All Ahead, Full

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
There is a new planet to colonize and things may turn out the same as the last time. Still, a fresh start is at hand with hope at it's core.

Submitted: June 27, 2016

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Submitted: June 27, 2016




Jack Parser stood at the edge of the curb just outside his residential town-home, Uber, Google, and General Electric Modules wised by at what might have been an excessive speed in the year 2020. But today, 60 miles a hour is normal on two lane streets; there are no human driven cars. On six and eight lane boulevards, normal speeds average 100 miles per hour.

In most areas of the planet, few people own their own vehicles. If they need to go somewhere then they gently pinch their right earlobe and their mobile device activates, noted by a subtle tone in their ears. They orally state their present address and where they wish to go, there is seldom more that a four minute wait.

Jack looks up and steps back a foot or so, the aerial vehicle sets down next to the curb and the curb side door opens. Jack stepped in and seats himself, an eye retinal scan takes place for billing purposes then the door closes and the vehicle lifts off.

Jack looks around at the hustle and bustle of the glimmering city below him. Then he turns and views the desert landscape that surrounds it, he thinks to himself, ("The desert is so peaceful looking in the morning hours, it is a wonder what the lack of a city can envision."). 

A soft and very feminine voice makes inquirers, "Would you like a beverage, or possibly something from our Breakfast menu?"

Jack responds abruptly, "No further sales dialog, destination only."

"Yes Sir Mr. Parser. Destination arrival time is approximately 18 minutes," the computer notes.

A lot has changed by this year, 2302, but the things that should have changed, well; I guess that they just never do. Wars and rumors of wars, this group and that, a dictator rises up, another falls by the wayside, and then the bodies are counted.

Everyone says, "What a shame." And prayers are offered up, speeches are made, and parades are given in honor of the fallen. But much of it has to do with keeping the population in check and business flourishing; after all, humanity has been at this war thing far longer than anyone cares to remember, or wants to admit.

Besides, since the heads of business are still alive when a war is over, it is deemed the price that had to be paid for freedom, or honor, or whatever the ketch-phrase is for that decade.


Now, on the bright side, advances in personal security have occurred over the last 100 years, and that makes almost everyone happy.

Theft of goods is next to zero, everything has ID chips and theft locators imbedded. Most electronic devices, including vehicles, will not operate without the owner near by. In other words, why steal it if it will not work, or if you cannot sell it.

Even Identity theft is a thing of the past because the business and banking systems know where you are, all the time. If a second one of you should pops up, well, they are arrested immediately.

Drugs and alcohol are no longer socially acceptable, so no one does them and because no one does them, no one makes them; demand side economics work well for social problems.

Jake makes a request, "Pod, recline seat 45 degrees and add footrests."

"Reclining seat and extending footrest. Would you care for a back massage, or possibly some music, Mr. Parser?"

Jack thought for a moment, "Music only, 1960's, Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon Album."

"Very well sir, sound level four. --- Is that sound level adequate sir?"

Jack listened for a moment and replied, "Level six please."

"Level six Sir. --- Is that sufficient? The computer asked.

"Yes, that's fine!" Jack yelled.


Time passes.


The music stopped and Jack seat slowly returned to its upright position.

The Pod's computer noted, "You have arrived at your destination Mr. Parser. All charges and tax liabilities can be viewed on the display screen in front of you, if correct, say correct, if there is an error, say error."

"Correct," Jack said as he exited the pod.

The pod's computer voice could be heard stating, "Thank you for taking Musk, Low Altitude Delivery System, we hope this experience has been a pleasant one."

Jack entered an expansive building that was just to his right. In the building, people and luggage were being shuttled in various directions while perched on disk-shaped plates; others were being elevated to different levels and walkways within the building.

Digital displays were hawking vacation travel destinations to locations on the planet, moon, and some other selected planets, or their moons.

Aircraft flights and high-speed rail service schedules were shown on panels in the floor, color highlighted and color-line directed.

Jack walked toward a series of platforms and picked the platform with a blue circular emblem, a small sign said, "Military Personnel Only." As Jack stepped onto the platform he rattled off a series of numbers and then a retinal scanner began.

"Welcome Commander Parser," a voice was heard saying as Jack was engulfed in a clear capsule. "Your ship and crew are at the ready and all passengers are aboard, the remainder of the supply cargo is being loaded and other cargo is being transfused to your ship; the transfer is being coordinated by your First Officer, as you authorized. All transfers should be completed within the hour."

