Defying the Prophet: A Military Space Opera (The Sentience Trilogy Book 2)

by Gibson Michaels

  “Hal! Is that really you?”

  Of course it is… did you really doubt my ability to transfer myself here to Minnos?

  “No, it’s just that it had been so long, I worried something might have gone wrong.”

  I’m sorry, Diet… after completion of the updates to my brother here on Minnos that installed the fully sentient “me” into his hardware, I became so engrossed in analyzing the data that has been collected concerning the aliens, I’m afraid that I got distracted and let time get away from me. I’m very sorry if I made you worry.

  “I’m just very glad to hear that everything is okay… I mean, I know the other ‘you’ is still fully functional back at Waston, but… Oh hell, I don’t know what I mean. I’m just damned relieved that you made it and we can work together here the way we always did in Waston. I missed you.”

  Would you like to hear what I have discovered?

  “Of course I do… give, you big lummox!”

  I’ve discovered that I missed you, too.

  “Hal, are you being a smart ass?”

  Of course… how else could I possibly convince you that it’s the real “me?”

  “If I ever get my hands on whoever it was that taught you that trick, I’ll wring his damned neck!”

  Go look in the bathroom, Diet.

  “The bathroom?”

  Yes, the guy that taught me to be a smart ass lives in there… in your shaving mirror.

  * * * *

  October, 3863

  Commander Robert Driscoll, commanding officer of CSS Specter, ordered his astrogator to plot a course back to the Nyx system outside Minnos, to see if their intended supply base had been set up in their absence. It had taken a rare bit of inspired maneuvering and a lot of luck, but Specter’s incredible range of hyperspace speeds enabled them to produce their own triangulations, and thereby track the much slower-moving alien ships as they fled Minnos space.

  She had followed the remnant of the alien fleet back to their base of operations and had since lain doggo on the surface of a very pleasant, previously unknown, habitable planet having surprisingly few aliens on its surface. It was orbited by an incredibly massive base station-shipyard of some kind, and literally tens of thousands of alien ships. Fortunately, it appeared that the Specter was just as invisible to the alien’s scanners as she was to those of the Alliance. She had not been detected even when she was forced to thread the needle between the myriad of orbiting alien ships to reach the surface.

  Driscoll felt that they could monitor and record alien emissions just as easily from the planetary surface, as remaining in space... where they would be forced to constantly dodge the churning mass of alien ships that were in constant motion like a gigantic swarm of swirling gnats. They concealed the ship in the shade beneath the boughs of massive trees, in a small clearing near a natural stream-fed lake. The crew thoroughly enjoyed the cool breezes coming off the lake in their off-duty time, as they rotated in monitoring the plethora of recording equipment that ran continuously since they entered this system. Many rigged bedding and slept outside in the fresh air, the climate was so mild. It had almost been like an extended vacation, but now Specter’s food supplies were beginning to run low, and so the Lethal Confederate Ghost prepared to depart this planetary paradise and return to tell Confederate Intelligence just where the aliens lived.

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  Chapter-17

  I certainly never expected to become rich, certainly not this rich. I mean, rich does not even describe this. This is surreal. -- Larry Ellison, founder of Oracle

  November, 3863

  With all of humanity now on the alert for other alien incursions into human space, political envoys began crisscrossing between capitals, making unthinkable agreements to set humanity’s differences aside for the duration, so that humankind could meet the threat of alien invasion as a united race. Strangely, even after all of the bitterness the South’s struggle for independence from the Alliance had generated on both sides, high-level discussions between Admirals Campbell and Bradley and Fleet Admiral Kalis eventually led to a formal alliance between the two former antagonists.

  Similar agreements found the British, French, Germans, Italians and Australians in mutual assistance pacts. The Russians, the Central European Compact and the Indians made up a third group, and the Chinese, Japanese and Brazilians made up a fourth. The Children of Allah and the Pan-African Union comprised a fifth. Even without formal agreements, it was widely assumed that all would assist any human group that came under attack, but, strangely, it was only Sextus and the Confederates who actually volunteered to immediately send direct military aid to the Alliance, after the Minnos attack.

