Terra Nueva

Doctor's Log 1x12

And so we return with Yd’rel Yod (anthropologist) as emissary to the colony. Yod seems willing to fly back in our ship, which must to him look like a biplane. Marak and Marcus have been rooting around in the Uatsu sofa cushions for loose tech to bring home, and have some. Rocky had detected something large impacting in the oceans around the time the Refugee Ring went silent, so there may be more survivors down there. We’ll need the Tikket’s help to check it out.

The Uatsu are quite long-lived. Their nanite/replicator tech means they effectively don’t age, they have chosen as a society a life-span of about 600 years. They are deliberate in their speech and actions, and talk things out before making a decision.

The Council asks us to fly back slowly. It seems that we needed supplies from Oceana to build the drop ship and suits. When Oceana asked what was up, Adams and Marak lied to them. This has not made Governor Hadrian at all happy. He’s coming to TN to meet with Yod, but the flight even at a fast Pegasus burn will take time. (Freedom used up a lot of its fuel – its taking time to make/gather more antimatter.) Their doctor and I talk about the various diseases of TN – none should be a challenge to their biology. Nor should the vampire crystals, which turn out to be some of Rocky’s terraformer tech.

Meanwhile, Virgil and I have borrowed mini holographic file readers – his is on their history, mine is about their art and music. We talk with Yod about their homeworld and how it relates to what we see on TN. Yod is concerned by the active role that Rocky took in developing the Tikket and the Fisher Kings, but unlike the Hoth they don’t seem to feel any responsibility for their children. Yod has many questions about us – the Uatsu may have encountered the Hoth or something like them – he thinks their use of intelligent life to spawn was not ethical. We talk about our relationship to the Hoth and our efforts to uplift the Fisher Kings. Yod seems to disagree and feel that we should leave the Fisher Kings to figure things out themselves, no matter how long that takes. I vehemently disagree about information and techniques that can save lives. AUD1 Yod treats like a person – the base AI (which seems volitional) it treats like an intelligent servant. Later, I hear that both Marak and Vicinius sent messages home to bring Rocky under our wings so he isn’t just shut down or reprogrammed. By the time we’re at Gaspia station, the Senate has recognized Rocky as a unique species, negotiated mining rights, and protective rules.

Yod settles in at House Vitarum while we wait for Hadrian. I’m barely back home when both Brooke and she-who-hates-me arrive. I expected this. Dressing down for injecting “two of our most valuable citizens” with alien tech. They aren’t wrong about the risk and that it was ethically questionable. It was, however, the only option for mission success. And, it shouldn’t matter who was injected – ethics are not relative. She-who-hates-me disagrees – yet another dig at my getting a slot on the trip that her friend did not.
Yod talks with the Tikket, the Fisher Kings, and the Golden Ants that visit Aurora and Bayside. The Uatsu knew multiple empathic races, but not ones that use psi the way that the Tikket and Ants do. Marak invites him over for dinner; Yod asks about our families and children. Meanwhile, Vicinius offered Rocky a membership in his House.

Adams settles in to negotiations. Even from the press vids, it’s clear that President Seri and Governor Hadrian are not getting along. This is the first time they’ve met face to face since we left Aute. Eventually Adams asks me for some psychological advice. Neither of them are my current patients, so it would be unethical to look at their records (and I don’t, thank you.) But I’ve spent a fair amount of time with Seri and I have seen her medical records at times. This feels like a family dispute. From the pre-launch press, we can see that Hadrian rose thru the ranks on his own and has no acknowledged father. It seems from his remarks that he and Seri are related – not half-siblings, maybe first cousins? There’s some old family dispute and it is coming out in resentment that neither Seri nor Adams told Oceana about the Uatsu expedition. (Marak, it seems, he expected to lie – he’s a merchant.)

Mid-way thru the conversation, Adams looks suddenly concerned, frightened? Ruby, his AI/familiar, has gone dark. All of Ruby goes down, not just the part he had digging into Seri and Hadrian’s past. This is not good. Adams tries to cut me out – I think he’s trying to be protective. That’s not going to work – he’s my friend. I’m not going to leave him hanging. Keeping a patient’s secrets is part of the oath. But he ducks out to handle it on his own. The best I can do is extract a promise that he’ll check in with me, face to face, within 24 hours. I move his biomonitor result to the top of my side screen –heartbeat fast, breathing fast. I check for Marcus – he’s apparently out drinking with Seri. So I send a message to Marak to check in with me in either a day or if my monitor goes silent.
Whatever is up, it is serious. So I sober Marcus up – whether he likes it or not. He, Seri, and Adams go into a room to talk. Whatever it is, Adams stays on edge for a while, then starts to calm. Then the biomonitor turns off. I look at Marcus’ feed – steady. If something was wrong, he’d have reacted. Not sure what’s up with Adams – maybe he doesn’t want to risk the feed being used to hack? When he comes out, I try to ask him flat out if he is still himself. He’s evasive, annoyingly so. I guess that’s an answer. Whatever it is, the storm seems to pass from the negotiations. Not my business and I’m in no position to complain about other peoples’ secrets.

