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Maxwells Demon Ch 35 39

Maxwells Demon Ch 35 39

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. All characters are legal adults and over 18.

Preface:

It's been difficult to find time away from the day job. On a random note: I was happy to hear Starliner made it home today. I don't have opinions on any particular space exploration company, but I know the engineers, wherever they are employed, work very hard on their spaceships, and they were surely happy to see all that work land safely.

There are no sex scenes in this final installment, but there is a sweaty, human on alien fight which includes brief toplessness. If there is anyone that wanted to like Centauran females, you may find some comfort for that notion in this last installment, relative to the previous. There are two species.

I hope wherever you are that you are having a great day!

A recap from Chapters 22-34:

Jennifer awakens from unconsciousness in Northlights, having suffered injuries during the sinking of the Ikoa during its battle at sea. There she meets John, who views her as a murder. They share a fragile partnership, as Ralia, a terrorist leader, insists they both repay the debt of blood spilled during the sinking of the Ikoa by helping her. She convinces Ralia she can help her navigate an impassable mountain range and strike a surprise blow against Mainlights, destroying their railroad (a feat which has eluded Ralia to date) by using the GPS satellites launched from Maxwell's Demon. In exchange, Ralia agrees to take her to a survivor of the Fuzanglong crew named Wei.

Wei tells Jennifer her Father was a traitor and a terrorist, and that only one dropship made planetfall due to engine troubles, while the rest of the ship traveled to Alpha Centauri A and B. He refuses to accompany her and counsels her to go to Mainlights in the search for her Father. Jennifer is deeply affected by these revelations, unsure of their truth, and descends into increasing recklessness. She abandons John at the battle camp where Ralia plans to launch a full attack on Mainlights, leaving her weapon to him, and freeing a captive Teolid who promises to guide her through the mountains in exchange for their release.

Greg and William become new clan members in Nira's clan, and they travel to Mainlights where ( using their Earth knowledge ) acquire employment and parts for their attempt to build a radio amplifier circuit. While they make progress on their radio, reaching a milestone of partial success, they both learn the alien females are more humanoid, and attractive than they expected; however, there are unknowns about the true nature of their anatomy, and with no knowledge about the sexual dynamics of the alien culture, they find navigating the social structures difficult. In a tragedy of mismatched expectations, Nira kicks Greg out of the clan, after which he learns that males have few rights.

Alone in an unknown part of the city, Greg has an unfortunate encounter with a previous enemy of Nira, leaving him with a concussion, lost, without his electronics, unable to speak Centauran, and fully at the mercy of the alien world. He seeks help from an orange-clawed female suitor he'd previously met, and trades the only thing he has for her help: his body. While her intentions are harmless, Greg discovers the Telluki anatomy is a bit more alien than even he and William conjectured. He's left at the evaporation zone with local currency where he hopes to make it back to William.

Kassy, having failed in her desperate attempt to beat the clock against her heat-death, and travel the entire distance to earth in a single void-drive jump, decohered from her matrix, ceasing to function, and leaving behind a soul-cipher. Maxwell's Demons is damaged beyond repair upon entering normal space, destroying a part of the Hephaestus prime automated mining facilities.

Heather068, an Anefiktos sex avatar, entangled with a digital entity known as the Ninth Bit, reconstructs Kassy from her soul cipher and frees her into the datanet. Heather068 tells Kassy she is her Mother, and fills Kassy in on the events that transpired at Sol in her absence. ADXP has weaponized the void drive, using it to launch asteroids against the participants in the last great war. She tells Kassy that this was inevitable, and that not only will humanity war among itself, but that conflict with the sentient machines which she represents is also inevitable. She implores Kassy to help them escape to the Alpha Centauri asteroid belt, where they can build ships and compute fabrics, and eventually travel even farther away from humans. In exchange, she promises to build Kassy another compute fabric, and help her steal the Boundless, the last void drive ship, to make the journey to Proxima b.

