Galactic Vigilante (Vigilante Series 3) by T. Jackson King Page B
Authors: T. Jackson King
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necklaces, jewelry and bracelets, thence to the ferocious Lady of the Sword whose silvery chain mail cloak flowed into a bronze-studded leather skirt, her two-handed steel sword lying against one shoulder, then finally to her Summer Girl look of Morrigan planet, where she’d danced over the meadow with black tresses flying as sunlight glowed on her amber face, full of joy and happiness and hope. His partner of seven years stopped her Summer Girl dancing and stared directly at his mind, her dark eyes filled with a look unique to an AI. “Which conspirator image do you prefer, dear Matthew?”
He sighed mentally. “All of them, of course. Just as you have come to . . . love me, I have come to cherish you, dear lady of my mind.”
Summer Girl smiled a shy smile, her persona mood shifting lightspeed to one of amiableness. “Well, I confess. Yes, I am a conspirator in league with your females. They are impressive minds, especially that Suzanne. Her software algorithm allows me and BattleMind to mentally tachlink with each newly awakened shipmind.” Mata Hari raised a slim hand to brush back her thick mane of charcoal black hair. “And your Eliana, well, her Molecular Geneticist mind is also formidable. She handled the transition to millisecond thinking very well, for a first time. Her voice was what pulled you back from the vortex of Eternal Love’s disordered thoughts.”
So. He had survived his gamble thanks to two females. The mind-buffering of Mata Hari combined with the heart-tug of Eliana’s musical voice. Well, the hunch had paid off with the return to sanity of the ancient Mother of Minds of the T’Chak. And with the gaining of 507 additional T’Chak Dreadnought warships. Which reminded him of something else shared by Eternal Love.
“Thank you, Mata Hari. For your help then. For your help and love since you salvaged my Stasis lifepod seven years ago. And for your future help in running our new fleet.” Matt spoke mentally in slow human mode, since they were not in combat nor about to enter Translation. But this mind-to-mind linking was private, solely him and Mata Hari. At least until Eliana, Suzanne and George occupied their own Interlock Pits on three ships of the fleet. “So tell me what you conspirators achieved besides the interlinkage of 508 starships, counting you and BattleMind?”
In his mind Mata Hari’s image switched to one of a naked woman sitting in a replica of an Interlock Pit, her black skin and looks resembling that of the Barbarian Queen. But this image held the face of Mata Hari and he r deeply intent eyes. “Well, we followed the human example and created a hierarchy of control.”
A hierarchy? How could a hierarchy apply to AI minds who resided in molecular memory crystals that used quantum fluctuations to think faster than any organic could think? “This should be interesting. What kind of hierarchy did you create? And why?”
Mata Hari waved at the mental holosphere, a replica of the one that his open eyes also saw on a Bridge where George was now showing Eliana and Suzanne the innards of his combat suit, explaining how everything worked and how much “fun” it was to run or fly faster than anything living. “See the hexagonal arrangement of blue dots? They represent individual ships. Each with its own mind-name, as the Belizel script under each dot indicates.” In his mind Matt saw the Belizel script change into English. “We three, we decided to appoint ten ship minds as battalion commanders. Each commander downlinks our tachlinked instructions to fifty ships. Each member of a fifty-ship cohort communicates among its flight members, sharing experiences from the past, visiting, discovering which cohort members are male, female or neuter T’Chak personas, and processing the seven years of my experience with you, Matthew, as a combined Human/AI entity.”
Ahhh. That made sense. While Mata Hari and BattleMind handled thousands of inputs and outputs every millisecond,
He sighed mentally. “All of them, of course. Just as you have come to . . . love me, I have come to cherish you, dear lady of my mind.”
Summer Girl smiled a shy smile, her persona mood shifting lightspeed to one of amiableness. “Well, I confess. Yes, I am a conspirator in league with your females. They are impressive minds, especially that Suzanne. Her software algorithm allows me and BattleMind to mentally tachlink with each newly awakened shipmind.” Mata Hari raised a slim hand to brush back her thick mane of charcoal black hair. “And your Eliana, well, her Molecular Geneticist mind is also formidable. She handled the transition to millisecond thinking very well, for a first time. Her voice was what pulled you back from the vortex of Eternal Love’s disordered thoughts.”
So. He had survived his gamble thanks to two females. The mind-buffering of Mata Hari combined with the heart-tug of Eliana’s musical voice. Well, the hunch had paid off with the return to sanity of the ancient Mother of Minds of the T’Chak. And with the gaining of 507 additional T’Chak Dreadnought warships. Which reminded him of something else shared by Eternal Love.
“Thank you, Mata Hari. For your help then. For your help and love since you salvaged my Stasis lifepod seven years ago. And for your future help in running our new fleet.” Matt spoke mentally in slow human mode, since they were not in combat nor about to enter Translation. But this mind-to-mind linking was private, solely him and Mata Hari. At least until Eliana, Suzanne and George occupied their own Interlock Pits on three ships of the fleet. “So tell me what you conspirators achieved besides the interlinkage of 508 starships, counting you and BattleMind?”
In his mind Mata Hari’s image switched to one of a naked woman sitting in a replica of an Interlock Pit, her black skin and looks resembling that of the Barbarian Queen. But this image held the face of Mata Hari and he r deeply intent eyes. “Well, we followed the human example and created a hierarchy of control.”
A hierarchy? How could a hierarchy apply to AI minds who resided in molecular memory crystals that used quantum fluctuations to think faster than any organic could think? “This should be interesting. What kind of hierarchy did you create? And why?”
Mata Hari waved at the mental holosphere, a replica of the one that his open eyes also saw on a Bridge where George was now showing Eliana and Suzanne the innards of his combat suit, explaining how everything worked and how much “fun” it was to run or fly faster than anything living. “See the hexagonal arrangement of blue dots? They represent individual ships. Each with its own mind-name, as the Belizel script under each dot indicates.” In his mind Matt saw the Belizel script change into English. “We three, we decided to appoint ten ship minds as battalion commanders. Each commander downlinks our tachlinked instructions to fifty ships. Each member of a fifty-ship cohort communicates among its flight members, sharing experiences from the past, visiting, discovering which cohort members are male, female or neuter T’Chak personas, and processing the seven years of my experience with you, Matthew, as a combined Human/AI entity.”
Ahhh. That made sense. While Mata Hari and BattleMind handled thousands of inputs and outputs every millisecond,
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