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Where does she get those wonderful toys...Science Dept...When the past doesn't match the future or the present

Posted March 5, 2024, 8:06 p.m. by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor (Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief) in Where does she get those wonderful toys…Science Dept…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Where does she get those wonderful toys…Science Dept…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor (Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief) in Where does she get those wonderful toys…Science Dept…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
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Kelly wasn’t sure where the operations officer was on the sliding scale of the most recent conflict. She knew he had to be somewhere between burn the witch and can we convert her, yes we can but few people were all the way to the extreme of each group. Most were falling in the middle where they were not actively provoking her but keeping a healthy distance away. If Kelly had the time, she would have brought Jessa into the fold in microscopic increments but she did not have the time. During her last communique with Starfleet, she had been given strict orders. Get intell from the girl and learn how much was reality and how much was a fantasy about her claims. Usually, she would have been open with her crew about why she was going to be asking them to do things that felt odd; however, at times even she was not at liberty to say why she was giving orders. She had meetings lined up with most of the department heads individually forgoing her normal routine of handing out orders in a staff meeting. Today Tenzig Trainor was up and she was waiting for the chime at her door.

Kelly Bordeaux

Tenzing had lost the formalities years ago. After all, he’s had far too many run-ins with Q, has been to distant galaxies more than once, and has even found himself at odds with an extermination race. Trainor shuffled up to the Captain’s Ready Room and pressed the chime. Not knowing what the CO had in store for him, the man waited somewhat patiently to be called in.

Trainor
CSO/COO

“Come,” Kelly clicked off her console and clasped her hands looking at the door where the Operations chief had just entered. Of all her meetings in the past twenty-four hours, Kelly had been excited for lack of a better word about meeting with Trainor. The operations chief was a juxtaposition of looks and intelligence that did not marry up. Physically he looked like a newly minted academy cadet about twenty years old and ready to take on the world. The only feature that did not match up with this assessment was Tenzig Trainor’s eyes. While he was quick to laugh, smirk, or smile, Tenzig’s eyes held the weight of his actual age which was more in line with the rest of the senior staff’s. She needed this change from the hostile to the humorous although when she gave Tenzig his orders, he might get a bit feisty.

“Tenzig Trainor,” Kelly replied with an upbeat tone no one had heard in the past twenty-four hours. “Please come have a seat,” she gestured to him.

“I have been meeting with the senior staff about our current situation individually.” Kelly did not expand past this. If Tenzig was going to tender his transfer this would be the perfect opportunity. If he was going to stay he would be asking for orders.

“I know you are getting reports and data from various departments but I want to compartmentalize the information.” Kelly grew more serious than she typically was during meetings. “It is not to pit the crew against each other like some celestial Thunderdome but to cover as much ground as we can in the next week. We have been ordered to the Vespan System. It is remote and isolated and we are to hold there until we receive further orders. Normally I tell you everything I know when I know it but for now, this is all I have been granted access to give you. Okay now to the fun part,” she smiled slightly.

“I need you to help me figure out what this is and does.” On the table was a jar that Kelly opened and took the lid off. Dipping her fingers into the clear gel-like substance, she rubbed into the tips of her fingers very slowly and very gently. “It is odorless, colorless, and has the viscosity of kid’s slime and completely harmless based on medical scans.” Scientists tended to be over-cautious or under-cautious. They rarely tended to be in the middle ground. By touching it and explaining it, Kelly assumed it would be enough for Tenzig to do the same. “I know you have seen some crazy things in your travels but have you ever seen anything like this?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

”…and we’re certain this isn’t some changeling?” Tenzing asked jokingly as he reached into the container to have a feel. After a moment, Trainor shook his head and removed his hand.

“Chicken,” she taunted him slightly with a smile before dragging her fingers over the edge of the glass jar and wiping it off. The clear but slightly bluish gel ran down the edge on the glass and re-incorporated itself with the rest of the liquid inside.