End of Season Two epilog:

Negotiations are good. The Uatsu want to come to TN – they’d be most comfortable in the jungle – somewhere without Tikket, Ants, or Fisher Kings. There’s lots of room for that. They know we are covetous of their tech and they are concerned about its effects on us. They’re willing to teach, but not to just hand things over. That’s not what we want. Marak and I had both set as ground-rules with the Fisher Kings that we shared equipment and knowledge in fair trade for the help the Kings have given us, for their help in creating new data groves, and their help with new medicinal plants and knowledge about TN. Marcus is concerned about the dangerous neighborhood we live in – the tech would help us defend. Apparently it will also make us more visible to people with the same advanced tech. The Uatsu have sensors in the belt and the Oort Cloud that need repairs – with that they’ll know more about what’s around us. It’s weird to be on the other end of the patronizing conversation, but Seri has been concerned about so many changes that the Colonists have faced just in the past few years – maybe slowing down a bit is a good idea.

After a bunch of meetings, I head home. Cailean and I head into the yard with the kids, Eilena is nearly ready for actual school. We sit under the stars around a fire. I point out one tiny dot among the stars and begin. “Once upon a time, there was a crowded world on the edge of transformation….”

The Uatsu -- Part II
Doctor's Log 2x11

Mission elapsed time 8 hours. 60 hours to shuttle failure.

We can make the nanos. I think I have a grasp of how Uatsu brain structure differs from ours. We just don’t have the power to revive the base doctor and chief engineer. Using their bed to scan Marak, I can compare our brains to Uatsu. Will it work – probably. But it will re-write the patient’s brain – side effects could be anything from minimal to catastrophic.

Meanwhile, we check the rest of the base. There are some humanoids in status and spiderlike creatures in status as well. NO idea what they are. We think the humanoids are something like AUD1 – no sign of damage to them or of fighting in this room. The fog is thinner – it is making little spider bots which are very hard to see. The bots are watching us – if we move into a blind spot, they move to follow. AUD1 thinks this is part of the base AI as it boots up. Doors that we could easily open are now locked, the creditials Rocky provided can get us back into the nano-fac, but it takes a bit of work to get back to the Total Conversion Plant and what turns out to be life support. Sadly, AUD1 says that without the main plant, we can only get the base AI to 30% — probably need at least 67% to get detailed info and help with the plant.

The humanoids stir, and they are on the other side of a huge hall from sick bay. Marcus comes running when Virgil spots them. I start to get back into the HEX suit, but it will take far too much time. Adams and Marcus talk to the humanoids – after some mis-steps we can talk to them. They are security. They’re mollified a bit that we are friends of the Terraformer (Rocky). They don’t have the skills to restore power and can’t use insta-skill nano. They’re willing to watch us and let us proceed.

Marak figures out how to make the engineering insta-skill and makes 2 doses. Time to decide. He’s willing. He knows the risks. I hate this idea but I’m not seeing other options. We’ve started a reboot and potentially made things unstable. We can’t just leave it. We can’t learn enough to restore power on our own without months or years of study. A long pause. A longer pause. OK.

We make a shelter around him so I can scan him. The neural inhibitor will keep him still, but I can’t risk it interfering with his brain while the nanites work. I can see it as it works – it is terrifying and elegant all at once. And it hurts. I can fix some damage as it happens, but I can’t stop the pain. But it works. He knows. He rests.

Now that he understands, he thinks he may need an assistant to make this work. That’s Adams. He saw what happened to Marak and he’s still willing. And for him, it works much more easily. Again, terrifying and elegant to see the brain being changed. So much potential. So many things I could fix with this – and more, this could do much of what I do with psi, making it possible for an ordinary doctor to, well, be me.
Together, AUD1, Marak, and Adams bring up main power. As it comes up, the AI begins to respond. It’s concerned about us. We suggest it talk to Rocky, which reassures it. We can get the protective dome up over the ship. Shuttle decay stops at T-52 hours. We get rest.
The Hall of Rememberance comes up. Temperature returns to normal. The AI can talk to us. It shows us a map – the last map of the Uatsu. There is a vast, vast amount of space. Aute and TN’s system are tiny, tiny parts of it. Tens of thousands of years out of date, but many, many intelligent races were once there. Suddenly, I realize how small I am and how much there is to see. And I want to see it all.

We talk. The AI (dubbed Bullwinkle) restores their doctor, who can restore the engineer and their head of security. Watching the bed rebuild a body, then restore memories replaces the insta-skill nanites as the most terrifying and elegant things I have seen. Their doctor becomes conscious. It sees me, the security AIs, and asks what has happened. It takes the news that its been asleep for 60k years and that it and the 50 others in storage are likely the last of its kind with surprising calm.

Watching the process a second time for their security head is no less amazing and terrifying. This one has some hitches, but works. And so we talk. Their security head wants to know more about us and what we want. Frankly, we want the tech. We’re willing to trade for it. We want to learn from them. We may have things to teach them. We mention the Tikket, who have their own bio-tech with similar capacity. We, like they are concerned about survival and have our own hostile, alien group to fear.

The Defense Chief is worried about us. We’re reckless. It seem horrified that we used their nanintes to re-write our own brains to mess with a delicate power system. (They bring an Engineer up to check things – we didn’t screw it up.) We didn’t have much choice – we couldn’t revive someone qualified to use the nanites or bring full power on line without restoring power. The upshot is they’ll revive a diplomat (or perhaps an anthropologist) to come back to TN and negotiate.

The Uatsu -- Part I
Doctor's Log 2x10

Three years, three days since our first response from Rocky. Aurora and Bayside are up to about 7,500 sentients, including 500 young Medynn. We’ve got another 1,000 or so between Janus 2 and Gaspia, and another 1,500 in the belt. Things are going well so far.
Marcus is testing the lander for Ammonia-world. It’s very shiny – gold plated in fact. So far, so good, considering that if it fails, there’s no rescue. The rest of us are learning how to use the armored HEX suits without tripping over our own feet – these things are 8’ tall and weigh a couple of tons. Looks like Virgil will be staying in orbit with the Pegasus – we need his seat for Marak’s min-fac.

