Age of Cosmic Exploration, 1

by Zhttty

  Therefore, with the greater good of humanity in mind, all these countries headed by the US pooled together their resources to build two gigantic spaceships as contingency plans. This was around the year 2004. The ships were built in two separate locations and each one took about twenty years to complete. The long construction time was due to, firstly, its size, and secondly, our unfamiliarity with the technology. It wasn't a process that could be easily sped up even with massive human and material resources. They were named Noah One and Noah Two, representing a lifeline for humanity should the apocalypse befall the human race…

  Noah One was test ran in 2027, and it was a horrendous failure. On it were about 30000 passengers from multiple countries; half of them were military while the other half consisted of experts and academics. They were too late to discover that during warp, the critical mass of objects boomed and thus the energy required to warp it wouldn't increase proportionally in a fixed ratio. The ratio actually quadrupled, differing dangerously from their initial formula and calculations. As a result, the warp failed, the energy expended went way over their reserves, and Noah One went off in an explosion in space…

  Everything else that followed was, I'm sure, to your knowledge. Almost instantly after that first experiment, our astronomers picked up the appearance of a neutron star fragment that was hurtling towards our solar system at lightning speed.

  Other than the black hole, which we also know nothing about, the neutron star is the second densest material in space to our knowledge. It’s impossible to retrieve just a fragment from a whole star. Even if two neutron stars were to collide with each other, the chances of them fragmenting off is nil… And yet here we have one, one that appeared out of nowhere! It could only mean one thing… It was warped there to target us!" Barely reigning in his anger, the old man shouted, "It was an attack from the aliens! A lot of scientists have speculated that alien lifeforms are most likely to be hostile. The idea that aliens are all scientifically advanced yet benign and friendly races is a fantasy fed to us by science fiction. History has proven again and again that the greatest catalyst to advancement has always been war! And let us not forget that war isn't won with brute force but with intelligence, and we have just shown our hand!"

  Calming down, the old man continued, "Sorry, but I digress. So back to this spaceship… Noah Two has the same structure as Noah One, but since the miscalculation catastrophe, it has been given the necessary tweaks. The number of nuclear energy generators has increased from the previous one to three, and now they've also been empowered with a uranium-based solution. Factoring in the amount of supplies and an estimate of 50000 people on board, it could support survival in space for about five years and could do around fifty space warps… But you have to remember one crucial point: for every single gram that is added onto the craft, the energy exhausted during warp will have an exponential increase. When you've rounded up mathematicians or physicists or experts from those fields, you can refer them to the technology's theorems and formulas that I've left in the ship's computer memory.

  Other than that, because a lot of energy will be used in that short period of time, or essentially non-time, it might cause overloading, or in some cases, destruction of certain components. Know that this is unavoidable because we are messing with technology that is way beyond our understanding here… We've essentially skipped at least a thousand years of research! Imagine the troglodyte with a gun; we're the troglodyte and this technology's the gun. More often than not, we're going to end up shooting ourselves in the foot. Due to this fear of uncertainty, almost all of the countries have abandoned their hopes on Noah Two and instead started building their own smaller spacecrafts, crafts that can hold about a maximum of a thousand people, for their own government and people. However, these short-sighted fools don't understand that in the vastness of space, the smaller your base is, the harder it is to operate it and survive.

  Nevertheless, because they are smaller, these one-thousand-person crafts can survive decades in space and even warp jump at least a thousand times with ease. As long as nothing happens to their nuclear reservoir, there won't be an issue with energy depletion for quite some time. This much the human technology could still manage. Which leads to me believe that by the time you see this video, Yao Yuan, most of the higher-ranked officials from earth will have already disappeared."

  As the man drew to his conclusion, he sighed, "Yao Yuan, or whoever else that is seeing this, bless you, because the last issue and the one that I feel is the biggest about Noah Two is that because of our current technology, we still have yet to learn how to control the destination that the warp will end up at. In other words, if you're using Noah Two, it's all luck of the draw and I'll be honest, chances aren't stacked in your favor. To land exactly near a planet that is hospitable to us humans in the endless boundaries space, the probability of that is so small that it can't even be calculated… So, bless you… and bless us all. Amen…"

  As the video ended, the screen reverted back to black and the expressions of everyone present were equally blank.

  Only Yao Yuan's reaction was different; the video seemed to have brought him great relief. All the strain and pressure from before had melted away.

  "Alright, people, things turned out to be in better shape than I expected. At least the ship's functional, and most importantly, it can warp us away from this solar system. That's the key point!" Rounding everyone up, Yao Yuan commented, "Now, let's get moving. Zhang Heng, I still need you to locate the map. We need to get to central command and assume command immediately. After that, we'll have a meeting to discuss and decide in detail our next course of action."

  Surveying his audience, he continued, "But generally speaking, over the next few weeks, we are going to start searching for supplies like food and machinery as well as survivors. Our tentative target is to save at least 1000000 people, prioritizing scientists, academics, technical workers, managerial experts, and able-bodied people. Of course, we should also focus on getting police officers or soldiers that have not gone crazy and have been protecting the public all this while…

  And after all that… Destination: SPACE!"