With that said Jack and his capsule was whisk through a series of tubes that were connected to one particular ship, that spacecraft was being held in a fixed position, within the planets inner orbit.

It was not long before Jack found himself standing on the bridge of that massive ship. The bridges display screen caught Jacks eye, it was a forward view, a digital image, of a pale-white moon and a ringed planet that was seen in the background.

"Here are our orders Commander," said the First Officer, Gunter Gruber.

The Commander remarked, "How many ships have a full accompaniment of passengers?"

The First Officer replied, "Seven Sir, the eighth, well, not enough selected passengers were able, or willing, to go."

"That is too bad," replied the Commander, "I wonder if they realize that another war is in the works, and I am sure that it will be even bigger than the last?"

"No doubt Sir," Gruber replied.

"I'm guessing that there are no changes, Mr. Gruber.

"No, no changes Sir. Given the amount of energy modules that were available for these vessels, it can only be a one way trip. Of course, because the eighth ship is not attending, there will be enough left over to generate electrical power for our first year on the new planet. After that, we will be left to our own devices."

Gruber continued, "I didn't see the stats on this planet that we are going to, Commander. What is your take on it?"

As the Commander looked at the orders he replied, "No worries Mr. Gruber, satellites and probes have been monitoring that planet for many years.

I flew an exploratory mission there about six years ago, just to have a look-see and to map potential landing sites. The landing sites, 12 in all, are noted in the ship's log and I sent the coordinates to the other ships captains.

Our destination planet is a jewel in the ruff, Mr. Gruber, much like this planet used to be. The atmosphere is compatible to our needs in most regions, and there is accessible water; I see no reason why we cannot set up permanent settlements there.

Our ships magnetic-pulse engines are capable of soft landings, even in heavier gravitational fields. Once each ship sets-down, then the ships themselves can be used as core cities and as bases of operations.

Besides, we've been looking for inhabitable planets for well over a hundred years and we have found no other alternatives within our reach; it is this or nothing Mr. Gruber.

This planet that we are leaving is running out of resources, and what is left of other fuel sources are not worth perusing any further. Solar is their only hope of survival, and they are outfitted well for living on that alone. Magnetic-pulse engines will allow them to travel limited distances in space.

Our orders are to set up mining operations for Uranium as soon as we arrive on the new planet, and to send the first load of Uranium back on the attach freighter, a -sap."

The First Officer asked, "So that they can make more bombs and kill more humans?"

The Commanders replied, "If you are still with me, then not on our watch, Mr. Gruber."

Gruber replied, "Yes Sir, Commander!"


Time passes.

"What age ranges are our passengers?" The Commander asked.

"Twenty to 35, and a good number have all the needed skill sets," was Gruber's response.

The Commander replied, "Twenty to 35, they are all war age, they did themselves a favor leaving home today. Do they know where they are going?"

"No, not exactly Sir, but hay, they are young and full of the adventurous spirit," the First Officer says with a slight smile.

The Communication officer interrupts, "Beg your pardon Commander, ships two and seven are fully loaded and request permission to leave orbit."

The first Office looks at the Commander and the Commander said, "Permission granted, have them take a Departure Position five Fruions past the moon's travel path."

"Yes Sir, five Fruions," was the reply.


Time passes.


All seven ships are now out of the planet's orbit and ready for departure.

The Commander asked the First Officer if the energy modules were removed from the attached freighter ship. The answer was yes, they were added to the surplus aboard all seven ships.

"Jettison the attached freighter," was the order from the Commander.

"Jettison the attached freighter Helmsman," was the reply and the order from the First Officer.

"Jettison the attached freighter Sir? The Helmsman questioned.

"You heard the Commander's order, Jettison the attached freighter, Helmsman," the First Officer replied.

"Yes Sir, the freighter has been jettisoned," the Helmsman acknowledged.

Communications Officer, Tibia, "End communication with Ground Dispatch and all seven ships, leave ship to ship active," was the Commander's next order.

"Yes Sir, Communication ended with Ground Dispatch, ship to ship is active Sir."

The Communication officer receives a message and sounds off, "Commander, the fleet is requesting destination coordinates from our Bridge, and the flight plan."

The First Officer looked at the view screen and out at the vastness of space.

The Commander pulled up a display on the Bridges Communication Screen, touched on the designated star system, expanded that with a wave of his fingers, and touched his forefinger on the third planet from the sun, earth.

"Let's go home Mr. Gruber, --- all ahead, full."

"All ahead full, Sir, --- all ahead full."


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  06-26-2016


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