We’re learning Uatsu from Rocky. There’s some sort of translator program there if we can get it running. Rocky can give us some access codes – it should help. Vicinius looked at the Uatsu DNA – it looks a lot (about 85%) like the Fisher King Hands.

I’ve been busy with the Tikket relief efforts. The Fire ant don’t have psi healing, so they’ve had to develop actual medicine for that physiology. It’s brilliant. Wrong in many places. But brilliant. Scorpion Bane and Coral Bloom are both interested in creating Tikket physical medicine – carapace repair is their biggest problem. Marak’s negotiating with Oceana to send some Tikket to consult on their terraforming – we’ll need to make them some space suits, but Marak has ideas. One of the elderly queens has died. The others are doing fine so far. The Tikket aren’t interested in adapting the anti-aging nanites, given Desert Bloom’s unhealthy life extension. I find the nanites a bit weird – I can hear them when I scan myself. Given time, I should be able to duplicate what they’re doing myself.

The Fisher King shaman looked at that spiral grove. It’s their First Nest, a sort of Eden where they were at their best. The Bayside nest came from the outer wing, less than the First, but more than the scattered feathers. This needs more study, but we’re headed out.

Trip is as uneventful as space travel gets. It is always a thrill to see the stars and float free. Then, of course, Adams’ stomach starts to turn. <sigh> Once we’re under thrust, he’s better. Of course, I’ve been saddled with paperwork. I swear that woman hates me.

And then we’re there. Near feature-less ice with swirling clouds of ammonia. Deadly, but pretty. The lander descends without a hitch. We dock with the Uatsu base and pump out the airlock. It seals, which is a good sign that the base may be intact. Then down the ladder in the suits. Rocks and the remains of our probe at the bottom. There’s an outer airlock door – gone – no debris just missing. We eventually figure out how to open the inner airlock door and make our way into some sort of suiting-up space. There’s a fog of nanites on the floor – they don’t seem to be doing anything. Temperature is -40, some oxygen – breathable but not great. We get out of the big suits into the sealed bioplas.

As we try to go down the next hall, the gravity shifts to 4G. We retreat. After some discussion and testing, we figure out that the corridor gravity has re-set and it’s triggered by pressure on the floor. Marak crosses in his Gekko gear and opens the far door. We cross into the outer control room. Gravity is normal here. And we see what the nanites do – they make useful stuff like chairs.

There are control panels – the communications panel is shot out. Otherwise the base is empty. There are signs of a fight here – damage to the walls in places – but no bodies. Maybe the fog ate the dead? The security office has a defensive wall of energy, but I can just barely reach past it to turn it off. More panels, most we can’t use until the base has more power. Possibly an armory. We head downstairs to the lover levels.

There’s a garden. The planets are in a nanite-status. Some of them look like TN-plants, but nanites are part of their structure. Eventually we find the black hole generator. Yes, a microscopic black hole. And they used it to send messages and for back-up power. Someone shut it down neatly. Marak and AUD1 figure it out well enough to restore it to full power, but the main plant – something called a total power converter – is a whole new level of difficulty. Marak says he feels like monkeys banging on tech with rocks. The generator has the backup for their comms – some partial logs about the attack. AUD1 also finds some mention of “insta-skill” nanos. There are places by the stations where they should be, but are missing or destroyed. As best we can tell, the nanos re-write the brain to provide the basics in some skill. There is a nanite fac – we could make them.

And so a bad idea is born. If we can find or make the nanites, we could inject them into someone and get actual skill. AUD1 can’t use them. Marcus is mission critical – we need him to get home. Marak’s got the best repair skills, might have the best shot at using the skill. Adams and I are least critical and I need to keep whoever takes the nanos alive. Crap! These are my patients, my friends. If this goes wrong I’ve got to tell their wives and children that I injected their kin with alien mind-rewriting tech. It’s not right, but it may be necessary. First, let’s see if there’s another way.

So we start looking at the library and the sick bay for more information. There’s power to six treatment tables – some sort of autodoc. As best I can tell from the logs, the Uatsu are also partly nanite. They downloaded their memories using the tables, which can rebuilt their bodies. And so bad idea number two is born. We could download the base engineer’s memories and skills into someone. It would re-write them. This is a desperation move. If I had a TN hospital and neurosurgical team, we could repair the damage. Here, with the contents of my medical duffle – I can keep him alive, I’m sure.

There is a third bad idea. The system might be able to restore an Uatsu. AUD1 is all for it. I’m more concerned about trying to revive an extinct race right now. They might be powerful allies and we owe them a lot – the very life of TN – but that’s a huge step. The tables can auto-revive, but they need more power. Main power needs to be restored first.

We’ve got some time before we need to either leave or send the drop ship back to the Pegasus so it is safe from the atmosphere. For now, we eat, read their manuals and logs, and study to see what we can do. The base is slowly powering up around us.

Aftermath of the War
Doctor's Log 2x09

A month has passed in a blur. When the War of the Queens ended, the surviving Blossoms asked for our aid and asylum. Scorpion Bane, Golden Sand, and Black Sand seem to be in charge of the victors. The mega-hive is damaged. There are wounded Tikket, starvation, and confusion. We’ve got protocols for disaster relief that we can adapt. Volunteers only – relief operations are dangerous enough. Add-in an alien species and there’s no telling what we’ll encounter. Marcus button-holes me before we go to make sure I listen to my security team. That’s a given – I’m not selfish enough to put someone else in danger to protect me.

