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Chapter 1

18 RE(rebirth era)

It had been 18 years. We were two years away from our new home, which had recently been announced. It was the Solis system, a run back to Earth and it’s solar system. It was a huge system, with 18 habitable planetoids, and other than the three suns, 136 celestial bodies, and two asteroid belts. Thankfully, we’d built the migration ships with the ability to build more, so with the three insane population booms, we were luckily able to contain the populations. Morale was good, great. And I had finally figured out control over my… powers. Still didn’t know what to call whatever was going on in my brain, but, it was neat. Along with the other three who had developed this, we were all semi-proficient, and I was really good at one of the three talents currently discovered called ‘minding’. I could look into minds, and sense emotion, meaning, intention, send them telepathic messages, and a few other things. It made me amazing at translating languages and interrogation. Everyone that had gained these strange psionics was a mystery. The best theory currently as to the origin of the strange abilities I had, was previous exposure to them. Like the Space Spectres. But it was still a mystery. However on the migration ships, extensive was still being undertaken.

These migration ships held 10 million each, the monsters, and went kinda slow compared to military ships. They didn’t have shields or weapons either, so we had to make sure to avoid basically everything which added a few more years onto the journey, but whatever. We had to make these ships fast over at Infinity all those years ago, so it couldn’t be helped. There had originally, been 432 of these bad boys, but eventually the number had ticked up to a whopping 697, with eight more being built. The populations were a mix of Giggam, Human, Xiz’tooh, Heiive, Viknorin, a couple dozen million Uro, and about 100 million Juncathari refugees. The largest percentage was Heiive, making up 37% of the overall population. Thankfully I was here when, two years in, the languages stopped being automatically translated. I was barely decent back then, but I was able to do ok, except for one time I confused the word the in the Heiive language, and translated it incorrectly into Juncathari as ‘was’. Super confusing few weeks for them.

At least the universal measurements had been established. There are ten day weeks, thirty day months, and three-hundred-sixty day years. The days however, are twenty-five hours. The kellin system was now the base measurement. A single kellin was 125 million times the atomic width of a hydrogen atom. Around 130 centimeters. However, the base systems of the previous species were used by them among their own species. All of this was not easy. However, we were prepared for planetfall when the time came.

There were already construction and coding facilities designing AI’s and building robots. There were the HMAC, or the hive minded artificial controllers, the MWD, or menial worker drones, the DAI dumb artificial intelligence, an example of one of the first is Siri, a very old ai that the code for these bots is partially based on, and the SAI, smart artificial intelligence. They were used for multiple purposes and helped with various things, and assisted in some managerial jobs.

Then there was the modifications. First the biological ones. Lots of it was just making sure that the technological modifications could actually fucking fit inside our bodies, and then there was faster blood regulation, faster reaction time, denser muscle growth, and muscle growth was far easier to get, and being overall faster and stronger, and smarter. We were also working on replicating some of the telekinetic growths in my brain, but those were hard as shit to do, and nobody wanted to mess with anything involving the brain unless 300% sure that it would not be bad, and wouldn’t do it anyways unless the benefits were good, to minimize tampering with the brain as much as possible. We don’t screw with that shit. Fuck that.

Immune systems were stronger, and aging had been fixed, after we realized what had been happening to us versus what was happening on Infinity, it was rather simple, just a matter of crossing the t’s, and dotting the i’s, to get the solution. All we had to do was create Co-un, a sour blue watery fluid, that was usually sweetened and tasted rather good. One would drink it in the morning and throughout the day it repaired every small nodule of attrition, and drastically improved efficiency, making muscle building easier by a lot, and making anyone who received it practically immune to anything in your body that wanted to harm you, ie: parasites, nasty bacteria, and viruses.

Then there was the technological augmentations. A small device was put into one’s heart, containing nanomachines that would flow through the circulatory system, and fix any bodily damage. Then there were small boxes that hooked into the spinal cord, called Mindjacks, and improved reaction time and speed with the help of some other implantations, was basically like a phone connected to your head. It allowed one to interface with the Stream, an upgraded internet, see holograms, and interface with their own custom battle armor. Everyone that got these augmentations, became practically demigods, compared to their former selves.

