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Edward felt like he was back where he started, developing faster-than-light travel technology for predominately military interests, dreaming of more scientific and exploration-minded applications of his own creation. In the context of recent events, he preferred to pretend like such an application hadn’t yet occurred, the first attempt still somewhere in the near future with no prior failure to discourage those who desired to see all the cosmic beauty the Milky Way had to offer.
At least this time around, he was close to completion – or at least it felt that way. He spent decades trying to get the first Hyperdrive Core to work and stabilize. In contrast, only a handful of months had elapsed and he’d already developed a semi-working Minicore. A lot of compromises had to be made just to get it to this stage – compromises Edward believed were inherent and couldn’t be avoided by downsizing the very thing that contained something as volatile and utterly mysterious as dark energy. The biggest compromise was the drastically reduced jump range. Any ship powered by a Minicore would be lucky to make a jump of ten to twelve lightyears. Further, the Minicore cooldown period was enormous relative to the IMSCs and would have to occur after every single jump rather than every few jumps. As it stood now, a pilot would be waiting at least six hours before the cooldown period allowed the Minicore to stabilize, and even then trying another jump would be a serious risk. Thus far, it would take a cooldown period of more than ten hours for the most optimal and safest subsequent jump.
Perhaps the cooldown periods could be improved over a significant amount of time, but Edward wasn’t sure if the jump range could ever be improved – certainly not with the same technology used by IMSCs. He suspected another invention or construction technique would have to come into being, and even that seemed impossible. All tests and data unequivocally showed that jump ranges were proportional to the amount of dark energy being used – or the size of the Core itself, in simpler terms – and a Minicore simply didn’t have the energy necessary to facilitate anything other than short jumps.
But even now Edward was getting ahead of himself. They still had yet to get even one successful test under their belts, though the problem they were running into was quite different from the main roadblock that impeded them with the original Hyperdrive Cores. With the originals, the problem was rooted in the Core stabilizing on its own without any artificial or mechanical assists. With the Minicore, they had yet to get it to stabilize at all, with or without assists. Oddly, perhaps due to the smaller amount of dark energy, the Minicore did run long enough to theoretically propel a ship for one or two light seconds, something the larger Cores couldn’t do at all prior to full stabilization. However, once that amount of energy had run through the Minicore, it would emit an odd discharge immediately around the Minicore itself and the Minicore would cease operating entirely. Though scans didn’t demonstrate anything particularly dangerous about the discharge – no apparent radiation or anything notably deadly to a human being – the force of the discharge within the nanosecond of its occurrence would tear apart the section of a ship housing the Minicore and, well, that would be the end of the ship and the person piloting it.
The discharge, tentatively referred to as Anomalous Air by Edward and his team, was mesmerizing to look at. It looked similar to gasoline mixing with water on pavement – an amorphous rainbow – except it floated and danced lazily around the Minicore for exactly one minute and thirty eight seconds every time without any deviation before dissipating as though it had never been there to begin with, leaving no trace whatsoever.
Somewhere in his heart Edward feared he was running into a roadblock identical to the one that claimed so many decades of his life with the first Hyperdrive Core – one that would take an equal number of decades to solve through rudimentary trial and error. But Edward couldn’t entertain that notion for it would be crushing to everything he hoped to achieve in his life. If it were true, this project would either consume the rest of his life or humanity would fall to its enemies, in either case damning Edward to a lifetime of research and development, forever barred from enjoying the fruits of his own labor.
What’s more, his mind was constantly bouncing back and forth between his present work and his impending meeting with Admiral Peters – one he’d requested over a week ago and one he still had yet to have. He made the urgency clear, going so far as to suggest it was an immediate security concern for all of Sol. Either the Admiral didn’t read that part of his message or he put no credence in Edward’s judgment of security matters.
Wouldn’t really blame him, I guess.
He was told a few hours ago the Admiral would be meeting him within the E-day, making his way to J-S-D Station 6 from Venus. He’d want to know what Edward’s concerns were and would want a progress report on the Minicore, but Edward wasn’t sure which one he’d want first. He decided he’d launch into what he learned or at least strongly suspected of the Automaton before providing any details on the Minicore. Admiral Peters was beyond a prudent man and he hoped Edward’s word alone would be enough for him to at least investigate the matter. Edward had no real reason to think the Admiral wouldn’t take him at his word, but ever since the failure of his Initiative, Edward was stuck in continent-sized pool of quicksand of his own self-doubt.
