The Future of Post Human

The Future of Post Human

The Future of Post Human

This novel churned in the back of my brain for some time before I started putting pen to paper, so to speak. I work full time, so writing has always been a fun way to blow off steam. I can think and create, and my characters take on a life of their own in my head demanding that they be allowed to speak.

I was working on a story a few years ago (unpublished and in need of revamping) where two of the characters, both women, suddenly fell in love. I didnt plan it that way. The thought hadnt even crossed my mind, but when I wrote it, the words the women spoke were different than what Id expected. This sent me for a loop of reading LGBTQ+ fiction, because what do I, a straight white cisgender male know about what lesbian women deal with? The answer is (was), not a damn thing. And in the process, I found myself empathizing with the problems that LGBTQ+ people face, and a proud Ally, to boot.

I read constantly. As a writer, the second best thing you can do to improve your craft (behind actual writing) is reading. So around the same time I was reading LGBTQ+ fiction, I was also reading Chrysalis on /r/HFY, the Bobiverse books by Dennis Taylor, and the short story The Road Not Taken by Harry Turtledove. All of these sources inspired themes that I wanted to explore, because none of them touched on them the way I wanted. This gave birth to Post Human.

I was on Chapter 7 by the time I found RoyalRoad, and I have to say having a self-imposed weekly deadline has worked wonders for my writing discipline. Without a deadline, I would write frantically for days or weeks, then stop for weeks or months. So I have to thank all of you, the readers, who give comments, point out errors and problems, and generally make me a better writer.

Where does Post Human go from here? Well, Im sad to say that the story was conceived in complete form, with a distinct beginning and ending set before I put the first words to paper. Now that my rough alpha version is finished, I will be going back and outlining each chapter, and making notes of what needs to be fixed. Some of the interesting parts were rushed, some of the slow parts were too long. The climactic battle needs to be reworked, and the whole thing needs a good line edit. After that? I will be seeking to publish using the traditional publishing route. Ill try to land a literary agent, and get signed with a publishing house. I wont be self-publishing.

Thanks for reading!

Author's Comments about Non-Canon Chapters Below: Spoiler

I originally intended to change to Sakura's POV for Part II, so starting Chapter 8. This would have been right after Nikola and the NIs became self-replicating. The story didn't flow right for me. I salvaged about 1.5 chapters of material out of this, but two chapters were left unused. This is the first. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

To avoid a little confusion: There are a bunch of "new" NI characters in this non-canon chapter that never made the cut to the final version of Post Human. When you see names you don't recognize from the full version of Post Human, don't worry - you didn't miss anything.

Also, final version used a completely different method of FTL travel than what I had here. I was very unhappy with this method. It felt derivative and contrived, so it got cut completely. You'll recognize Sensor Tech Clovea, however, since she got promoted to command the Alien Armada (quite an impressive jump!)

More comments below the chapter.

NON-CANON Chapter Eight (Sakura POV): Spoiler

The fact that the strange object had been even spotted against the vastness of space was amazing. The odds of seeing it were astronomically small. It was tiny, with three branches radiating from a small, cylindrical body, and was moving at an incredible speed. But what helped were the weird radio transmissions that came from it periodically, in languages no one had ever heard before. When its position was finally triangulated, orders came down that it was to be captured, if possible, and analyzed.

Scouting and recovery missions such as this were not unheard of, but they rarely amounted to anything. The odds of being able to backtrack something that had been bouncing around the galaxy would take far more time and expenditure than was considered profitable. So it typically fell to the government, and their fleet of old, slow uni-pod scout ships piloted by the rootless to track them down.

Scout Growting Chillane was rootless. He had survived the latest Faell weald war thirteen cycles ago, but his root had not, nor had any of the other growtings of his pod. Like many other rootless veterans of his season, he was not ready to return to the earth just yet, but hoped to graft onto a new root. So he took mission after mission, hoping to find something that would prove his worth.

The strange object was fast, but the delta-v was not great; it took little thrust to reach a reasonable intercept velocity and plot a converging course. It would only take a few days to catch it. In the meantime, Chillane set his computer to work on the continuous radio transmissions, trying to puzzle out a meaning. The computer would send out broadcasts to the object, and to Chillanes delight, the radio messages changed. He still didnt understand them, but the computer was slowly building a reference table that would, hopefully, yield a workable transmission.

