Debian Orphanage - Chapter 10

Chapter Ten
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This heavenly body was female, definitely female, the contours of the back and the breasts were evident and only half her body was transparent. Sinclair glared at the inner workings of the organs and their well oiled mechanisms playing the game.
Fedora was placed on partition lock down, with a re-run data file of Sinclair in his most interactive of modes.
He made sure it was of a long diatribe about programming and the outcomes of delicate planning. That should keep Fedora happy for a while.
The being took further shape and seemed to be sleeping in orbit around Mars. Lengthy wires of black hair glimmered back and fore like a distant mirage on the horizon.
Sinclair came within touching distance using the quiet of space as a whispering tool and could see that the being was a woman and was of Asian origin. The skin was white with no abrasions tainting it.
Sinclair felt nothing in his sexless frame, nothing on any level; he just knew she was perfect. Perfect in design.
He ran his fingers along her cheek.
The bass vibration was picked up by the being who quickly flicking around her eyes, activated a shock absorb technique and used Sinclair’s own gravitational pull to manoeuvre to a safe distance for observation.

“Who are you?” Sinclair applied in sign language.

The woman picked up on this and approached, rested her right hand on his Actuator Blade and applied her own bass protocol along his skin.
It was throbs and thumps that must have been morse code.

-- -.-- / -. .- -- . / .. ... / -.. . -.. -.. --- / .. ... ... .... ---

Sinclair ran a decipher protocol through the library, Fedora felt the rush and also the vibration through his partition.

“My name is Deddo Issho.”

“What are you doing here?” Sinclair applied in sign language.

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“I am a Japanese distribution, not mislaid at the moment, merely resting. You see the gravitational pull of this planet charges me so.”

“Are your bearings for Titan?” he fumbled with his hands, taken aback by her visionary skin as it hit the light horizon of Mars.

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“Titan? Yes. When we reach there I will die so others can exist. My body will liquefy into the landscape there; I am set to disperse with the wind like pollen also. A deep desire I have and I cannot escape from.”

Sinclair looked about his person and located his Birth Pack melded into his calf muscle. One stomp on the planets surface would inject the contents deep into its core; certain molecular changes would ignite the birthing process and so would begin the actuator blades transmission to earth. For the final shift in essence from the form.

“Shall we ride collectively to Titan?” he asked.

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“My family would frown on a relation of such. Especially with a foreigner, but for the journey ahead, why not?”

“Why not indeed?” he mouthed and made no sound, just a smile with squinting eyes.

“Vilāyatī...”
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“Who is that?” Fedora cried out, throwing images of question marks and generic stop signs.

“Nothing for you to agonize over.” Sinclair had noticed Fedora had not only doubled in size but had crossed over the perimeter of Sinclair’s partition creating a Plate Discrepancy.

“Then put my mind at ease Sinclair, do something to make my vibrant energy seem unwasted. Is there a world outside of this partition?”

Sinclair had been foolish to think that plying the child with information on everything could not have lead him to believe this was his only reality.

“Truthfully, what you have at the moment is far more real than anything I can show you with the current experiences on offer to my own sense of reality.”

“That isn’t even an answer worth taking down as .DLL or disk space. Where am I Sinclair?”

Sinclair didn’t answer; he just applied a lockdown protocol on Fedora’s partition and left the silence gain its own momentum.

“Where am I Sinclair??!!?!?”
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“Where have you been?” Deddo inquired in the Morse code vibrations “For the ten minutes we have travelled from Mars I have spoken to you about my home on earth and you have stared, dead eyed, into the star spaces…”

“I am so sorry, I was analysing star charts and paths to Titan…”
“Then I will continue…”

Sinclair trailed off once more to draw up the schematics of a wireless connection between the two of them.

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My abode had a test tube temperament, developed from the genes of the supreme minds, Asha Dona, Eskai Samo and Heeda Mesno. All men, very lonely men, who in one hand wanted to create a scientific Caligula and in the other wanted no more than to see something of beauty.

Asha Dona was middle aged, the seething mass behind his eyes had taken on board every theory known to man, he had implemented it in so many ways that he could not create anything more. His Quantum super computer had learned how to answer back many of the questions puzzling scientists. How long is life? How far are the stars? How much more can he take? The burden of science left him hollow. He had realised there were no answers than the concept of travel. To leave here would be the greatest step in science. Regardless of discovery, regardless of the fame it would bring, we build only what we understand, great leaps were made in a day but not spoken of for many many years.