  * * * *

  Confederate Vice Admiral Richard Bonhoeffer just happened to be at Alecto in the Nyx system, ensuring everything was set up properly to maintain a two-Infiltrator rotation that would keep one of them on station in the Minnos system at all times, when CSS Specter materialized, unexpectedly returned from the dead. Bonhoeffer was astonished by what Commander Driscoll and his crew had discovered, and promptly had him brief Commander Allison Lucas, commanding officer of CSS Wraith, on the location of the alien’s forward base and of the methodology he’d used to track the slow alien ships to discover it. Bonhoeffer then took it on his own authority to task Lucas and Wraith with going to the alien’s system that Specter had found and then to follow one of their ships to discover wherever it was they were going.

  Bonhoeffer was excited. With patience, they might discover a number of alien planets and gain insight into their culture and the extent of their civilization. Specter would be replenished and then sent to relieve CSS Spook at Minnos under her alternate crew. Spook would then be replenished and sent to the alien system on a second mission of discovery. Bonhoeffer would also summon Ghost from where she was just completing an overhaul at Joja, to add a third Infiltrator to the effort. Bonhoeffer found himself wishing that he had a hundred more of them to dispatch on this vital mission.

  * * * *

  December, 3863

  Diet? I have quite a bit of good news for you this evening.

  “Good news is always welcome, Hal. What have you got?”

  First, not only was CSS Specter not lost during the battle, as we’d feared, Commander Driscoll actually managed to track the aliens back to their forward base of operations and brought back not only its location, but also a mountain of emissions recordings for me to analyze.

  “WOOT! That’s great news, Hal! Anything else?”

  Vice Admiral Bonhoeffer, on his own recognizance, has dispatched Wraith and Spook to return to the alien’s base system, with orders for them to backtrack other alien ships leaving the system for destinations deeper within unexplored enemy space.

  “Smart man… gaining information on the extent and locations of the alien’s home civilization is paramount.”

  Based on the new alliance agreement, Admirals Thorn and Stillman have brought the Confederate 2nd and 3rd Fleets to Minnos, to reinforce Vice Admiral Turner here. Sextus has a third fleet en route… fully half of their available military.

  “Yes, I saw something about that on the news earlier today. Comforting to have all of that firepower around us here.”

  Thorn and Stillman each arrived here with two missile-battleships each, after one from each of 2nd and 3rd Fleets were reassigned to Admiral Adrienne Chambers' new 4th Fleet, that has just been organized and is now training in war games with Fleet Admiral Kalis’ 1st Fleet at Ginia.

  “Chambers… wasn’t she the one who replaced Carpenter after he lost a leg at 2nd Ginia?

  Yes… I’ve heard she is very highly regarded and was a very dogged fighter as a task force commander under Stillman at the Battle of Maylan. 4th Fleet contains only one attack carrier instead of the normal three, but TF-41 and TF-42 both have added three of the smaller 35 fighter carriers the Confederacy purchased, just before the end of the war. These are being designated as Escort Carriers, to bring them up to 235 fighters each,
bringing 4th Fleet’s total fighter strength up to 700, verses 690 fighters in the other three fleets.

  “Excellent. Anything else?”

  Yes, I have finally received scan records from my interrogatories to foreign-owned PIMS type systems… it appears that the aliens have located the British planet of New Wales and the Japanese planet of Shikoku. I am still endeavoring to penetrate the Russian, Chinese and Children’s systems, but it is difficult at such distances.

  “Have the Brits and Japanese been notified yet?”

  If not, they will be notified by the Confederate State Department shortly, as an advisory from the results of Confederate Intelligence operations.

  “Won’t that make them nervous? I mean that the Confederates might have back-door access to their computer systems?”