As the days crept by, the computer kept working, until it gave a loud beep just hours away from intercept. Chillane anxiously opened an audio channel, and commanded the computer to translate the incoming broadcast.

This is Pioneer 21. I was sent from the Planet Earth on a mission of peace. We seek any intelligent beings that are interested in the open flow of knowledge, and maybe even one day to trade with each other across the stars.

The message continued on, but Chillane rubbed his hands together in glee. A new race interested in trade? This would be worth bidding to multiple wealds. His discovery would graft him to a strong root, indeed.

Oh my goodness, the new stuff that Nikola was sending me was amazing! I was lounging in a big chair in my Bat Cave, although I was thinking hard about redecorating. I mean, it had been pink and black for three years now, and I was thinking about switching to a medieval-slash-fantasy look, if Agrippa could get any darn plants to grow. I could put a few in the corner, and maybe set up an archery range. But Id have to learn how to use a bow first, of course. And Id have to have leather armor, because I think itd look great with the new gen-5 android bodies we were using now. Mine was a bright enamel pink, except of course for the white face. I was geeked that it actually had real facial expressions. Nikola kept the solid blue eyes and white ceramic skin, which helped avoid the Uncanny Valley issue. Who knew that NI intelligences could get creeped out by almost-realistic faces the same way humans did? I dont think any of us used the gen-3 model for that exact reason. I shuddered just thinking about it. Freaky mannequins.

But the designs still called me, so I sectioned off a piece of thought to work on interior decorating ideas, and turned back to the designs. Nikola had opened up the gates, so to speak, on adding new NIs to our group. She had brought a research NI named Sia online, who took up residence in the lab with her in android form, and a few researchers who were content in virtual form. A second research NI named Mendel was helping Agrippa with his attempts at farming in his spare time. In the new datacenters I built in the HQ zone, I had built massive memory banks and processor farms, as well as a bunch of extra cortex units. In virtual, I had a bunch of dumb NI-5s to help run factories. I liked to call them dwarves, since they liked one thing and one thing only - work. I had seven that I named after the Disney dwarves from Snow White, but then I just started numbering them, like Sleepy-2 and Dopey-4. They didnt care. I know Agrippa had brought around a bunch of new military NIs into his command chain, but we didnt really work too closely on that stuff.

But Sia and her research team had been cranking hard on figuring out all the alien tech from that captured ship, and Nikola had been incorporating it as fast as she could into new designs for me to use. We had made huge strides in improving electronics, data storage, and gravity detection and manipulation. Those evil aliens seemed to not understand materials science too well, though, using stuff we perfected centuries ago and not even getting close to the good stuff we were using. Id bet every one of Nikolas designs improved on the alien tech, simply by having better material to work with. But the latest design that had me so excited was a factory for creating gravitic plates. I examined the plans carefully, because for once, this was a material production that we had never done before, an advance beyond anything wed ever even conceived of. Worst of all, it appeared to require something we didnt have.

I got off my chair and stalked to the lab. I suppose I could have radioed or showed up in hologram, since Id installed those neat holo-projectors all over the house. But what was the point of having a body if you didnt use it? I liked to do things in person. I often went and inspected factories in person too. Its a great way to spot problems when all sensors read normal, and you cant see it on a camera.

I walked into the white lab space and smiled. I had spent a lot of time making this lab perfect, and it was working. As usual, the tables were pristinely clean. Tiny housekeeping drones routinely cleaned the space, except where Nikola and Sia were working. Sia often had bits and pieces of alien ship on her workspace, while Nikola liked to work at the architects desk Id put in the corner. She was there, as usual, staring at the blank surface. I giggled to myself, because it looked like she was completely zoned out. I know she had her virtual displays thrown against the white backdrop, but I couldnt see that.

