Chapter Twenty-One (Interlude) (1/2)
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SUBJECT: TERRAN TECHNOLOGY
Despite concerns of many it does not appear that the Terrans are eons ahead of the Unified Civilized Races as they have raced past us while utilizing technology we have long known of or discarded as irrelevant. In all area, from metals to circuitry to chemicals even to superluminal propulsion, the humans never discard information or stop research into applications and further information.
An example is their ”warsteel” which is, in fact, NOT steel. It is an ion bonded molecular aligned hyperalloy that must be crafted in a high temperature environment and can only be worked by extreme pressure. We have known of this alloy for eons but have found it useless as the expense in energy and materials outstrips its utility as it can be replaced by weaker materials that are much safer, cheaper, and easier to manufacture and utilize.
Warsteel is forged on only the hottest, most barren planets. Terrans claim it can only be forged by ”hate” or ”wrath”, two Terran concepts that are primitive. Hate is an intense, almost irrational, level of dislike. Wrath has two meanings, one synonymous with hate, the other is extreme, even excessive violence. As you can tell, those really have no meaning when it comes to manufacturing.
Attempts to replicate warsteel forging with current methods have failed. The material can be produced but it hardens within microseconds and cannot be worked.
We cannot explain how there are propaganda pictures taken to support the war effort that show liquid warsteel, a deep crimson in color reminiscent of Terran blood, being poured onto forging surfaces the humans call ”anvils”.
Where our technological progression follows a fairly predictable line, just like every other discovered race, the Terran's technological progression looks more like someone randomly connecting lines between the stars. Rather than taking the proper time to consider the ramifications of any line of research before delving into such research, as is the fact with most races, Terrans just start researching it without worrying about moral or ethical implications.
This has led to advancements in many sectors that we did not attain because of ethical quandaries involving early formula or scientific application probabilities.
In this paper, we will show how the Terran scientific progression can only be described as: ”Madness on a scientific scale” and provide proof.
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SUBJECT: TERRAN COMBAT ROBOTS
How do I put this?
They aren't robots. They're Terrans. Either one who has traded in his biological body for a fully mechanical one except for his brain or one encased in full armor. Even the ones the size of a high rise building have a human brain operating them. Yes, even the ones that vomit up nuclear beams.
Worse yet, is you REALLY need to stop bringing these guys back.
Most of them wake up when I'm checking out their circuitry, and I'm here to tell you, they don't like that.
Half the time they threaten me to try to force them to allow to return to combat, even if that combat was weeks ago.
I'm not sure ANY of the so called ”robots” are actually robots. The one subject you brought me, as soon as I applied power, woke up and demanded a lawyer. Then used my personal communicator to call one.
Apparently the Terrans have cracked the method of creating digital sapience without it going homicidal.
I know your august body wants answers, but let me tell you one simple thing: Investigating this technology is an invitation to madness.
If you can explain to me how a ”SUDS” works, you can have my summer house. Apparently, at the moment of biological function termination, the ”Soul Uninterrupted Disaster Storage” goes into effect, supposedly ”sucking them in” and then they can be ”reloaded” into a custom made or a replacement body.
YOU TELL ME HOW THIS WORKS! IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT! DEAD IS DEAD! THIS IS THE REALLY REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO COMING BACK!
You know what, to use a human saying: All of you can get fucked. That's right, I told you to go FUCK yourselves. The whole Uni-fucking-fied Science Fucking Council can go take a flying fuck at whatever a rolling fucking donut is.
Oh, and you can eat shit too.
I quit.