Sample: “Doctor Nichols, the furnaces are up and running and we are ready to fold anytime you are ready,” the pleasant voice spoke from his cockpit computer.
“Thanks Eve,” he said, his voice almost cracking there for a moment. He was glad Doctor Lang gave him the source code to his AI for his Alpha… but the pop girl voices Lang chose always confused him and made him just a tad uncomfortable.
Far beyond Earth space, the newly reclaimed homeworld appearing to look only like a marble at his distance, Doctor Louie Nichols sat in the cockpit of his Alpha. Attached to the Veritech Fighter was a larger transforming piece of Robotechnology, a Shadow Beta. However, the beta had been stripped of its weapons and its main hull opened up to showcase a new miniaturized fold-sphere generator.
He had explained it to General Reinhart and Captain Grant rather simply. While the protoculture intake would be high, a commodity the UEEF didn’t currently have, the ability to mass-produce miniaturized space fold generators to small vessels would enable the UEEF to widen the search grid for the missing SDF-3 and its Protoculture Matrix.
All that needed to be done was to test the drive. If they succeeded, he was confident they could use the technology to find the SDF-3 and the source of modern Protoculture.
“Do you have the coordinates, Eve?” he asked his Alpha.
“Already covered, Doctor,” she easily responded, “Ready when you are…”
Once more, she caught Doctor Nichols off guard, “Ah…. Well, uh… Space Station Liberty! This is Lt. Commander Louie Nichols. We are now executing Shadow Dimensional Space Fold!”
“Engaging, Doctor Nichols,” Eve tacked on as the Alpha-Beta came to life, a hum being the signs heard through the cockpit.
“Eve, you don’t engage a fold sphe--” he was cut off as the space around him began to shift into a brilliant display of light and color. The fold had begun… and then…
His Alpha combo rattled as space undulated around him. Eve reported, “Doctor, a strange irregularity has formed in the shadow dimensional field. It is shifting into an unforeseen quantum signature.”
Quickly, the Robotech genius began to input commands into the computer, “Eve, begin defold.”
“Doctor,” she said with alarm in her voice, “The Beta Fold Drive is overloading. It’s going to explode!”
“Prepare to detach Beta. As soon as we defold, we’re punching it.” The bright orb that was the fold sphere shined brilliantly then faded away to find the Alpha in deep space with her fold booster arcing red lightning that signaled the overload of Shadow Dimensional technology. The Alpha detached itself from the larger Beta unit and quickly lit up its afterburners.
An orb of crimson red erupted from the Beta, reaching out at the Alpha unit. However, the nimble Veritech fighter was able to escape the dimensional destruction by the skin of its teeth. As the explosions began to fade, Louie focused his eyes upon what laid before him.
Strung up like clothesline between two small sphere was a menagerie of objects that seemed to make up some sort of space station. The fighter’s AI spoke, “Woah, Doc. I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…”
“Eve, we never were in Kansas… but I know what you mean,” he said, in a mix of fear and awe as the damaged Alpha began to limp its way to the station.
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“Doctor Nichols, the furnaces are up and running and we are ready to fold anytime you are ready,” the pleasant voice spoke from his cockpit computer.
“Thanks Eve,” he said, his voice almost cracking there for a moment. He was glad Doctor Lang gave him the source code to his AI for his Alpha… but the pop girl voices Lang chose always confused him and made him just a tad uncomfortable.
Far beyond Earth space, the newly reclaimed homeworld appearing to look only like a marble at his distance, Doctor Louie Nichols sat in the cockpit of his Alpha. Attached to the Veritech Fighter was a larger transforming piece of Robotechnology, a Shadow Beta. However, the beta had been stripped of its weapons and its main hull opened up to showcase a new miniaturized fold-sphere generator.
He had explained it to General Reinhart and Captain Grant rather simply. While the protoculture intake would be high, a commodity the UEEF didn’t currently have, the ability to mass-produce miniaturized space fold generators to small vessels would enable the UEEF to widen the search grid for the missing SDF-3 and its Protoculture Matrix.
All that needed to be done was to test the drive. If they succeeded, he was confident they could use the technology to find the SDF-3 and the source of modern Protoculture.
“Do you have the coordinates, Eve?” he asked his Alpha.
“Already covered, Doctor,” she easily responded, “Ready when you are…”
Once more, she caught Doctor Nichols off guard, “Ah…. Well, uh… Space Station Liberty! This is Lt. Commander Louie Nichols. We are now executing Shadow Dimensional Space Fold!”
“Engaging, Doctor Nichols,” Eve tacked on as the Alpha-Beta came to life, a hum being the signs heard through the cockpit.
“Eve, you don’t engage a fold sphe--” he was cut off as the space around him began to shift into a brilliant display of light and color. The fold had begun… and then…
His Alpha combo rattled as space undulated around him. Eve reported, “Doctor, a strange irregularity has formed in the shadow dimensional field. It is shifting into an unforeseen quantum signature.”
Quickly, the Robotech genius began to input commands into the computer, “Eve, begin defold.”
“Doctor,” she said with alarm in her voice, “The Beta Fold Drive is overloading. It’s going to explode!”
“Prepare to detach Beta. As soon as we defold, we’re punching it.”
The bright orb that was the fold sphere shined brilliantly then faded away to find the Alpha in deep space with her fold booster arcing red lightning that signaled the overload of Shadow Dimensional technology. The Alpha detached itself from the larger Beta unit and quickly lit up its afterburners.
An orb of crimson red erupted from the Beta, reaching out at the Alpha unit. However, the nimble Veritech fighter was able to escape the dimensional destruction by the skin of its teeth. As the explosions began to fade, Louie focused his eyes upon what laid before him.
Strung up like clothesline between two small sphere was a menagerie of objects that seemed to make up some sort of space station. The fighter’s AI spoke, “Woah, Doc. I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…”
“Eve, we never were in Kansas… but I know what you mean,” he said, in a mix of fear and awe as the damaged Alpha began to limp its way to the station.