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While conducting the ship-to-ship fighting we discovered that enough
squeeze-play warp missiles could force the alien degenerate-matter-hull
spaceships into small black holes and that the subsequently formed
singularities were unstable and soon went supernova. This actually had a
positive effect on the tide of the battle. Once we found out what would
happen, we forced a squeeze play in the middle of their fleet. The alien ship
shrunk inward on itself until it became a singularity for a few seconds. The
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singularity's event horizon was small, but it did poke a neat hole clean
through the next ship in its path. And then the thing went supernova and
splattered ten of the ships around it and disrupted the fleet's formation. We
did this repeatedly and in a well-orchestrated manner and the technique worked
tremendously well in creating chaos in the alien tactics. We had learned a
considerable amount about space warfare and tactics over the past five or so
years and it was showing. We had fun with that weapon.
Tatiana and I stayed on board the
Phoenix this go around, but according to the combat teams, the ship-to-ship
fighting was nowhere near as much of a thrill as popping inside an alien ship
and completely taking the Grays by surprise and in a matter of seconds, the
ship completely from them. Our standard mode of operation was still to leave
no Grays standing, sitting, or breathing. We couldn't risk the possibility
that one of the witness Grays would figure out how we got on board their
ships. Although we believed and still do believe that to be unlikely, as there
is no way that they could actually see us and detect what we were doing at
such a small scale once we shrunk down and entered the SuperAgent
Infrastructure's quantum connection.
This time it took our fleet of thirty-three hundred and nine vessels and our
warp-armored
SuperAgent-toting infantry two hours and twenty minutes or so to completely
halt the alien fleet's advance and another thirty minutes or so making sure
that there were no alien survivors left. We discovered that about fifty
percent of the alien fleet carried Prawmitoos's FUER and we guessed that was
with hopes of igniting the Earth and blowing us asunder. Now we have the FUER
and will soon be able to reverse engineer it. Like I said before, the Grays
are stupid and not very good at warfare. Or again, perhaps, we are just really
good at it.
After the battle had ceased we sent them a hundred ships full of dead Grays
and on each of the vessels we used the nanomachines to inscribe in bold, shiny
letters the Teytoonise version of the sign at the gates of Hades: abandon all
hope ye who enter here! We've been fighting the war against the aliens, Grays
and Lumpeyins, on more than just one front. We've also been studying the
dormant picophage.
Since we had let the general public know that these civilizations existed,
sooner or later they would want to communicate with these folks and we hoped
to be able to communicate with them safely. With our near-infinite budget from
the rare commodities and the other classified endeavors that the nanomachines
enabled us to create, we ramped up a huge research effort on the picophage
cure not just for the quarantined aliens but for us as well. Anson developed a
means of monitoring the phage devices on the picometer scale and mapping their
whereabouts. There were some suggestions on the table presently about being
able to capture the individual picophages with the same type of warp bubbles
that we use to traverse the Infrastructure. These bubbles are much smaller
than the picophage is and if we could drive through and into a quantum
connected datastream there was no reason to believe that we couldn't fly
around and capture all of these picometer devices. That would happen soon.
Then we would have a cure and could go and infect the quarantined races with
the cure. We couldn't believe the Grays never thought of this, but then again
they used mainly quantum technologies, not general relativistic ones.
If we cured these other civilizations it would put another burden on us,
though. At the same time we would also have to protect them from the Grays or
they would wipe them out we believed Opolawn when he told us the Grays
believed they were The Species and would devour any others in their path. In
the meantime we had every intention of stopping all alien abductions on these
worlds and letting them live their lives under their own power. Our plan was
to do all of this without letting the local inhabitants ever know we were
there. If they call out to us to see if we are here, we planned to answer
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then, but only then. There have been enough meddlers in this galaxy's history.
CHAPTER 31
Next year we plan to spread the technology of longevity to the species. We
have already improved medical technology eons ahead of anything the quacks
would have ever come up with. There are no longer any deadly diseases since a
dumbed-down version of the nanomachines has been released to the public
domain. Nanomachines for specific tasks were introduced into the public as
inventions by the brilliant scientist husband-and-wife team Dr. Steven and Dr.
Tatiana Montana.
The doctorates weren't honorary. We were able to take courses from Anson and
Jim and 'Becca and a few others at the satellite location for the University
of America that was located on the Moon and we also had taken many classes at
the new University of California at Bakersfield. We both wrote dissertations
on nanomachine construction and manipulation.
Of course, now we could build machines nearly twenty orders of magnitude
smaller. We were also fairly certain that the Grays couldn't do this. We
weren't so sure about the limits of the Lumpeyins. At any rate, the current
status of medical technology was such that most people could now expect to
live a healthy, happy life to at least a hundred and eighty years.
Next year we plan to introduce to the world that the only reason not to live
to be thousands of years old would be if you were hit by a truck a big and
very fast-moving truck that stopped and backed up over you several times or
were squished in an alien collapsing singularity. And it wasn't physicians
that developed the cure for old age. Tatiana says I've been hanging around
Anson and Jim too much and have adopted their distaste for medical quacks, but
Anson and Jim are right and I like them I can't recall a quack that I ever
did. After all, the headshrinkers would've never found that Gray implant in my
brain, but they would've sold me all the drugs I could afford until my
insurance ran out.