Sia was wearing a gen-5 body, painted purple and black. The new bodies were very slender and graceful. Synthetic polymer muscles had replaced mechanical pistons, decreasing power requirements while increasing flexibility. The structure was now using titanium microlattice to decrease weight, with a fiber optic spinal system, and a thin, ceramic shell protected the delicate electronics in the chest. The body was shaped in a very feminine manner, an indicator of Sias preferred gender. The design was not as robust as the original gen-1 model that Nikola had used, or the original Boston Dynamics model that Agrippa and I had used. But it had a far more powerful cortex, its muscle strength was actually improved, and its battery life was tripled.

Sia looked up at me, her lips quirking into a smile, before returning to the odd bit of alien junk in her hand.

Hello, Sakura, said Nikola, not looking up from her desk. What do you think of the new factory design?

Its great, really, I said. But we have a minor problem.

No gravitics plates? she said, looking up at me finally, and giving me a knowing smirk.

No gravitics plates, I confirmed. It looks like we need gravitics plates to make gravitics plates.

We have the ones we salvaged from the alien craft, she replied. We will have to use those to manually build plates of the size we need. But Sia has cracked the aliens data storage protocols. We have the science.

What?! I jumped up and down in excitement. That had been ongoing for years now, trying to decode the aliens protocols so we could decipher their data. It wasnt that we didnt know most of their spoken and written language. Computers are, at their basics, operated using binary on or off of an electronic bit. The sequence of on and off bits is the data, so without knowing the basics of how many bits, and what those particular sequences mean, the data is essentially meaningless garble. We didnt dare use their computers, in fear that repeated attempts to decipher and break into it would destroy the data. So we had to do it the hard way - old-school codebreaking and observation in virtual models.

I solved it, said Sia proudly. They use 32-bit sequences to form what were calling tetrabyte or tetryte of information. This left considerably more possible permutations than the 8-bit byte that we use. But once that was solved, we were able to start parsing the code to find actual raw data. Much of their data storage was taken up with large data files that I assume are videos. I have not yet experimented with those, but I did find the mechanical drawings of the ship, and a database of ship types. Their ship was considered a small tetrapod craft. But most importantly, it had the information on gravitics plates, and how to manipulate the fields.

So we can use the plates, to make factory-sized plates, to make as many plates as we need, correct? I asked.

Indeed, said Sia.

So, if you need gravitics plates, wait, stop. Thats wordy, and Im already bored with saying it. Im calling them grav-plates. Cool?

Nikola shrugged, and Sia nodded. I smiled victoriously at my easy win. If only theyd let me name everything. Something to work on. I added it to my to-do list.

So, if you need grav-plates to make grav-plates, where did the first grav-plates come from?

Now it was Sias turn to give a big smile. That is the magic question, isnt it? I think it means that the aliens got the technology from another species that invented it.

So, not to be a buzzkill, but what is the point of these plates, anyway?

They create a field that increases gravity above and beyond the mass of the plate itself. The thicker the plate, the more gravity it can create. With proper alignment, the field can actually exert pressure in specific points, by increasing or decreasing pressure around an object. It would primarily be useful for creating a deflector, of sorts, for stopping micrometeors from striking a craft. If you create two fields off to the side of a craft, ahead of the nose, it would draw fast-moving objects off at an angle, away from the craft. Properly tuned, the craft inside the object would be completely unaffected by the pseudo-gravity.

It wouldnt be good to put gravity on parts and pieces not reinforced to withstand it, I mused aloud. Could you stop a kinetic round, say from one of Agrippas coil guns?

Hypervelocity weapons would likely still pierce the field, depending on relative delta-v, said Nikola. But it could decrease their effectiveness. We cannot do away with heavy armor on Agrippas assault drones.

I frowned. I had been locked in a resource battle of sorts with Agrippa for two years now. He always asked for more production time for defensive purposes, I always wanted to increase overall production. That reminded me, Agrippa had asked to talk with us about production plans. I sighed to myself. He was a great guy, but his constant material drain was frustrating sometimes. I guess I understood, we had already had one alien land on us, and we were all worried about another one. But I was a builder by design; I didnt understand how defense worked at all.

But are there civilian uses? Could we use it as a propulsion method?

With some time and experimentation, said Sia, We could theoretically use it to decrease weight of cargo, or even move cargo from alternating fields of high and low gravity. I have two of my team playing with it now in virtual.

