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PostSubject: And the New Advance Begins: TimeSaga D1 (2 of 5)   August 13th 2017, 9:51 pm

And the New Advance Begins
TimeSaga:  The Source Story One

Chapter One

It did help that I had stock in RayWeight Technologies.  Considering all the rich people who had invested in the company, most considered it insider privilege that had gained me the few shares I had.  Rich people would however find themselves in need of money, so in need to sell off some of their assets.  Others that had invested early in RayWeight felt their money could be better spent on another emerging company.  I grabbed what shares I could when I could, and that gave me enough clout to gain access to the corporate meeting of RayWeight Technologies.

I had thought that I would be watching an almost empty conference room with most observing from a remote location.  I however noticed the warm words between those coming to the table and knew from experience that many were good friends.  I could say that I had met a number of the board members myself, and found it unsurprising that most entered the conference room simply to be seen with others they felt were at least equally important as themselves.

The basic matters of the company were quickly dealt with.  All acted as if they had read the reports, so hurried certain topics with the attitude of wanting to skip formalities.  There were a few issues mentioned with some company business actually discussed, but they also were quickly dealt with as if they had already worked out the matters in private and simply needed to go on record concerning certain policies.

I had my own reasons for watching the proceedings.  Dr. Beyoncé had spoken about something before returning to Earth.  I had laughed at the time, and hearing one of the authorities I did not know make the statement during the proceedings almost had me laugh again.

“We will ask for Queen Debra to return FER-RON to us.  As the prototype, it would not benefit our future to lose it.”

Dr. Beyoncé stayed true to her word, and simply replied, “That won’t happen.”

I had to say that she looked good.  While she spoke to me of feeling the pains of old age, the lady who had actually discovered the science that had changed our world still displayed health.  She did not have the wrinkles visible in a couple other ladies and a number of the men, although admitted her hair stayed brown because she treated it.  She did not appear to be bothered by extra pounds.  I had to say she looked ready for a fight, even if it would be with friends.

The man replied, “What?  The PASSIONs are being manufactured.  We can send her two to take the place of FER-RON.”

“FER-RON belongs to Queen Debra, and I doubt will sell her.”

I saw the eyes of some I knew look to the camera as if knowing I was watching as the man I did not know sounded slightly angry as he asked, “When did she gain the ownership of our prototype?”

“RayWeight Technologies never owned FER-RON.  It was my own personal project that created her.  Queen Debra’s fiancé, boyfriend, was the one who primarily worked to develop the robot.  Queen Debra’s fiancé, boyfriend, was the one who was killed by the robot.  Queen Debra’s programming made FER-RON into the safe and beneficial robot she has proven herself to be.  That same programming has been purchased from Queen Debra, who is now an employee of RayWeight Technologies, but FER-RON was given to Queen Debra by me as a token of my support of what the technology cost her and as a bonus due to my pride in what she accomplished.”

Another dignitary I did not know personally asked, “You mean that our prototype is owned by someone else?”

“I would not say that.  Queen Debra is an employee of RayWeight Technologies.  Because she has willingly put her and her robot to the test in advancing through the portals, our company can claim our robots to be a tested product.  Because she has willingly put her and her robot to the test in advancing through the portals, our company is one of the first to gain access to certain alien technologies in order to decide if we will develop certain products.  FER-RON is not owned by someone else, but by a member of our company.  There will come a day when she will probably seek a place to store FER-RON, but every day she feels that robot is useful is another day we can claim the dependability of those PASSIONs and DARLINGs that come off the assembly line.”

“Can we ask her?”

There was some laughter before Dr. Beyoncé replied, “You most certainly can, but I would not.  Let me say that she is paid enough that she could afford a PASSION or a DARLING.  She is also with my daughter, who can also afford one of our robots or even an android of the Straw Sapien Corporation.  Neither one has placed such an order.  I would recommend that those here do not let it out that just one of our robots, of either kind, will be enough to satisfy our customers.”

One of the female corporate dignitaries asked, “Dr. Beyoncé, have you made an order for a PASSION or DARLING?”

“I will only answer that if the rest of those present will answer the question.”

“I only ask because this is all your technology, after all.”

“It might be my ideas, but not my technology.  The robots are from my concepts, and I do own some of the patents on their internal parts.  The actual technology however came from other sources that I merely funded.  The programming is far superior to anything I ever could have conceived.  The dedication to assuring a most excellent final product is not something I can claim.”

One person I knew on a personal level said, “You are again speaking about Queen Debra.”

“She is definitely one of those I consider a blessing to our company.”