The Minicore reached its full spin velocity. The dark purple hue around the sphere grew brighter and brighter and brighter. And then it vanished, the color collapsing on itself, the Minicore stopping almost instantly and the now-familiar Anomalous Air swimming around it.
“Hyperdrive Minicore Test Sequence number two-hundred-and-forty-six unsuccessful.”
Edward sighed and turned to his team.
“Prep Minicore Prototype Seven for testing. Increase Minicore spin up time to twelve minutes, lower Subcore internal D-E generation by twenty percent.”
“Twenty percent? Dr. Higgins, that would result in a jump of maybe three lightyears at most. That’s not even enough to get to Alpha Centauri.”
“Our focus is to get one of these things to work. Trial and error is all we have right now. For the time being, we’ll continue increasing spin up time and lowering Subcore internal D-E generation in the hopes that eventually we’ll get a stabilized Minicore that wouldn’t rip a ship apart. It doesn’t matter if it would only let the ship travel for one lightyear. If we can get it to operate within those increasing and decreasing parameters, then we’ll work our way back up from whichever combination gives us our first successful test until we can hit the theoretical limit of twelve lightyears.”
They waited a few more moments for the Anomalous Air to dissipate. Though scans indeed didn’t indicate anything harmful about it, no one had any clue what it actually was and thus no one could be sure that humanity even had a device capable of determining if it in fact had any harmful properties.
“Storing Minicore Prototype Six.”
A large circle opened in the floor directly beneath the Minicore. The large mechanical arm holding it in place on its topside slowly lowered it in. The arm retracted and the floor sealed shut.
“Transferring Minicore Prototype Seven.”
The walls on the left side of the testing chamber split open with a slow roar, the Minicore brought in on what was essentially a basic crane. Edward’s team spent a few minutes ensuring the Minicore was aligned with the platform before gently lowering it and grasping its topside with the mechanical arm.
Admittedly, Edward was proud of how much smaller the Minicores were than the standard Hyperdrive Cores. He initially worried he wouldn’t even be able to reach half the size of the Hyperdrive Core and still expect the Minicore to function even for a second. To his pleasant surprise, he and his team kept reducing the size of the prototypes until they reached a size that seemed to be the smallest it could go and still theoretically work, about fifteen feet in circumference – a considerable difference when compared to the multi-story Hyperdrive Core. As it stood now, it wouldn’t quite fit in the engine hold of a Fighter as Admiral Peters desired, but minimal design adjustments to the engine hold of a Fighter could likely accommodate a Minicore.
“Dr. Higgins, Admiral Peters just docked with the station.”
“Are you going to go meet him?”
“Trust me, he’ll want to meet here.”
And watch Prototype Seven fail its test…
Edward watched silently as his team of hazmat suit wearing scientists and a number of drones walked and glided around the Minicore, the drones ensuring that the graphene bolts along the topside were as secure as possible and the scientists using brushes on telescopic poles to coat the Minicore’s shell in a special type of lubricant that helped keep the Minicore at a cooler temperature during its spin up process. With so much raw energy contained in a relatively small shell, extended spin up times tended to generate a lot of heat – so much so that the shell itself could be at risk of compromise. Edward remembered the first time he directed a spin up time beyond the two-minute average they had often been using and feeling how warm the pane of glass in front of him had become. It was all the more surprising given that the pane of glass was positioned behind two others. Now that he had directed a twelve-minute spin up, they’d need to spend at least thirty minutes coating every inch of the Minicore in the lubricant over and over again.
“Oh wow, that’s him, isn’t it?”
