Chapter 531: Who is with Diamonds? (2/2)
However, I showed them two pictures. One of a fierce looking alien creature, the other of a Terran Descent Humanity infant that was smiling. I asked what they had in common. None of them knew. The alien creature had massive eyes, a small nasal cavity, and two sets of teeth in a powerful jaw.
I showed them what they had in common was: the skull.
They didn't get it.
The fools.
It's so obvious, what the meaning was behind what I was showing them and how it relates to examining a Hellspace breach, but they did not understand.
I showed the same image to Professor Hermans and waited for the insects beneath his skin to mull it over with him. After a moment his eyes opened wide and he excused himself, quickly returning to his team.
How it that a hive of insects using a corpse as a shell can understand such a simple thing but a team of educated and accomplished scientists cannot?
--Marco
he's still asleep
not completely
lets wake him up
he may get close again may touch us again
let him he is not unscathed from last time
microdoses can lead to immunity ask dr klien
he is a fusion of who he was who he wanted to be who he became
only part of him has been exposed
we will wake him up
DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
PERSONAL PROJECT: SUCCESS
CORPORATE PROJECT: NO CHANGE
STATION STATUS: REPAIRS ONGOING (GREEN TEAM SOLO OPERATIONS)
DEATH TOLL: 43 out of 421
HELLSPACE BREACH STATUS: RETURN TO DORMANT STATUS
My personal project has yielded results I had not expected.
It is all so obvious, now, in hindsight.
I was viewing the 2.5D visual media called ”LAST DAYS ON MERCURY”, a dramadocumentary on the last week of fierce fighting between the Unionists and the Omnicorps on Mercury over the resources and pay compensation.
In it, the Unionists were using the natural landscaping and hazards to ensure that the Omnicorp troops were funneled into certain battlefields from a certain direction, launching their probing attack and falling back to pull in the Omnicorp troops during a microfine storm.
It was then that it dawned on me.
Nowadays a lot of military entrenchment and fortification involves ballistic plating, antispalling systems, battlescreens.
But in the beginning, before the Glassing, the Terrans of the time used what they had on hand.
No, let me clarify.
They used existing hazards as protection.
It was so obvious, in that crystal clear moment, what the problem was.
I approached Mister McNugget and informed him. He listened carefully, then had me take another psychological fitness test.
Number Two-Delta.
Satisfied, he dismissed me.
As for the Neural Mapping Team, I largely am working alone. The team is busy concentrating on the actual neural mapping hardware of the SUDS, ignoring the real issue.
The Materials Research Team, the Spooky Matter Research Team, and the Particle Research Team are making no progress in identifying the spooky particles.
I could tell them it is a waste of time.
Their own research shows exactly where it comes from.
You see, part of it is, they think of modern technology and try to apply it backwards, as if it was more crude.
It is, in essence, a different technology.
An explosion in the Spooky Matter Research Lab killed several team members.
We are down to less than 30 scientists.
One of the issues long plaguing the SUDS transmission system is one of common networking. All network traffic requires identification headers for the traffic to be routed properly. At first, it appears that the big problem is decoding the algorithm used by the system to encrypt traffic.
No, the real problem is figuring out how the particles, manufactured in a creation engine or nanoforge, are communicating with other particles.
The particle research team in particular has been overlooking an obvious system anomaly.
They are viewing it as paired subatomic particles, where one changes state and another particle changes state either in the inverse or to match. Paired particles is very well understood and easy to do.
However, as I pointed out, where are those spooky particles paired? What are they paired to? How is it changing its state read by other particles for the system?
Where's the network ID header?
The entire Communications Research Team and the Particle Research Team just stared at me.
I pointed out that the spooky particles were reduced to a single particle before it rapidly replaced them all. I pointed out that the question was threefold: where did they come from? how are they paired? where is the other half?
With the rapid state change which can only be represented in scientific notation at the picosecond level, what is it actually transmitting? You could transmit two hundred thousand digitized neural maps within less than a picosecond across state change that rapid.
So what was really being transmitted, to where, but most of all...
To who?
They had no answer.
I went to the women's bathroom and discussed it with Mister McNugget, who was applying blood to her lips to bring out the bright crimson color.
She agreed with my theorem and told me to keep pursuing it.
You see, Pre-Glassing, everything was locked up, defended. Especially thought.
A pre-Glassing Terran is flush with psychic power to defend their thought.
Doesn't it make sense that the SUDS itself would be defended? Everyone is looking for passwords and firewalls.
Deadspace and Hellspace make for very effective defenses.
Which means: Where exactly is the core SUDS hardware?
When I returned to my quarters I saw that someone is attempting a crude attempt at humor.
A Mark One Cutting Bar was laying on my bunk along with the crossed straps of the carrying harness.
It has been a long time since I held one in my hand.
Holding it brought up a surge of memories.
Tycho Base, under a reddish sky.
A man. In heavy Imperium armor. Three tattooed tears in chrome ink at the corner of one eye. A barcode on one cheek.
I knew him.
I think.
I held the cutting bar tight in my hand.
My name is Marco. I was Darsh Chasu Igwe before I came here. I have returned to being Marco.
But I was someone else. A long time ago.
I felt the old itch on my arm and looked at my arm.
My skin suddenly blistered and peeled. I reached for the medical cream and stopped. For several centuries I have used the cream, which instantly heals the burnt flesh, heals the blisters, restores my skin immediately. NSO has ensured I always have it.
Just like the medication in my drawer.
I scratched the wound, ignoring the pain.
Underneath my flesh, I found microwires.
I used the panga to dig at my arm.
In the middle of my forearm I found something.
A flatware motor.
I applied the salve.
The wound healed almost instantly.
Is it someone playing tricks on me?
Or is it the SUDS defensive system?
I do not know.
Perhaps it is Lucy?
One is just as likely as the other.
--Marco
your name is peter
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