I heard my phone ring as the person said, “Then I feel she should be invited to these meetings as well.”  I heard over my system as well as on my phone the person say, “Queen Debra, do you know that you own FER-RON?”

After muting the sound on my system, I said, “Clyde, I remember Dr. Beyoncé telling me before making the deal creating FER-RON Industries that she knew where I would be taking FER-RON and what I would be doing with her, so wanted it known that if I break her that I would be breaking my own robot.”

“And have you broken FER-RON?”

“I take no pride in what I have done with FER-RON.  What I brag about, what RayWeight Technologies should brag about, is that the korlocks, the okagaki, the verakiy, and alien planets have not broken FER-RON.”

I watched the monitor to see a number of positive reactions to my statement even as Clyde asked, “Queen Debra, are you going to purchase a PASSION or DARLING?”

“I just lost almost my entire team supporting my actions with FER-RON.  When I sought replacements, I was told that there will be new personnel coming along with a number of PASSIONs along with a few DARLINGs.  I feel that what I will be evaluating is not the continued operation of FER-RON, but the qualities of these people I might have to trust to handle the maintenance of FER-RON.  If the personnel, much less the operation of the PASSIONs and DARLINGs, do not meet with my approval, you will know about it.”

One of the female dignitaries other than Dr. Beyoncé said, “Queen Debra, I believe that you still retain the Chattanooga series we gained from the Straw Sapien Corporation.”

While Clyde Fellington had set his phone down to act as a speaker, I had barely heard that, so turned up the sound on my system as I replied, “It was not recalled.  You can request it and I will have it sent where you desire.  At the moment I am using it to design any code for a proposed sexbot.”

“Do you feel that is necessary?”

“From what rumors I hear, yes, I do.  What we warned the Straw Sapien Corporation about is coming true.  What they are creating are real people with real rights, and the attachment with other real people is causing problems in our courts.  Having a robot, a real machine, fill that role will avoid most issues.  I actually set time to watch your meeting in order to see if you would discuss a timetable for a sexbot.”

A dignitary I knew well, Ted Chemill, said, “We have just gotten the production line for the PASSIONs and DARLINGs up and running.  We also have not come with a name for any sexbot.”

“The code should be ready when you do.”

The lady that had spoken previously asked, “Queen Debra, are you heading to other planets?”

“Yes.  We were given a mission by one of the remnant intelligences of the Nerisus Federation.  This mission agrees with our own need to cancel a certain transforming signal.  Right now I am on Lechinell working with those attempting to decipher the overwhelming amount of data we have gained.  While many here are speaking of years, if not lifetimes, of deciphering, I know that we cannot wait.  Until certain things are done, the human race and others in the universe are at risk.  Once certain things are figured out, I will be moving on.”

“Hopefully with others.”

Feeling that some in the room would not know certain details, I tried to give a full answer.  “Mary is with me along with Roy B2 and Perry.  I suspect my brother will continue to shadow me with a squad of military personnel.  Chu is with me to help train the others sent to assure proper maintenance of FER-RON and the other robots.  With him dating a lady with the Japanese Army who had herself assigned to Clyde’s squad, it is possible Chu will be pulled to handle assignments.  I expect Lenny to continue to follow me, but those you are sending will probably stay busy with the robots being sent.”

A number of voices spoke their agreement when Clyde said, “Keep us posted, Queen Debra.”

The phone call was terminated, but that just had me turn back up the sound on my system.  The conference had gone back to following their outline of company matters, but I had nothing else that I wanted to watch.  As I thought about what I might do while listening to the company dignitaries speak, I turned hearing my door open.

The one that entered appeared as a girl who was about to start the transformation into a woman.  That would however never happen with her.  However real she appeared, the pink hair was a clue that her composition was not entirely regular tissue.  Her bones were metal and a multitude of devices were incorporated into her form.  Since mechanical parts would not grow, the girl would never become a woman.

Mary said, “I was expecting them to acknowledge that they are seriously at work on a design for a sexbot.”

I replied, “They won’t do that until the legal problems with the Straw Sapien Corporation are handled.  While a robot will avoid almost all legal problems, no one at RayWeight actually wants the taint of producing a sexbot, however financially rewarding it might be.  I am writing my code as an expansion of that for the DARLINGs, as any sexbot at present will be just a quiet special accessory for that series.”

We probably would have continued speaking to each other, but Mary let me know that she had picked up a signal that she knew would interest me.  “Your brother is attempting to covertly speak to you.”

My phone rang.  It was not the tone for him however, but just the general signal of someone that had gained my number.  I probably would not have answered my phone, except that Mary had let me know who was on the other end.

