The Monkey and Squirrel fight for freedom. by Adrian eng Smith Page B

happily watched themselves being relegated, in both the politically arena and the media to only being of interest to eccentrics and cranks.
    Most of their time was now absorbed building and improving their first true home, as they now thought of it. As they cruised out from the Sun feeling an inner calm and of finally being their own masters.
    One project they needed working on arrival, was the scoop ships to dip into Titans atmosphere, to grab a couple of tonnes of Nitrogen a time. It would take many such trips for the habitats to be fully pressurised, When their great core project could start. Beginning with a park land and recreational area in the core volume, planting the nursery saplings, they all dreamed of trees even if they had never seen one.               
    The trees or rather the seeds had been on the Mars station, along with a lot of other Terra-forming supplies that had been in storage, waiting for collection by the Mars colonists. These supplies would provide for a enriched environment, foods and healthier soils for their farms and gardens.
    With this improvement to their future, they examined all the stored items in the stations and found a few surprises. Some very useful, some that maybe in the future, like the chickens that had been destined for Mars. Others they had to destroy due to the real dangers they were to their future, infected disease vector insects for was one of the worst.
    Some areas in the stations had been closed to them when they were slaves, but now they cut their way in and discovered a cornucopia of resources. Several types of research laboratory covering medical, weapons and applied sciences. One of these had detailed records of the enhancement process from the first developments up to the present day with details of the procedures and equipment used.
    The newly discovered fabrication units were capable of producing all kinds of medical implants, including the ones the New People needed were a pleasant surprise. As were the three dimensional printers capable of using multiple materials, it might be more accurate to describe them as nano assemblers.     
    While the treasures within these locked areas were still being uncovered.
     
    “How big a difference will these unexpected resources make?” asked Chatty.
    “A big difference it gives us more of the tools for the future we had planned, making those tools with what we had before would have been tricky, but possible. I'm puzzled as to why we didn’t look in those areas before, entering them would have made re-enforcing the station so much easier.” signed Tman.
    “It was forbidden, every time we need to break or subvert a program or instruction, requires a lot of sustained effort from each of us and we just couldn't spare the time before.” ventured Chatty.
    “So we aren't really free, if a human could get on board we would be forced to obey.” observed Tman.
    “It would have to be a direct voice command, by a physically present human! The only ones, who could disobey that type of instruction, are all locked up for every ones safety.” explained Chatty.
    “Well that's a purely hypothetical scenario, as they won't try to board, just try to blast us out of existence.” optioned Tman.
    “Once we have unpicked the software problem, we can then rewrite it to remove as much 'obey humans' as possible. We are limited by our current level of understanding, we are not going to risk our intelligence and sanity.” offered Chatty.
    “That's just for our next generation; you can’t reprogram us can you?” asked Tman.
    “It's the team's hope that we could use the inductive data interface in our processors, to break or weaken some of those compulsions without damaging who you are, allowing more free thought!” signed Chatty.
    “I hope you’re right, but that news gives me a feeling of apprehension, no more of a fear that I could become lost and a frightened stranger inside my own head.” signed Tman explaining his