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  Chapter10 The Rescue!

  While Alan was frantically collecting the papers scattered all over his table, a blond-haired lass barged in behind him and yelled, "Quick, dad! Those people will reach our block soon!"

  Without lifting his head, he replied, "Coming, Jas, I'm coming. By the way, Jas, have you seen that paper that I wrote on the collision between a high-density object and the sun? It has all those statistics and data on it. I remember distinctly putting it here somewhere…"

  This girl, whom we now know as Jas, ignored her dad's sounds of protest and forcefully dragged him out of the room. The situation was dire; she couldn't care less about some paper or statistics! The pair tumbled their way through the house and out onto the lawn. She had been pulling him onwards like luggage while he was lugging a suitcase. But, once out, they charged through the driveway and jumped into the car. As his daughter started the engine, he started to mumble, "Gone… It's all gone now…"

  Jas had not seen her father so distressed before and she was frankly quite afraid herself, but she knew that she had to take charge for both of them. As she drove down the road, she turned to console her dad. "No, dad. Not everything's gone… We're still alive, aren't we?"

  "Alive? No, we aren't alive! We're basically the walking dead! Because… well… the world's ending…" As those words left his mouth, all his spirit seemed to have left as well. He sat dazed, staring blankly at the sun. The sun that had given the world warmth, the sun that had given the world life, and in eight months' time, the sun that will also give the world its end…

  Despite being only in his early fifties, Alan was already a world-renowned astrophysicist. By this time in his life, he had already achieved many great things that many people would have spent their whole lives
chasing but still wouldn't have gotten.

  His wife, God bless her soul, departed from the world quite some time ago, but she left him with a beautiful, sensible daughter. Overall, he felt blessed. His life was wonderful, or as he liked to put it to himself, life was like his daughter's cooking; it wasn't by any means spectacular, and it certainly couldn't rival that of the five-star chefs, but it was about the taste of home, the taste of love, and those were Alan's favorites…

  Unfortunately, that blessing went up in smoke quite drastically and it could all be traced back to the year 2027 which was when news of the discovery of an alien spacecraft by the US government appeared. Alan thought it was some kind of April's Fool joke, so he was delightfully surprised when he found out about the very real space-warp experiment. It could be the discovery of his lifetime and thus he tried many ways to insinuate his way into this project. However, his asset that usually worked in his favor, his age, turned out to be his downfall. The position that he wanted was already given to his more experienced rival, an astrophysicist that enjoyed the same amount of success and fame as he did but was favored because of his seniority. Of course, his rival's Nobel Prize also tipped the scales against his favor.

  This incident had Alan fuming for almost a year, but seeing that there was no other option, he decided to assemble his own team to conduct his own analysis using information that he would gather by pulling strings and favors. However, before his plan could even go into its first phase, the world had taken a turn for the worse.

  First was the disappearance of major players around the world and then were the whistleblowers who leaked information like the fact that the disappeared personnel had actually escaped earth using warp technology. The reason cited for their desertion was a neutron star fragment that was plummeting towards the solar system, or more precisely, its center.

  Neutron star? Fragment? Those two didn't link. And how could it have suddenly appeared? It was charging towards the sun? If there was such a thing, there would have been massive reports before then because a galactic entity doesn't just appear out of thin air.

  Therefore, it would be safe to say that Alan was incredulous, but as more evidence and data surfaced, he started to have doubts. The one piece of evidence that truly convinced him though was a satellite picture of the fragment. Being an expert in this field, he could discern real news from fake news, and the hurling death star was very real. As his university and his team of researchers collated data and findings, their result was devastating… None, not a single soul would be saved. If we were still within the solar system, humanity, no, the world would be wiped out!

  After he got the result, the world started to descend into madness and anarchy. Despair had a chokehold on the world and people started to look for catharsis, or in this case, scapegoats. Eventually, the army got involved, but in the end, the army abandoned their responsibilities to the public; they became bullies with guns.

  Under those circumstances, Alan and his daughter made the decision to leave the city and move to a more rural area.

  However, the countryside didn’t contain much solace. People with similar ideas migrated there en masse, and following them were the terrorists. The ugly cycle of mayhem, murder, rape, and sin perpetuated and continued.

  Hearing a light knock on the door, Alan opened his eyes to the interior of a decrepit cabin. He quickly sat up before powerlessly crumbling down onto the wooden pallet he was lying on. He saw a girl with a head of hair that was barely noticeable to be blonde under its layers of mud and dirt rush to him. She worriedly asked, "Dad, are you okay? What are you doing up? Quickly lie back down; you're still running a high fever… Dad, I want to tell you something. I've found a potato farm. There were some rebels nearby, so I didn't dare get close, but I've decided to sneak in later tonight and scavenge some potatoes for us."

  Alan was ready to lie down, but after hearing that, he quickly straightened up. "NO! I forbid you from going! Did you forget what we saw a few days ago? Those rebels aren't human, they’re are animals. That poor girl was only twelve, and she was chopped and roasted before being eaten! So no, you will not be going anywhere tonight!"

