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In a dark, empty hanger, a needle-like flat black fighter rested in its cradle... thinking.
“You see General,” a small man in white gestured toward the ship, “those pods mounted beneath each ‘wing’ are the main armament. The magnetic rail guns. They are able to launch a projectile the size of a soccer ball to transonic speed within their seven meter length. Each ‘wing’ serves as a magazine and carries seventy combined solid and nuclear rounds.”
“The turrets mounted top and bottom are automatic and purely defensive. They only come in to play while the ship is exposed when firing.”
“That’s all very well and good, Doctor,” the General said wearily, “but I want to find out more about the propulsion system, what I read... is it true.”
“The General is aware of the PK work that we are conducting?”
“Yes, but I thought it was all theory.”
The little doctor chuckled. “No, my dear General, we have entered the practical phase. It sits before you. Perhaps I had better explain,” he said removing his glasses.
“The concept of PK, that is telekinesis and telepathy, has been around for millennia, but it has only been in the last fifty years that we could select for it in vitro. Only in the past fifteen years have we been able to employ it to move objects this large with the aid of a PK amplifier.
Simply put, since the speed of thought is, as far as we know instantaneous, the ship simply appears out of nowhere, fires, and disappears. It is vulnerable only for a few seconds, hence the turret mounted automatics.”
“How does the pilot operate the ship?”
“Well,” the doctor continued, “The first attempts were standard. The pilot simply sat in a cockpit and ‘thought’ the craft where he wanted it to be, but their thoughts were limited to the speed that their bodies would react to,” he shook his head sadly. “There were many casualties.”
“We tried direct linking to the PK amplifier. This was much more effective, however the men tended to over compensate in their movements, leading to similar results.
Our third attempt was similar to the second, but this time we linked the men to the PK amplifier through a virtual construct that simulated a cockpit but run at a speed approximating that of thought. Unfortunately, after long periods on duty, the men had trouble adjusting to ‘normal’ speed. There were...incidents.”
“So, that is all behind us now? The Mark IV is ready for testing?” General Kaskorov asked, running his hand along the sleek black hull.
“Oh yes, it is,” the doctor said gleefully, “you see, after PK and pilot training in simulators at normal speed, the pilot is sedated unawares, his entire central nervous system is removed, and implanted into the ships core.”
“So, he is the ship?”
“No Sir, he is merely in the ship. Through a VR construct, he runs his missions, and leads a normal life off duty, booze, women, gambling... what have you. All virtual of course.”
“And they don’t realize that their life is a simulation?”
“He can’t hear us?”
“No. There are no external audio pickups. Any necessary outside contact is sent through his virtual commander. After that he’s allowed to follow his own life, within the parameters of the construct of course.”
“You mentioned telepathy can he...”
Both sets of turrets swiveled and fixed on the two men.
“Oh shi...,” was the last thing Kaskorov said.
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i like "ascalon" better as it is more amplified
really wish you would make a series of this great "universe"
request you to link these two "stealth" & "ascalon" togather
Realy, good story. If they made a Sci-Fi Novel Stealth i would buy it then read it.
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