《First Contact》Chapter Twenty-One (Interlude)
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SUBJECT: TERRAN TECHNOLOGY
Despite concerns of many it does not appear that the Terrans are eons ahead of the Unified Civilized Races as they have raced past us while utilizing technology we have long known of or discarded as irrelevant. In all area, from metals to circuitry to chemicals even to superluminal propulsion, the humans never discard information or stop research into applications and further information.
An example is their "warsteel" which is, in fact, NOT steel. It is an ion bonded molecular aligned hyperalloy that must be crafted in a high temperature environment and can only be worked by extreme pressure. We have known of this alloy for eons but have found it useless as the expense in energy and materials outstrips its utility as it can be replaced by weaker materials that are much safer, cheaper, and easier to manufacture and utilize.
Warsteel is forged on only the hottest, most barren planets. Terrans claim it can only be forged by "hate" or "wrath", two Terran concepts that are primitive. Hate is an intense, almost irrational, level of dislike. Wrath has two meanings, one synonymous with hate, the other is extreme, even excessive violence. As you can tell, those really have no meaning when it comes to manufacturing.
Attempts to replicate warsteel forging with current methods have failed. The material can be produced but it hardens within microseconds and cannot be worked.
We cannot explain how there are propaganda pictures taken to support the war effort that show liquid warsteel, a deep crimson in color reminiscent of Terran blood, being poured onto forging surfaces the humans call "anvils".
Where our technological progression follows a fairly predictable line, just like every other discovered race, the Terran's technological progression looks more like someone randomly connecting lines between the stars. Rather than taking the proper time to consider the ramifications of any line of research before delving into such research, as is the fact with most races, Terrans just start researching it without worrying about moral or ethical implications.
This has led to advancements in many sectors that we did not attain because of ethical quandaries involving early formula or scientific application probabilities.
In this paper, we will show how the Terran scientific progression can only be described as: "Madness on a scientific scale" and provide proof.
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SUBJECT: TERRAN COMBAT ROBOTS
How do I put this?
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They aren't robots. They're Terrans. Either one who has traded in his biological body for a fully mechanical one except for his brain or one encased in full armor. Even the ones the size of a high rise building have a human brain operating them. Yes, even the ones that vomit up nuclear beams.
Worse yet, is you REALLY need to stop bringing these guys back.
Most of them wake up when I'm checking out their circuitry, and I'm here to tell you, they don't like that.
Half the time they threaten me to try to force them to allow to return to combat, even if that combat was weeks ago.
I'm not sure ANY of the so called "robots" are actually robots. The one subject you brought me, as soon as I applied power, woke up and demanded a lawyer. Then used my personal communicator to call one.
Apparently the Terrans have cracked the method of creating digital sapience without it going homicidal.
I know your august body wants answers, but let me tell you one simple thing: Investigating this technology is an invitation to madness.
If you can explain to me how a "SUDS" works, you can have my summer house. Apparently, at the moment of biological function termination, the "Soul Uninterrupted Disaster Storage" goes into effect, supposedly "sucking them in" and then they can be "reloaded" into a custom made or a replacement body.
YOU TELL ME HOW THIS WORKS! IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT! DEAD IS DEAD! THIS IS THE REALLY REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO COMING BACK!
You know what, to use a human saying: All of you can get fucked. That's right, I told you to go FUCK yourselves. The whole Uni-fucking-fied Science Fucking Council can go take a flying fuck at whatever a rolling fucking donut is.
Oh, and you can eat shit too.
I quit.
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SUBJECT: MEWMEW KITTYKITTY OBJECTS
Terran soldiers and even their civilians are often followed by one of three creatures. A "doggo" AKA "goodboi", a "furboi" AKA kittykitty AKA mewmew AKA trashgoblin, and a "fishyfish" AKA "swimboi". Terran rituals of gathering up their dead even extends to these creatures, which had largely been assumed, until recently, to be some kind of low level artificial intelligence guided robot.