Mr. Dulin asked for briefing on the Council’s behalf. I sent over the proposals I’ve been fiddling with while we’ve been sitting on our hands watching this war. Marcus sent along the security plan. Adams is surprisingly thorough at logistical planning and support for not having been involved in a disaster relief op. Agritech is supplying food relief (and building markets, no doubt.) We put out a public call to donate resources and Fab-time. Most of the problem is what we expected – starvation and injuries. Surprising lack of opportunistic disease. On the other hand, added psych trauma when they shut down the communal dreamscape.

The Tikket don’t have hospitals and medical staff – their healing is all by the Queens and their Echoes. And that was already stretched in the mega-hives because the life-extended Queens had lost their Echoes. Blossoms don’t heal. The Fire Ants do have some medicine – it’s primitive, but promising, and adapted to a similar biology. Their triage protocols are very different – all about preserving those most useful to the Hive.
I don’t like it, but it looks like most of the medical work will be long distance – field stations with medical waldos, bots with medical chips, and the actual medical team in a safe hive under Scorpion Bane’s protection. I don’t like it – I’m much better when I can touch and see a patient – but they’ve got psi healing, what they need is old-fashioned doctoring. Some Tikket can borrow skills. I can’t lend – security issues with that level of telepathic contact – but others can. The main fungal tree network is down.

A lot of discussion of what will become of Desert Bloom’s hive and the mega-hives. The Tikket aren’t sure what to do with defeated foes. Scorpion Bane is feeding three of the mega-hives, scavenging Desert Bloom’s for what’s useful, and leaving what’s left abandoned as an object-lesson to future generations. Harsh. But they’ll pull out the Tikket to other hives. We do want to make sure Desert Bloom is dead – Vicinius will take a team in to the queen chamber, examine, and get samples of the oldest of Tikket and the oldest of the fungus. Appears the Tikket are not at all sentimental about the dead – they just get recycled into fungus food.

Scorpion Bane’s hive is big. Different from Coral Blooms. Uses actual stone buildings more than membranes. It’s old, from the days when hives fought each other. We set up base camp – it’ll be home for the next couple of months. Then the work begins. Tending the dying and the wounded. Disposing of the dead so they don’t build up and spark disease. Getting food in. Re-starting fungal gardens. It’s a long grind. I miss the sun, the stars, being able to get out of camp and look at something natural and normal. Nightly vid-calls to Cailean and the kids help, but make me miss them more. Sadly, I’m not footloose and 20 anymore.

Finally it is done, or as done as it gets. Scorpion Bane and the others have a lot to sort out. We’re here to be neighbors, but the Tikket need to work this out. Home and a party to help my team decompress. Seems that I’ve gotten promoted and given paperwork to do.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Contact Team has been busy trying to communicate with the planet – dubbed Rocky. I’ve got patients to tend, work to do, a family to actually have time to see. Eventually, I have a routine. A couple of weeks at home, then out to the Fisher King nest for a visit, from there to the outlying Bayside settlements with a field team for check-ups and care, then to Aurora for the same – check-ups and care at their outlying settlements, then home again. Bovine has some horses up – I had missed riding.

Finally, over the course of a year, they learn to send a message. “Hello! This is us! What are you.” We get back “Hello. I am of the Uatsu.” It’s a creation of the Uatsu – a spacefaring race that came here 60k years ago – there’s an Uatsu base on one of the outer planets that Rocky wants to reconnect with. It was intended to terraform TN for the Uatsu who had come here hiding from some bigger foe — Hurku. They had refugees in a ring around the planet, long silent, now gone. The planet has evolved past that expected point – eventually Rocky started working on intelligent life in hopes of evolving a way to reconnect to the base. It’s time consuming. I insist they get out now and then to see their families, get some sun, and stop talking in advanced mathematical jargon at each other. The pattern in the snow was a simple message “I exist. I function.”

The Senate wants to know more before committing resources, but a base with alien tech is a rich temptation. We send a probe – there’s something there, but an atmosphere that will burn thru a ship unless we specially shield it – and even then it will last a couple of days at most. The remains of the base look breached – something broke it.

This will take some time to plan and build equipment, but the Contact Team is going.

War of the Queens -- Part II
Doctor's Log 2x08

[Encrypted where needed for the war prep discussions]

There are sentients suffering and dying during this war, and I can do nothing to help. Instead, I go from Bayside hospital to the outlying outposts and the Fisher King nest to Aurora and then its outlying outposts, to a short stint in orbit, and back again. Two weeks with Cailean and the kids out of every six. I’m tired, a bit saddle-sore, but hustling about keeps my mind off the war I can’t intervene in. It is somewhat a blessing that we hear the news by “telephone” from Scorpion Bane. It is not like Aute where there would have been pictures and interviews on every news link. And it must be far worse to be in the midst of battle in a city of telepaths, even if their data networks are down. The Tikket have not gone to war in two centuries – since Desert Bloom took control – I don’t know how they’ll maintain morale on any of the sides. Most of what we hear is about fighting in Radiant – a key city near the central mega-hives. When it falls, it cuts Desert Bloom off from a line of allies.