We knew that the ability to live forever would really shock the world and
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While conducting the ship-to-ship fighting we discovered that enough
squeeze-play warp missiles could force the alien degenerate-matter-hull
spaceships into small black holes and that the subsequently formed
singularities were unstable and soon went supernova. This actually had a
positive effect on the tide of the battle. Once we found out what would
happen, we forced a squeeze play in the middle of their fleet. The alien ship
shrunk inward on itself until it became a singularity for a few seconds. The
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singularity's event horizon was small, but it did poke a neat hole clean
through the next ship in its path. And then the thing went supernova and
splattered ten of the ships around it and disrupted the fleet's formation. We
did this repeatedly and in a well-orchestrated manner and the technique worked
tremendously well in creating chaos in the alien tactics. We had learned a
considerable amount about space warfare and tactics over the past five or so
years and it was showing. We had fun with that weapon.
Tatiana and I stayed on board the
Phoenix this go around, but according to the combat teams, the ship-to-ship
fighting was nowhere near as much of a thrill as popping inside an alien ship
and completely taking the Grays by surprise and in a matter of seconds, the
ship completely from them. Our standard mode of operation was still to leave
no Grays standing, sitting, or breathing. We couldn't risk the possibility
that one of the witness Grays would figure out how we got on board their
ships. Although we believed and still do believe that to be unlikely, as there
is no way that they could actually see us and detect what we were doing at
such a small scale once we shrunk down and entered the SuperAgent
Infrastructure's quantum connection.
This time it took our fleet of thirty-three hundred and nine vessels and our
warp-armored
SuperAgent-toting infantry two hours and twenty minutes or so to completely
halt the alien fleet's advance and another thirty minutes or so making sure
that there were no alien survivors left. We discovered that about fifty
percent of the alien fleet carried Prawmitoos's FUER and we guessed that was
with hopes of igniting the Earth and blowing us asunder. Now we have the FUER
and will soon be able to reverse engineer it. Like I said before, the Grays
are stupid and not very good at warfare. Or again, perhaps, we are just really
good at it.
After the battle had ceased we sent them a hundred ships full of dead Grays
and on each of the vessels we used the nanomachines to inscribe in bold, shiny
letters the Teytoonise version of the sign at the gates of Hades: abandon all
hope ye who enter here! We've been fighting the war against the aliens, Grays
and Lumpeyins, on more than just one front. We've also been studying the
dormant picophage.
Since we had let the general public know that these civilizations existed,
sooner or later they would want to communicate with these folks and we hoped
to be able to communicate with them safely. With our near-infinite budget from
the rare commodities and the other classified endeavors that the nanomachines
enabled us to create, we ramped up a huge research effort on the picophage
cure not just for the quarantined aliens but for us as well. Anson developed a
means of monitoring the phage devices on the picometer scale and mapping their
whereabouts. There were some suggestions on the table presently about being
able to capture the individual picophages with the same type of warp bubbles
that we use to traverse the Infrastructure. These bubbles are much smaller
than the picophage is and if we could drive through and into a quantum
connected datastream there was no reason to believe that we couldn't fly
around and capture all of these picometer devices. That would happen soon.
Then we would have a cure and could go and infect the quarantined races with
the cure. We couldn't believe the Grays never thought of this, but then again
they used mainly quantum technologies, not general relativistic ones.
If we cured these other civilizations it would put another burden on us,
though. At the same time we would also have to protect them from the Grays or
they would wipe them out we believed Opolawn when he told us the Grays
believed they were The Species and would devour any others in their path. In
the meantime we had every intention of stopping all alien abductions on these
worlds and letting them live their lives under their own power. Our plan was
to do all of this without letting the local inhabitants ever know we were
there. If they call out to us to see if we are here, we planned to answer
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then, but only then. There have been enough meddlers in this galaxy's history.
CHAPTER 31
Next year we plan to spread the technology of longevity to the species. We
have already improved medical technology eons ahead of anything the quacks
would have ever come up with. There are no longer any deadly diseases since a
dumbed-down version of the nanomachines has been released to the public
domain. Nanomachines for specific tasks were introduced into the public as
inventions by the brilliant scientist husband-and-wife team Dr. Steven and Dr.
Tatiana Montana.
The doctorates weren't honorary. We were able to take courses from Anson and
Jim and 'Becca and a few others at the satellite location for the University
of America that was located on the Moon and we also had taken many classes at
the new University of California at Bakersfield. We both wrote dissertations
on nanomachine construction and manipulation.
Of course, now we could build machines nearly twenty orders of magnitude
smaller. We were also fairly certain that the Grays couldn't do this. We
weren't so sure about the limits of the Lumpeyins. At any rate, the current
status of medical technology was such that most people could now expect to
live a healthy, happy life to at least a hundred and eighty years.
Next year we plan to introduce to the world that the only reason not to live
to be thousands of years old would be if you were hit by a truck a big and
very fast-moving truck that stopped and backed up over you several times or
were squished in an alien collapsing singularity. And it wasn't physicians
that developed the cure for old age. Tatiana says I've been hanging around
Anson and Jim too much and have adopted their distaste for medical quacks, but
Anson and Jim are right and I like them I can't recall a quack that I ever
did. After all, the headshrinkers would've never found that Gray implant in my
brain, but they would've sold me all the drugs I could afford until my
insurance ran out.
We knew that the ability to live forever would really shock the world and
excite it and force it to start thinking about colonizing other worlds or we [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]