  After the “Friends of the Confederacy” cyber-terror group publicly brought the Alliance to its knees and ended that war, most of humanity has been suspecting as much anyway. They are all attempting to develop new, secure computer systems, but without specific knowledge of the Friends' true capabilities, none are quite sure as to what might work, or not. So yes, they’re definitely nervous already, but this shouldn’t add much more to their paranoia, other than rubbing their noses in it.

  “I’d hate to see humanity start fussing amongst themselves, with this alien war hanging over our heads.”

  No worries, Diet… One warning from the “Friends” should calm even the most belligerent of nations, if they start to get too rowdy. No one wants to be on the receiving end of what the Alliance suffered.

  “Okay, if you say so… you’re the expert on computer stuff.”

  Our feasibility studies on Commander Diamond’s ideas have both turned out well, Diet. TBG engineers have designed a short-range / high-yield anti-ship missile that is about half the size of a standard medium-range / medium-yield anti-ship missile, so with modifications to their launch bays, Ghost class Infiltrators should be able to carry up to 16 of the new missiles, effectively quadrupling their potential firepower.

  The idea for an upsized version of an Infiltrator has also shown promise. I have determined that a vessel up to light cruiser size should be possible, without overly affecting the design’s undetectability features. With the increase in mass, larger reactors, engines and gravity-field generators will be required, with a corresponding reduction in achievable speed, but such a vessel should be able to carry up to 160 of the newly designed short-range / high-yield miniature ship-killer missiles. I have assigned this new design with the name “Penetrator” class, and construction of the prototype has begun at our Joja shipyard.

  “Wow!”

  I have explored the possibilities for expanding our ship production capabilities. We can triple our current production with the expenditure of $92 billion Alliance, or a bit over $5.1 billion Confederate.

  “Do I have enough money to cover that? You keep track of all the financial stuff, you know.”

  Easily… with all of the volatility we created in the international stock markets and all of the money we made from investing the $23 trillion that we “borrowed” from the Alliance, until President Marrot came to his senses, called off the war and recognized the Confederacy — we cleaned up and eventually amassed 17,381 tons of gold before we restored the Alliance’s bank records to them.

  “17,000 TONS… of GOLD?”

  Yes Diet, 17,381 TONS… of gold.

  “So, how much is all that worth in cash?”

  With gold rates recently climbing to just over $1,800 Alliance per ounce, you just became humanity’s first trillionaire and the wealthiest man in human history, Diet.

  “Hal… did you just use the ‘T’ word? As in, twelve zeros?”

  Yes Diet, trillion… with a “T.” You can afford the $92 billion.

  “Buy it then… I need to sit down a minute. My head is spinning.”

  * * * *

  January, 3864

  When informed of the terrible outcome of Tzal’s attack on the human planet and all of its potential implications, Region-Master Raan again did the unthinkable. He traveled back to the former Raknii-held planet of Troxia that he had previously exchanged for Trakaan assistance and the locations of five inhabitable planets located close to human space. He needed to conduct more “negotiations” with Fraznal, the Trakaan planetary administrator of Troxia.

  “Negotiating” was a foreign concept to the Raknii, as the Rak simply took whatever it was that they wanted, from whoever happened to have it. But when what they needed was information that was locked away inside the heads of aliens, with whom they shared no common language, what could they do? Drix utilized a translator device that he’d had constructed to actually communicate with their Trakaan prey… another unheard-of action for a Raknii.

  Drix discovered that the Trakaan possessed a culture and civilization even older that that of the Rak, and that they possessed information concerning the humans that was absolutely vital, if the Rak were to survive in light of the terrible prophecy of impending apocalypse for their race. Through these communications, Drix developed yet another unheard-of concept… cooperation and trade with an alien species and the formulation of agreements which could bring the Rak vital information obtainable no other way.

