Debian Orphanage - Chapter 9

ChapterNine
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Named after the Roman God of War...Mars...and just as menacing to the eye.

Mars was your average dead planet, contained in its invigorated ice caps is the presence of future...but unlocking that box has never been tried or tested. The sending of robots to map the mountains and dunes found no intelligent life; sure a single cell organism here and there, but what is that to a conversation.
The trip to the orbit of mars took an additional nine months to attain and Fedora had come in leaps and bounds. Ascending binary and working his way through the computer languages with the once install Pascal and image handling via hyper text mark-up language. The next step would be the animated Perl language for better communication.
The loneliness of space held no fears for Sinclair; he felt his relationship with Fedora growing as not brothers but father and son. There had been no event on the travel so far, just black emptiness and stars, he hadn’t even caught a comet, seen a supernova or come across any ‘aliens’ as such. He had just become quite hermit like, teaching Fedora, as well expanding his own mindscape with old library tools and expansion packs. His filter settings had absorbed any space proteins found in the dust, so hunger was side tracked.
“Good Morning, Fedora.”
“Morning Sinclair.” And he threw an image of a horizon breaking sunrise from the partition across the Visual Tendon. Complete with tags and references.
“Did you sleep well?”

“There was no time for sleep Sinclair. I had discovered a coded data file in the partition depths and had to dissipate its complexity.”

“Oh really?” Sinclair had allowed Fedora along certain neural pathways regarding information and had not let him in on to much. The key was to break Fedora in gently, he hadn’t even asked why he was no in control of the body, or if there was a body to control at all.

“Yes, as I broke it down it spoke of space. An entire dictation on space and its abilities.”

“Tell me more.”

“I don’t know why it was coded. It refers to the universe? And planets? And all sorts of equations and star charts?” Fedora conjured up all sorts of tagged images with hyperlinks to star charts and bordered tables with much information regarding the trajectory of planets, their whereabouts and of the theories involving gravitational handshakes.

“That seems rather interesting Fedora.”
Sinclair wasn’t really listening but was running a scan protocol to check the size of Fedora. And yes he had doubled in partition size.
“Do you feel the need for further sleep Fedora?”
As he ran a protocol across the tendons.

“For some reason…I do…” Fedora sighed and slept on it.
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Dreams come in zeroes and ones, thick and heady images applied with Hyper Text Mark-Up Language, epidermis of the arms and limbs, pores as zeroes, hairs as ones, flicking out and licking the air, circumventing seasons of heat ascertainment, binary as literary masterpieces, a boy who set fire to his home on earth and the aftermath of that world becoming a cold and very lonely place, seasons dressed in the mist of foster homes and lacking in the nature and nurture of creation…creating new destiny in dreams…creating…programs in dreams…”Hello…World”…
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Mars was registered in sight…actually Olympus Mon was first thing that Sinclair could make out. Then what came creeping out of the horizon of mars was the first of its two moons, Phobos. Seconds later Deimos made an appearance.

A third shape appeared…that was very human in shape.