Baby in space part 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jump aboard this fascinating tale of life aboard the Pardeen clipper and explore the ship through the eyes of a baby.

Submitted: August 15, 2013

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Baby In Space Chapter 2

Preston was now outside the nursery in a main hallway on the port side of the ship. The metal deck of the ship had lots of fun textures. It was almost as fun to bang on as the nursery door. Neutronium plates lined the service hallway floor in half gaunt squares neatly connected. Both of Preston's palms hurled down on the surface for a good rattling. Vibration gently railed nearby connecting parts of the walls on both sides. He squealed in delight with mouth agape in joy of the occasion.

The ship was well lit with warm lighting and the walkways were wide with long expanses separated by opened air locks. For convenience these remained recessed within the bowels of fortified walls. In the event of emergency they could be sealed to block off any given section of the vessel to contain a breach or secure the section. Not even the smallest particles would pass through the penteran gaskets, crewmen were known to flood a few of the larger passageways on the cargo deck for an impromptu pool party. This would only happen at port when high ranking officials were on shore leave. Such an expenditure of water and leisure while in transit would be inappropriate and in dereliction of duty.  The ship was refurbished 10 cycles ago on Lamex, which was Preston's parents home planet. Although Preston was not born on this home world he has rightful citizenship because the Pardeen was considered Lamexian jurisdiction. The ship was a former war vessel that had since been converted to serve two proposes. First and foremost it was a transport ship employed by Startrade, a huge corporation on Lamex. In fact Startrade was a monopoly on the planet, 60% of the commerce and industry was Owned by them. The seas on the planet were a large source of revenue generation. Fish, mineral, mining, precious gems all came from the Ocean. So needless to say these were huge exports for Startrade and made up most of the cargo manifest.  The second function of the spaceship was that it served as an Lamexian embassy for the entire Gamera Expanse. It was the marriage of government and industry that equally benefited both parties. Startrade benefited from tax free operation for the trade vessel and the cost of embassy operations were bankrolled by the government. Such an agreement in the past would never have come to be. Before Startrade had its grasp on the largest portion of Lamex there were several other corporations fighting for power. Literal fighting ensued for five cycles before peace came about and the other two corporations were absorbed into Startrade. Conflicts came in external forms as well from other systems that had a greedy eye for the rich world. Eager and ill advised worlds tried to conquer Lamex and regretted their attempts. A servant class on Lamex came about through foreign invasion military ploys. After the groups were subdued and captured, they were assimilated into the planets culture. The servants on Lamex lived as good of a life as the wealthy on some other planets. There was just no losing, too much abundance and wealth existed for anyone to fight for very long.  Serious credits flowed through the Pardeen equaling in the multiple  millions within a cycle.

From bow to mast the clipper was a quarter Leap, or more than a thousand gaunts. The Startrade employed crew numbered 200 with 10 personnel functioning in the embassy section located at the bow. Most of the time the vessel used solar sails to travel from planet to planet within a system. Travel from system to system had to be done via the ships engines. There were some planets that had to be circumnavigated all together because of the fierce solar storms that played havoc in the regions around them. These planets were believed to be uninhabited, and there was no way to confirm or deny the accuracy of the hypothesis. Sensors, probes, or any other electronics would get scrambled as soon as they entered within range. Ships in former cycles had disappeared in the wake of violent solar upsets. Non of the ships were ever seen again, more than likely destroyed or stranded. The  shipmates that had been in the trade for most of their lives swore by such tales. Tale telling was part of the culture aboard the clipper and human nature dictates that the mysterious unknown become folklore.

It was 0200 hours aboard and there was not any activity on Preston's deck. As far as the eye could see down the corridors it was quiet and calm. The small child peered around at his new surroundings as he sat up on the rough deck. He spun in place sucking on his fingers and gawking at the new space. He said Mama loudly, and his hollow chip projected an image of his mother in front of him. The image was suspended mid air 6 gaunts out of reach of the youngling. A clip playing a pre recorded video of his mother talking to him began to flicker. "Hey Preston, hey sweetie your mama loves you". The response of happy immediately shot up over his head in green letters. He started crawling as fast as he could towards the image of his mother. He made up 20 gaunts in a flash and barreled down the hallway to get to mamma. About the time that mamas arms should have been picking him up, he looked up to find his digital guardian still way out in front of him. He grunted slightly in frustration and made another haul to get within reach.
The grid tiles flew by as his eyes were fixed on his path, the boy was easily topping 3 leaps an hour on his all fours. Again the little guy paused to see if he was getting picked up by the one who brought him into this world. Preston looked up and instantly his little spirit felt shattered. His mother had vanished and he was all by himself again.  Both  eyes narrowed and squeezed out liquid pain between two slits of disappointment. Again the green TelePrompter affixed to his cap ticked out translation "Sad". Tears rolled and an entire set of fingers from Preston's left had were used as a makeshift passy. He rolled over on his side and continued to wail for a few moments. Then something caught the child's eye, there was a flashing light on the right side of the hallway. The halo read "Curious".

There was a strange little door and with a short conveyor attached to it on the right side of the hallway. The red flashing light to the right of the door pulled in the boys attention and served as a distraction to his current 
dilemma. The strobe of the light was totally mesmerizing, it faded in and out every few jots. Most of the lights on the ship were solid state, or they switched off and on. What Preston did not know is that this light was very special. This door and button were an access port for the ships electronic historian. The historian was basically what the title implies, it documents changes upon the ship in data format. It had key points on board that it needed access to by way of a litter door and access button.  The nano technology used in the wheeled robot was independent of all the ships systems. It could collect all the data from the ship it wanted to but it did not directly translate any data stream back to the ship. The idea was that this device would record all the data around it for future analysis. The best predictor of the future is past events, and in theory enough data could predict future events. Lamex had these systems all over the galaxies within jurisdiction as a sort of covert operation. This was more than a slight invasion of privacy but the culture was very accepting of government policies. A satellite uplink fed data back to a classified location on Lamex, and people even knew it but it was just how things are done.

Preston crawled over to this button and started slapping at it with a giggle. "Fun" blipped the halo as a final slap activated the conveyor and the door as Preston was whisked away into another part of the ship.


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