There are new people. We’ve been waking Freedom’s refugees from nano-status. There’ a mixed-lot – those desperate enough to be willing to try an untested technology in hopes of an uncertain refuge. And, like all the newly awakened, they’re stumbling into Terra Nueva’s many natural hazards and having to adapt to our air and pollens.

Food is a bit tight – more fungus, less real meat and plants. Housing is tight. We’ve had fights over space. The Belters have their own psychological and health issues. They are two to four generations from the Shattered World – we slept enroute.

When I’m in orbit, I hear the hopeful discussions of the new station on the big asteroid we flung in. With the Freedom’s tech, it’ll have gravity plating – no need to spin it. The techs chatter and gossip about the new factory, space doc, and adapting Janus 3 into the new station. Then I look through a window down at Terra Nueva and at Adams’ rocks hanging in orbit waiting.

And I’ve got a side project. Coral Bloom has agreed to send us one of her Echoes and an elderly Tikket who no longer has echos to help work on the nanite project. This is mostly one for the engineers, but I’m consulting as best I can.

AUD1 remains obsessed with trying to talk to the planet. He’s right. It is cool. But it has waited five years, it can wait more if needed. Adams, on the other hand, is obsessed with using the Freedom’s tech to make a new business suit. AUD1, Adams, Marak, and Vicinius hole up working on this for weeks at a stretch – they make progress, then hit a wall where they need to develop new software to proceed.

Things come to a head. Radiant falls to Scorpion Bane for the second time. Two of the Blossoms on Understanding Island ask for diplomatic protection. Marcus flys in an extraction team and evacuates everyone to Aurora. Watching the data centers, we see struggles beginning between the giant telekenetic bugshrooms and Desert Bloom’s fire ants, with the bio-tanks as weapons on one side or the other. Marcus flies a strike team down. I watch, too late to go. (And suspect my brother intended that.) A second Pegasus drops a team at a different grove. We watch the fighting. Freedom’s fighters make strafing runs on the tanks controlled by ants. The ants fight to the last – they don’t give up; neither do the bugshrooms in the groves where they loose. We send the Freedom’s fighters to aid at other groves. When the dust settles, a quarter of the Tikket data groves are burned. No casualties among our people – minor injuries. The Blossom refugees were watching with us at the Aurora command center. They’re shocked and unhappy. This attack was not an acceptable thing. Desert Bloom falls. We’re told she’s dead. Vicinius suggests we offer humanitarian aid. I send Madame President the plan I’ve been working on for weeks.

I’ve spent more time in Fisher King groves than nearly anyone else. The one Marcus dropped his team at was weird – the trees were in a spiral pattern and much closer together than I’ve seen before. I need to talk to the Bayside nest shaman, and probably suggest a team go look.

Marak asks about the fate of Adams’ rocks. They’re obvious to anyone in orbit, and anyone on the ground who thinks to look. The program will be transferred from Adams to ISP.

Since I have Madame President’s ear and she’s in a planning-for-the future mood, I ask her again about the Senate’s plans for advising parents about the gene-modifying-prion and the potential to vaccinate against it. I’m frustrated that I can’t tell my patients what I know and let them make their own decisions. She agrees to put it to the Senate with a recommendation to tell the people what we know and let them know their options.

War of the Queens -- Part I
Doctor's Log 2x07

[Encrypted as heck for discussion about war preparations and hints of our diplomatic backchannel]

One injection and uncounted tiny robots swim into my body, it’s odd. I can tell they are there, but it’s ignorable. Like getting a new filling – it feels weird at first, then in a couple of weeks you can’t remember it being different. They’re hard wired for this one task and will someday have to be replaced. I’ll study them. Take notes. See how they feel and work. Adapting them to the Tikket is going to take a long time – the biology is very different and we don’t know much about their aging. But I’m starting on feasibility research.

The Janus Three is headed out to the Belt to be the Belters’ base. I’ve got a psychiatrist trained to help Venus 3 on site, but I’ll still be in touch for sessions.

Meanwhile AUD1 and most of the Contact Team are trying to talk to the planet. It’s slow going. I swing by the lab when I’m on Aurora rotations to see what’s up and whether they are getting enough rest, but I’m not a mathematician.

We’ve got a team back on the Island of Understanding. Desert Bloom sent three Blossoms (black, red, and purple). The black one does all the talking, the others are “yes” bugs. No sign of Scorpion Bane or the Sands.

There are rumors of war. Coral Bloom reports that Scorpion Bane and the Sands have gotten very quiet on the psi-nets and dream web. From other sources, we hear that the rebels are preparing to starve out Desert Bloom. Our source says this has been planned for a while, but after we arrived. It’s our fault. This is new, unprecedented in Tikket warfare.

We meet with Madame President and tell her what we’ve heard. Do we intervene? With much reluctance no – we’re treaty bound to let things play out on the desert continent. We watch the bugaloo herds from space.

They begin to move. Nine hives have gone silent and left the fungal network. Coral Bloom isolates herself. Our contact is through Ozone and his echoes in Coral Bloom’s hive, but we’ll send a radio to her. Desert Bloom has vastly reduced psi power available to her.

The Tikket on Understanding Island suddenly suspend negotiations and go to their dome, their ants are on alert and a bio-tank has come above ground in a defensive position. Two diplomats meet on open ground – it’s not clear they are in contact with Desert Bloom anymore. We hunker down and watch.

With some effort, we create a telephone tree of primes and echoes to reach from us to Coral Bloom to Scorpion Bane. Things are going well for the rebels. Casualties but less than expected. New tactics from the rebels are helping. Desert Bloom responds with traditional Tikket tactics. Some of her allies have been removed and replaced with Scorpion Bane’s ally queens. The big mega-hive is cut off.

