Ally or Alien: A Sci-Fi Novel by Mars Dorian Page B
Authors: Mars Dorian
Tags: Science-Fiction, Space Opera, Military, Sci-Fi, Genetic engineering, Alien, first contact, Galactic Empire, Space Fleet, galactic
Ads: Link
breathe in the Martian atmosphere via its bionic gills filtering system.
A bendable, graphene-enhanced bone structure that allowed the body to carry cargo three times its weight. A fresh powercell integrated into the heart, upgraded to last 72 hours with a single charge. A skintight, all-purpose armor layer that could be easily upgraded with orbital and planetary models. And a nano-optic fiber systems of veins and neurons to transport nanodroids and electronic pulses at the fastest speed available.
In short, the construction arms created a masterpiece of technology, superior to any other organism in the known galaxy. eVax grinned as the printing process came to its end. Over six and a half hours of building, and the flawless shape came into being.
Finally.
"Recreation complete," the pod said as it opened its hull.
A young woman awoke inside and peeked out the port. Her sleepy eyes adjusted to the dim, artificial sun light of the recreation hall. She looked confused for at least a nanosecond but recognized the unit standing in front of her pod. Both mind and body synced with the central network of the Newtype.
eVax grinned like a boy from Earth. Thank tech no one was watching him expressing wasteful emotions. But seeing her, he just couldn't help it. She lit up his neuron membrane structure.
"Welcome back, eLoom."
20
eLoom climbed out of her pod and felt as if she awoke from a century-long sleep. It reminded her of a human fable where a sleeping beauty was revived through the exchange of an orally-transmitted mouth fluid, or kiss, as the Earthlings had called it. To be honest, it was a wonder she even received a respawn, after all, she had wrecked her body twice in a decade, and that didn't fare too well with the Exec.
Wasteful behavior be damned.
eLoom searched the network for the command:
The second she sent out the request, eVax responded to her verbally. For some reason, he preferred wave chatter over mind matter.
"It was a carefully weighed decision from the Exec. There are some pressing issues coming up that require your personal assistance."
She ignored what he said. Because with her brain booting up, she now remembered the most important thing of the past. The reason why she was dis-bodied in the first place.
"What about the biomorph?"
eVax hesitated.
"After taking control of our ship, it crash-landed on the Martian surface. It is being contained in the Midland section. Recon droids are monitoring the life form."
eLoom tried to access the relevant section where the droid data would be saved, but she couldn't find it.
eVax said,
"The Exec want to speak to you."
The trio of the wisest Newtype projected in-between the two. Three humanoid avatars, flickering in their Tri-D resolution.
"Respawning your entire crew has cost us resources. You have violated at least five protocols by bringing the unknown organism into the ship without proper preparation."
Oh no, eLoom thought.
Here we go again—the protocol lecture parade.
A tiny bit of adventurous rush and the galaxy was ready to stick to it to her.
The trio of the Exec paused, as usually, when they unleashed their demands.
"However, what happened can not be undone. We have to focus on our circle of influence now. eLoom, we have a mission for you."
"What is my directive?"
The Exec simultaneously spoke to her and eVax in the most neutral voice imaginable. It always felt like an inner voice lurking in the back of her mind.
"The American Commonwealth of Earth is sending a civilian ship to our Ares Nexus. It is already on its way and will reach our station in 504.3 hours. We have allowed them to access our sector under the condition of restricting their personnel to only two people, using non-lethal equipment. The military advisor and the scientist will first board our ringstation, then descend onto the Martian surface to investigate the life form under our surveillance."
So many news.
eLoom still
A bendable, graphene-enhanced bone structure that allowed the body to carry cargo three times its weight. A fresh powercell integrated into the heart, upgraded to last 72 hours with a single charge. A skintight, all-purpose armor layer that could be easily upgraded with orbital and planetary models. And a nano-optic fiber systems of veins and neurons to transport nanodroids and electronic pulses at the fastest speed available.
In short, the construction arms created a masterpiece of technology, superior to any other organism in the known galaxy. eVax grinned as the printing process came to its end. Over six and a half hours of building, and the flawless shape came into being.
Finally.
"Recreation complete," the pod said as it opened its hull.
A young woman awoke inside and peeked out the port. Her sleepy eyes adjusted to the dim, artificial sun light of the recreation hall. She looked confused for at least a nanosecond but recognized the unit standing in front of her pod. Both mind and body synced with the central network of the Newtype.
eVax grinned like a boy from Earth. Thank tech no one was watching him expressing wasteful emotions. But seeing her, he just couldn't help it. She lit up his neuron membrane structure.
"Welcome back, eLoom."
20
eLoom climbed out of her pod and felt as if she awoke from a century-long sleep. It reminded her of a human fable where a sleeping beauty was revived through the exchange of an orally-transmitted mouth fluid, or kiss, as the Earthlings had called it. To be honest, it was a wonder she even received a respawn, after all, she had wrecked her body twice in a decade, and that didn't fare too well with the Exec.
Wasteful behavior be damned.
eLoom searched the network for the command:
The second she sent out the request, eVax responded to her verbally. For some reason, he preferred wave chatter over mind matter.
"It was a carefully weighed decision from the Exec. There are some pressing issues coming up that require your personal assistance."
She ignored what he said. Because with her brain booting up, she now remembered the most important thing of the past. The reason why she was dis-bodied in the first place.
"What about the biomorph?"
eVax hesitated.
"After taking control of our ship, it crash-landed on the Martian surface. It is being contained in the Midland section. Recon droids are monitoring the life form."
eLoom tried to access the relevant section where the droid data would be saved, but she couldn't find it.
eVax said,
"The Exec want to speak to you."
The trio of the wisest Newtype projected in-between the two. Three humanoid avatars, flickering in their Tri-D resolution.
"Respawning your entire crew has cost us resources. You have violated at least five protocols by bringing the unknown organism into the ship without proper preparation."
Oh no, eLoom thought.
Here we go again—the protocol lecture parade.
A tiny bit of adventurous rush and the galaxy was ready to stick to it to her.
The trio of the Exec paused, as usually, when they unleashed their demands.
"However, what happened can not be undone. We have to focus on our circle of influence now. eLoom, we have a mission for you."
"What is my directive?"
The Exec simultaneously spoke to her and eVax in the most neutral voice imaginable. It always felt like an inner voice lurking in the back of her mind.
"The American Commonwealth of Earth is sending a civilian ship to our Ares Nexus. It is already on its way and will reach our station in 504.3 hours. We have allowed them to access our sector under the condition of restricting their personnel to only two people, using non-lethal equipment. The military advisor and the scientist will first board our ringstation, then descend onto the Martian surface to investigate the life form under our surveillance."
So many news.
eLoom still
Similar Books