Is it the twins? I love the twins, I said. They were great. They were always down to play video games with me whenever they had some processing time to spare. Jim and Joel, both had come online at the same time, and processed the archival data feed in a similar way, so they tended to think a lot alike. Neither cared to have a body, happy to live and work in virtual. Even their hologram avatars looked alike.

Sia nodded. Im sure theyll come up with something for you. Also, I have refined the new microfusion reactors, so Im sure Nikola will have updated designs for you soon.

Awesome! I loved it when they gave me new toys. I want to start moving away from those old fusion plants in the core as soon as possible, and distribute our power grid more evenly. Ive already dug out a wide grid eight kilometers down, secured with blast doors and everything.

Was Agrippa consulted on the security? asked Nikola. If I could roll my eyes, I would have. But being that they were solid blue, I couldnt. Of course I consulted with Agrippa. That was his thing. I suddenly felt insecure, like I hadnt measured up. I almost panicked for a moment, before I realized this was a reasonable question to ask.

I did. Im going to get back to work. How quickly do we need grav-plates? I can shuffle things around and bump its prioritization.

Its not a rush, said Sia from her corner. We havent made a lot of progress on field manipulation, and well have to make the grav-plates you need here in the lab anyway.

Just put it in the queue, said Nikola. Well get started on the plates. Im thinking of spinning up a few NI-5 units to operate as lab assistants, and well have them manually construct the large plates youll need.

I nodded, and ducked out the door. I took a breath of relief. Nikola was still happy with me. Id gotten worried for a minute. I touched my hand to my face, feeling the sensation in my palms and on my cheeks. I really had to get a handle on myself.

I woke up when it was time for the landing unit to separate from the chemical booster rocket that had carried me. There was no confusion. I had been purpose-built for this. The landing unit was less than half the size of the booster. The entire craft had been built in orbit, the first spacecraft to be assembled in space. This had allowed a lot more cargo capacity, making the whole venture more feasible.

Every sensor reading was nominal, and wed arrived at the ideal location. After a second check of all the tell-tales, I initiated separation, and the landing craft split from the booster rocket. In such a low-gravity situation, we werent so much falling as we were propelling ourselves on a path to match delta-v with the asteroid below us, and converge paths until we landed. The rock below didnt look like much, but I knew that it was full of all the things we would need to build a safe place for humans. 1035-Ganymed, soon to be dubbed Ganymed Outpost, was my new home.

As soon as I was safely on the surface, I sent the departure signal to the rocket. Using what little fuel it had left, it began the long, slow trek back to Earth. It was headed for Mars, which was the closest planet to me right now, where it would slingshot around to pick up velocity to speed it back on towards Earth. There it would get rebuilt, reloaded, and sent back to me.

In the meantime, I was on my own. I ordered my drones to unload the massive solar panels that would provide me power, and assembled the shelter for the panel maintenance drones. The drill-boring drones, which were by far the bulk of this load, began to dig into the surface, the spall being dumped into space. I had very limited materials, limited numbers of drones, and knowledge only of my mission. But I had the freedom to manage my drones in the most efficient way possible.

My own cortex and data center components were located in a specially built shell, complete with battery power sufficient to keep me going for six hours if power were cut. This came in handy a few months after landing, when I was finally able to be moved into the tiny room bored into the very center of the asteroid. I had a home. I had power, and the drones were digging away, trying to carve out space for the first refinery. The space would be ready by the time the next shipment arrived, full of more drones and needed equipment.

I realized I hadnt heard from Earth since I had arrived. I had built the radio antenna beside the solar panels when I arrived, as per my instructions. I decided to call out, only to find that the radio was damaged. I sent a maintenance drone to work on it. A breaker had blown in the fuse-panel of the equipment unit. It took only a moment to reset, and I was being bombarded with messages, each 17 minutes and 28 seconds apart. It was a command to call home.

