On the bright side, I was an intern. Interns are inexperienced and haven’t absorbed how things are done in the workplace. That meant that as long as I wasn’t too obnoxious about it, I could ask anything.
Provided I wasn’t too obvious about my prying, the worst that people would think was that I was naive.
“I’m not sure I heard this right,” I began, “but I thought you were coming next week.”
She gave a quick smile. “You’re right. I was, but they called to ask if I could come early and it turned out that I could move my schedule around. Now what I’ve heard is that you’re not just majoring in engineering and materials science, but you’re also a programmer.
“Our lab modified a psi helmet to contact the birthing chamber platform but your people couldn’t get theirs to work. I checked over the circuitry. From what I can tell, it’s a match to ours. I’m hoping that you can modify the software until it works.”
I looked over at Victor. He seemed to be smiling.
“Sure,” I said, “but I’ve got another question. What happened to your helmet? I mean, I’m all for having a backup, but if you’ve got a working one, couldn’t we use that? It might even help troubleshoot what’s wrong with the new one.”
Her mouth twisted. “I wish we could use our old one. When the government took the artifact, their people didn’t secure the helmet well enough and it dropped when they were moving it all into storage. Higher Ground has ours. It’s shattered beyond repair.”
“Oh.” I thought about that. “Do you have your original code for the helmet’s software?”
She paused, frowning. “I didn’t write it. Before now, I didn’t have much to do with the new investigation into the artifact, but what I understand is that the government gave them our finished code.”
“Right,” Victor walked up and stood next to Dr. Griffin as did Stephanie. At the same time, I noticed that the rest of the group was beginning to wander off to their own work areas.
Victor looked between the four of us. “I think we’re going to have to do a little bit of knowledge transfer before Nick can get started. Dr. Griffin, if you could answer any questions he has about how the helmet design and what your additions allowed it to do.”
“I…” She looked over at Victor. “I’ll try to do anything I can to help him. Do you have anywhere private that we can talk?”
Victor nodded. “We’ve got offices on the far wall. Stephanie can show them to you. She’ll need to go with you anyway. She’s one of the people who wrote code for the new version of the helmet. She understands the new code and hardware better than anyone else that’s still here.”
With that, Stephanie led the two of us across the lab, passing teams, file cabinets, enclosed areas, some of which I still couldn’t identify.
Less than a minute later, we sat in a small conference room on the same wall as Ryan McCall’s office. I wondered if he was in it or if I’d have any chance to bug it.
In any case, saying that the conference room was small didn’t quite do justice to it. It had four chairs, but only enough space to fit three at the table with pulling the table away from the wall. Even then, it would only have been comfortable if only two people at most attempted to put stuff on the table.
Stephanie’s laptop seemed to take up most of it.
Dr. Griffin sat down at the table and Stephanie and I joined her. Stephanie had plans for the helmet on her laptop—both Dr. Griffin’s original plans and Higher Ground’s modifications.
The next two hours involved learning that telepathy was complicated and machines that enabled it were also complicated. That wasn’t a surprise, but sheer amount of detail meant that I had to take notes. To hear Dr. Griffin explain it, telepathy was a case of applied quantum mechanics. They still weren’t sure how information transferred, but they could set up the conditions for it to take place and had a system to interpret what arrived.
Near the end, it all began to make sense—enough sense that the implant began giving me access to similar designs and documents describing the general flow of telepathic connections. Dr. Griffin’s device and Stephanie’s version of the software imitated how telepaths connected without fully understanding it. The implant had a big picture version of a civilization’s successful understanding and implementation of the technology.
I might not know every detail of how I’d put it together, but I suspected I might be the only person on the planet who understood how this worked.
Then it struck me—I could stall progress on it for a long time, maybe permanently. All I had to do was get it almost, but not quite right. We might be able to avoid the True if no one could get access to the telepathic controls. If they had to work with the physical controls, they might be limited to what’s in the birthing chamber’s library.
The more I thought about it, the more I suspected I couldn’t make that decision alone.
“Nick?” Stephanie tapped the table. “Are you listening?”
“Yes. I mean, I missed what you just said, but I’ve been listening to everything else.”
Super genius plus alien technology. What could go wrong? In other (not so) news, I’m loving where this is going. As usual, no idea where it’ll end up, but it’s only more enjoyable when the possibilities are as far as imagination can take a person. Keep it up, Jim!
Thanks. It’s always good know know when things are working for people and when they aren’t. That’s one of the nice things about writing online–feedback.
my theory is still that nick is literally a super genius… hence why the power tester stuff was faintly colored all those years ago.
Not a bad supposition and it does seem that way. But since the space adventure I think the three chemicals test is a watered down or more primitive version of the test the space humans use to determine legacy. And how Nick shows up as having some of Lee’s people’s DNA mixed in being why they chose not to get a sample from him. Because he was a super wildcard genetically.
And with Kee thinking he seems like one of their young. Like he might grow into more power eventually. If he was encouraged for it. But the destroy faction seems to be snuffing even their own species.
Imagine what it would be like if Nick was not warned about the Nine or the True. He would just be unlocking this stuff left and right because he knows how. And that is before the implant gives him ideas.
I probably should have done the “vote for Legion of Nothing at Top Web Fiction” thing.
http://topwebfiction.com/vote.php?for=the-legion-of-nothing
Back in the top 10, nice! This saga definitely deserves it.