“I haven’t come across anything like this, though the Ark Angel may have a similar occurrence in their database, but where was it found?”

The man didn’t want to be anywhere near it if it did happen to be part of a larger living space creature.

Trainor
CSO/COO

“In the Caelum supercluster which is one point four billion miles from here,” Kelly wrinkled up her nose feeling frustrated with the situation. “It is part of the alien tech we now are trying to understand.” Turning in her seat, Kelly clicked on the wall PaDD and brought up a security feed from the brig. The feed looked normal as it played with a three-man security team monitoring the prisoners in the brig. That was until one of the armored aliens beamed into the Brig. As the alien drew their weapon, a substance with expelled and then attached to the security guards. The substance appeared to splatter on impact and then roll up the body as if gravity was not a factor before settling over the chest and face of the security guards incapacitating them.” Pausing the feed, Kelly looked at Trainor.

“This is how we know it is non-toxic and non-lethal. The security officers check out in perfect health. Almost imperceptibly healthier in fact. Their vitals were good and they are being held in sickbay but your job is to figure out what this substance is, how we use it, and what should we not do with it.”

Moving the jar closer to him, Kelly looked Trainor in the eyes. “Come on. Touch it. You know you want to.”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

Tenzing rolled his eyes. “Captain, if I touch that and it knocks a few more years off, I may as well be in diapers.” The Ops Officer exclaimed. The man did find it a bit enticing, so he reached out a bit and stuck his hand in the jar. “Though clearly, we shouldn’t fling it unless we want to incapacitate someone....” Trainor said as he motioned to the security guard on the screen with the slime covering his torso. Tenzing kept his hand in the goo, waiting a few moments to see if anything were to happen.

Trainor
CSO/COO

“Tenzig,” she screamed his name out wanting to startle him as she could see him intently studying the goo. The instant he flinched the good seemed to harden like cement around his hand. It not only hardened but slowly seemed to be growing up the side of the jar like the blob from the ancient B movies in the twentieth century where a blob of jelly consumed a movie theater or the rest of the town.

“What the....!?” Trainor exclaimed, trying to remove his hand harder. This tactic only appeared to make the thing grasp onto the man’s hand even harder.

As the goo now made the small jar a part of his hand, Kelly leaned back and relaxed as if nothing was wrong. Watching Tenzing trying to extract his hand, Kelly took a sip of her coffee. “I am no scientist but the thing seems sentient almost. Notice how it reacted and is reacting to your panic about trying to get your hand out of the jar? Kinda reminds me of a Chinese finger trap once you get stuck in it.”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“Well surely it has abandonment issues then!” Tenzing responded. The Ops Officer temporarily gave up trying to release his hand and calmed down a bit. The glob didn’t harden until he got startled, so either the glob was started too, or was reacting to Trainor’s emotions. “Maybe once I’ve calmed down some more, it’ll release my hand,” He said.

Trainor
OPS/SCI

“It is what happened with the bound security officers,” Kelly stated before bringing up a clip of the take over of the brig.

Playing it back, Trainor might not be interested in the way Jessa subdued the men but her words to the men. Snapping her hands into a fist, Jessa yelled out the words, “Contain and restrain”. Small ports opened on her knuckles spraying a thick oily substance onto the men. “Please please stop struggling. It is not going to hurt you I promise. It is what we use for crowd control and restraint. I am not going to hurt you.”

Kelly fast-forwarded the clip a few seconds before letting it finish playing it out.

Moving over to him, Jessa knelt down next to him. “Retract for communication,” she called out as she touched the officer’s lips.

“I concur that it has to be tactically activated in some form. See how when the struggling stops the goo loses viscosity?” Kelly nodded to the video clip and to the COO’s hand with the goo. “My question is how?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“Oh, I really hope this isn’t biological....” Trainor said with disgust, watching the slime fall back into the container from his hand, ” But, I’m surprised Petter or Gravel haven’t tried to find ways to weaponize it in the name of Starfleet.” Tenzing tapped the table a few times in thought, then looked back up at the Captain. “Has the doc taken a blood sample?” He asked. “I’m curious about the ports on the knuckles.....”

