Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me along the way. I hope you will stay with me during this journey until it reaches its inevitable conclusion.
153. The Countdown Begins
(Post-Thanksgiving β 26 days to launch)
Babies created a new problem for us to solve, and I couldn't complain because I was one of the culprits. I ordered Doctor Finch to quit his job at the hospital, and join our team in the main building. He was put in charge of getting us all the needs for babies, not just for now, but also for the next twenty years, in freeze-dried or powdered forms. His purview did not include just food, but ways for them to sleep, without using cribs, exercise equipment, changing tables, and one-piece clothing. His major problem was time, and it was extremely limited.
Initially his eyes rolled back in his head, until he realized there would be a maximum of thirty-five women who were going to be on the trip with us. He made up a list of forty-three questions, everything from medical equipment to baby diapers and asked me for some computer time.
"How much time do you need Doctor?"
"About ninety minutes, maybe a little bit more."
I smiled at him. "How would you like all of this done and half a second?"
"I'm not going to ask you how you are going to do it Even, I just want to see it done."
I took him to my station and introduced them to my Exascale computer. I scanned his questions in, and asked him to push the Begin button.
His finger had not released the button, when the printer started screaming the answers.
I took his questions off the scanner, reached down, and pulled almost 50 sheets of paper out of my bin.
Finch joked with me as he was reading the first medical answer.
"I think it missed a period Doctor Luck. What the hell is that thing?"
"It's a computer that will help us from running into any space rocks while we fly through the Kuiper belt, and into outer space. If you realize the speed we will be flying at, even this computer may not be fast enough to keep us out of harm's way. Our people at the University of Chicago may have an update on the computer chips before we leave. If they do, the speed of this computer will be quadrupled, and we will need it, if we decide to fly through a White Hole."
"If I start asking you questions like what is a White Hole, we will be here all day and into next year."
"It has taken us over eight years to get to this point Doctor, and you have just stepped into the building. You have a long learning curve ahead of you before you step onto the bridge and know what you're doing."
"If you don't mind, I'll stay in the infirmary. I'll be more comfortable down there."
"The answer to that is, "No." You are going to be training new doctors. Our Doctor is going to be training as a flight engineer, and then eventually as a captain. We only have a limited amount of people, and we are going to die off a little at a time. Everyone must have multiple skills drilled into them. We are going to have only one plumber onboard. He is going to have to train many more in that skill. If he was to die, either naturally or by accident and no one else knew what to do, we would all be up shits creek."
"Very well put Captain. I guess there will be no leisure time on board this flight."
"There will be plenty of leisure time, but there will be a lot of learning going on at the same time. We don't want boredom to set in among the people flying with us. We want everyone happy and productive. Everyone flying with us is very well educated, and motivated. No one came just look out the windows, which we have none. There are computer screens everywhere so they can see the stars, but that will get old quickly. People are used to working. Gordon would go crazy sitting at his station on the flight deck all day knowing the computer was doing everything, and all he was doing was watching dials and lights. He wants to invent, he wants to use his brain, just as you and I do. You trained to be a plastic surgeon. You better retrain yourself to be a brain surgeon Doctor, because on this ship the two major injuries you are going to deal with are to the head and spine."
"I'm going to need a lot of books to study from in order to do that Doctor Luck."
"Books are not allowed on this ship because they are flammable. Anything and everything you want to know about the human body is stored in our computers.
We are quadruple redundant. If our number one computer goes off-line, the number two computer comes online instantly. It is always running, and feeding off the primary computer. It knows exactly what is going on, so there is no shortfall anywhere in the ship. If there is a fault in the number one computer, and it goes off-line, the number two takes control automatically. Computer number three computer comes online. It uploads everything that number two is doing and adds it to its memory banks. The number four moves into the number three position goes into the ready position, and does a self-diagnostic to make sure it's working properly. When the number one computer is fixed, it goes into the number four, or rest position and does a self-diagnostic to see if anything else needs to be repaired that wasn't caught by our technicians.
These Exascale Computers won't be available to the public for a generation. At that time, our people at the Argonne National Laboratory's at the University of Chicago will have come up with something so far advanced, these computers will be obsolete."
"Sounds like an amazing set up Doctor."
"It is Doctor; I set it up that way."
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William Zabo Junior, and Patrick Zabo arrived in Temple, under heavy security. I had never seen William cry openly, but he did when he saw his namesake. He purposely distanced himself from his oldest son for fear of retribution some people might take out on him, and then sent Patrick to him because of the same fears.
Jemma held him for what seemed like an hour, because of the little time she was able to spend with him as he grew into a man. She was very proud of what he had become, and how much he resembled his father.
Jemma smacked her 38-year-old son on the arm and asked him, "Why aren't you married, I'm waiting for grandchildren."
Young William replied, "I've been looking for someone as beautiful as my mother, and everyone I've dated has been found wanting."
"Don't you lie to me, you're like your father. You have 1000 women chasing you, and you haven't decided which one you like best."
"I wish I had the time for that problem mom. My business takes up eight days of my week, and I rarely have the time to rest."
"I believe that will end while you are here. I think that's why your father recalled you, at least I hope so."
"I can't believe you're pregnant mom."
"You can't believe it, how about me? I'm in my middle 60s, and when the doctor told me I was pregnant, I knew it was a joke until she showed me the heartbeat on the monitor. I wanted to kill your father, but neither of us thought it was possible because of our ages. Your dad is an amazing man, and you take after him."
"Thank you mom that is a great compliment coming from you."
"Where did Patrick disappear to?"
"He's over there, I'll get him."
"Mom would like to see you Pat."
"William, this is Newton. We were best friends before I went away."
"Newton, it's a pleasure meeting you."
"It's wonderful meeting you too William. It seems Patrick learned a lot while he was away."