the stars. She felt nostalgic for the Earth's sky.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Renan walked directly to an interior table.
"I like to sit outside," Alena protested.
"There's a rain programmed in half an hour," warned Renan.
"Yes, it's okay, I like the rain," Alena said.
[1] *Perg – Peta Erg, the martian currency equivalent to 23,884 Kilocalories. A Mars colonist receives at least 18 Pergs per work day, roughly equivalent to 50 USD in 2023.
This tale is dedicated to the memory of Scottish writer Iain Menzies Banks, creator of the utopic society of named the Culture.
2056 - Base Olympos, Mars
Alena reviewed the latest tissue sample with a slight smile of hope: it didn't have the slightest sign of cancer.
"What did I do differently this time?" she wondered.
She introduced the rest of the tests into the sequencer while taking that sample to her work table. The result intrigued her. The other two hundred samples showed signs of cancer to a greater or lesser extent, but this one was completely free. She took a few cells from the culture and observed them under the microscope. The cells were perfectly healthy, too healthy: she had forced their mitosis cycle to replicate a hundred times faster, but the organelles seemed much younger.
"Gene, can you review the recording and tell me exactly what I did to this sample?"
Gene was the laboratory's AI/robot. It controlled four mechanical arms that emerged from the ceiling and two quadcopters with which it could perform minor tasks. Technically, it could repeat the entire testing cycle autonomously, but Alena liked to prepare the samples personally. Fifteen seconds later, the computer responded.
"Alena, you forgot to introduce the oncovirus into the sample. It's no wonder the cells didn't produce any tumors."
Alena twisted her mouth into a look of disgust and looked at the tissue again, still intrigued by the appearance of the cells. Gene emitted a soft murmur, a signal that he had a comment to add, but that might be uncomfortable for his interlocutor.
"Anything else you want to add Gene?"
"Alena, I'm sure that if you had let me prepare the samples this error would not have occurred."
Alena sighed. Working with Gene was frustrating: he could do everything better than her, and usually in a fraction of the time. On the other hand, she would never have been able to bring her research to that point without his help: Gene was an tireless, efficient and to some extent creative assistant.
"Can you tell me what the result of the other samples was?"
"With pleasure: Tests 43 and 94 are the ones with the least tumor advancement. However, the cells of sample 43 show a noticeable deterioration, which I find intriguing. I will file that sample for a later study. The other sample seems promising... extrapolating the results we obtained, it could translate into five more years of life for people with gallbladder cancer. Very encouraging, given that they usually don't live more than six months."
"I expected a better result."
"It's a pretty good achievement. It's possible that the treatment will be much cheaper than the treatments available on Earth."
"Do you want me to perform any other tests during the night?"
"No, Gene, I'm tired and I can't think of anything else. I'll review the results calmly tomorrow."
She left the laboratory, closed the door and pressed the shut-off button that prevented the AI from continuing to perform tasks on its own in the laboratory. She then went through the full-body scanner before being able to exit to the main hallway on the floor. She walked the distance to the elevator by taking long leaps of four meters. She had been on Mars for three years and still enjoyed taking advantage of the low gravity. The older colonists thought it was a somewhat childish and tasteless gesture, an attitude that could only be explained as envy: the first colonists had lost much of their muscle mass and it was impossible for them to jump that way.
She descended five floors to the ground floor, left the genetic research building and put on her archaic extended reality lenses. Almost all of her friends had already gone to bed. Only Renan was still working in the AI laboratory.
Somewhat frustrated, Alena looked at her watch, it was late: ten thirty. She stored the shell containing the virus-free sample in the refrigerator to continue analyzing it tomorrow. Then she organized the equipment on her work table and turned off the main light in the laboratory.
"Do you have time to go to dinner?" she subvocalized.
"I don't know ... what do retro girls from Earth eat?"
"Roasted beef on a bonfire."
Renan sent her several horrified face emojis.
"Even if you have enough pergs to buy a cow, I don't think Tharsis will let you start a bonfire ... oxygen and trees are a highly valuable resource here."
"I'll have to settle for vat-cultivated meat."
"That's more acceptable. Where and at what time do we meet?"
"In Marajó in half an hour. Before I want to swim for a while, the back pain is killing me," said Alena.
"Marajó? Martian-Brazilian skewers? Is that what you're craving or are you doing it to please me?" asked Renan.
"Both," Alena replied.
Alena walked to the south shore of the park. Only five people were swimming in the immense Olympic pool. She took a towel from the automatic dispenser, undressed and left her clothes on a sun lounger. She climbed the diving board, ran to the tip and jumped with all her might. She rose two meters and turned before diving into the water.
She took four laps swimming on her back and two swimming freestyle. When she got out, she found Renan lying on one of the sun loungers. She took a towel and covered herself with it while wringing out her hair.
"I thought we would meet in Marajó," said Renan.
"And miss out on those curves? Not in my dreams," replied Alena.
Alena finished drying herself and dressed without Renan taking his eyes off her.
"Let's go," Renan said as he got up from the sun lounger. "I'm starving."
They walked in silence to the restaurant. Alena looked at the dome that covered the park fifty meters above them. The triple layer of plastic and the two meters of water trapped between the two lower layers did not allow them to see the stars. She felt nostalgic for the Earth's sky.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Renan walked directly to an interior table.
"I like to sit outside," Alena protested.
"There's a rain programmed in half an hour," warned Renan.
"Yes, it's okay, I like the rain," Alena said.
[1] *Perg – Peta Erg, the martian currency equivalent to 23,884 Kilocalories. A Mars colonist receives at least 18 Pergs per work day, roughly equivalent to 50 USD in 2023.