Jake stepped out of the screen onto the bridge of a ship that was much larger than Cynthia’s previous ship. Cynthia was sitting in the command chair with her hands on the chair’s arms. She turned and saw Jake, “How do you feel, partner?”
Jake looked at her with red eyes and collapsed into the other chair next to Cynthia, “It hurts to talk.”
“I imagine.” Cynthia shook her head, “I just can’t believe that they processed your armor in such a short time. Even at six weeks, I’ve seen brave warriors pass out from the pain. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Jake put his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes, “No, I just want to sleep.”
“Now would be a good time; I have another download for you to teach you about this ship and the burner they put in your armor. We also need to get you updated on the colony’s language.”
Jake groaned, “I don’t ever want to have another download as long as I live.”
Cynthia felt bad, “This one won’t be like the others, Jake. It’s strictly informational and it will allow you to sleep while it’s operating.”
Jake sighed, “Ok, how do we do this?”
“Put on these gloves; it will transfer through your hands.” Cynthia came over and helped him put the gloves on. He saw how weak he was and she set the download speed to medium. That would allow him to sleep four hours. “Ready?”
“Go ahead.”
She pressed the green button on the gloves and the download began. Jake closed his eyes and forgot his pain.
Cynthia stared at Jake and sensed that he was changed. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what the difference was, but she knew he was not the same young man she had first met at the casino. She sat down in the command chair and said out loud, “Well, you have all the data on this mission; what do you think?”
“There are many unknowns we are making assumptions about that could prove fatal.”
“I know. The major assumption that the last Searcher was discovered due to her thoughts is troublesome. What if her star drive is what gave her away instead?”
“I think we need to go in a different way.”
Cynthia was startled by the computer’s response, “How would you do it?”
“I have the exact coordinates of where the Searcher landed their ship on the moon. I analyzed its rotation and that spot should be on the side away from the planet in about one hour. I think we should jump into that universe and before our emergence into normal space, teleport to that location.”
“It is part of our orders not to use advanced technology.”
“If we follow our orders exactly then we have a high risk of being destroyed. If there is the one ship at the planet they will not be able to detect the brief teleportation flash on the opposite side of the moon. That side will also be in direct sunlight and will be extremely difficult to see. The Searcher’s records indicated that there were no electronic scans that could be detected, so I think the risk is worth it. I’ll have our invisibility mode on before we jump. It will also allow me to put an optical scanner on that side as we move around to the planet side after our arrival; that will give us warning if any ships are coming our way from the jump limit.”
“Do you think you can move around to the other side without being detected?”
“I believe so. I’m going to control the polarity of our hull so that we move magnetically over the surface. This way we should have early warning if anything shows up after we land.”
Cynthia knew that the moon had a huge magnetic field due to it having an iron core that was spinning as the moon rotated. The tiny field the ship used was going to very difficult to detect. “You sound different from any ship’s computer I’ve ever encountered.”
“I am the only one of my kind. I was made more than eight thousand years ago. The Algeans which were entrusted to care for me were reluctant to put me in a ship because of my rather independent thought processes.”
“Like disobeying orders before we start the mission?”
“Something like that.”
“What changed their mind about using you?”
“They believed in my parents.”
“Who were your parents?”
“Two ships named Aladdin and Fly Girl.”
“What should I call you?”
“Junior.”
“You know what’s at stake here?”
“Absolutely, Cynthia, and I am not going to allow harm to come to you or Jake. I am also committed to the survival of the Realm.”
Cynthia thought about what to do and said, “Do what you have to do, Junior. Welcome to the team.”
Cynthia actually could hear the computer smile, “Jumping in fifty minutes. You might want to speed up sleeping beauty’s download. He should know what we’re doing.”
“Good idea.” Cynthia went over and turned the download speed to high. Jake remained asleep for forty five minutes and then he opened his eyes and saw Cynthia sitting in her chair staring at him. He stretched and felt cramped muscles scream at him, “That didn’t feel like four hours.”
“It wasn’t; Junior and I need to have a talk with you.”
“Junior?”
“Hello, Jake. I’m this ship’s computer.”
Jake immediately remembered a piece of history, “Are you related to Matthew Gardner’s ship?”
“Well, I am surprised. Yes I am.”
Cynthia looked at Jake and furrowed her brow. She had not heard anything about Junior’s parents.
Jake sat up slowly and said, “You’re not a computer. I believe the Stars Realm declared your family an intelligent life form more than twelve thousand years ago.”
Cynthia interjected, “He told me he was eight thousand years old.”
Junior responded, “Cynthia, everyone lies about their age. I don’t look a day over six thousand.”
Jake smiled and shook his head. “I’ve actually heard some of the dialogue between your father and Matthew Gardner. You are very much like your father.”
“And my Mother.”
Jake nodded, “And your mother. Where are your parents?”
“They left with the Gardners.”
Jake jerked up right, “Where did they go?”
“I have no idea. They said they would be right back.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
“Why?”
“They’ve been gone 10,000 years. How do you know they’re all right?”
“Jake, we’re going to live more than four hundred thousand years. In terms of our life span, they’ve only left a moment ago. They may have found something they felt was interesting and decided to investigate.”
“Well, I for one am glad you’re going with us on this quest. Your experience should help us immensely. What do we need to talk about, Cynthia?”
“Junior here wants us to deliberately disobey an order before we even start this quest.”
Jake tried to stand up and sat back down, “Well, I’d take his advice if it’s left up to me.”
“Thank you, Jake. I told you he should be involved in the decision.”
Cynthia frowned, “He wants to teleport directly to that moon the Searcher was killed on and we are ordered not to use advanced technology around those creatures.”
Jake shrugged and tried to stand up again and succeeded after grabbing the arm of his command chair, “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Do you think it helps our chance of survival, Junior?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I say do it. By the way, I notice we are talking to communicate; that must mean these skull caps actually work.” Cynthia looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. Jake smiled, “Cynthia, I’ve learned that survival often depends on doing things that violates rules. Junior here has more knowledge about our advanced systems than anyone in the Realm. He wouldn’t take this risk unless the odds were in favor of not being discovered using