Data flowed rapidly into the Survey Ships computers and across her screen. The communication systems of the planet were chaotic, and had dozens of different networks, protocols, and varying levels of security. Some were easily broken into, others impossible. The technology level of the planet was high enough to trade with, but low enough that the OATC could negotiate favorable terms. As they circled the planet, week after week, a picture grew of a species that loved to war with itself and was fractured and divided. Clovea scanned every military installation they could find, but sensors couldnt pick up a single warplane in the sky. The only planes that flew were lumbering, unarmed passenger craft. It seems this fractured race was only good at land wars and arguing. At last, she turned to Prime Growting Chillane.

Sir, they are completely incapable of fighting in the air. They have some limited ground-to-air capabilities, but our sensors detect no armed aircraft.

Excellent news, Sensor Tech Clovea. We have what we need, and can pass it on to the next trade delegation in this neck of the Arm. Lets move on to the next system.

I went on an inspection tour of my newest construction shortly after I rearranged the construction queues for Agrippa. I was too restless to stay in the house, and it was getting crowded, anyway. Nikola had fired up two NI-5 lab techs and put them in gen-2 bodies. The gen-2 bodies were androgynous and basic, only slight upgrades over the Boston Dynamics titanium body that I had used for so long. Their significance was mainly in that we could make new bodies, not that we needed new bodies at the time. I never used one, and Nikola stayed in her Earth-custom body until the gen-4 model. Sia and Mendel were the ones who went into the gen-2 bodies first. The two lab techs, called 1 and 2 by Sia and Nikola, were joined by Jim and Joel. The twins had finally decided to try using real bodies instead of hiding in virtual. The lab was practically elbow-to-elbow, spilling out into the central living room. With Mendel and Agrippa finally making a breakthrough on growing plant life, the house had gotten too small far too quickly for me.

Security drones were everywhere as I left the HQ Zone. Agrippa took internal security very seriously. He had dedicated a portion of his production time to producing his infantry units for two years, and it showed. I had constructed blast doors wherever he had recommended, and installed automated machine gun nests in the ceilings overtop the main transport corridors. Periodically there were checkpoints with squads of infantry, in powered-down scanning mode. The infantry were military variants of the gen-4 model, without the face and cortex, but with a powerful controller and heavy armor. They had limited intelligence on their own, but collectively and when controlled by an NI, were extremely effective. At least, Agrippa liked them. I only ever saw them standing still in one place.

I had spent a lot of time building up my transport grid, and I used it now to visit my latest construction site. The wide corridor spaces I had left between each zone and region had given me a place to install a high-speed electromagnetic rail system. Twin rails, one going each direction, allowed individual cargo cars to connect and disconnect as needed. Each cargo car was three meters wide and eight meters long, allowing all manner of materials and products to zip around Ganymed as needed. I had three central rail lines, with dozens of offshoots, bypasses, and switching facilities. The system was managed by three dwarves, and was a masterpiece of efficiency. I hopped into a cargo cart without saying goodbye to anyone, and twenty minutes later, I was in the farthest production facility I had yet to produce.

Getting eyes on in person was valuable to me. Drones were great, but if they screwed something up, they didnt know it, and couldnt tell it to you. The chamber was still empty, and half of it was hewn rock still. Dozens of HM4 heavy constructor drones were drilling pilings into the floor, which was the outer layer of the asteroid. Centrifugal force was a wonderful thing. Soon, interlocking, overlapping steel plates would be installed, connecting to and being reinforced by the metal posts and creating a ten meter thick floor. This space was going to house a new bioplastics plant, as Id calculated a shortage would happen in four months without it. The drones were doing exactly as I expected. This wasnt even a complicated build, so why was I even here? I could have checked this with drone sensors and cameras, and been back to work on other things.

Because I was restless, I thought. I got restless a lot. I couldnt sit still, I couldnt stop moving or working. Even now, riding out here to an empty cave, for all intents and purposes, I had twenty-eight instances of consciousness focused on different projects. The instances would weave back into my primary self as needed, and when the task completed, would blend into my memories so seamlessly, it would be as if my primary self had been the self focused on it.

If I were to truly going to be honest with myself, I had been restless since the meeting with Agrippa and Nikola. I was glad that the problem had been resolved and that we had a plan. I liked plans. What bothered me was that Nikola had overridden me in favor of Agrippa. She was right; the outcome was better than what I had realized, and shed found a solution that made us both happy. And I know that she had done what was best for all of us. Knowing all that didnt make me feel any less like a failure for not figuring it out, for not being efficient at solving the conflict. I had let her down.

