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Authors: Thadd Evans
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the pressure off Irea and UE.
Within hours, I received a text email from UE. Rhea’s English was improving rapidly. She would assist Irea and UE.
Sometimes, the translators used the vtp to store Sila and Reen hieroglyphics. Although the hieroglyphics used a lot of any vtp random access memory, rendering it almost useless for such a task, Irea said that the vtp had translated a small percentage of the Reen hieroglyphics, a visual language, into English, a phonetic language, far better than she anticipated.
After I received an email from Alan, he entered my office, a sad expression on his face, and sat down. “Greg, I just finished speaking to Mary over my vtp.”
“How did your conversation with her go?”
He frowned. “She said she still loves me, but added that she wouldn’t return to Exp One.”
Near the bottom of my vtp screen, David’s name turned red. He had just sent me a message. That email would have to wait.
“Did she say anything about the crew?”
He shifted around in his seat. “She told me she would miss all of us.”
I paused, thinking about this ugly situation. “Anything else?”
He rubbed his chin. “She left a video message but told me to wait a month before I read it. I promised I would. I’ll tell you more about it later.”
I nodded. Alan walked out.
Although I wanted to say something that would comfort him, nothing came to mind. Hopefully, with the passage of time, we would get over this.
Chapter Sixteen
After reading over sixty pages of David’s notes discussing the holographic simulations he had received from me, I headed for the server room. It was time to check hardware, to see if any other equipment else needed to be repaired. Although the SAN detected many problems, it wasn’t completely foolproof. Halfway down a hall, not far away, Jen was hobbling on crutches.
An hour later, UE and Caldur joined me. One at a time, we crawled through a hatch. Soon all three of us floated into section 8758, inspecting the interferometric telescopes.
Not long after that was finished, we drifted into 8759. I stopped in front of a SAN housing while my shoulder-mounted light illuminated it. The housing opened. Inside it, on a monitor, lists scrolled.
I pointed at them. “Caldur, red text indicates broken cables and their location.”
UE aimed his face at Caldur, communicating with him.
Caldur raised his vtp until it was in front of his eyes.
UE turned toward me. “Greg, Caldur just told me that his vtp is recording what you said to me about the SAN. Most of our conversation, the one we just had, has been converted into Reen hieroglyphics. I don’t know which part of the conversation has been translated, but it’s a start.”
“That’s amazing. How can it record that much information? The vtp wasn’t designed to store and analyze that much data.”
UE said, with no sign of emotion in his voice, “I don’t know.”
I nodded. “The only thing I care about is that it’s helping him.”
UE paused. “Good point.”
As the housing closed, I aimed my finger at the laser cables, showing Caldur where fissures might appear. Then I tapped the actinometer. “This measures the intensity of radiation, especially ultraviolet.”
At the bottom of an altazimuth, ratios decreased. I pointed. “The altazimuth, a telescope mounting, surveys vertical and horizontal angles.”
After I discussed other equipment, we floated toward a hatch as our face masks closed. The hatch opened. We crawled outside, gripped handles, and passed section 8756. Then we attached our tethers to the base of a satellite dish.
“According to infrared scans, you’ll find more fractures here.
“Caldur, I want you to spray carbon nanotubes into the cracks with an insertion gun.”
UE faced Caldur.
At the same time, I hoped that our helmets weren’t interfering with the translations.
UE pointed, helping Caldur.
I noticed more fissures. We couldn’t save all the satellite dishes. All we could do was
Within hours, I received a text email from UE. Rhea’s English was improving rapidly. She would assist Irea and UE.
Sometimes, the translators used the vtp to store Sila and Reen hieroglyphics. Although the hieroglyphics used a lot of any vtp random access memory, rendering it almost useless for such a task, Irea said that the vtp had translated a small percentage of the Reen hieroglyphics, a visual language, into English, a phonetic language, far better than she anticipated.
After I received an email from Alan, he entered my office, a sad expression on his face, and sat down. “Greg, I just finished speaking to Mary over my vtp.”
“How did your conversation with her go?”
He frowned. “She said she still loves me, but added that she wouldn’t return to Exp One.”
Near the bottom of my vtp screen, David’s name turned red. He had just sent me a message. That email would have to wait.
“Did she say anything about the crew?”
He shifted around in his seat. “She told me she would miss all of us.”
I paused, thinking about this ugly situation. “Anything else?”
He rubbed his chin. “She left a video message but told me to wait a month before I read it. I promised I would. I’ll tell you more about it later.”
I nodded. Alan walked out.
Although I wanted to say something that would comfort him, nothing came to mind. Hopefully, with the passage of time, we would get over this.
Chapter Sixteen
After reading over sixty pages of David’s notes discussing the holographic simulations he had received from me, I headed for the server room. It was time to check hardware, to see if any other equipment else needed to be repaired. Although the SAN detected many problems, it wasn’t completely foolproof. Halfway down a hall, not far away, Jen was hobbling on crutches.
An hour later, UE and Caldur joined me. One at a time, we crawled through a hatch. Soon all three of us floated into section 8758, inspecting the interferometric telescopes.
Not long after that was finished, we drifted into 8759. I stopped in front of a SAN housing while my shoulder-mounted light illuminated it. The housing opened. Inside it, on a monitor, lists scrolled.
I pointed at them. “Caldur, red text indicates broken cables and their location.”
UE aimed his face at Caldur, communicating with him.
Caldur raised his vtp until it was in front of his eyes.
UE turned toward me. “Greg, Caldur just told me that his vtp is recording what you said to me about the SAN. Most of our conversation, the one we just had, has been converted into Reen hieroglyphics. I don’t know which part of the conversation has been translated, but it’s a start.”
“That’s amazing. How can it record that much information? The vtp wasn’t designed to store and analyze that much data.”
UE said, with no sign of emotion in his voice, “I don’t know.”
I nodded. “The only thing I care about is that it’s helping him.”
UE paused. “Good point.”
As the housing closed, I aimed my finger at the laser cables, showing Caldur where fissures might appear. Then I tapped the actinometer. “This measures the intensity of radiation, especially ultraviolet.”
At the bottom of an altazimuth, ratios decreased. I pointed. “The altazimuth, a telescope mounting, surveys vertical and horizontal angles.”
After I discussed other equipment, we floated toward a hatch as our face masks closed. The hatch opened. We crawled outside, gripped handles, and passed section 8756. Then we attached our tethers to the base of a satellite dish.
“According to infrared scans, you’ll find more fractures here.
“Caldur, I want you to spray carbon nanotubes into the cracks with an insertion gun.”
UE faced Caldur.
At the same time, I hoped that our helmets weren’t interfering with the translations.
UE pointed, helping Caldur.
I noticed more fissures. We couldn’t save all the satellite dishes. All we could do was
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