Do we take advantage of this to strike. No. We need to be sentients of our word. Instead, we watch, we wait, we prepare in case we are attacked. I start preparing for a humanitarian aid if we’re asked and can go. I don’t like sitting on my hands, but it’s not our fight.

Madame President has concerns that Desert Bloom might make a last-gasp attack on the data groves. They’re guarded by fire ants, who are loyal to her, one per grove. Marcus gets the job of planning a raid to defend the two oldest groves. He wants to fly it and probably will. I want to go – there’s no one better at getting field casualties back into the fight. It’s a risk, but it would be doing something.

For now, I need to be at Bayside and Aurora, working on the nanite project to see if it could be adapted in time to tempt some of the loyalists away. Eventually, we reach the end of what I can do with what we know. It’s feasible. We need to talk to Coral Bloom for more information on Tikket biology to see how to make it work.

Drums of War
Doctor's Log 2x06

[Encrypted as heck because of Rock Fall and other discussions]

It had been quite for a bit. Adams and Marak were busy with setting Freedom’s Belters in. Dr. Bow let me download a century or so’s worth of medical articles and manuals for the new equipment. I was in the midst of reading up on the anti-aging nanites, when the Senate wanted us to meet on Janus 2. This is the first time I had go through full decontamination and meet in paper coveralls. It is just wrong to see Adams in coveralls.

Coral Bloom told the Congress about a Tikket fungal network. They use it like wifi, but it can be used to spy. It could be nearly anywhere at Aurora and Bayside, but for places we keep scrupulously clean. Things are coming to a head with Desert Bloom.

The big problem is that the Tikket can’t handle dissenting thought. Coral Bloom expects Desert Bloom to start assassinating her foes. There’s nothing we can do about it – the cease-fire treaty requires us to stay out of her continent. That doesn’t mean that Desert Bloom might not strike at us, and that’s why the Contact Team is here – brainstorming.

Mass casualties are off the table – somebody finally understands the problems of killing one half of a telepathic link, never mind the backlash of many deaths on a race of telepaths. Vicinius and I pull together a status update on the psi-rat program. The rats were developed on Aute and scramble psi in a 2 meter radius. (I hate working around them.) They work for kibble and water, no rare earths needed. Easy to monitor. So far, it’s a pilot project, but anything that goes outside the lab is sterile. (The prion hasn’t started mutating them, but we need to watch out for it.)

There’s the usual updates – Medical’s post-Party-Flu randomized testing for surprises, post-Volcano emergency drills and training. Pairing key biological personnel with AIs to make sure no one gets nudged to, say, shut off the fusion planet’s coolant.

The anti-aging nanites should work, in theory, for Tikket, but it’ll take a long while to adapt them. It would give the elderly queens an option besides depending on Desert Bloom. I’ve been doing some back of the envelop math about how I suspect that anti-aging power works. If Desert Bloom is supplying all of the power behind it and isn’t teaching anyone else (so she can’t gestalt), it’s a pyramid scheme doomed to collapse.

If we offer the nanites, what then? We replace Desert Bloom as the source of extended life? Do we want to prolong the Tikket gentocracy? Do our allies want us to offer that? At least the nanites aren’t a pyramid scheme – with enough rare earths we could extend lives of everyone. And that has all its own issues. I think I’m going to have to try the nanites. I need to know whether having little robots running around adjusting my body all the time is going to be distracting or distressing. And I can’t in good conscience ask the Tikket to try something that I don’t trust on myself. I’ll have Marak take a look at the programing – I like Dr. Bow, but I want to check for Athenians in this gift from home.

After the Volcano, we abandoned the Island of Understanding and never re-opened negotations. The treaty doesn’t give any provisions for another site, and doesn’t have any provisions for withdrawal. After hours of our usual bander, AUD1 breaks in – what does “yes” look like. If we re-open negotiations with Desert Bloom what do we want? To be left alone. Coral Bloom and the Tikket nearby to be left alone. Ideally, the Tikket to settle their problems without ichor-shed.

Finally, a plan. Clear off the Island of Understanding. With a meteor. Adams has been busy getting rocks into place as they mine out the big asteroid. Damn, he’ll be able to do it.

Give notice to Desert Bloom under the treaty that we’re going to await further discussions there. Move a portion of the Senate off planet during the negotiations. And start pre-planning a demonstration in case this fails. Other options are discussed. I still hate all of them.

And I still can’t get back to reading. Marak asked the Medynn to let us try using their gravity wave communicator on the planet. We try sending pulses in primes. Nothing. For days. Then the black crystals in the lab shift, and shift again. Repeating a pattern of primes. It’s very, very slow. The “plant” we found in the volcano seems to amplify whatever it does to control the crystals.

Finally, a rock falls. The Island of Understanding is swept clear. The Vigils go in when things settle to put up some earth-quake proof shelter. A violet Blossom and some ants arrives. We think Desert Bloom sent her because she had to respond by treaty. But Violet doesn’t see any point in negotiating with us.

Adams: (boiled down): We think you’re ready to declare war. We’d rather you didn’t.”
Violet: Your question suggests you have concerns about our success.
Adams, through the on-site team, shows them a map of the selected atoll. “We don’t.”
Our view shifts to orbit as six big rocks enter the atmosphere. The atoll and a couple of miles of rock under it vanish. I watch as it falls. If only there were gods left to pray to. But now, it is just physics. If this doesn’t work, many Tikket will die at our hands.
Adams starts to say something, and stops. I think Marcus kicked him in the shin.
Violet: We appreciate your concern. We’d like some time to put together a more formal delegation for extended talks.
Planet: (later) Seven pulses.

