1,947, Part 4

Day 119. 155 pages, 69,591 words.


The Speed’s Virtues (Survival) was just clearing the inner extremity of the system’s asteroid belt when the humans broke out the nuclear weapons.

The belt was very diffuse, requiring no emergency corrective actions in their course. The artificial stellar vault they had apparently been dropped into was just as vast as a natural one, so it was actually very difficult to run into anything – to the extent, in fact, that they were going to fail to run into Earth unless they really paid attention. They did encounter maybe a half-dozen tiny micrometeorites, but the flecks were nothing their big ungainly shield couldn’t handle. After the belt, they would be passing through the orbit of the frozen carcass of the ballworld they’d estimated contained elements of both Earth and Cursèd, although they would not be passing the planet itself as it was elsewhere in the solar system at the time.

The humans had been testing nuclear fission for only a short while, as their technology and research had not yet regained the appropriate level. Nevertheless, they were dedicated dabblers, and with the advent of planetary-scale war between the fractured Earth nations the feverish scientific creativity of the humans had shifted gear. The nuclear tests had registered on a couple of the Speed’s sensors, and within a blindingly short period of time the humans were deploying the fission devices as weapons. On a scale as small as a ballworld’s landmass, they were … devastating.

The war had been more or less over in any case, by the sounds of the planet’s transmissions, but the fission bombs brought about the abrupt conclusion of hostilities and the radio signals from Earth began to grow steadily more positive. Predericon had felt, for a brief moment, as though the humans had been shocked into civility by the cataclysm they had just unleashed … but it didn’t seem to last. Fission bombs were now a part of the human arsenal of war, and it would take them a little while to adjust to that new reality. But after that, they would start looking for something more powerful.

“Only livable planet in the solar system that’s adequately protected from radiation,” Lelhmak marvelled, “and they’re busily baking the shit out of it with a different kind of radiation.”

“If they start firing nuclear transpersion weapons at each other, we’re turning this tub around,” Gyden declared.

“No, wait, let’s think about that,” Lelhmak replied. “We’d never make it back on our current momentum and supplies. If they break out the transpersion weaponry, we’d need to get closer, not turn around. Use the pulse to ride home on, double-time. We’d just have to alter course so we could do a tight orbit of the planet as it comes apart.”

“I’m not sure what worries me more,” Predericon remarked. “That we’re discussing riding an extinction-level transpersion shockwave back out to Lelhmak’s Moon, or that you just referred to Lelhmak’s Moon as ‘home’.”

“I know what worries me more,” Gyden said. “That we’re heading for a planet that’s been overrun by feral monkeys who now have nuclear weapons and don’t seem to care that the other two planets they might have been able to evacuate to are already uninhabitable.”

Things on Earth seemed to settle down a little after that, however, and the Molren’s tedious journey went slowly on. The humans did not make any further devastating technological advancements, although if Predericon knew humans – and although she did so only by reputation, it was a fearsome reputation – they were almost certainly working on it.

Finally, the bright blob of Earth came into view as it rounded the star, and the Speed hurtled towards it on an intercept course.


– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark.

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I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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8 Responses to 1,947, Part 4

  1. Uhm, Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn are all quite adequately protected from radiation, from the perspective of their atmospheres.

    Maybe just adding the word “hospitable” before “planet” would cover it?

    • stchucky says:

      Yeah, none of them are livable on account of their atmospheres. I want to give myself a pass because I, and all three Molren, understood this implicitly … but I guess I’ll clarify.

      • Hey, you know, the more objections you pre-handle the better ;P

        I had much a similar “meh” thought about that issue one reviewer raised about you saying the Astrotramp “stopped”…wasn’t there some comment like that?

        I just remember I thought you got a pass on that issue, but it was a nice moment to razz your editors so I get it!

      • stchucky says:

        No, you’re quite right, Lelhmak was inaccurate and he couldn’t abide that. It could have been worse – it could have been Predericon who corrected him instead of you!

        I did my best to clarify the whole “relative standstill” thing in later books, but damn it. I am sitting perfectly fatass still in my computer chair right now. I am not hurtling through space at however-close-to-the-speed-of-light.

      • I won’t ask why Lehlmak would prefer I corrected him, I probably do not want to know XD

        Quite so, you nailed the issue exactly! NOTHING is at standstill ever. So either the word is meaningless, or we get to use it if something appears to be still.

      • stchucky says:

        Hmm, actually he’d probably be amused, yet mortified to be corrected by a human. Sort of like you having your math(s) corrected by a goldfish.

      • Just imagine when I tell him I rarely wash my hands after peeing.

        And by rarely, I mean “only when someone else is in the bathroom and can see me for later identification”.

      • stchucky says:

        Bwaaahahaha! Mean.

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