A "kittykitty" was recovered from the wreckage of a battlefield some two months ago and moved to a research facility. A decision that later proved to highlight the risk of alien technology, much less human technology.
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A kittykitty has what Terrans refer to as a "liquid hyperalloy chassis" or a "T-1000 body". While the frame appears solid it is in fact made of up some type of liquid metal impregnated with literally millions of nanites. It has two power cells, something called "zero point reactors" which involve suspending two oppositely charged particles a distance from each other while surrounded by protomatter. Further investigation on how this works is needed, but will entail great risk. It also has something we could not identify.
The first thing we discovered is that Terran computer circuitry is dense on a molecular level. Far denser than our own. Some of the circuitry appears to be an electron supercooled and "stretched" a distance, using tachyons to transmit on or off signals along the circuit. It was difficult to tell as Terran circuirty dissolves as soon as the casing is breached. Despite scientists claim of "That's not how it works! That's not how any of this works!" the fact that the Terran circuits work says that it must work that way.
Which is why Terrans use binary. Simple on and off doesn't require as many filters to cut out background radiation and signals, unlike our 14-switch code.
The kittykitty examined had used up the majority of its combat munitions and supporting munitions and we were unable to break the code (as explained later) of its operating system and obtain an inventory list. What we did discover is small "micro-launchers" that allow it to fire off flares, chaff, and something called "lovekittykitty" which appears to be some kind of modified parasite that quickly crosses from skin to blood to brains, which makes the victim view the "kittykitty" in an affectionate way. It is unsure why this was seen deployed via "whiskers" to trauma and disaster victims.
Each kittykitty is able to arms its feet with monomolecular edged claws. These claws are used for climbing as well as combat. Its "teeth" are used to chew through debris that might be pinning a survivor as well as to inflict severe injury.
In its chest we found an inert sphere labeled "DYSON-NANO-FORGE-KK-SERIES" which we removed.
At one point, we discovered the biological component and were shocked and appalled. The biological component had suffered severe damage to itself and its cybernetic components. Tissue samples showed that this is a genetically modified primitive feline, the cybernetics involved to increase its intelligence, allow it map areas, and provide advanced processing nodes as well as link with other Terran technology.
After several cycles of examination it was discovered that a universal omni-port would connect to a section of dense circuitry within the kittykitty's non-liquid hyperalloy frame. This circuitry was encased in heavy duty shock protection and it was assumed to be of great importance. It was loaded into a virtually isolated system and scientists began seeing if they could decrypt it.
That, gentlebeings, was where it all went wrong. It turns out that the circuitry held a backup of the kittykitty's operating system, memories, and personality. It immediately went into "clawboi" mode, moving through the system with ease. I personality saw it somehow, well, ooze for lack of a better word, between two airgapped systems. From there it escaped into the city's GalNet node.
It popped up in children creche learning computers, store computers, pet store computers, always jumping and moving. Oddly enough, it never repllicated itself.
It did go to a hospital and use the physical printers. It printed out a feline body and cybernetics, implanted them, burned itself out of the system as well as its records (cellprinting and circuit printing remained in evidence on security feeds) before gaining possession of the inert sphere and fleeing the hospital.
Despite several cycles of searching we were not able to find it.
This even reinforces the dangers of the Terrans unrestricted technology. They don't have anything we haven't already examined and discarded.
The Unified Scientific Council has determined that Terrans and their technology are a scientific dead end and a threat to the culture, society, and peoples of the Unified Civilized Races.
Attached are video feed of examination of the alien object.
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TO: Mank-unkj-ug
From: Una-unkj-ug
Oh, Manky, you bought me such a wonderful pet. The little ones love it so much! I take it everywhere I go in my purse. It curls up next to me on bed and makes the most soothing rumble. I don't even mind that you have to spend so much time on your trips. Mewmew is a wonderful companion pet! Thank you so much for it.
I'm taking it and the kids and going on vacation.
Touches!
Una
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