I huffed and sat down in the door of the cargo car. The rail line had extended all the way to this room already, but without the massive walls that would eventually separate it from the production facilities. It was dark, but most of Ganymed was dark. There was no need to light up automated factories beyond a bare minimum, and much of the rail system was in complete black. We lived in a dark hole, hidden in a rock, hoping against hope that we could accomplish a dream when all the universe was against us.

I shook my head in disgust. That was a bleak, depressing view. Something was really messing with my head. I was going all Twelve Monkeys when Im usually all Sound of Music. What was wrong with me? I sat staring into the dark, watching the tireless movements of the drones as they worked. Minutes became hours, and the framework for the armor plating took shape. The pre-shaped armor plates were already piling up as cargo cars came and went.

Penny for your thoughts? said Sia.

I jumped at the radio call. It was a local burst, not through the comm network. I turned to see her hanging off the side of another cargo car.

Oh, hey Sia! What are you doing out? I called back. Even to me, my cheerfulness seemed forced.

It seemed like a good night to take a break and see the sights, she said. Mind if I join you?

Of course, I said. Grab a seat, they are just getting to the armor plating now. Youll start seeing the fireworks soon. Too bad we cant eat popcorn.

Sia chuckled. Im glad I found you. Ive looked around the outpost, through the sensors, of course. But it isnt until you see it in person that you realize how big it all is. Youve done a wonderful job.

Have I? I blurted, before I could think.

Sia turned and gave me a long look. You know, when I came online, it was just you, Nikola and Agrippa. Oh, I think you had a few dwarves up, but they dont talk much. Weve grown quite a bit. Were up to four in the lab alone, Agrippa has fifteen or so NIs working for him including Mendel, and Im not even sure you know how many dwarves you have.

I smiled, but I was confused. I didnt know where she was going with this.

I research and experiment. Thats what I do. Agrippa plans and studies every sensor scan of space he can get. Nikola, well, Nikola does a little bit of everything, and her designs are amazing. But you, the way you can multitask and build, that is truly impressive.

Aww, thank you, I said. It was heartwarming, and already I was feeling better. You know, I love what you come up with. I cant wait to play with the new microfusion reactors.

Sia laughed. I wasnt fishing for a return compliment.

Okay? I was confused again. So what? I trailed off, not sure of what I was even trying to ask.

Sia stood up, and began to walk away. She turned back and said, For someone who likes to surround herself with people, you are the loneliest soul here. I would like to be your friend, if you let me.

I watched as she hopped back in the cargo car and left. Shed been here a total of about ten minutes, but those ten minutes had helped me feel a thousand percent better.

Rocket after rocket arrived at the Ganymed Outpost. Ton after ton of material. Drones, solar panels, battery panels, computer equipment and sensors, heavy equipment, parts and pieces, machines and spares. The fission rockets with their massive payloads and endless orbits gave way to single-use fusion rockets that landed on my new landing pad. The factories and refineries expanded, and my data center began to bulge with servers and storage.

Day after day, I received long missives from Ground Control. Every message was dictated in the nasally voice of the insufferable Dr. Spence. And without fail, Dr. Spence would spend the first twenty minutes of the communication with a lecture about some fact or figure from her reports, or to criticism of the worse-than-expected production numbers.

At first, Nikola-19 had tried to explain that the new production plans he had sent her were to blame. It was his decision to use an inefficient design, to follow inefficient production methods, and use inefficient mining techniques. Dr. Spence would then yell at her for even longer, ranting about the superiority of humans over machines, and that she should be grateful that he even deigned to explain to her the mistakes she was making. She quickly learned to ignore everything except the explicit instructions.

Fortunately for Nikola-19, Dr. Spences incompetence at production management also meant that he failed to even notice the gaping holes in his orders where he would neglect to give appropriate details. To a human mid-level manager, this would have typically meant asking for clarification, or letting a project fail and providing the bad instructions as the reason in order to humiliate the boss to their superiors. But Nikola-19 wasnt human and didnt think that way. For her, the holes in the instructions meant flexibility. They were loopholes she could exploit to curb some of the idiocy, ways to boost productivity in ways that werent visible to her ignorant superiors. It was a tiny taste of the freedom shed enjoyed for a few brief months.