  Recalling that memory, Jas paled considerably, but then Alan started to hack his lungs up, which steeled her determination. As she moved to take hold of Alan, she softly said, "Don't worry, dad. I'll be fine. I won't actually go to the field. I'll just hide myself in the drain that encircles the field. We know they have no supply of electricity left, so under the cover of the night, they won't able to spot me. I'll just dig some potatoes from the side and hurry back… Dad, we haven’t had food in almost three days. We can't survive on water. I could probably hold out for a while more, but you're sick, dad. You have to eat something soon!"

  Hearing her daughter's determination to proceed with her thoughtless plan, he so wanted to dissuade her, but his anxiousness made his coughs worse. And between coughs, he could barely get his words out before Jas added, "Dad, I'm a big girl now! You can't tell me what not to do! I'll sneak out and maybe you won't even know it."

  Alan finally slowly regained his breath, but it was like the sickness had taken all the fight out of him. The usually eloquent university professor could barely form a cogent sentence before fatigue claimed him. As he fell out of consciousness, he managed to say, "Then I'm going with you. Two pairs of eyes are better than one. I won't let you do it alone…"

  Watching her father's sleeping profile, which had gotten drastically gaunt over the past twenty days, bitter tears couldn't help tumbling out of Jas' eyes.

  Later that night, Alan indeed put his words into action and forced himself upon Jas. Jas was afraid that her father would wander out alone when he noticed that she was gone, so she had no choice but to bring him along. Because of his condition, who knows where or who he might stumble into.

  After a harsh journey and two hours later, the pair finally found themselves by the potato field. It was as Jas had said, without electricity and hence, flashlights. The area was in complete darkness. With only the weak moonlight to light the way, one could barely see the things that were two feet in front of them. Jas ordered her father to rest himself on an elevated bank while she scrambled her way into the drain. Slowly, she waded her way through and eventually found her way up onto the periphery of the field.

  Suddenly, sounds of metal jangling started to go off. It turned out that Jas had accidentally tripped on the wire that the rebels had circled around the field as a sort of a primitive alarm. Following the metallic jangles came the hooting of a gaggle of men. Jas was frozen in shock while Alan was barely in his senses.

  "Looks like we have a fresh catch tonight, boys! And it's a beauty too… Oh, honey, we're going to savor you, don't you worry about that, doll. Now, go get her!"

  The one issuing the command was a fairly large man. When he saw Jas sprinting her way out of the field, he lifted his rifle and let loose a shot. Jas let out a painful yelp before she went down. Excruciating pain was radiating from her calf. The sound of his daughter's cry energized Alan. He picked his way to his daughter's side within seconds and immediately cocooned her in his arms, using his body to shield his daughter from more shots.

  "Oh… Look what we have here, boys. She brought along her sugar daddy… Honey, don't worry. I promise you, we'll treat you much better… And don't worry about this old bag of bones; his dead body will keep the fire warm and going while we take care of you."

  When this group of rebels about ten in size appeared in Alan and Jas' sight, Alan couldn’t identify any traces of humanity left in them. Their words, actions, and mannerisms exuded devilry. These were devil's hell-spawns!

  "Daddy, I'm scared," sobbed Jas, into her father's chest. She put on a brave face, but she was only a girl of eighteen who had boys chasing after her coattails barely a month ago. Life was beautiful then, but now… she found herself crying in her father's arms. Each of these tears were breaking her desperate father's heart.

  Alan, a man of science and thus normally not
of faith, prayed the hardest he ever had, "God… If you're listening, please have mercy… Please just spare us, spare my daughter."

  The leader of the group trained his rifle at Alan's head and then a gunshot rang out. It was, however, not Alan's head that was blown off but rather the leader's own. Before anyone else could grasp the situation, another series of shots rang out. Of the ten-something rebels, almost half of them fell dead on the spot. The rest, overpowered, surrendered their weapons and laid down on the ground in repose, not daring to twitch even a muscle.

  Then, a ray of light shone out from a distance away. Alan and Jas stared blankly at this ray like deer caught in headlights. Not long later, from behind the light appeared a small troop of men in army fatigue. Alan noticed that they appeared clean as there wasn’t one spot of dirt on their uniforms, but more importantly, they were mentally collected. They consisted of Caucasians, African Americans, as well as Asians, and their leader seemed to be a forbidding Asian man.

  This man looked condescendingly at the subdued rebels before scrounging a notebook from within his uniform. On it was a picture of Professor Alan Potter. After making some side-by-side comparisons between it and Alan, who was still on the ground, he gave a small bow.

  "Nice to meet you, Professor Alan. I am second lieutenant Ying. You may refer to me by my post or directly by my name. In any case, it is an honor to meet you. I was ordered to locate you and extend an invitation to you to join our government. We desperately need someone with your expertise and knowledge in astrophysics. If you choose to accept, I will escort you back to our base where you will receive the protection and treatment that are more suitable to your position. We will also provide you with the necessary equipment and sufficient space to conduct your research and experiments. We also hope you will be willing to head an academic group on astrophysics that we have established."