As soon as I activated the connection, I heard my brother say, “Debra, prepare your group for action.  Just received something important.  My squad discovered it, but we need you to go after it.  Go about your usual routine tomorrow, but expect someone to offer to buy you an early lunch.”

The call terminated, so I looked to the one who usually could tell you a lot about what was actually happening in the world.  Mary closed her eyes, so I felt she was doing what she could to isolate certain covert transmissions.  Being on the planet, she could access almost every signal, and I trusted her training to discover what was happening that actually would involve us.

She finally said, “His squad is actually returning from a moon of a planet further out.  Why they went there I cannot say, and they are not speaking of having found anything.  We are just going to have to wait to be told.”

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PostSubject: Chapter Two   August 18th 2017, 1:50 pm

And the New Advance Begins
TimeSaga: The Source Story One

Chapter Two

I found it strange how many people thought my title of queen was one of nobility and not just a job designation. The man who Dr. Beyoncé chose to direct the building of her robot spoke of me as the programmer from the beginning, although also admitted that we had a long relationship with each other. At first it was just a proposal, but as I proved myself through my education Dr. Beyoncé came to accept that I could be everything Jimmy hoped I would become. When I finally started to work on FER-RON, everyone knew our relationship would be closer than just co-workers. We became to be called the king and queen of the FER-RON project. While the robot happened to kill her creator, as the queen of the project I took over to assure that the dream of the king would become a reality. In taking charge of building the robot, the title of nobility was never taken from me.

Mankind was not into space due to our own technology. We did have some amazing futuristic claims, one of which was the robot technology I had helped to develop, but we moved through space in the old method. We however jumped between worlds with a science we did not understand. We had come to learn that the aliens who developed the technology had made contact with our world, and probably intended to incorporate us into their federation, but then did something tragic to themselves that effectively removed them from the universe.

What the Nerisus Federation had done to themselves could hurt us as well, and one task for my robot had been to remove the special speakers before anyone advanced into a new location. Up to now we were at the mercy of wherever the portals took us. Even our technology to mimic the portals needed them to give us coordinates, as what we did could not be safely manipulated by us. We had finally gained a location where answers could be gained, and had stopped to learn what we could of the long dead Nerisus Federation.

A crowd had gathered at the portal. Considering I was to meet someone, I wondered who had their cover blown. A news reporter came to me for an interview and had me remember that the robots built from the designs of FER-RON were to be arriving. While speaking to the man in front of a camera, many others realized that the long-haired beauty with me was the actual prototype for the coming robots. Finding out that FER-RON could respond to most of their questions and statements, I found the crowd to hang around until the new robots finally walked through the portal.

The PASSIONs, Protect And Serve Single Interacting Offensive Neighbor, appeared stockier than FER-RON and with smaller breasts. They had white hair probably just as long since the length was determined by the range of signals the strands were to catch, although done up beneath protective helmets. They appeared as serious ladies one would not want to mess with. The DARLINGs, Domestic Approved Robot Living and Interacting Nicely with Guests, were almost a duplicate of FER-RON except with various colors of hair. Knowing some of the comments people made about my robot, I looked at the DARLINGs accepting that my code for sexbots would become used.

As they were introduced by a spokesman for RayWeight Technologies, I heard a voice I recognize ask, “Queen Debra, would you mind if we go get lunch now?”

I looked to see Linda Palmer, who had been the female mechanic to work with me in the final phases of FER-RON’s construction. She had a cute body a little shorter than me. She could drop her dark locks and wear makeup that would have men turning their heads, but would bundle her hair beneath a hat and put on dark colors to give her a gritty appearance when not interested in being bothered. Even when working with me she had been interested in weaponry, and was responsible for the device I used in combating korlocks. As my robot and the PASSIONs did use deadly force, Linda had been taken from me to handle the design and construction of serious firepower. Accepting that she could have gained permission to travel with the PASSIONs in order to train certain people in what the robots were capable of, I wondered what other orders she had as I directed her to a café.

As she marveled at how some people had taken advantage of what was probably once an eating place for aliens, she snuck in a question, “Queen Debra, how long before you believe you will be sent to another planet?”

I replied, “While we probably will need to go throughout the system known by the Nerisus Federation, the hope is that we can learn how to track down the transforming signal and get it destroyed. We need to do that.’

“What if I told you that will not happen?”

I repeated, “We need to do that.”

“Queen Debra, the human race has come a long way in a very short period of time. Many are calling for us to not only slow down, but stop. They are going to use what we have gained here on Lechinell to shut down our advance.”