Edward turned around to see Admiral Peters enter the room on his far left, standing with his usual posture, his chin slightly up and his arms folded behind his back. Some of Edward’s team, many of whom had yet to see the Admiral in person, whispered and murmured and even averted their eyes, Admiral Peters being the all-famous military rockstar that he was. He hardly bothered scanning the room for Edward, instead fixating on the Minicore. If Edward hoped he’d show some level of impressed surprise at how much progress had been made in such a short period of time, that hope was dashed in less than a nanosecond. As was his tendency, particularly when in the presence of several others, the Admiral’s expression was stoic and emotionless. He had the best poker face Edward had ever seen. Edward hated it.
“Admiral Peters,” he said with a short sigh, “I was hoping you’d meet me with sooner.”
“Spare me, Dr. Higgins. I’ve been dealing with more unnecessary bullshit over the last two weeks than I care to talk about right now. Although I am glad to see some substantial progress on something this important. Is that really a Hyperdrive Core?”
“Yes. Well, it’s a Minicore. But before we get into that, I’m afraid I have some more bullshit to put on your table – necessary bullshit, though.”
Admiral Peters hung and shook his head with a heavy sigh. “Goddamn it. I read your message. Go ahead.”
Edward recounted his visit to Space Station Delphi, his conversations with Dr. Jin Zhao and his hypothesis about the Automaton and his suspicions regarding where it might presently be, what it might be capable of and the threat it likely presented. He cited as potential evidence the disaster of the IMSC, though now that he was finally articulating all of this to someone outside any scientific field, he felt that even describing the evidence as tentative would be generous.
Again Edward was confronted with the Admiral’s unreadable expression once he finished. He didn’t say anything, instead staring past Edward, perhaps deep in thought.
“How certain are you about this?” He asked.
“I mean, I’m not certain at all, technically speaking,” Edward admitted. “There’s no hard evidence. I just think – I have a strong feeling that I’m right about it.”
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“That’s quite alarming, Dr. Higgins. I’m putting together final deployment plans for my next mission. This is something I’d have to take to the Defense Council, so let me tell you how they’d assess and respond to it. Supposing they took it seriously – and they very well might – they’d have to extend their own authority for not only automatic monitoring of every communications system in all of Sol, but remote government control. That’s going to cause a big controversy with the public and would require an explanation, but they can’t exactly tell the public the real reason, can they? They can’t cause a mass panic over something that we aren’t even sure exists yet. So they’ll want evidence – hard evidence – and we don’t have any to present.”
“But we can’t just risk sitting around and something even worse happening.”
“No, we can’t. But here’s the other problem, Dr. Higgins, and I know damn well you’ve already considered it.”
Indeed, Edward knew exactly what he was about to say.
“I’m the one who brought that thing to Sol. If I bring this to the Defense Council’s attention, regardless of whether they seriously believe the threat, they’re going to insist that I either deal with it or determine if there’s a threat at all. And quite frankly, I don’t have time for that. Not now. I don’t want to delay deployment any longer than I already have.”
Edward stood silent. He appreciated that Admiral Peters seemed to believe him, at least, but his inclination towards inaction was frustrating even if it was understandable.
“The mothership is still in Alpha Centauri, right?” Edward asked.
“Of course. It’d be senseless to bring it to Sol. No telling how long we’ll continue studying that massive thing.”
“I think we should destroy it.”
“Excuse me, Dr. Higgins?”
“Think about it. If the Automaton can cause havoc or even control things connected to any network in Sol, imagine what it could do with something it knows and understands. What if it could take control of the entire mothership?”
For once the Admiral’s poker face slipped.
A good point.
“I’ll look into it,” he finished. “Now, tell me about this Hyper – Minicore.”
Edward stared at the Admiral for a moment.
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Admiral Peters stared back, not blinking or budging an inch, awaiting an answer.
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“So what is it?”
“Hm. Any successful tests so far?”
“No, not quite. We can get it to run long enough that it would power and propel a ship. Problem is, the ship would only be propelled for a couple of light seconds at the most. After that, the Minicore emits some sort of disruptive discharge. It’s not an explosion, really, but it would tear up any ship containing it.”
“And what are you doing now?”
“Same damn thing I was doing with the first Hyperdrive Core. Trial and error. We’re close. But there’s no telling how long the final step will take.”
“Any chance you’ll see any success within a month? I would gladly delay my next deployment if it meant we could outfit some of our smaller combat ships with a few of these things.”
