while running along the surface, but in deeper water, she’ll move like a fish.”
“How big is this thing?”
“Big and flat. Six hundred and ten feet from bow to stern, which is even longer than a Typhoon, with dimensions rivaling that of a baseball field. But don’t let her size fool you. She’s fast—in fact, she can achieve speeds beyond that of our fastest ADCAP torpedoes.”
“How’s that possible?” the president asks.
“In addition to her flat hydrodynamic shape and her advanced boundary-layer control, we replaced the standard seven-blade propeller with pump-jet propulsors.”
“The same propulsion system used aboard the
“Yes, Mr. Nunziata, except
“—which means even our fastest boats can’t begin to stay with her,” the Secretary of the Navy finishes.
“Even if they could catch her, they’d still have to find her,” Rocky adds. “Pump-jet propulsors are far quieter than screws, and
Rocky adjusts the 3-D image, magnifying the forward section of the hull. “As you can see,
“Are those windows?” Gray Ayers asks, pointing to the stingray’s eyes.
Rocky nods. “It’s a structural engineer’s nightmare, but some of the old Russian subs had them, and the new crystalline-based materials have held up in depths. Our research showed foreign populations have instinctive reactions to certain shapes and images. The eyes add a psychological effect to the submarine’s looks. I can tell you firsthand that I was terrified watching it after it attacked the
“Finish up,” the Bear instructs his daughter.
She nods. “Infrared and low-level-light image-enhancement features provide
Secretary Nunziata beckons her to stop. “You said skeleton crew. What did you mean by that?”
Rocky sits back.
“How dramatic?”
“Potentially billions of times faster than a silicon chip.”
“Billions?”
“Yes, sir. Imagine packing the power of today’s supercomputers into packages the size of pinheads. The technology is housed in
Rocky pauses, wondering if she’s getting too technical.
“Go on,” the president urges, “we’re with you. You say this bacterium is coated with silicon?”
“Yes, sir. The bacteria represent what had been the missing link between traditional silicon hardware and the new bioware. With Simon Covah’s help, Dr. Goode successfully developed genetically altered clones of an original bacterium, each species capable of performing distinct computational tasks. These programmable critters, as she called them, evolved independently, allowing them to search a solution space for answers, performing evolutionary algorithms at unprecedented speeds. What’s more, they interface perfectly with silicon components. Silicon chips incorporate a binary code of zeros and ones. DNA code is digital, utilizing four symbols: A, T, C, and G, which correspond to the four nucleic acids which make up DNA.”
Rocky stops, realizing from their looks that she has gone too “high-tech” on her superiors.
“Commander, in a nutshell, what can
“The question is what can’t she do. The system’s DNA strands enable its biochemical brain to process and store far more information—approximately ten to the tenth power greater—than even the most massive electronic supercomputer made.”
“Incredible …”
“
“Evolve?” The president looks concerned. “Evolve in what way?”
“Dr. Goode designed
More confused looks.
“In essence, sir,
“Not sure I like the sound of that,” the president says. “Sir, without Dr. Goode involved, I seriously doubt Simon Covah could have completed the computer’s engineering.”
Nunziata does not look convinced. “Where is Dr. Goode? How do we know she isn’t involved in any of this?”
The Bear glances down at the Secretary of State. “Dr. Goode is apolitical and averse to any sort of violence. I can assure you, she had nothing to do with Covah’s espionage.”
“She designed
“Mr. President, Elizabeth Goode vehemently opposed placing
Secretary Nunziata stands, circling the conference table like a predator. “Director Pertic says this Covah character hijacked the sub with a crew of seven. How many men does it actually take to operate
“Seven would be sufficient,” Rocky answers.
“Potentially none,” Gunnar states.
“None?” The secretary looks shocked. “A sub this large—without a crew? Is that true, Commander?”
Rocky shoots Gunnar a hard look. “No, sir. Not without