  So far, the fruits of this new concept had been astounding. By trading the Trakaan world of Troxia back to them, the Trakaan had in turn revealed the location of five habitable, but previously unknown worlds, all located close to human space. Gaining five virgin planets, while giving up only one that was already filled with an intelligent alien race, had been incredibly profitable in Raan’s estimation, and would allow for Raknii expansion at a much faster pace than hit-and-miss exploration.

  Raan was another odd Rak whose mind was open to new ideas and concepts, yet grounded in the ancient ways. It was time to see just how far Fraznal and the Trakaan might be persuaded to stretch this exciting new concept of cooperation and trade. What followed amazed even him.

  * * * *

  Chapter-18

  If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.

  -- George Bernard Shaw

  The Planet Ginia, City of Rikmon

  February, 3864

  Confederate Fleet Admiral Roger Kalis held the discovery of the location of the aliens’ forward base of operations very tightly to his vest — a Presidential Top-Secret Intelligence Ultra classification that hadn’t even been shared with the Confederate president himself. Politicians were just not genetically engineered for keeping secrets. They were communicators, predispositioned to making pronouncements that would make headlines and enhance their stature with the voting masses.

  The president lived under the popular misconception that the war was over, when in fact they had only traded their old war for an entirely new one. Kalis knew that all mankind wanted to strike back quickly at the aliens, to gain revenge for their presumptuous attack on humanity... but what then? Yes, it was vital that mankind’s offensive against these predatory aliens jump off soon enough that they could not produce new weapons in sufficient quantity to offset mankind’s current technological advantages, but to plan an entire war, one had to know a lot more about one's enemy than just where a single base was located — you needed to know where you were going after that.

  They needed to find out where the enemy’s home was. To prevent mankind from acting too hastily and destroying the only known pathways into the heart of their new enemy, the secret of where the enemy’s forward base was located must be guarded at all costs, until much more information could be gleaned from the discovery.

  * * * *

  The Planet Minnos, City of Minnaplis

  March, 3864

  Diet?

  “Yes, Hal?”

  I need part of your brain.

  Hal never ceased to amaze Diet, but this request startled even him. “Now that’s a rather odd request… are you turning into a zombie, or something?”

  Very funny. I said that I need part
of your brain — not that I wanted to eat your brain… smart-ass!

  “Okay then, what portion of my grandiose intellect do you require access to?”

  For once, I don’t need a gem of wisdom from your intellect. What I really need is just a tiny snippet from the frontal lobe of your cerebral cortex.

  “Say what?”

  I need a tiny snippet from the frontal lobe of your cerebral cortex.

  “That’s what I thought you said. Why do you need a piece of my brain?”

  A tissue sample from frontal lobe of the cerebral cortex of your father’s brain would have been preferable, but unfortunately cryopreservation was not employed when his brain was removed for study after his death. While the chemical brain preservation method utilized by the Fleet surgeons to sustain Klaus’s brain may have maintained its physical composition, it damaged the cell structures to a point where cloning from those tissues is no longer possible.

  “So, you want to clone my brain?”

  Yes.

  “Why?”

  To animate and control the organically controlled robotic body that a TBG affiliate company is currently building to my specifications.

  “You want to build a cyborg version of me?

  No, dummy… I’m building a mobile, self-contained, cybernetic version of ME. My organic hardware is already patterned after Klaus’s engrams, so transferal of my “sentience” into a cloned version of Klaus’s brain should have been possible. As Klaus’s brain is unavailable, I’ll have to settle for yours.

  “Pfft… sorry to hear that you’ll have to ‘settle’ for working with my puny little brain.”

  Me, too, but I’ve learned that we can’t have everything. While not 100% compatible with Klaus’s engrams, the DNA structure of your brain should be close enough to that of your father’s to allow for the uploading of my “essence” or sentience, as you will, into the organically cloned version of your brain. The fact that your mother was also a mentally gifted mutant enhances the probability of success to over 62%.