Just over the Interstellar Horizon...  (Ralhend / Lustful Bride)
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				Title: <strong>Just over the Interstellar Horizon...  (Ralhend / Lustful Bride)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 07:45:20</strong>
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				Cape Canaveral, Florida. <br>&nbsp;0400 EST, April 25th, 2027<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/FALKENHANGAR.jpg)<br><br>Mist slowly wafted up from the worn concrete flat top before a cavernous, rounded hangar...<br>Looking at it from ground level it looks similar to an overgrown can of soup, laid over on its side and buried halfway into the ground.&nbsp; Its massive doors completely shut.<br>Flickering lights could be seen through the many frosted windows dotting its corrugated tin surface, suggesting that the denizens inside might be welding something together...&nbsp; Hushed voiced could be heard coming from deep inside<br><br>Dr Lance Pagadi studied something before him, his dark eyes narrowing, his brow furrowing his receding hairline as he concentrated.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Falken, you're nuts..." </span> He said in a deep, rich voice, laced with an East Indian Accent. He continued<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> "King Knight to F3"</span> He murmured.<br><br>A mere millisecond later, a metallic, computerized voice hummed back at him from a sleek, futuristic looking fixed wing aerospacecraft just a few feet away.&nbsp; &nbsp;A bright greenish-blue light flickered in time with the voice from the numerous glass ovals dotting the area where cockpit glass might be on a conventional fighter plane.<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"King Knight to F6, and I assure you, I am not a starchy dried ovary of a plant..."</span><br>Several technicians crawled over the FALKEN-01's crimson and gray painted surface, attaching numerous cables, running various tests, and communicating with all of them simultaneously through their headsets, giving them various status updates.&nbsp; His external voice speakers were devoted to Dr Pagadi.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Its a metaphor, an arrangement of words meant to mean something else, as in, 'You're Nuts' is synonymous with You're Crazy"</span>&nbsp; His eyes studied the chessboard again, wondering if there was a fault in the FALKEN's logic matrix.&nbsp; Instead of trying to control the center of the chessboard, the computer was trying to control the edges.&nbsp; He had seen this style of play before, but only against his grandfather, who was suffering from traumatic brain injury...<br>He shrugged it off, deciding to complete the game first. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Queen Knight to C3"</span>&nbsp; He replied.<br><br>The Craft responded immediately afterward in its digitized voice. <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"King Pawn to E6" </span>.<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Spoken verbal communication is so dreadfully slow and inefficient.&nbsp; The English Language is likewise bizzare, as almost every word has multiple definitions or spellings, and relies heavily on context.&nbsp; You really should install a neural interface device so we could have these conversations in a mere matter of seconds."</span><br>The computer engineer ignored the attempted jab from the machine as he studied the boards position again, and thought long and hard.&nbsp; He allowed his mind to wander.<br><br>A mere five years ago the various superpowers of the world were rife with infighting and petty wars to control resources that were perceived to be scarce.&nbsp; Five years ago an object perceived to be a meteor ripped through the upper atmosphere and impacted directly&nbsp; over the south pole.&nbsp; Immediately after that a mysterious transmission was heard over every television, cellular phone, radio, and every other communication device.&nbsp; <br><br>A temporary ceasefire was called, and the five most powerful nations got together and launched a coordinated effort to investigate.&nbsp; The source of the transmission was traced back to the south pole.<br>Through their combined efforts,&nbsp; The impactor was recovered from under almost a mile of re-melted and frozen&nbsp; ice and snow.&nbsp; It was no bigger than a standard Briefcase, all metallic, with an iridescent finish.&nbsp; Lights were blinking upon its surface repeatedly in a dizzying array of patterns.<br><br>The device was taken back to a secret location, where experts from every country were sent to help investigate the mysterious object.&nbsp; Over the next Year it was found to be a hyper advanced data core, and computing system...&nbsp; And just to make matters interesting, it was self aware, and attempting to communicate.<br>First contact had been made.<br><br>Once it had learned how to transmit and receive digital signals, it absorbed the sum of what was on the wireless internet in a mere matter of hours.&nbsp; It communicated with its hosts, informing them that it was a new type of weapon created by a hyper advanced alien race, which the device called "Irimundi".&nbsp; In an effort to save his planet from being destroyed, he launched the device into space, through a "Faster Than Light" warp gate...<br><br>The race of aliens who created the device looked to be aquatic in nature, similar in appearance to the giant squids of earth, only that their skin was a rich blue green, and that they communicated via flashes of bioluminescence.&nbsp; IE this explained all of the flashing lights on the surface of the device.<br><br>It informed them that its creator had destroyed the warp gate behind him so that those hungry for power could not follow it, but that it was only a temporary solution.&nbsp; The creatures would make an attempt to recover their precious new AI invention.&nbsp; Their technology was highly advanced compared to earths,&nbsp; and a full scale invasion would not be able to be defended against...at least not without help.<br><br>The device, named "Article 1" had decided to not allow anything to happen concerning it to be hidden.&nbsp; It broadcast everything live all over the planet despite many attempts to shield it and keep it in secret, as many of Earth's militaries salivated at gaining an advantage over their rivals.<br>After attempts to destroy the device failed, up to and including tossing it into a volcano failed, the countries of the world begrudgingly put aside their differences and united to fight against the impending common threat.<br><br>The computer system then requested to be fed copious amounts of raw materials...&nbsp; All of which were easily supplied.&nbsp; Silicon, Iron, Gold, Lead, and numerous other compounds.&nbsp; The device took them all in via a small, externally generated black hole like rift in space...&nbsp; A few hours later, the device split up into 7 more similar devices...&nbsp; Each one was taken back to a superpower, where they ingested more, and created more copies.&nbsp; &nbsp;Over time they each developed differing personalities, but all stayed loyal to the common goal;&nbsp; Protect their new home and their new allies, humanity.<br><br>The next five years witnessed an explosion of technological advancement.&nbsp; Based on designs stored in the first device's memory core, new space worthy alloys were developed, and faster than light drives were made that were capable of transferring the entire solar system in a matter of minutes.&nbsp; This allowed the mining of the asteroid belt for production of needed warmachines.&nbsp; Nanomachine based fabrication became a quick and easy way to construct almost anything.&nbsp; Almost all automated machines had its very own AI device mounted in it somehow, making machines all individuals and citizens almost overnight.<br><br>Sure, there were skeptics, but they couldn't argue with the results...<br>Satellites and probes were deployed in various areas around the Oort cloud to monitor for any suspicious activity.&nbsp; The realization of how small humanity had been came into perspective in a matter of months.&nbsp; Resources were no longer scarce, and humanity saw no reason to keep fighting one another...<br>According to Article 1's time table, about five years were left until the Irimundi&nbsp; would arrive via their current drive technology...<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Dr Pagadi?" </span> The digitized voice of the FALKEN snapped the chief Engineer out of his reverie.&nbsp; He blinked twice... <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> "Yes Falk I'm here.&nbsp; We need to finish these tests, your co-pilot will be here in the next few hours...<br></span>
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