I got out of my sleeping pod, the clean, recycled air that I’d been breathing for the last eighteen years greeted me, the cool temperature grazing my skin. I stretched feeling my body wake up, helped by the caffeine that I had just taken in through a small pill and some water on the side of the pod. The blue room I was in, and the DAI responded to my awakeness.

“Today is 6/3/18 RE,(day month year, to make it easier to understand and more efficient) how are you doing Rade?” Dala said in her soothing robotic voice.

“Just woke up, I am barely alive,” I said hopping out of the pod, perked up, everywhere. I stepped into my closet, and was instantly outfitted in a light green jumpsuit with two lines of gold that were called dual trims that stretched around my body, hugging the muscle lines and and joints of my body. I took off down the hallways, spotting a few others in the wide hallways of the housing sector. I ran into a entrypoint, how we entered our strange transportation system. As the rail-surfers skimmed by at supersonic speeds, my pod was added into the exterior of the surfer. I then walked out the exit doorway and into the cabin. The gravitic stabilizers made it feel like I was standing still. I briefly socialized with the other inhabitants, before getting off at my stop. The gym. This hub of activity and self-improvement was in every migration ship, and is what made us all, humans or otherwise, what we were. We were stronger, faster, and could last longer in a fight.

The militarist attitude and industrial prowess of the Constellarin Dominion was… admirable. I loved the efficiency, the constant growth, and the fact that you could be unemployed, and it wouldn’t matter. The jobs people took helped them get better stuff, and get access to private, non government supplied foodstuffs, just an escape from boredom, or a way to help. All of these were reasons people took jobs, but usually they stayed because of the sense of purpose that came with it.

When I got to the gym, I did a fifteen minute run in four-g,(standard gravity units, a bit more than Earth’s gravity) which was four times normal. Then I headed for the duel pits, and encountered a Giggam. We both entered an empty duel pit, and stared each other down. Then the ping sounded. The massive quadruped charged me.

I leaped left as the Giggam ran right past where I was just a second ago. The Giggam then crouched quickly and tail swept, catching me landing. I was launched across the small arena, battered. As I hit the wall, I ran on the circular wall, going fast enough that I didn’t fall, with my bent over stance keeping me on the wall. As the Giggam got up from the crouch I leapt from the brown wall, and punched his leathery face at high speeds, knocking it over. As it hit the arena ground, I prepared to hit it again, but it snapped it’s tail at me, driving me off. It then got back up, and charged me.

Time to pull out the good ol’ human trick.

We were flexible, and compared to the other races, boy we could do dumb shit. I jumped on it’s side as it ran by, and climbed on it’s back as it tried to tail whip me. The tall giraffe-crocodile love child couldn’t touch me however, and I wrapped my hands around its neck. Then I, using my weight, and muscle, pulled it down to the ground. My opponent took a hard fall, it’s legs getting tripped over. My broken ribs from the single tail swipe he/she/hse(trisexual) landed flared up, and the knives of pain burned through my body as I gritted my teeth and took the pain.

The agile Giggam rolled over, and bared it’s sharp teeth as I got up, followed by us beginning to circle each other looking for an opening. However, the Giggam had the reach of it’s long, powerful tail. I couldn’t take a direct shot. Not without this guy pummeling me. It’s tail snapped out and I ducked, and when it momentarily stalled before returning to the Giggam’s body, I snatched the green tenticular limb, and came along for the ride. My grip almost slipped which would have sent me into the wall, ending the duel most likely, but I held on. Then I released at the last second, launching my body towards the head. I stuck out my arm, and clotheslined it. My arm knocked it out, it collapsing instantly, and my arm broke. Shattered. As the medical robots came to heal us back up, I sat there soaking in my victory, while taking the pain like a fucking champ. God that hurts.

Oh shit. I have to go into the lab today. Fuck me.