Trainor
COO/CSO

bump :)

“Yes we have several from Jessa and the most recent,” Kelly let out a frustrated guttural sound in her throat before speaking, “showed traces.” The pause was long and almost painful which matched the expression on Kelly’s face. Her normal smile or smirk had been replaced with a tight-lipped frown. Gripping her coffee mug, Kelly drummed her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Showed traces of phenylcyclohexyl piperidine or more commonly called PCP or aptly in this scenario Angel Dust.” Taking a sip of her drink. Since Jessa has never had this in her blood and I am reasonably certain none of us gave the kid illicit drugs our running theory is that she got it from the suit.

“Anyway back to the ports on the suit,” Kelly circled back to the question Tenzig asked. “After having a conversation with Jessa about the drug in her system which she called a battle drug, it was determined the suit can be activated without use of the battle drug. This is good,” Kelly looked at Tenzig with a smile.

“This means that when you are with her and she activates the weapon that comes out of those knuckle ports, Jessa won’t be a drug riddled addict. So are you free tomorrow for an investigation of them?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“You want me to go near that crazy child?” Tenzing asked in disbelief. The man wasn’t one to shy away from a tough situation, but he had enough experience with the craziness to last several lifetimes. “You’ll have security accompany me, yes?” Trainor asked.

COO/CSO

“No,” Kelly said looking at Tenzig like he was crazy for suggesting needing armed support when dealing with someone who broke out of the Brig and attempted to take over the ship. “Trust me it’s her mouth that is a more deadly weapon than those pulse cannons on her wrists.” Letting out a defeated sigh, she leaned back in her seat. Kelly could understand Tenzig’s apprehension. The rumor mill had been chugging along recently like a runaway train that was on fire once the news had gotten out Jessa had taken on Mardusk.

Tenzing rolled his eyes and shifted in his chair. He was about to go into the lioness’s den, and the Captain knew it.

“So you heard she went toe to toe against Gravel but the part no one mentions is that she didn’t win.” Kelly’s voice has a bit of a pleading quality to it along with a healthy dose of the ‘you can do this’ tone all commanders took on when trying to pump up their officers. “Besides she respects authority so all you have to do is tap into that commanding officer quality and set the rules from the start along with your expectations. Let’s try it,” she waved her hand at Tenzig in a rolling motion. “Show me your officer tone. How would you set expectations?”

Tenzing sat up a bit after hearing the CO’s comments. “For one, Captain, I’d call Q back in here and have him age me another 20 years…” Trainor said sarcastically, referring to his obvious teenage appearance. “I’ll have no trouble walking in there and meeting with her, but I can’t promise results just yet, Captain.”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

Trainor
COO/CSO

“I have the utmost faith in you,” she smiled at Trainor. “I will have her in your labs tomorrow at 1000 hours after she sees Rinker. She will be with O’Neill and as part of the four-man security team but if you don’t want them in there with you, you can send them out.” Kelly knew that would probably never happen but she would offer. “Anything else?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

OOC: Do you want to start the science thread or should I ~ Kate

Tenzing shook his head no. The man already knew she was going to be angry as heck after being passed around each department, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Trainor was at least more calm that security would be on standby, though he knew they wouldn’t be needed.

“I guess I’ll see her tomorrow morning, Cap,” Tenzing said, standing up from his chair.

Trainor
CSO/OPS

“Thank you, Tenzig,” Kelly said sincerely. “I mean that really. Thank you.”

OOC: Yes please, paint the scene please :)

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0800 hours the next day in the science labs
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Jessa walked into the space tentatively looking around. She knew Lexi worked in the labs but so far had not seen any real working space on the Atlantis except for the medical suites. The room looked like the typical labs only with far fewer people in the room. If she didn’t see a need to be here, Jessa would have balked more in coming; however, she did need something. Like most kids, Jessa only saw what was directly in front of her nose. Her plan had been to come here, retrieve the Prism, and then return home. What Jessa didn’t count on was the physical aspect of returning home. The journey was far longer than she realized and without provisions, she would return home as a corpse. To avoid this Jessa needed a replicator and the only way to get one was to steal it or steal the tech on how to make one.