“There’s a chance we’ll see some success within the month, sure. There’s also a chance we won’t see any success for another two months, or a year, or two years.”
“Shame. I’d feel much better with a new weapon to utilize.”
It’s not a weapon.
Edward knew he was both right and wrong. Though he wasn’t developing something that was strictly a weapon, that was the only purpose for which it would be used for the foreseeable future, just like the Hyperdrive Core. The quicksand of self-doubt was pulling him in even faster for some reason, like he was disappointing the Admiral. That realization incensed Edward. He didn’t like Admiral Peters and in fact hated him for forcing him to do his bidding. Yet here he was, feeling like a son eager to impress his father. Had his growing insecurity truly become so great that he was developing something not far removed from Stockholm Syndrome?
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“Admiral, if -- if you’ll excuse me for a moment,” he stammered. Admiral Peters looked at him quizzically but nodded.
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One to two light seconds at just 1.1c…
It’s…it’s so simple.
He input a different calculation, this time reducing Subcore internal D-E generation so significantly that any ship being propelled by the Minicore would be traveling at sublight speed.
Same results. Oh my god.
“Dr. Higgins, Prototype Seven is good to go for testing.”
Edward was staring at his holopad. It was trembling in his hands.
“Hey, Dr. Higgins, just need your go ahead. I think Admiral Peters wants to see the test for himself. Probably don’t want to keep him waiting, right?”
“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” he answered dismissively.
He walked back over to Admiral Peters as the speakers announced the commencement of the spin up. The Admiral was already staring at him, his brow furrowed. Edward couldn’t even begin to guess what the expression on his face looked like.
“Admiral, how many Heavy Combat Support and Deployment ships do you have on the Ares One?”
“Hundred and fifty or so, but I’d say only a hundred or a little fewer are combat-worthy at any given time.”
“How long and how many resources do you think it would take to strip some of those ships of most of their internal components?”
“I’d assume that stripping things out of the ship wouldn’t take all that long with enough people working on it. Why?”
“Do those ships have any remote piloting features?”
“Autopilot has been around for centuries, Dr. Higgins. You should know that. What the hell are you getting at?”
“I’m not talking about autopilot, although yeah, since that’s already incorporated in the ship’s systems, a simple remote piloting program would be pretty easy to develop and install…”
“Dr. Higgins, if you’re not going to tell me what the hell this is about, I’d appreciate it if you’d shut up so I can observe this test.”
Edward shook his head. “Don’t bother. It’s not going to work.”
“Well, aren’t you optimistic.”
“You said you’d like a new weapon before your next deployment, right?”
Edward turned the holopad towards Admiral Peters, displaying a wireframe image of a single Heavy Combat Support and Deployment ship.
“This is it.”
“Excuse me? The HCSDs aren’t anything new. Far from it.”
“The ship is only one third of the weapon, Admiral. The second third is the Minicore. The final third is sheer kinetic force.”
Admiral Peters tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at Edward like he was insane.
“The Minicore prototypes can already fit in the HCSD models,” Edward elaborated, speaking quickly. “They can carry a single Fighter, so strip out almost everything behind the cockpit and rewire the ship so it’s powered by the Minicore and it’s good to go.”
“Except you said none of these prototypes work.”
“Right. Well, they do work for one to two light seconds. But after that they’d rip the ship to pieces after approaching the speed of light.”
Edward watched the Admiral’s poker face slip for the second time. The same idea was beginning to dawn on him, too.
“So, install a remote piloting program in the HCSDs. Equip it with a Minicore. Get within just a light second or two of your target. Aim the HCSD at the target. Power up the Minicore. It doesn’t even need to hit light speed. When that HCSD hits the target – even something as absurdly large as those motherships – that target is gone. It doesn’t matter what material those motherships are made of or what they use for shields. Nothing – I mean nothing – survives that impact. Period.”
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“Forget prolonged battles. An unmanned HCSD equipped with a Minicore hitting a mothership at even sublight speed is an instant kill.”
“Turn the HCSD into kinetic missiles…”
“Dr. Higgins, you are a goddamn genius.”