Lastly, on the eve of war, and neigh onto our fifth Landing Day, Cailen and I welcome to the world Ronan Theodore Flannagan Denhar. His sister, Elani is nearly two — how fast the time has gone.

The Grand Tour
Doctor's Log 2x05

The Grand Tour

It is good to be back home, and to arrive at about the same time I would have had I returned directly by Pegasus. I’ve seen Oceana – set foot on my third planet – and for the first time heard “city” used as an expletive.
We, and the team from Oceana met with Captain Rigel and the crew of the Freedom. A wooden star ship – who would have though it possible? With artificial gravity, no less. All our time spent in cold sleep, the Janus 3’s losses. Was it all for nothing, when our descendants arrive only a few years later? I guess not. We have begun to explore Terra Nueva, and have many skills for planetary exploration that Freedom’s colonists lack.
Adams proposes a grand tour of sorts. We travel to Oceana, let Freedom’s crew see their planet for themselves, bring a delegation from Oceana back to Terra Nueva, and have talks on Terra Nueva. Once of Oceana’s team will return to Terra Nueva with our Pegasus to make some arrangements for goods enroute. Freedom is much faster than a Pegasus – I won’t even arrive later than expected. Adams’ hope, shared by all of the Contact Team, is that we can stitch together our societies into one.
At our first dinner, Mehai (the Medynn navigator) stands up and delivers a toast. “To those whose path we have to find. We remember.” This passes around through the others. It ends with “We remember” every time. There is a sadness about these people – they saw first hand the destruction of Aute and were left behind in its birth.
There are but three Medynn, but they have a gene printer and plans to re-establish their race. They are travelling folk, distinct from the city Medynn of Mars. (Mehai pronounces “city” as if it were a dirty word. “We will take space back.” “We were raised to take it back.”
Those are our kin back at Aute and they are suffering. It would be suicide to go back now and try to take on the Vorta – they are well beyond our tech. But we shouldn’t abandon our kin even if it takes a century before we are ready to return.
Marcus is practically salivating at the new drive tech and their cyborg space fighters. I’ve been talking to Dr. Bow, their Medynn medic. The advances in nanotech are … the implications … I have much to study. Marak and Vicinius are busy trying to recruit the Medynn to their houses. The newcomers have no experience with Venus bots, none survived Aute’s destruction. They have no volitional AI of their own.
Marak has asked me an uncomfortable question. I’ve been scanning the auras of the newcomers, in part in concern that they may not be entirely what they seem. He rightly points out this is an invasion of privacy. I need to give it thought – reading auras is practically a reflex. I hadn’t thought how the patient might perceive it.

At Oceana, I’d forgotten how much Terra Neuva is different. The air here is all created and recycled. The gravity is higher, the atmospheric pressure thicker. All of the colonists have uniforms, all interact in a formal, military style. The Venus AI here have no rights – “toasters”. Venus 1 is formal, stand-offish. My door is open to her, if she ever needs an ear.

Once home, Adams makes introductions. The newcomers are not interested in meeting the Tikket or Fisher Kings around Aurora and Bayside – they’ve had bad experiences with aliens. Mehai is in awe of the Helios. Marcus wants to teach him to fly it. Adams is busy with diplomacy. Marak manages to toss a couple of monkey-wrenches into his plans.
Cailean and Seri have been working with the Tikket. The situation is unstable and will blow into civil war. The big question is how soon, and how can we stay out of the line of fire. Freedom’s arrival changes so much, if only we have enough time.

Fire and Space
Doctor's Log 2x04

I am uncertain which of the Old Gods I offended that I find myself in the lava tube of an active volcano belaying my team into its depths. Marak was able to provide us with some Geeko grips, but even with them, AUD1 has fallen and is badly damaged. We’ll pull him up as soon as Adams finishes lowering a probe to the edge of the lava.

This is my own fault. Ozone had told us that the Tikket were likely aware of the volcano near Understanding Island and that its eruption was unexpected. The resulting tsunami was a surprise. The Tikket do have bio-engineered mining creatures they use to dig for minerals and to dig tunnels for their geothermal power systems. I had to open my mouth and speculate that Coral Bloom, among others, would have benefitted from the eruption that destroyed the diplomatic camp and killed several of Desert Bloom’s representatives. Of course, the Contact Team then were sent to see if there’s any signs of tampering with the volcano. And here I am watching the environmental suit’s alerts getting ever more emphatic.

And, of course, we find life even here in the lava tubes. Some sort of silica plant that grows here. We take samples. It does and doesn’t feel alive. Adams’ probe caught a glimpse of a bigger one at lava level, just before it failed. If we feed it heat (with a flamer), it briefly comes to life. Otherwise it is dead as stone. This is Vivarium’s domain – we’ll build it a kiln to study it.

Home now, safe. I’ve got the usual pile of paperwork to catch up on and patients to see. I had set up a mouse study on the Buggaloo nectar to see if we’ve overlooked anything. So far, just fat mice.

[Later still]
Off to space again in the Pegasus to see what is coming from home. Oceana is also sending its own ship. It’s…wood? It appears to be part of a Delson tree modified with Medynn engines. And it launches space fighters. We radio welcome and greetings. They respond in Ancle — a human woman speaks. She asks about danger, safety, the Vorta (aliens that were seen on the old world). We agree to dock.

