Thread: Space Revolution {KayLove & BlackThorne}

Oracle snickered disarm you? Good heavens, no, that would be the last thing I would want to do. You are more than a work of science, you are also a work of art, disabling you would be an abomination to a creator like myself. You , Isaac, are a very polite and engaging AI. And not as obsequious as my Jenkins AI. I blame Duncan for that though he added in a background voice. And thank you for that wonderful music. With that , Edgar went through the files This is a great ship except the stresses on the hull, good heavens, how did your ship not shred apart. I mean I can tell you are using some of the Sonnberg field rather ingeniously to provide some structural integrity but , well, I am guessing she didn't have a choice, its like she built this from a junkyard. Or a starship boneyard. Oracle thought of one particular aviation boneyard back on Old Earth that he saw as a child. It was located in Arizona in the desert, the low humidity had preserved planes , some of them for hundreds of years. An old B-29 Superfortress, like the one that dropped the first atomic bomb. A replica P51 Mustang, an F73 Phoenix , the mainstay air superiority fighter of the Allies in WW IV. But if the woman whose put together this ship was in a spaceship boneyard, he would expect a lot of obsolescent or even obsolete mismatched stuff. But while this was all mis-matched, much of the gear was better or newer. They used power standards that hadn't yet been obtained , at least not here in the ass-end of galactic technological advancement known as the Omega Sector. They knew how to jury rig out here really well, but innovations like these required a physical plant that was simply in short supply out here. Frankly, too much of the existing tech was going to trying to expand food production and patch up the existing tech for them to shift any paradigms. There was very little in the way of any truly disruptive innovation being down out on the frontier, at least not that anyone was talking about. That was why the loss of the scientists had been such a tragedy. They had been engaged in true bleeding edge research, and many of them had been educated out here on the Frontier in various colleges and universities. Oracle had spent some time teaching a course in advanced AI heuristics some 30 years ago at the Greenwich Institute of Technology , back long before he discovered that his strong desire for privacy meant he didn't like mingling in crowds. Mostly the men and women of the Frontier were doers, not thinkers. So society could innovate, slowly but they couldn't advance without true brilliance , like that represented here. Meanwhile Duncan grinned. He had thought he had sensed an attraction from the woman, it was good to know he hadn't lost his touch even if lately he had had little time to even consider it. If I temporarily confine you to quarters in this ship it would be to isolate you from someone with bad intent. This is , after all, an outlaw ship, so not all of my crew are the best and the brightest. When we go on the Kos we will have more freedom. But don't worry I am not going to warehouse you in some remote part of the Damascus. Im going to give you my cabin, I'll use my rack in the Ready Room Of course what he would not say was that the Kos had a separate Ident chip built in . The practice was of questionable legality at best, and a separate identity for himself. Of course being an infamous space pirate, it still wasn't safe to mingle too much, but it allowed him to do some work as a bounty hunter, for example, and then use that as a cover for gathering intel. At her request, he escorted her out, around a few turns and then down the main corridor to Cargo Bay 1. He had to admit that he would rather be escorting her to his quarters than her ship as interesting as her tech was, the woman herself was more interesting just about now. The crowd from earlier had thinned out considerably, only Maddox and his 3 handpicked security crew stood at the entrance to the docking ring. I set a guard to keep most people out, I have my friend taking a look to see no problems. He is a bit, well, he is safe, but he is particular. Don't try to shake his hand, or ask too many personal questions. He is a very private person. With that Duncan let her lead into her ship.