Steele put the data pad that was in the arm of his DSSM suit up to the device and let it scan the object.
“Jamie, you getting it?”
“No, there is too much information. I am unable to even sort through it.”
“What do you mean 'too much' to even sort through it?”
“The way they store information is not the same as we do. After converting the electronic information storing system to ours its clear that this console has more information in its storage banks than any known amount of storage space possible. Not even 10 yobibits can begin to store this info,” Jamie said.
“English bot. I'm not a scientist,” Captain Steele replied.
“There is the system of holding electronic information. There is a byte, then a kilobyte, then megabyte, gigabyte, then petabyte, then exabyte, then zettabyte, then yottabyte. A yobibits is the yottabyet size storage only it is measured in powers of 2-”
“Simple please. Keep it simple. Explain the amount in simple terms please.”
“There is slightly more than 1,000 bytes in a kilobyte, and 1,000 kilobytes in a megabyte, and 1,000 megabytes in a gigabyte and so on. So, one yottabyte is approximately 1 with 8 sets of 3 zeros. So it's 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, or one septillian bytes of storage.”
“Your telling me that there is more info in that console alone than we have space for you to hold? You have the most space of any computer program out there.”
“Yes, you are correct John. However you are also wrong. Remember the briefing? I have 500 yottabytes of free storage.”
“Then whats the problem?”
“I said that not even 10 yobibits can begin sorting through this or arranging it. What I mean is that 10 yottabytes is just the beginning.”
“So, there is more?”
“Much much more.”
“How much more?”
“Preliminary estimates are at least 3,000 times more.”
“Wow. Can you change yourself so you use their way of storing things on your Holographic Disk Drive?”
“No John I can not. It would require a complete overhaul of our entire systems with information we don't have. They may be using some kind of heat-assistant magnetic recording to record to DNA in three dimensions to four dimensions. I'm not sure how they store their information but it's clear it is not initially compatible with ours but I can however transfer the information to us,” Jamie said.
“Sort through it and see if you can find anything good. If you think your going to run out of space then transmit it at FTL speeds back to the launch platform. Let them know you got some good stuff coming their way.”
“John, there is more. I have noticed this console has connections to many more consoles. About 50 more.”
“Holy crap! You mean to tell me that there is more information in one of these things than our whole galaxy can hold and that there may be 50 more just like them?”
“Exactly John.”
“If that's the case then what is this thing we are on, how old is it, and what exactly is it doing stranded out here?”
Between those that were left after several trials, and those who survived the suicidal drop, only Dog, Runner, Ruthless, Catalyst, Shadow, Ark Angel, and Captain Steele were left. They had been tested mentally, physically, and emotionally. Several had died. It was the craziest training he had ever done. The
“Jamie, you getting it?”
“No, there is too much information. I am unable to even sort through it.”
“What do you mean 'too much' to even sort through it?”
“The way they store information is not the same as we do. After converting the electronic information storing system to ours its clear that this console has more information in its storage banks than any known amount of storage space possible. Not even 10 yobibits can begin to store this info,” Jamie said.
“English bot. I'm not a scientist,” Captain Steele replied.
“There is the system of holding electronic information. There is a byte, then a kilobyte, then megabyte, gigabyte, then petabyte, then exabyte, then zettabyte, then yottabyte. A yobibits is the yottabyet size storage only it is measured in powers of 2-”
“Simple please. Keep it simple. Explain the amount in simple terms please.”
“There is slightly more than 1,000 bytes in a kilobyte, and 1,000 kilobytes in a megabyte, and 1,000 megabytes in a gigabyte and so on. So, one yottabyte is approximately 1 with 8 sets of 3 zeros. So it's 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, or one septillian bytes of storage.”
“Your telling me that there is more info in that console alone than we have space for you to hold? You have the most space of any computer program out there.”
“Yes, you are correct John. However you are also wrong. Remember the briefing? I have 500 yottabytes of free storage.”
“Then whats the problem?”
“I said that not even 10 yobibits can begin sorting through this or arranging it. What I mean is that 10 yottabytes is just the beginning.”
“So, there is more?”
“Much much more.”
“How much more?”
“Preliminary estimates are at least 3,000 times more.”
“Wow. Can you change yourself so you use their way of storing things on your Holographic Disk Drive?”
“No John I can not. It would require a complete overhaul of our entire systems with information we don't have. They may be using some kind of heat-assistant magnetic recording to record to DNA in three dimensions to four dimensions. I'm not sure how they store their information but it's clear it is not initially compatible with ours but I can however transfer the information to us,” Jamie said.
“Sort through it and see if you can find anything good. If you think your going to run out of space then transmit it at FTL speeds back to the launch platform. Let them know you got some good stuff coming their way.”
“John, there is more. I have noticed this console has connections to many more consoles. About 50 more.”
“Holy crap! You mean to tell me that there is more information in one of these things than our whole galaxy can hold and that there may be 50 more just like them?”
“Exactly John.”
“If that's the case then what is this thing we are on, how old is it, and what exactly is it doing stranded out here?”
Between those that were left after several trials, and those who survived the suicidal drop, only Dog, Runner, Ruthless, Catalyst, Shadow, Ark Angel, and Captain Steele were left. They had been tested mentally, physically, and emotionally. Several had died. It was the craziest training he had ever done. The
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