Jessa looked at O’Neill and began to explore slightly. Not being able to read their language meant Jessa could only guess at what was in some of the vials, beakers, and canisters. Moving over to an area that appeared to be botanical, she reached up to touch a petal from some blooming plant.

Jessa Novar

“Pretty isn’t it?” Tenzing asked, peering up from his industrial microscope at the station nearby. The young man pushed the microsope into its slot and approached Jessa. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Trainor, Chief of Science and Operations, and you must be our guest, Jessa?” Trainor said rhetorically. He was sort of able to get a reading on Jessa’s state of mind, but since she was a kid, a dominant emotion was hard to pin point.

Trainor
OPS/CSO

She was concentrating so hard on the flower in front of her that Jessa jumped a bit retracting her hand once she heard Trainor’s voice. “No,” she immediately responded without thinking. Biting her bottom lip, Jessa did not finish the rest of her sentence. Her immediate goal was not to re-educate the crew as it was when she arrived. Since the death of her compatriots, it was more important to play nice and make friends until someone came to rescue her. “It is more than pretty. It’s beautiful. What is it,” she reversed her stance on how she wanted to comment. Don’t be obstinate. Be pleasant, she reminded herself asking a question hoping it would create a small amount of rapport between him and her.

As he spoke, Jessa did not really listen to his answer but focused on the man himself. He was young, handsome, and in charge of the department if she understood their ranking system. Nodding as he finished telling her about the flower, Jessa posed another question that was of more interest to her at the moment. “Aren’t you a little young to be an officer in charge?” Her age and immaturity allowed her to ask the question that from anyone else might have seemed like borderline insubordination or lacking all manners. The questioning look on her face indicated Jessa was actually more confused or skeptical. “Did your predecessor die or…get promoted?”

Jessa Novar

Tenzing had a slight smile as he noticed Jessa fighting herself internally. “Neither actually,” Trainor stated as he rounded the station. In all honesty, the man wasn’t sure what happened to his predecessor but that his arrival helped fit two roles aboard the ship. “On paper, I’m about 38, but I keep finding myself at the other end of a powerful being’s jokes from time to time.....” Trainor didn’t think that using his age appearance could actually benefit them, but he did want to see how far that would take them to getting the information they needed. “So I spend my days as a 19-year-old, though I’ve yet to see if I’ll age or stay the same....”

Trainor
OPS/CSO

“Do you mean God,” she looked at him with a far more reverence. “God has granted you eternal youth?” Jessa was dumbfounded by this revelation. She had never heard of such a divination but the things one could do with it. “So why did you pick 19? I mean it is not that old I guess,” she shrugged as if Tenzig picked his eternal age to be 50 years old, “but are you old enough to do things like drink spirits and such?”

Jessa Novar

Tenzing raised a brow and shook his head, “No, no God.... God-Like, but certainly not immune to ethers around us,” The Science Chief explained,” I also didn’t choose this, though I have some thought on why this age was thrown upon me, rather than something older or far younger.” Lt Cmdr Trainor added. The thought of his situation being eternal was scary enough for him to ponder calling up the Q, though that would most likely cause more issues.

Trainor
OPS/CSO

Jessa resisted pointing out that there was only one God so no one could be God-like. This meant that God granted him a divinity she had never heard of but still a divinity. Later she would explain why Tenzig should be grateful. For now, Jessa was here to show him some tech and figure out as best she could their tech. “So Ian said you had some questions about how our technology works. What would you like to learn about first?”. Reaching into her pocket, Jessa pulled out several of the small balls that the security feed showed she used in the promenade. In her hand, they looked like ball bearings but these same balls allowed four people to almost take over the entire promenade.