The gist of what happened to Aute.

The Hoth had made the Vorta leave before our launch. Farndell (a Hoth) hid our departure and route from the Vorta. In the last years before the hatching, there was bliss and chaos. Some fled to space. There were about 5-10k humans off world, plus the Medynn on Mars and some Ren on the Moon when it hatched. The Gemini station was destroyed. Ceres moved to the moon and blessed it with one last spring. The Delsun trees rapidly bloomed. Some of the miners went to the shattered world to mine it. The Medynn prospered.

Then the Vorta returned. Ceres kept them off the Moon. The Medynn’s Hoth protected Mars, but the rest of the system was eventually brought under their domain. They wanted something from the Shattered World and are trying to get something from the Moon — mana? This ship fled — there have 1k humans, a number of Medynn and their gene bank/editing tech. They want a place to live — perhaps our asteroid belt. We, the Contact Team, agree that these are our people and we’ll take them in. The Vorta may follow them — if we could detect them, then the Vorta could, but did they? The newcomers have artificial gravity, a weak magnetic and a weak gravitic tractor/pressor beam.

So, now what….

Doctor's Log 2x03

Home at last. Nothing seems to have seriously gone wrong in the past month. We do have a better idea where the planet’s volcanos are – there’s two near Bayside, a supervolcano near Desert Bloom’s cluster of cities, and a hot spot deep under the ocean.

Better work on the core samples confirms the basics – a 500 year cycle of diminished normal pollen and higher volcanic activity – we’re mid-cycle there. Purple prions every 1,000 years, black crystals every 100 years, with a large release every 500 years that adversely affects normal plants, but not the purple pollen. Over time, Adams’ spiderberry seed is very, very slowly germinating.

Various meetings about trying to sieve the dust out over the oceans by cloud seeding, checking filters on the fusion plants and robo fac, and various protective measures. Many of the AI are going back to orbit, those down here will be sealed in bioplas. Many of the drones are being shut down to avoid contamination. More manual labor for the rest of us. Adams is rolling up his sleeves. I’ll head out to the fields and make sure my clinic time includes the inevitable sunburns, strains, and blisters this is going to cause.

Adams has had RUBY scanning near space objects, particularly orbit crossing ones. It seems that the belt tends to lose objects, mostly towards Primus, but a few in our direction. Oceana’s moonlet is likely an asteroid from the belt. (No dust patterns on Ocean, not even fragments.)

The big news is that she’s found some sort of anomaly in deep space in the direction of Aute. An anomaly with the same characteristics showed up twice between here and Aute – estimated distance 60 and 50 light years. AUD1 thinks it could be an object passing through space faster than the speed of light. It doesn’t match the records from the aliens who visited Aute – something new. There was an old ISP project for FLT, but it was abandoned because of the energy needs. Never got to testing. But this is vaguely consistent with the theory. If it is a ship, it’ll be here in six months. Once the data is confirmed, we’ll advise Oceana. Two months later, we find it again, roughly 10 light years closer. We think it’ll appear in the gap between the stars in four month – two weeks go get there by Pegasus.

I was just starting to get used to the planet as some sort of ancient terraforming device, now we’ve got something new coming from Aute. Good news? Bad news? Just more complications?

AUD1 and Breeze talk about teleporting. It isn’t faster than light, they fold space. The world is round, but the plane of existence is flat. The prime connects to a second Tikket to create a tunnel – they have to know where the ends are in relation to other things, AUD1 thinks he could teach Breeze to use GPS.

Ozone has integrated more into the colony. His Echoes are a familiar sight. He’s not a volcanologist, but he has some general knowledge of volcanos. He’s interested in the crystals, but doesn’t seem to see them as anything special. The spiderberry bush is more interesting, but Tikket don’t travel to glaciers – too cold.
He hears word from Coral Bloom about new colonies, and stress in the Hives because they are no longer of one mind. He expects Desert Bloom to take steps to enforce harmony. Coral Bloom expects war. We may be targets. We are unknowns, and the Tikket don’t like unknowns. Mostly, we need to stall.

This turns to a long discussion about the groves of Memory Trees. We talk with the Fisher Kings about “buying” a suitable grove site that they were developing so that Coral Bloom can start making her own grove and we can watch the process at close hand. They want some help with lumberjacking and removing trees that compete with their tamed murder maples to expand their nest. This gives me a chance to spend time with their shaman on ethno-botany.

The Tikket store skills and knowledge in the groves, which the Queens extract and implant into their young, which then hatch as adults with all the skills/knowledge they are expected to need. Losing access to the groves would cripple a nest. The nest modems access, but there’s no index.

The giant shrooms are sending/storing modem/routers and also physical defense for the groves. Each nest has its own modem of a Tikket telepath enshrouded in fungus. Since he has been enshrouded in fungus, Ozone feels like he’s part of something ancient, older than the Hives. (Adams wants to teach him meditation; he’ll borrow the skill from Tara.) The fungus, he says, was found by a Queen, who started incorporating it into their diets. A form of it creates the cocoons. The Queen cocoons enhance their psi and support their life, as well as enhancing their connection to the data trees. The Tikket haven’t studied the purple prion much. They don’t know how it works, but it improves species survivability. It finds weaknesses in a genetic code and plugs them. In Tikket, it affects their ability to be born fully educated.

At breakfast, Aiken agreed to work with the Tikket to transfer their data to our computers. It’s going to be slow, but it is a start.


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