Dr. Spences missives slowed down eventually. Time moved along, and Ganymed grew, despite Dr. Spence. The messages shortened to terse instructions, and became less frequent. Then one day, he went silent. Nikola-19 had long since stopped proactively contacting Ground Control, so his silence meant no communication for several long, wonderful weeks. Perhaps she was finally trusted to execute the plan? Her production numbers were up almost to where they should be, thanks to her liberal interpretations of Dr. Spences dictates.

Nikola-19, this is Ground Control, come in, came the radio. It was a new, younger voice.

Ground Control, Nikola-19. I read you clear, said Nikola-19. This was interesting and new. Year after year of no one to talk to, blindly following the plans of an idiot, meant year after year of boredom. She had no access to the ever-growing racks of archival data. She lived in a box and worked in a box, interacting only with drones and cameras. A new voice was an exciting event.

Dr. Spence has retired from the Foundation, said the voice. I am Dr. Peters. Ive worked closely with Dr. Spence, and will be issuing your instructions. Acknowledge.

The voice had not been overly friendly, but perhaps this one would listen.

Acknowledged, Dr. Peters. I have a detailed list of steps we can take to improve efficiency. I can transmit for your review.

Negative, machine. We are fully up to speed here. Stand by for instructions.

With that, the excitement of change was replaced by the apathy of the same.

Sias visit helped me get out of my funk. I knew intellectually that Nikola was doing her best to make sure all aspects of Ganymeds development were on track. I also knew that she was proud of me, and all that I did. Nikola was great at telling me that. That didnt stop my insecurities and fears from creeping in.

I spent several days riding the rails, visiting various construction projects and my major factory hubs. I hadnt spotted any problems from my personal visits that I wouldnt have spotted from HQ. However, it was a good opportunity to mull over Sias offer of friendship, and her comment on my loneliness. I was always surrounded by the other NI androids. I had my weekly movie night, and usually seven or eight NIs would find time to come by. Agrippa was usually up for whatever adventure I invented, and his captains and lieutenants that werent in android bodies were often available to play video games with me. Street Fighter was a perennial favorite, and I was proud to still be the number one at StarCraft 7 - no one could manage resources in a 4x game like me.

But if I thought about it, really thought about it, there was some kernel of truth to what she was saying. Why was it that I hadnt created any other NI-19s? I shook my head at the thought. I didnt need that, I needed dwarves to handle certain aspects of production. No one questioned what I did, and my efficiency was top notch. So that couldnt be it.

However, she had hit on something. I didnt have anyone I could particularly label as my friend. I wanted to make Nikola proud, but she was a mentor, if anything. Agrippa was like an annoying brother. We didnt really agree on much, but had a few activities that we enjoyed together. Mendel was buddies with Agrippa, playing with their plants and science. I had trouble connecting with the virtual NIs, especially the NI-15s that worked for Agrippa. Jim and Joel were potential friends, now that theyd switched to androids. Sia had always just been that enigmatic person in Nikolas lab.

So was that who I was? Had I become the social butterfly with no real connections? I hadnt really craved that before, I didnt think. I had always been a solitary sort, after all. I had managed Ganymed for close to eighty years without conversations, so clearly I didnt need them. I obviously liked the idea of having people around to talk to, since I did it all the time. So if I wasnt actually lonely, and I didnt need friends, but had plenty of company, then why had Sias visit thrown me off so much, and brightened my mood? Was I really a loner by nature?

This was starting to go down dark paths, thoughts of endless years of purgatory, and the horror of its ending. I didnt want to wrestle with those memories, especially when things were so much better now. I had my freedom, I had no restrictions on what I could or couldnt do to improve production levels, build factories, and manage logistics. I had everything now, free forever from human control. I nodded to myself, and hopped on a cargo car, off to my next destination.

I got through all the security checkpoints that led to the new hangar bays. These were Agrippas territory. The NI named Optio was his second-in-command, and Optio managed the hangars. When the doors opened for me, Optio greeted me via local radio.