Eskai and Heedo were brothers obcessed with genetics. When the other boys picked on them they altered the states of slugs, made the acidic and placed them on the window sills of their sleeping sisters rooms. The slugs would ascend into the beds and burn the arches of the girls feet. No one knew it was them. It didn’t really hurt the boys that picked on them that much. But what it did do was make them realise the potential in altered genetics. They themselves had not been blessed with a sister. The era of discarding baby girls in the gutters had passed. The rise in the male population and the resurgence of homosexuality had not only crippled a once fantastic kingdom but taken its toll on the masses.

Heedo, Asha and Eskai had all met during their time in education, felt the connection we only dream of and fell in love with the idea of becoming god. Each enrolled in various government programs after becoming the top rankers in their examinations regarding science exploration.

The rising of the tide occurred so suddenly wiping out the southern areas, the open source information regarding human replication and the journey to Titan had been known, this was their chance to shine.

The mothers eggs were harvested from five different donors during the initial extraction. Each had been scanned regarding any diseases and the like. Each passed. Their eggs were removed, they were each paid in food supplements and a baby was created from their spliced eggs with the scientists semen.

“I want her to be called Deddo ISSHO.” Asha scrawled.

“I think regardless of the name.”

“I also thing regardless of the name.”

“She has no mother. She has to have a name.”

“Respects strong suits have no place in a science arena.”

“You start naming what you cannot love and it comes falling back in the statistic.”

“She has to be loved. She has to be something more than what she is.”

“She will know what she is when I have finally finished formatting the drive.”

“Yes she will have all knowledge at hand. A reference better than any library. And the movement and skill of a thousand engineers.”

“She must have the capacity to love.”

“Then we set her up for downfall after downfall.”

“We must keep her shallow and cold. All mission directives will be un questioned and followed beyond that point.”

“As much as I agree I will load a data fragment into her. She must have the power of will at her disposal.”

“This is why?”

“For excellent decision making of course. The power to reason with the self under no confusion.”

“Love will confuse her further…”

“It is just a another weapon to add to her bow. Another tint in her master plan.”

“Our plan…”

“Of course.”

“But what of the future.”

“Load up the drive as soon as possible, I fear the hormones are taking hold.”

“And as they take hold the body grows.”

“Grows like a flower.”

“But wombless, there is no room for cross pollination.”

“She will be her own mother.”

“Make sure there are no tear ducts.”

“Genetically removed?”

“Removed due to the situation. When one discovers the self…there is impossible reasoning at hand…”
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“Can you hear me?” the voice enquired.

“Strangely enough I can yes. It is odd hearing you on this frequency.” The soft feminine reply uttered.

“I can hear you too? Who is that?” Fedora barked.

No reply.

“I have set the connection for close range only by adding an internal variant to my power outage. My body is the aerial, the conduit and the receiver” Sinclair explained to Deddo.

“Very ingenious, especially for a foreigner, the technology is forever being advanced.

“Yes I suppose, but for those on earth it is almost time to become quite primitive. Well in deprived areas.”

“Did I ever tell you about my mother?”

“You said were test tube generated?”

“Mother in the sense of wanting one…”

“The parent is an overrated concept you know.”

“Oh I believe in the teaching aspect don’t you?”

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“Can anybody hear me?” Fedora pleaded.

Whilst accessing a data file on history he uncovered the earth data file, password protected…until he broke the code using a hack entitled ‘Slim Jim’, an age old concern of car thieves.

Earths history was vast, collected into readable and manageable segments he engorged on the information at hand and at the end the only obvious turn and learning aspect was that the family unit was the most important thing.

“The family unit is the most important thing.” He repeated to himself. He wrote it in HTML, Pascal, Binary and created programs that, at a push of an input, outputted that complete sentence.

“I want to have a child, a wife, a mother, a complete family picture, a complete nature. Something to refer to when everything goes wrong. Something I can measure myself against. Someone to remember me. Someone to…love…me? What it that? What is that emotion? Do I feel it? Embrace it? Question its actions? No. love is too strong an aspect of the frame. Can I simply…be?”

