Wilson's War: Tales From the Athena Lee Universe by T S Paul Page A
Authors: T S Paul
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Space Opera, Short Stories, Science Fiction & Fantasy, cats, Teen & Young Adult, Dystopian, Lgbt, Short Stories & Anthologies, Single Authors, casino, robot, Artificial intellegence, Athena Lee
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just outside the hanger doors. The other fighters continued to scare the crap out of just about everyone.
"What is the use of having witnesses to greatness if they pass out and take a nap?" I let the techs down easy and parked the fighter with them in it. I was having way too much fun to stop now. Those stupid locals in the Fuglies were the most fun to mess with. Their radar was not strong enough to counter me. Especially when I came in inverted over them and they looked up seeing the empty cockpit! They will start calling this Ghost squadron. Just wait.
Oops, Athena noticed the lack of alerts. It looks like the Brass is freaking out big time. They want ME to try and fix their new toys.Time to go pretend to know nothing about any of this. Computer error's can be the blame, some program left over from the Imperials. At least I had some fun this time.
On their own the fighters returned to the hangar deck. Emergency responders managed to get the two, now awake, techs out of the fighter.
"I know one thing DJ."
"What's that Dorene?"
"I never want to be a fighter pilot. Date one yes, be one NO!"
"I'm right there with ya, sister!" The two women linked arms and went to go find a drink, maybe in the pilot's lounge.
In the end the 'resident' computer expert discovered that the fighters were responding to a program left in the modules from when the Navy tested them. Since nobody was here to dispute that, it made a good excuse.
"I will have to do that one again. This system has promise when it comes to computer fun time!"
Giant Robot Attack
by T S Paul
This story takes place before the events in Ghost ships of Terra. Athena Lee had met and gotten to know Sam 0256, the owner of Grandpa Sam's Junk Emporium. He specialized in rare and unusual ships, parts, and other antiquities. Sam is the main character in the series prequel, The Lost Pilot.
Every time that Athena came to this place I tagged along. Grandpa Sam's Junk Emporium sounded like some place that I could have lots of fun in. Like me, the owner was a big fan of 20th century vids and literature. The front of his store was a plain gray wall with a blue police box painted on it. Bigger on the inside, the door opened up to an enormous complex of warehouses and parts bins. Sam had the largest collection of space junk in the known galaxy. Athena has found this place while looking for parts for her autonomous drone project. So far the thing looked like a trashcan with wheels. I keep calling them 'droids' hoping she will get tired of correcting me and just go with it. She has spent every liberty call searching through the shelves and bins looking for servos and motors small enough for the trashcan sized droid to use. Using the warehouse's camera and sensor system, not to mention galloping through the inventory system, I have been peeking into the nooks and crannies of this place. The owner, Sam, has a bunch of stuff here that is 'off the books.' I think I just found my new project.
OK, it is not really a project. More of a way to terrify a great many unsuspecting humans and then laugh myself silly sort of enterprise. Like my best buddy Athena, I really like this Sam guy. He has some really neato stuff. Hidden in the back, behind some really old trash compactors, a couple of space capsules with Cyrillic writing on them, and what looked like an Atlas rocket was two berserker battle drones from the last World War on Old Earth. In the history books it is called the Cyber War. It was the last great war before the exodus to the stars. The tech created during that war is what gave humanity the stars. Or that is what Athena likes to tell me. I'm a computer, what do I know. Battle drones, if I had a back, It would shiver. These were the boogie men for pre-space humans. Where this guy got them, is not in his records. To me they looked complete. I thought about telling
"What is the use of having witnesses to greatness if they pass out and take a nap?" I let the techs down easy and parked the fighter with them in it. I was having way too much fun to stop now. Those stupid locals in the Fuglies were the most fun to mess with. Their radar was not strong enough to counter me. Especially when I came in inverted over them and they looked up seeing the empty cockpit! They will start calling this Ghost squadron. Just wait.
Oops, Athena noticed the lack of alerts. It looks like the Brass is freaking out big time. They want ME to try and fix their new toys.Time to go pretend to know nothing about any of this. Computer error's can be the blame, some program left over from the Imperials. At least I had some fun this time.
On their own the fighters returned to the hangar deck. Emergency responders managed to get the two, now awake, techs out of the fighter.
"I know one thing DJ."
"What's that Dorene?"
"I never want to be a fighter pilot. Date one yes, be one NO!"
"I'm right there with ya, sister!" The two women linked arms and went to go find a drink, maybe in the pilot's lounge.
In the end the 'resident' computer expert discovered that the fighters were responding to a program left in the modules from when the Navy tested them. Since nobody was here to dispute that, it made a good excuse.
"I will have to do that one again. This system has promise when it comes to computer fun time!"
Giant Robot Attack
by T S Paul
This story takes place before the events in Ghost ships of Terra. Athena Lee had met and gotten to know Sam 0256, the owner of Grandpa Sam's Junk Emporium. He specialized in rare and unusual ships, parts, and other antiquities. Sam is the main character in the series prequel, The Lost Pilot.
Every time that Athena came to this place I tagged along. Grandpa Sam's Junk Emporium sounded like some place that I could have lots of fun in. Like me, the owner was a big fan of 20th century vids and literature. The front of his store was a plain gray wall with a blue police box painted on it. Bigger on the inside, the door opened up to an enormous complex of warehouses and parts bins. Sam had the largest collection of space junk in the known galaxy. Athena has found this place while looking for parts for her autonomous drone project. So far the thing looked like a trashcan with wheels. I keep calling them 'droids' hoping she will get tired of correcting me and just go with it. She has spent every liberty call searching through the shelves and bins looking for servos and motors small enough for the trashcan sized droid to use. Using the warehouse's camera and sensor system, not to mention galloping through the inventory system, I have been peeking into the nooks and crannies of this place. The owner, Sam, has a bunch of stuff here that is 'off the books.' I think I just found my new project.
OK, it is not really a project. More of a way to terrify a great many unsuspecting humans and then laugh myself silly sort of enterprise. Like my best buddy Athena, I really like this Sam guy. He has some really neato stuff. Hidden in the back, behind some really old trash compactors, a couple of space capsules with Cyrillic writing on them, and what looked like an Atlas rocket was two berserker battle drones from the last World War on Old Earth. In the history books it is called the Cyber War. It was the last great war before the exodus to the stars. The tech created during that war is what gave humanity the stars. Or that is what Athena likes to tell me. I'm a computer, what do I know. Battle drones, if I had a back, It would shiver. These were the boogie men for pre-space humans. Where this guy got them, is not in his records. To me they looked complete. I thought about telling
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