《THE SPACE LEGACY》Book 3.5 - Log Entry #53: Upgrading Transporters
Advertisement
I am a good builder, and if that sounds like bragging, well… that’s because it is.
Simply look at my resume: modified CEIs, transporters, satellites, the nanites probe to the Main Asteroid Belt, the Ascension…, and so many other things. Now, I did not say that I was original; some of the best designs I utilized were… borrowed from others, and I am OK with it.
In most of the cases, I took a basic design and improved upon it until it was so different, the idea originator couldn't recognize the item I built. As I’m not steered by the philosophy of the lowest bidder, I tend to over-engineer everything, and then multiply that over-engineering by orders of magnitude. That is one of the reasons why the Ascension has such a thick and sturdy hull; it is way over what is essential for residing in outer space. There is nothing that will hurt my baby… I mean the City-ship (disregard that baby thing).
I like the simplicity of certain shapes, as is the discus, hence the transporters and the Ascension’s appearance. If I would have to build the same things now, the sphere would win the shape contest; it offers far superior structural integrity and space utilization. Nevertheless, by now, people are used to our crafts being in a familiar shape, and I do not want to step on any toes. Despite that, some projects in the future will undoubtedly be spherical.
I know that many would want cool looking spaceships, shaped like an arrow, having multiple turrets and engines separated from the main body. The ones that look like they come out of the movies. I am one of those individuals who have taken a firm stand that aesthetic considerations in a design should be secondary to function. Therefore—the sphere it is. If some of you who read these logs do not like it—build your own stuff, and don't complain to me. My grandpa did say that opinions were like fecal exits—everyone's got one.
Anyway, what I wanted to say is that I am a good builder, but sometimes my creations tend to fall behind the technological and environmental needs of our little space project. To clarify—I was not at fault; it was the circumstances of the times. I am talking about transporters, those utilitarian crafts that are like space taxis which everyone in the S.U. was beginning to take for granted. The original ones were adequate for the task, except they were meant to operate in Earth’s atmosphere, not in outer space. That, I will emphasize again, was not my fault, but at the time I started building them, we were planet-bound and in a bit of a rush. Therefore, they worked great for what they were intended to do, but not so well above the atmosphere.
Advertisement
Transporters could go there and Michael tried it out a few times, however, there was an itsy-bitsy problem with having a limited amount of air to breathe. Unfortunately, by the faulty design, humans tend to die when deprived of oxygen, which is not the optimal outcome for people living in space. I had to make a few modifications to the basic blueprint of the transporters for them to continue their usefulness. Surprisingly, that prototype sub I built for the dive to the bottom of the Mariana Trench was a great starting point in the design of Transporters Mark2.
When I say a few modifications, I mean the old transporters needed to be scrapped and new ones built from scratch. It was far easier than modifying the old. Excluding their power generators and Gravity-drives, almost everything else had to be completely rebuilt to the new specs. All the transporters needed to be refitted with stronger shields, and now I had Resistanium to use for the hull, which would make them even stronger… if somewhat shiny.
The new metal alloy was given its name for self-explanatory reasons. Like steel, it was made by mixing different types of metals and minerals under a specific condition. On the other hand, if you were me, you could cheat and use the nanites to recreate that specific molecular structure and get the finished product much quicker.
There is also one extra feature all transporters now have, directly influenced by that time when Michael and the others had to take off from Earth when… when dad died. I often wondered if that time lost on the trip back would have made a difference… even if logically I know it wouldn't. In case that time ever became a factor again in saving someone’s life, I built portable AutoDocs and installed them everywhere I could.
There are dozens on-board the Ascension in different locations and levels, and there was one on every transporter in use.
It was placed in a cubbyhole in the floor, so it wouldn’t take up much space, which was one of the reasons for the interior redesign of the transporters. One could not see it, as it was seamlessly integrated into the machinery beneath the floor.
That version of the AutoDoc looked like a closed cylinder that had most of the tech as the regular-sized units, sans a few unnecessary functions. Yet, it required an additional power source because I could not see a way to pack that in. I solved this by installing a smaller fusion reactor that was tied into the transporters’ energy systems. Also, there were backup batteries that could make the machine work in a pinch, but it’s a bit dicey to rely only on them; still, multiple redundancies are always dear to my heart.
Advertisement
It was fully enclosed since the sterile energy field was one more thing that went into that extra, unneeded parts bin. The final product was, if not beautiful, highly functional. I have plans to place the lite models in individual apartments all over the Ascension in case of an emergency when a trip to the hospital would take too long.
As I mentioned, this new version of the transporters, when seen from outside, is a bit different from the Mark1. The holo emitters would still be able to camouflage the entire craft, but without them, they are not so black anymore, more of the polished silver color. Which is OK, I guess… a more SF inspired look increases their wow factor.
Miniaturization was the key, especially for oxygen production. I didn't want them to carry pressurized canisters around, not when they could carry enough water that could simultaneously also be used as a fuel, and a source of oxygen. Carbon dioxide scrubbers I copied from NASA (I paid a fee for using their design). Everything was built underneath the floor, and the water reservoirs were in the hull. With the holo display technology, windows were not required, and in any case, they lessen the entire structural stability of the craft.
The engines were upgraded up to take full advantage of the lack of friction in space, so there was a considerable increase in speed. Not even close to the Excalibur, but these are not spaceships intended for a prolonged flight, they are convenient vehicles to fly to and around Earth.
Don’t get me wrong, there was still space for improvements, and I fully intend to do so when some new development is discovered. Transporters have a bright future, and I envision them as cars that people will regularly use when they need to travel.