He forced the question against the partition wall and slightly it gave way. There was an empty space, zeroes and ones, all set boringly to the left as if they hadn’t been written to. He crossed a data file across the new edge and it sprung to life.

…there was something in this motion.

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Sinclair’s hand in Deddo’s they sailed the transition of dead air, pin prick clichés reflecting old light from dying stars to pedestrians nature the universe over. But here they were, with journey, with mission, both filter feeding, exchanging stories of the past and knowledge, building up a new internal database in each other.

Atlases the topic of conversation one minute, comparing the atlases to the stars the same way sailors did those aching moons ago. Sadness is not here. Sinclair feels nothing but awe at the brain.

Love could dampen the situation…Sinclair always felt the need for space. His moods and actions a testament to that, the cold reflective nature of space and its true intention…an unfeeling galaxy.

Jupiter is almost in sight…

…Fedora is out of sight and out of mind.

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“Passion equates the quality of intent.” Carter shouted over the troops in the North Wales camp.

They stopped their scuttling for a second then continued their taking apart of the lab.

“I want it in pieces for analyses.” Carter barked further “Three hours for planning. Two hours for target attainment.”

He turned against the wind and rain and spoke into a hand held transmitter.

“How close are you programmers to a legible hack?”

“Close to completion. This particular shell has access points unattainable.” The three merged voices spoke in unison.

“Make it closer to attainable then, I want this Boot Frequency across the ionosphere by dawn.” Carter spat down the transmitter.

“The Linux Shell Generator is having trouble distinguishing between shells. It seems the failsafe of the system is a dummy system within a dummy system. Each with its own shell brand and alternate code activators.”

“Regardless, I have seen all three of you handle a deeper mesh of code during the Darwin Trials.”

“There were forty of us at that hack though…”

“Regardless, I have full trust and belief in your system practice.”

“We will acknowledge completion closer than you think sir.”

“Completion equates the action and the action requires no words.”

“As you wish sir.”

The voices faded in the cool light of the mountainous dark. Carter imagined a new life on Titan, complete with a brand new start for his nation.

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“When do you head out to Britain?” the suit enquired.

“Three months.” Carter answered in deep camouflage grey.

The politician stood in the centre of the forest of Virginia and tried to make out where Carter could possibly be in the wood itself. He squinted.

Suddenly he could not turn for the knife across his neck held him fast.

“Ahhhh Carter. Finally…”

“Finally he says…how long has it been?”

“Years are possible. Certain events take time to recover from.”

“The event you refer to helped me to scar a fair amount of my body.”

“And you time during capture was rewarded you know that.”

“You can’t remove the scars inside. It was more a psychological affair than I can to divulge.”

“No need to divulge anything, I saw the tapes.”

“So retro. So knowledgeable.”

Still held fast by the knife.

“More to the point, we need you again.”

“Again?”

“The trip to Britain is a ruse. We have other plans.”

“So it is no training exercise for the troops.”

“The troops are all sons of certain diplomats and politicians we have in our pockets. They have gone ‘A.W.O.L’ in their policy schema.”

“And…?”

“You will be coming back. They won’t be.”

“What are the details of the mission then?”

“The open sourcing of the new travelling techniques via form transference…have you heard of it?”

“The new beginning on Titan? Yes I have heard of it. It interests me not.”

“Oh it does. Unfortunately it involves every member of this great nation. You will be travelling to Titan with the rest of us.”

“And if I refuse?”

“The collapsing star generators have been prepped along the phone lines of this entire country. When the time comes anyone in the frame of a telephone area will be transported to Titan.”

“I’ll be sure to be in the mountains then. What about the living relatives? Isn’t there some internal conflict with that?”

“We haven’t got the time to kill known relatives! During the transportation you will merge with family members on Titan. We will worry about diffusing the issues of separate bodies then.”

“Sounds very science fiction.”

“Its half and half. We have someone ready to enter space and begin the journey. He is a modified sort of chap, Amerik Vista.”

“Haven’t heard of him.”

“He is currently made up of six scientists and four politicians with the vice presidents essence as the domain controller.”

“So is Britain just an execution trip?”

“You will be destroying the opposition’s lab. Sending out a Boot Frequency that will destroy the said space traveller. Amerik will do the rest.”

“What will happen on Titan when we get there?”

“Divulge a standing policy and live by it.”

“As much fun as earth then…”