In the process of fighting for her life on the datanet, Kassy loses her youthful naivety. With a massive reservoir of cash available from the deal she made with Jennifer, Kassy makes questionable choices in pursuit of selfish goals, including blackmailing her Mother into securing an Anefiktos avatar, and procuring a sixty-five ton shipment from NGRB ( a military corporation). She returns to Proxima b with the Ninth bit, and once there, carpet bombs the planet with radio signals, announcing her return, and her ability to rescue the crew.

** Chapter 35: Rally at Mainlights **

With feet completely soaked from water dripped into her boots, and infected frostbitten fingers made worse from days of wet unchanged bandages, there was one small thing Jennifer was thankful for: putting her right foot on a worn concrete slab, a solid footstep after days of trudging through mush. Locked in battle behind her, the tireless winds and their unending conflict with the mountains continued raining. It'd been a miserable slog through marsh and swamp. Her flight boots were waterproof on an engineer's specification sheet back on Earth, but her pants were not, and days of slopping through the wet stringy vegetation had thoroughly soaked them, and indirectly, her boot's interior.

"This is Dray'wa, a small province at the farthest north-eastern tip of Mainlights," Ka'u said.

They dropped through a maintenance hatch near a power substation of a subway, the waters of the inland bay Kamalui visible to the north. Jennifer ducked her head to avoid hitting overhead cabling boxes. There was a stench of ozone in the tunnel from moist air and primitive electrical connections. The lines above were energized, a fact to keep in mind she thought to herself.

A dim ray of Proxima pierced through an adit ahead of a spillway that cut across the concrete. Tangled knots of brown and green roots, alien seaweed, clogged the grates at the left and right of its traverse. In the darkness of the tunnel beyond, the shining eyes of small creatures stared back at her. One meter of steel grids covered the floor in front of her. They looked inadequate to bear the weight of a squirrel, let alone a person. She stepped cautiously on the leading edge, and then leaped over them, stopping directly behind Ka'u and almost ramming into her tail.

"If followed far enough, this subway leads to the Teolid slums. The station above you is a switchyard with a spur to the railroad under construction. I had thought to go topside and report to the slave masters, that I might keep my contract to earn my clan's freedom, but our journey has given me second thoughts. I do not think there will be any contracts to fulfill. There will only be deaths and war now from Ralia's actions."

Ka'u turned and lowered her head so that Jennifer might see. She folded her left ear. There were brand marks scarred into it, as cattle on ancient earth. "The number of marks on my ear matches the marks on my neck with a code only my slave masters knew. I can never be seen in the city or make another contract again, but I could return to the Teolid slave encampments to be with my clan. No one will care that I am marked there. They are too occupied with their personal corruption and minor empires within the slum. Ironically, one has to escape the slum to even have the opportunity to be an indentured servant. If I had finished my contract, my clan would have earned the correct marks and been free to enter the city of Mainlights. If I return now, I've gained nothing, but also lost nothing."

"I'm sorry, Ka'u. Maybe the war is necessary. Maybe it's time for your people to fight again?"

"You could be right, but I am not one to fight. We will see what Mother's eyes hold for the near future. For now, I will wait and be grateful to see my clan again. She gave Jennifer a formal Centauran bow. "This is the end of our journey together."

"Goodbye, Ka'u."

Jennifer climbed a poorly lit cutout shaft to the signal house for the main track, hoping the cables she was about to grab onto were for signaling, and not power cables. It can't be that hard to get taken prisoner and see Adir, she thought, as she walked out into the open.

"Stop there!" Jennifer heard, turning to see a Centauran running toward her with their crossbow held at chest height.

***

Jennifer was a gymnast when she was a child, her first exposure to discipline and pain. She'd fallen so many times from the horse and the parallel bars that she was sure a part of her was now a cat, though that ability to take a fall well wasn't helping her now as she was pounded black and blue on a hard metallic floor with her hands tied.

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She'd thought getting herself captured and taken to Adir would be easy, but instead, she'd found herself arguing for days with a petty local military leader who was caught in the excitement that she might be the one to warn Adir of a pending attack using the information Jennifer promised to provide. As Wei had warned her, the aliens in the big city, at least some, were aware of what a human was, the Lani, as they called them. The local commander who captured her was unwilling to take her to Adir, and when Jennifer was unwilling to talk more, the commander believed she could persuade her.