Some of you may have noticed that one thing was lacking in all these crafts I built—weapons. It was not an oversight or some idea about not bringing weapons into space. That was actually a thing; there were protesters in several cities, which were accusing us of exactly that. We were mostly innocent, except for the Hammers. I’m overlooking them on purpose since they are simple kinetic weapons; an ordinary rock could be considered as one if thrown from a great enough height.
The reason was—there was no need for them—not really. The Excalibur and transporters could achieve such speeds that any weapon systems would seem superfluous, and they all have energy screens which could deflect most conventional weapons. If someone throws a nuke at one, most weapons would be useless. The only sure way to defuse one, is an empty transporter on an intercept course and a ramming maneuver. Now, they did use a nuclear warhead on us while we were leaving Earth, so I wouldn’t put it past some crazies to try again. I have a few strategies in place if such an attack occurs, and a swift retaliatory response that would neutralize the threat in an expedient manner.
There was simply nothing to endanger transporters in such a way as to justify arming them at this point. Well, I did have a few designs that could be produced if there was ever a need, but for now, personal weapons took care of any situation Michael and the others encountered. Besides, if the problem was just too big, then the Hammers are great for getting someone’s attention… and for utterly destroying them.
If I can think of a few more design upgrades, I’ll throw them in too. In my heart, I am a highly skilled builder, and proud of it.
Advertisement
Milton
A Cyberpunk Coming of Age Tale The Apocalypse is ugly. The only lights that work are battery powered or neon. Scroungers kill your neighbors and take control of their bodies. Gang wars run rampant in the perpetual night, as usual, except now, most members have magical spells to defend their turf. Life certainly changed once the Rainbow Letters came. For Milton, things changed for the better. The world became familiar. He could find loot, learn skills, and equip weapons and armor. It was all much easier to understand than the perils of pre-Apocalypse life with its grocery shopping and going outside. Then he discovers Ragnarok, Orchestrator of the Rainbow Letters and all of Milton’s problems. The race to figure out why is on. If Milton is to survive long enough to find answers, he must first be strong enough to confront his worst enemy: himself. * This is work in progress and NOT professionally edited. * ** This story is humorous in the begining, but gets very dark around the turning point. Reader discretion is advised.**
8 215Feast or Famine
Morgan Mallory was a perfectly ordinary college student until she was whisked away to another world full of strange creatures and wondrous magic. She is completely mentally stable, has no childhood trauma to speak of, and has certainly never engaged in self-destructive behavior as a form of punishment and emotional regulation. Morgan has always dreamed of getting isekai’d like the heroes in her favorite light novels, and she wants nothing more than to emulate those heroes. She has always wanted to help those less fortunate than herself, to stand up for the weak, and to be a righteous heroine who puts the needs of others before her own wants. And she has absolutely, positively, definitely never fantasized about murdering thousands, controlling minds, and pursuing total world domination. Trust her. Support me on Patreon to be one chapter ahead! Updates Tuesdays and Fridays at 3PM Pacific Time.
8 536A New Breed of Pirate: A VRMMO Tale
What would happen if you dropped 2500 people from the year 2049, in Port Royal, Jamiaca in 1714? Rio Grande gaming division intends to answer that very question. Apply today to be chosen to take part in the beta testing of "A New Breed of Pirate" today. Sail the seven seas, as a pirate, merchant, or even in a navy! Experience what the world was like during the 18th century, as the entire world is your playground. Take part in the worlds first truly immersive VRMMORPG. Utah looks at the email he just recieved, then at his barely functioning legs. "What could I possibly lose?" Follow Dwayne Utah through his experiences in the hyper-realistic beta of NBP online. ***A couple disclaimers*** Thus story features progressive RPG elements. This is my first story, and I'm wanting to start slow on the status screens and game rules. I just wanted to put this here to let everyone know what they were getting.
8 138The Gray God
This is the sequel to The Gray Mage, however, reading it is not required to understand this story. Three centuries after the god Rynovar claimed Earth as his own domain, ending the Fourth Age of Magic, he ruled the world from a floating continent. Deciding to allow humans a chance at having a wished granted or a question answered, Rynovar created a quest fifty years into his reign. Upon completing the quest, those who undertook it would be granted an audience with him and permission to make a single request or ask a single question. However, two and a half centuries after he issued the quest, none had succeeded and the quest was believed impossible, several stages of it having never before been completed. When nineteen-year-old Cyrus met Lyda at a restaurant, he broke the norm of his life cleaning up his brothers' messes and keeping them behaving to avoid causing issues for the public. Upon hearing her desire to earn enough money to attempt Rynovar's quest, Cyrus chose to help her complete what was believed to be one of the quests' impossible stages, revealing that he himself had a question for the god he wanted answered...
8 129The world before: The Abysmal Elven Lord
Countless years I have lain in the darknesss. My memories of the past ever fleeting. I slumbered for uncountable years. I woke up in between only to be met with the same existence, same silent darkness, emptiness, a void area with unlimited corners. Why was I here? All of this changed one day when a voice called to me. Journey with me as I discover my past and make my future.
8 175Orion
Superpowers based on Constellations. (Second Arc / Sequel COMING SOON!) Michael Stone’s life changes forever when he touches a glowing meteorite that gives him extraordinary powers derived from the constellation Orion. But he didn’t realize how hard it was to be a teenage superhero. Not as simple as the comic books make it out to be. Especially when his life-long rival and bully touches a meteorite as well, challenging him with the powers of Draco.
8 141