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Crusade chapter 2 (standard:science fiction, 2254 words) [2/11] show all parts | |||
Author: St George | Added: Mar 11 2003 | Views/Reads: 2992/1909 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
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CRUSADE The airlock door hissed open and Captain Richard Carver stepped aboard his new vessel. A screen lit up to his left and a female face appeared, she looked as though she was in her early thirties, “Good morning Captain,” she said. “Good morning Alecto, is there something wrong with this screen?” asked Carver, addressing the image. “No Captain,” she replied. “Then why isn't your image being displayed properly?” “It is Captain, I didn't like the image I was first assigned so I changed it, this is an image extrapolated from all the pictures and descriptions of Queen Matilda stored in my memory cells, I like it.” Alecto was the artificial intelligence bio-computer aboard the Crusader. She (all bio-computers are female because their genetic structure includes two X chromosomes) was one of the most powerful computers built by either man or the Andurils, and one of the few to have been given sentience and free will - something she evidently enjoyed. She had only been online for 27 minutes and had already discarded the avatar she had been assigned. Carver began walking toward the shuttle station, talking to Alecto as he went, “Have the anti-matter bunkers been filled?” “Yes Captain.” “What about life support supplies?” “120 cubic kilometres of atmospheric gases are stored in the pressure tanks, 7000 metric tons of food and water are stowed in the super cooled bunker and the sickbay is fully stocked Captain.” “Good, and munitions?” “A full compliment of 400 Harbinger torpedoes, 1200 starstreak defensive missiles and 90 firestorm space to surface bombs Captain” “Excellent, what's the square root of 2049?” “45.265881 Captain, and for a computer designed to navigate a starship the size of a city across the vastness of space, that is not a taxing question.” Carver continued walking until he came to the entrance to the shuttle station, he stopped, the automatic door hadn't opened. “Alecto, open the door please.” “I'm sorry Captain, there is a fault in the door's motor, it is not responding.” “Are you telling me that you have enough firepower to vaporise a continent, but you can't open a door?” “I have ordered my nanobots to repair the door, but in the meantime may I suggest the manual pump Captain.” Carver griped a handle that was next to the door in a recessed wall section and pumped it five times, manually opening the door. “This is a new ship, there are bound to be teething troubles Captain,” apologised Alecto. In front of him Carver saw one of the shuttles that ran almost the whole length of the 2200 metre ship, the shuttles ran inside a cylindrical tunnel, there were eight of them; each on its own track, with the tracks attached to the walls of the tunnel. The tunnel itself was divided into ten 200-metre sections each of which could rotate independently of the others so that one station could serve all eight tracks, and in theory no-one would have to wait more than a moment or two for a shuttle that was going in their direction. Carver boarded the shuttle and it shot off toward the bow, Sector 1, where the bridge was. He took a cat-microphone from the pocket of his immaculate black officers uniform and hooked it over his ear. Just then Alecto spoke “The door to Shuttle Station 5 has been fixed Captain.” “Thank you Alecto, are any others faulty?” “Captain there are 9753 doors on this ship, not counting air-locks, would you like me to test them all?” “No, only the ones which haven't been used since the ship was completed.” “402 doors have not been used since completion, testing.....All doors are functioning properly Captain.” “Are there any other faults?” “In all probability Captain.” This would take some getting used to, thought Carver. A moment later the shuttle stopped and he stepped out into the corridor again, one of two corridors that ran the length of the ship. He thought about ordering Alecto to open all of the doors between here and Station 5 so that he could look back a kilometre to where he had just been but thought better of it. He stepped into one of the four transparent ‘vert tubes' that were set against the wall, there was no floor or ceiling, but running up the centre was a metal pole; examples of these tubes ran from the lowest to the highest decks throughout the ship and were the main means of movement between decks though stairwells and lifts were also available as alternatives. There was no artificial gravity net at the bottom of the tubes so all you had to do was use the pole to push off and then again to stop you when you reached the correct deck. Carver pulled himself up the pole hard and flew upwards at high speed, he was going the 250 metres to the top deck, deck 1 of 166. At the very top of the tube the ceiling was heavily padded in case anyone failed to stop in time but Carver did not Click here to read the rest of this story (130 more lines)
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