Jessa Novar

” I guess we can start with those,” Tenzing stated. The Science Chief stared at the ball-bearing-like objects, then back at Jessa. “How are the constructed?” Trainor asked. The lab was automatically scanning the objects, so they didn’t raise suspicion with the girl. His goal was to find a way to later recreate these objects.

Trainor
CSO/COO

“How should I know? I am twelve,” she looked at him as if he was crazy. Reaching over she picked up a scanner that looked a lot like the one they used in sickbay. “Do you know how this is constructed?” Her tone indicated she had little faith that Trainor knew anything about the device except how to turn it on and use it.

Tenzing reached over, grabbed the tricorder, and opened it up. “This is but a computer,” He stated. The Science Officer motioned it around, pretending to scan the area. “Its basic components are no different than that of a PaDD, communicator, or whatever electronic device that may come to mind.” Tenzing closed the tricorder and placed it back onto the table. “Inside, there’s a computer that’s programmed with every gas, metal, liquid, illness, or life known to Starfleet.”

Listening to Trainor explain the device Jessa raised an eyebrow as if in disbelief. “Whatever,” she dismissed his explanation with the simple phrase, “You are just old. Old people know all the things everyone else doesn’t.” While she was young, most kids her age in the Federation knew the bare minimum about how tricorders worked. If Tenzig had questioned how much Jessa knew about Federation technology, her comments showed it far bordering on next to nothing.

“Am I old though?” Tenzing smiled, taking a step back. “Sure, I’ve been around since the mid 2300s, but if you were to use that tricorder, you’d probably find that I’m biologically only 8 or 9 years older than you.”

“So I don’t know how these are made but they rely on our nanotechnology.” Rolling them around in her hands, it was obvious the balls were not fragile by the way they bumped and clinked into each other. “We use them for most of our work type jobs. Don’t be scared okay. I promise you I won’t hurt you so don’t hurt me.” It was a huge risk in activating a MECH again but Jessa needed help and allies until the fleet arrived to save her. Normally men of science tended to want to create rather than destroy. Hopefully, this Tenzig Trainor’s curiosity was stronger than his fear response.

Work type jobs? Tenzing thought to himself. Trainor cautiously looked over at the security officer standing near the door, then back to Jessa. “Let’s see it then?”

Jessa took a deep breath and tossed one of the balls on the ground. “Sakriy,” she stated. Her words seemed to activate the ball which caused the ball to increase its size over and over until one of the four-foot, bullet-shaped MECH’s was standing between them. The creation process was fast. Visually the growth of the ball looked a lot like the activation of the armor Jessa was wearing. It appeared to overlap over and over as it grew larger and larger. If Tenzig was recording the meeting with Jessa, he might be able to slow the visual enough to see it grow. In slow motion, the image would remind one of a laser printer where each layer was built on the previous one. Once grown the surface of the MECH was perfectly unmarred looking like liquid mercury but solid to the touch. Only a rectangular “eye” glowed blue.

Looking around the table, Jessa saw a cylinder. Picking it up, Jessa held it over the ground and let it fall to the floor. The broken shards splintered into pieces all around the two individuals’ feet. “Maramat,” she replied and instantly the MECH sent what looked like a tentacle to the ground slowly cleaning up the mess.

Jessa Novar

Tenzing was momentarily stunned by what he saw occur. “This theoretically shouldn’t be possible,” He said to himself. “…and how is this used in a workplace setting?”

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

“Well, she said in a confused tone, “to do things people don’t want to do like clean things up, build things, maintain public stability.” Jessa realized how hard this question was to answer with just a sentence. “See we use bots and MECH’s for most of the menial tasks to keep civilizations running. Our citizens control them based on their educational level in our society. So Watchmen can deploy MECH’s to maintain order or to stop criminals. Adjudicators arrive on the scene to try the individual on the spot and then if guilty, the MECH will take the criminal to detention. Architects will create a design and program it into the MECH. The construction crews monitor the MECH to ensure the plans are followed. Everyone has house MECH’s for the day-to-day tasks like cleaning and maintaining a home.”