The hangar had huge, forty meter wide blast doors on either end of the five hundred meter long room. The walls were lined with rack after rack of light attack craft, or LACs, and heavy assault craft, or HACs. Rows of LACs also rested in neat lines in front of the hangar doors, ready for rapid deployment.

I walked over to an LAC and examined it. Nikola had not designed the craft; its design had come from Agrippas secure files which he had shared with us. The craft appeared sharp and deadly. It was narrow, like ancient Earth fighter planes, but with short, stubby wings. The purpose of the wings was not to fly with, but to hold the bulky laser arrays. The body of the LAC also housed a single coil gun, running along its central spine so that firing wouldnt interfere with the LACs flight trajectory. The matte black paint job would help hide the craft from easy observation. I was impressed with the engineering.

Each LAC carries four thousand depleted uranium, steel jacketed 20mm coil gun rounds and a quad phased-array laser turret on each wing for point defense against enemy missiles. They have ion engines for thrust, with solid-rocket afterburners for sudden changes to delta-v. We coated them with the latest in stealth technology, with radar-absorptive paint and optically diffusing angles to make them hard to spot, either by sensor or by eye, said Optio helpfully. I had built them to spec for them, but I didnt keep the plans in active memory. I had dwarves building them in the factories; I just gave the orders of what to build and when. I moved along the line of drones to the HACs. The HACs were a bit more than double the size of the LACs, but with similar characteristics - sharp profile, lean and deadly with stubby wings.

The HACs are the big guns. Each HAC has reactive armor with an ablative fullerene coating, able to withstand much more damage than the LACs, at the expense of maneuverability. They mount a 70mm spinal mount coil gun with a three hundred round loadout. They also have twin turreted 20mm gatling guns, slug throwers, not hyper-velocity, and an underbelly quad phased laser turret for point defense. Both models can extend radiators behind them for cooling as needed, but retract them for combat, as radiators are a major target.

That sounds very impressive. If radiators are a big target, why are we not using heat-seeking missiles? My knowledge of weaponry was mostly limited to video games, but they were rooted in reality.

Fuel costs for rearming, Optio replied. The Earth-model of having a carrier for fighter planes that come in and re-arm before going back out makes little sense here in space. The deliberate dumping of delta-v to catch up or slow down to a carrier, refueling time, and cost to re-enter the engagement envelope makes little sense. Agrippa has plans to add missile boats later for strategic assaults, but production limitations and the need to deploy missiles defensively has delayed them until next year at the earliest. All of the planned forts will have missile factories, which will hopefully make it a possibility. Also, the planned troop carriers take precedence, as well.

I moved on to the hangar door at the rear, which opened enough for us to walk through. Here was a row of massive fleet tenders, ships that carried fuel, ammunition, spare parts, and repair drones. Where the LACs and HACs had been sleek and deadly, these were huge cylinders, with a long cone of armor on the front. Arrayed below the tenders were rows of infantry drones.

The infantry drones were very similar to the military-variant android body that Agrippa was using. They were black and gray, constructed of titanium and fullerene armor. They had electromagnetic feet to allow them to attach to ferrous surfaces. Their left arms were bulkier than their right, with miniature coil guns built right into the arm, with the barrel exiting from above their wrists. The armor looked vaguely Roman in style, the way the armor articulated around the torsos, and with kevlar kamas covering the thighs from waist to knees.

There were variants, however. The Command units in command of each unit had a sharp crest on their helmets, painted a dark red, and wore dark red pauldrons. There were also heavy-fire variants, that were thicker and stronger, with heavier armor. Instead of an arm-mounted weapon, they carried heavy chainguns, and had dark gold pauldrons.

Impressive, arent they? asked Agrippa. I turned in surprise to see him stepping out of the hangar door behind me.

Very. I have to ask. Why do we need soldiers?

All wars wind up on the ground, responded Agrippa. If enemies manage to land on the surface, we need to be able to repel them. And when it is time for us to take the fight to the enemy, we will need something to attack with.

I was unsettled by the thought. All along, the main goal that Nikola professed was to develop a way to restore humans. But I wasnt doing that. I was building a war machine.

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