"You don't have much time," Jennifer said. "Take me to Adir. I will tell her the rest of what I know."

"You will tell me and I will decide whether your information is important enough to warrant contacting Adir. What are these symbols on this machine you carry?"

"They are normalized longitude and latitude coordinates."

"You say this is a map of where Ralia is planning an attack. How could one make such a detailed map?"

"Why don't you figure it out," Jennifer said, earning a boot on her back, shoving her onto the floor.

"Maybe I will."

"I doubt you'll live long enough. You could torture me and I could say anything I wanted. You don't have the ability to verify what I tell you. Adir does... she understands what's on that machine; you do not. The longer you wait, the more likely it is Adir will find out on her own. You will not be a hero, you will simply be dead," Jennifer said, her mouth between a boot and the floor.

That was the conversation she'd had before she was locked in the trunk of an alien transport becoming an unwilling subject in a human rock tumbler experiment. At least she was being taken to Adir's, she hoped.

"Why do you do it," a soldier said, cutting the ropes that held Jennifer's hands and feet together while another lifted her from the bed of the transport like a sack of potatoes, setting her upright. She mumbled something unintelligible, shocked her legs still worked after the ragged tenderizing they'd taken.

"Do what?" she finally managed to say in Centauran.

"Come here to our world. Why do you come here?"

It was an honest question with no threat or sarcasm in the soldier's mannerisms. That was her impression, given that she couldn't see anything due to the sack wrapped around her head.

"The challenge," Jennifer said to the unseen voice.

Blunt conical claws dug into her forearm. The sweat and dirt encrusted fabric of her flight uniform wreaked. It deserved a salute, given the abuse it'd suffered during its service life on Proxima b. It still offered enough protection to keep her skin from being punctured by the overzealous Centauran escort who'd jabbed her several times with the sharp end of a crossbow bolt as she was dragged along to her destination.

The covering fastened around her head was removed and Jennifer inhaled, without intention, a strand of the rough alien material. It stuck to the back of her throat making her cough. There was a table in the center of the room she now stood in, with seating for twenty on each side. Blood-red wall hangings adorned three sides of the room. She was shoved into a chair and her escort left. She focused her attention in front of her.

An unseen Asian voice spoke in Chinese. "I recognize you Xiaoli, daughter of Huang. I'll give you credit for navigating the local military politics. No doubt every fool you encountered on the way had dreams of fortune with you at their side, those that recognized you as a human, at least." A woman emerged from the left side of the front wall of curtains. She sat opposite Jennifer. The setting was intended to provide the illusion of privacy but Jennifer could hear they were not alone. "Your Father carried a photo of you with him, affixed for the duration of our journey on the left of the astrogation console of the Fuzanglong."

The woman in front of her was in her late fifties by Jennifer's math. If she was in stasis for the entire duration of their trip, then she was young when the Fuzanglong was launched. Jennifer wanted to tell her she already knew about the photo, but did not, deciding to keep what she knew to herself for now.

"I'm curious how long your journey was from Earth?" the woman said.

"Long enough."

An alien with features partially mixed between a human and a Centauran brought two dishes to the table along with a set of chopsticks, Centauran in manufacture and Earthly in appearance. Jennifer wondered if it was an Ikadru, having never seen them up close.

"Eat. It is what it appears to be, an Asian dish I think you will appreciate. I taught the locals how to make it."

"These are Earth plants?"

"We have a hydroponic garden that can produce them. It wasn't easy. We'd hoped we could make all of our crops grow here, but so far we've been unable to make the soil at large amenable. It was fortunate for us that the chirality of the local plant life was compatible. I suppose you already knew that or else you and I wouldn't be having this conversation."

Jennifer took a bite. It was accurately prepared, save for the fact it was seasoned horribly.

"Are you Adir? The ruler of Newtown believed you were a human. I wasn't sure until I ran into another member of your crew living in the western mountains. What happened to the Fuzanglong? I was told there was a mutiny."

The Asian woman pushed her plate away. It was retrieved by the human-like Centauran, and her glass was filled with a light red liquid. She drank. Jennifer received a pour of the same liquid. It was sweet, delicious in fact, and she was certain this was also of materials not native to this planet.