“Hmmm…” Trainor said. The Federation didn’t have anything as sophisticated as this ‘one tool fits all’ gadget; Tenzing was really interested in seeing it further in action.

“See the display,” she pointed at the blue rectangle. “That is civilian mode. That means it…” she paused choosing her words carefully,” it helps those that need it.” Jessa deftly any negative aspect of the machine. She knew the crew had seen they could be used offensively and caught a glimpse of how they could be used defensively. The first was when the Marines entered the alien shuttle and the latter was when the Elders attempted to take over the Promenade. To Jessa, it was a trivial piece of information but Tenzig was a scientist and the Chief Operations Officer. He, like most of the other senior staff, would have gone over the holorecordings for hours and now he could compare. When the MECH’s eyes were red, they were in attack mode. When they were in blue, they seemed to be less lethal. The question one might wonder is if the colors could change on their own or did the modes require an order to change.

Jessa Novar

The science officer was silent for a moment. From what Jessa told him, these MECHs appeared to understand who was holding them, which meant they could have a form of intelligence much like an android. “How do the MECHs know who is holding them?” He asked, breaking the silence. “You all aren’t wearing chips are you?” The Science Chief asked.

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

“No. It’s by DNA.” Reaching out she handed a ball to Tenzig. “It is not going to work for you because it was not imprinted to you. It is how we keep control of the MECH’s. Only people who require them are allowed to use them. You can keep that if you want but it is just a ball of metal.” The tone in her voice said she did not think the Federation had the skills or technology to even begin to figure out how to make it work. That was the folly of most teens: Having the absolute belief that before them, the adults had to have been wandering around lost before a teen could impart wisdom that would ultimately change their life. Pursing her lips, Jessa made a decision. “I could however give you control to this MECH…for a few hours,” she quickly added. “It will only be for civilian use. You won’t be able to use it for defense or access the weapons but you could break things and see how it cleans things up. All you have to do is say maramat which means fix or repair.”

Jessa Novar

Tenzing nodded slowly in reply, as he was lost in thought. It appeared the MECH could be programmed to certain people depending on their vocation, though he also wondered if the MECH could be brute-forced into being able to access all functions at once.

Without much thought to it, the CSO pushed over one of his beakers onto the ground, “Maramat!” Trainor called out, giddy to see the thing in action.

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

The MECH swiveled to look at Jessa before it looked back at Tenzig and extended a long tentacle-like extension to clean up the mess. This time however instead of just making a pile while cleaning up the mess, it scooped up the mess forming a tray-like surface where it presented the mess to Tenzig. Holding it out patiently, the MECH waited.

Trainor eyed the thing, then turned to Jessa. Maybe he had misunderstood the MECH, and thought it would be able to fix the object.

“Okay before you ask,” Jessa hopped up on the science station letting her legs swing a bit as she talked, “it is not sentient. Creating a robot to think like a sentient is blasphemy. It is also banned and there are safeguards in place so that they can never get any smarter than this but it does have a basic learning application so it can think along some parameters. For example, I broke a glass thing and then you broke a glass thing. Since it was the same that happened twice, the MECH thinks the last attempt it made to fix things was wrong. The learning program is so that it can make decisions without direct intervention in areas of civil safety or to learn how you like things for home use.”

Jessa looked at Tenzig with a smile seeing how interested he was in the device. “Gailektik staindard mein chaar ghante tak aagyaapaalan karen,” she spoke in Galactic Union Prime. “I told it to obey you in your language. It seems silly for me to translate everything you might want it to do. It is going to wait until you give it an order.” Jessa hoped Tenzig would be happy with her decision. The Elders or her people would not but Jessa had broken so many rules in the past few days this one would not matter.

Jessa Novar

“Take the glass to the replicator,” Tenzing said to the MECH.