“And how are they going to do that? Are they able to shut down the Irani? Those people are determined to find them a world they can claim completely for Allah. How about all the other Flags of Freedom ships out there? Are they able to stop the technology we have? Someone is going to figure out how to calibrate how our instruments work, and then the universe becomes open to them. There is also the threat of the korlocks.”

As we sat down with some hamburgers, she slid what I thought was her purse over to me. “Ted Chemill told me to give this to you. I probably could have looked inside, but I agreed with him that you would not hold back telling me what it is. I know one thing that is in there, as I gave it to him to put in there before he sealed it and handed the package to me.”

I recognized the thumbprint scanner, and as the locked released I asked, “I cannot and should not just blunder ahead, Linda.”

“Your place is fine, but if you know of a safer place to look the information over.”

“Linda, I don’t think you or Ted understands the lack of security we have around here.” I set out my phone on speaker, activated a number, then asked, “Mary, what type of information is contained in the box I have with me?”

From the speaker came the voice of the girl saying, “Someone thinks they have figured out the secret of the Nerisus Federation. They believe they know about the source of the transforming signal. What you actually have, Debra, is a plan on where we need to go to find some information. It will probably take you to determine whether the conclusions are valid, but from what I can correlate there is some credibility to the proposal.”

Linda said, “I was instructed to work this plan with you, Queen Debra. They believe there will be some special weapons used to protect it, and I am the expert in that field.”

Mary exclaimed, “Number One! Debra, this data was gained by Annapolis series number one. She has a note telling me that she is all right. They are taking care of her.”

I asked, “Does that mean I go to your place to study this information?”

“My place? Debra, we live – yes, come on over to my place.”

I looked to Linda to say, “We do not live in the same apartment, but simply across the hallway from each other. Do you want to see some alien furniture?”

Only one set of aliens that had been a part of the Nerisus Federation had a physique similar to the human body, and they would not have been able to disguise themselves as humans. When we came across alien furniture, it was strangely shaped with us unable to determine how it was used. What we saw of the monsters the aliens had become gave us few clues about how their physical bodies moved, slept, or did other things. Most of us humans discarded the furniture. Mary however had a small body that enjoyed squirming on an oddly shaped item, so had kept the furniture she found in her apartment. Mary showed Linda what the aliens left behind while explaining what we had learned of how it was once used. As our guest sought to test her human form on the furniture, I looked over the files Ted had sent to me.

I paused in my work to ask, “Mary, have you been going over this information?”

She turned in one of the oddest pieces of furniture, one I knew she really liked, to look at me as she replied, “I get too much constant new information to really devote myself to anything, Debra. If you want me to check on something, I can manage that.”

“You’ll know what I am doing, Mary. If something comes to mind, let me know.”

It helped that I had been with mankind as they advanced through the portals. While Mary kept her alien furniture, I discarded mine simply glad to finally know some things of the odd shapes. The architecture no longer seemed strange. Some of the language I actually understood. I read the report able to follow what the writer presented as evidence, and with the ability to check his facts against my memory of what was found through the portals as well other more dependable databases.

As I knew, Mary could not help but follow my reading of the report, and I smiled hearing her say, “We checked over Mission pretty well. I cannot believe that we missed that.”

I replied, “We checked over the outside. My team was shown the city when we arrived, but that was just a drive through the streets. Remember, we gained credit for certain discoveries because Chu tore through the floor to route some cables. No one up to then had wanted to destroy anything. Even the architects were simply doing drawings. I can well believe that we missed something like this.”

Linda said, “Yes. There were people wanting to reprimand us for what we did, but we had lights and hot water while they did not.”

I closed my computer while saying, “Let’s go check this out.”

Linda asked me, “Can we?”

“Come on, Linda. Things have not changed that much. Mary and I gained this building without anyone caring. On Mission there was just the one city, here there are cities all over this planet. Developed property is far from being claimed by anyone.”

“Oh, shouldn’t the team from RayWeight be coming here?”

“No. This building is for Mary and me. Chu is here, but that is only because FER-RON and her equipment is here. He is right now with the RayWeight people in the building for RayWeight, but everyone knew that Mary and I were rich enough to afford any future property taxes.”

Mary commented, “And I got to keep the furniture this way.”

I knew a couple more men who lived in the building, but instead of moving down floors I simply activated my phone and said, “Prepare yourselves for possible trouble, then come to Mary’s room.”

Roy asked, “Trouble?”

“We’ll be preparing ourselves, then heading down to move through the city. Would rather explain in person.”

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