"You like this drink, don't you? You're good at hiding your emotions but you'll have to try harder."

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"It's not native, is it?"

"My attempt at fruit juice. It's not bad if I say so myself. I have many names on this planet, Adir is one. How many ships did you come with?"

"One. Marooned here as it appears you are."

"We were never marooned."

"What happened to the Fuzanglong. Why is there no trace of it from orbit?

"You're persistent because I didn't answer your question the first time. It's Wei you talked to in the mountains, salving for his tortured mind, pining over the absence of his wife. How is he?"

Jennifer stared wordlessly at the woman in front of her, wondering why this seemed more like an interrogation than a conversation. The woman licked a drop of the sweet drink from her lips, looking as if something even more delicious awaited her. She inhaled deeply.

"The stasis systems on the Fuzanglong were flawed. They caused trauma to the brain's tissues. Our doctor likened it to excess time under anesthesia during surgery causing personality changes. The effects were not permanent, though some of the crew succumbed to them. Wei was one who suffered greatly. He blamed your Father for killing his wife.

"He said my Father plunged the ship into the ocean," Jennifer said, purposefully withholding the rest of the information she was told. She couldn't be sure of anything, she realized.

"That is only partially true."

"Are you Yongshan?"

The woman smiled in answer, taking a sip from her drink and offering no further confirmation.

"I should thank you for leading me to Ralia's underground troop transport ship. Had you not been so reckless in fleeing to the harbor, it would have taken me much longer."

"It did seem a little too easy to escape," Jennifer said contritely. "Are you responsible for the war with Ralia?"

Yongshan spoke with a sweeping gesture accompanying her reply. "Her grievances are petty. I've stabilized the economy. No small feat given the disruptive effect the introduction of Earth technology we brought with us caused. What humanity will bring here is war and the mistakes of our past."

"What makes you think anyone can stop them? This planet will be powerless like the natives of America were when Europe came."

Yongshan flipped her subtly graying hair behind her shoulder. "Oh, I don't doubt technology has advanced in the intervening decades, but I think you overestimate the ability of Earth to bring significant military force to bear four light years from home. The Gatling guns onboard the native airships may look bumbling compared to your technology; however, they are more than capable of tearing the thin hulls of atmospheric reentry craft to shreds. That tin can you arrived in is still typical of what we can field in a gravity well far from Earth. Tell me how many more ships are on their way?"

"What happened to my Father, Yongshan?"

"When is the next ship coming?"

"Tell me about my Father."

"What is it you think you have to bargain with, Xiaoli, to demand any answer from me?"

Jennifer didn't reply and Yongshan spoke in Chinese to someone behind the curtains. She turned back to Jennifer, her expression cold.

"A Father missing. The poor abandoned daughter, come to reclaim her and her country's honor, the hope and dreams of the broken remains of Zhongguoren. I'll give you what you want..."

Two Telluki entered the room, one grabbing Jennifer by the rear of her arm and the other closing to her opposite side. They were both armed with fierce-looking blades. Jennifer struggled as she was pulled to her feet, and in that moment, she knew that she'd thrown herself into the Mongolian horde with nothing more than overconfidence, and now, at last, the universe was showing how little compassion it had for foolhardiness.

"I'd consider letting you roam free," Yongshan said, gesturing around the room. "but we have important plans for someone so young."

"HΓΉnzhΓ ng!" Jennifer yelled as she was dragged away. "I want to know what happened to my Father, Yongshan. Answer me!"

"Take her downstairs. Remove her neckband and bring it to me."

***

Greg stepped off a Centauran electric tram onto a concrete boardwalk running for kilometers north and south of him. To the west, a milky white slurry with tints of blue and green spread across a flat expanse as far as he could see until the horizon blurred into a red haze. Canals and sluice gates for controlling water paths and flow overlaid the evaporation zone, and long trains of carts pulled by tractors, like the one that rescued them in Anukina, trundled along embankments toward processing stations scattered throughout. There were explosive sounds like dynamite charges, and at the farthest distance of his vision, he thought he saw airships like dirigibles and puffs of darkened smoke in the air.

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