The MECH paused for a long second, not moving but the blue eye pulsed in long slow tones. As a scientist, it might look to Trainor as if it were an old-time computer processing the command. Language and writing had been and continued to be a huge barrier for Jessa. She might be able to speak the language but not all vocabulary was the same.

“Pratilipikaar,” she replied to the MECH. “Umm,” Jessa looked around the room until she found the device Trainor was indicating. “That box on the wall,” she pointed to it. Turning to look back at Trainor, Jessa explained. “We don’t have replicators on Vela Astria. Honestly we don’t have them anywhere in the Galactic Union. It didn’t know how to follow your command.”

“We have androids that are programmed to think like humanoids,” The Science Chief stated, “We’ve even had one serve in Starfleet!” He exclaimed. LtCmdr Trainor paused for a moment a looked at Jessa. If her people were against sentient robots, they probably wouldn’t care too much for the Federation.

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

The information made Jessa’s eyes widen slightly. “Here.....on this ship. You have a sentient bot?” Jessa looked around the room and felt an urge to shift the MECH to offensive mode. These people were going to be the literal and figurative death of her. Mind seers, sentient robots, staunch opposition to the union: When Pellan arrived she would have to make sure everyone trod lightly.

Jessa Novar

Trainor shook his head. “No no no…” He said, trying to calm the girl down. “There was really only one that was sentient enough to serve aboard a starship, the others do menial tasks in ship yards or farms....” The CSO explained. He didn’t dare tell Jessa about how they were hacked and had attacked Mars.

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

“We were in a war millennia ago with artificial intelligence,” Jessa announced with a pronounced neutral tone. “They came out of nowhere and spread like a plague against civilization until we defeated them.” It was apparent Jessa was reciting some fact however it was not in the zealous way she spoke about the Galatic Union. Whatever had happened, had occurred so far back in what her people considered history it was nothing more than a footnote to the girl with no meaning past historical significance.

Sensing Trainor was less than impressed with the MECH, Jessa chewed her lip. “Our MECH’s do have a civil defense mode what makes them more free thinking. I could show you that,” she said more hestitantly.

Jessa Novar

“Hmmmm, interesting,” Trainor responded. He noted the child’s hesitancy, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. “Would that mode be a tool used in defense, or used as an actual stand-alone defense, sort of like our auto drones?” Tenzing also wondered how a civilization could continue to avoid AI so long after their incident, while the Federation was finally coming around to reintroducing AI after a decade or two.

Lieutenant Commander Tenzing Trainor
Chief Operations Officer/Science Chief

“If you are asking if the MECH’s can be used for an offensive purpose the answer is yes but I don’t think we should do that mode in here.” Jessa looked around as if surveying what type of damage could be caused if she enacted that mode. “As I said they can be programmed to protect someone or a group of someone’s at all costs. Lemme show you,” she stated in a questioning tone.

Reaching over the table, Jessa pulled her backpack over to her and pulled out a small disc that visually resembled a hockey puck. Touching a button on the side, the device sent a projection up from the middle. While the technology was impressive, displaying a large panorama where a battle was obviously raging. The MECH’s were firing weaponry at something beyond the screen and formed a picket line so that no enemy shot were able to penetrate it. Behind the MECH’s was a group of people fleeing the scene with the typical chaos that occurred when civilians were under attack.

While Tenzig had only seen the fallout from the Atlantis Marines trying to board the alien ship, now he had a complete version of what happened in a sense. The place and people were different but Tenzig was probably witnessing something similar to what the Marines had encountered on the Beacon of Hope.

Jessa looked at the screen with pure admiration. Like most people, Jessa saw what she wanted to see. The MECH’s defending a group of people. It was honorable and something one should be proud of and aspire to help others in the same fashion that are weaker or in need. Since she was not an adult, Jessa could not flip the script and ask the questions adults might such as why are they fighting and who is running away. History was always written by the victors and in this case it was safe to say the authors of this story was the Galactic Union.

Jessa Novar


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