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The year is 2205. The great pandemic and climate crisis generated social divisions creating a new human post-biological species when a mining incident was manipulated to create the conditions of a new evolutionary social brink. This book is the first in a series about one potential path humanity ...

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…continuation<br /> <br /> Neuhaus’s law: Where orthodoxy is optional, orthodoxy will sooner or later be proscribed.<br /> <br /> “Alex, call Ben.” Ben is the liaison between GAMSA and my research team.<br /> “Hey.”<br /> “I’m about fifty minutes away.”<br /> “Ok. I’ll introduce you to Colonel Stark.”<br /> “Is his name Tony?”<br /> “What? <br /> “You don’t get it. Do you? As George Carlin said, ‘If it requires a uniform, it’s a worthless endeavor.”<br /> “Please don’t. The Colonel is not Tony Stark, but has the Iron Man’s tools at his disposal.”<br /> “I knew it. How’s Sherley?”<br /> “He’s fine. We’re not in a touching relationship anymore. He went back to his apartment in sector Lima of the Ring.”<br /> “Told ya! Humans are needy.”<br /> “You know? Guess being an anthro-sociologist has made you a fucking expert. Tell Alex to notify me when you’re five minutes from arrival. See you later.”<br /> “Alex . . .”<br /> “Notification set.”<br /> “Also, darken my mask and play AI relaxation music until then—do-not-disturb mode.” AI music was music composed in real time for different moods, reading and reacting to the listener’s biometrics and considering their historical endocrine levels based on their reactions to different tones.<br /> We lived in a society where the concept of community had evolved into a simple way of solving problems with basic logical variables. Society was understood as a whole system that emphasized actual people’s needs and their delivery rather than the satisfaction of economic demands that were currently set as a pre-condition to addressing the needs of society through the extensive use of renewable energy, advanced technologies in all areas, and centralized control systems. This resulted in resource allocation based on optimal production to meet our needs. Due to some genetic post-biologic modifications based on social changes and scientific consensus, sexuality for procreation had practically disappeared—the remaining sexual organs were hormonal glands with nerve endings that generated feelings of pleasure with stimulation. <br /> It’s safe to say that we Sentients had female-like bodies with reduced breasts. Muscular growth could occur by request or exercise—also, still some peculiar signs of male offspring in persons. We suppressed the basic instinct of procreation, which had been replaced by governmental control of the population, but please don’t misunderstand this concept as being similar to the population control tactics of ancient societies from the 1900s. We had UCF natality control based on regional diversity and societal needs. All new UCF citizens were conceived in artificial wombs utilizing egg fertilization or parthenogenesis, a natural form of asexual reproduction in which the growth and development of embryos occur without fertilization by sperm. The embryos were nurtured by robotic “nannies.” Newborns were assigned to a nuclear group, or family, to be raised naturally by guardians who wanted to accept the responsibilities of caretaking and tutelage until the newborns matured, like the ancient parents. Usually, a nuclear group consisted of two or more guardians, but that could change depending on the number of embryos they were willing to procure. The entire process is voluntary, optional, and by choice. When more citizens were needed because of different global and regional situations, the central government issued invitations to create nuclear groups, with incentives and guidelines based on societal and regional requirements. <br /> Our socioeconomic status was based on our knowledge and community merits. As with the standard bodysuits, our food processors, health care, and all types of education were provided by the UCF government. Most of our way of life was based on the ideology of prevention; for example, we had adequate in-home food processing with nutritional nanotechnology that received our biometrics in real time to generate food based on our health, preferences, and activity requirements and also considered the activities of our social, work, and personal schedules.<br /> <br /> Ben was waiting for me at the drone pad. The GAMSA´s Johnson Space and Maritime Center was a mammoth facility at Point Nemo of Houston Lake (we called it a lake because of its low depth and low salinity, but in reality, it was a bay—almost a gulf—due to flooding resulting from the melting of the polar ice caps). The whole facility utilized hydrothermal technology for cooling and heating the buildings, an old technology that was the keystone to reversing the effects of climate change in conjunction with fusion power, which generated electricity using heat from nuclear fusion reactions. <br /> After landing, the doors opened with an automated notice. “Please leave the flotation device. Don’t forget any belongings. The service robots will retrieve your suitcase from the cargo area. Have a great day.” <br /> I stepped out, and Ben immediately started talking. Something had happened, and his face was unreadable.<br /> “Hey, Ben. Nice to see you too.”<br /> “Yes. The debris has accelerated and spread further because of secondary explosions. By the way, nice hair. I like the look.”<br /> I touched my short, red locks. “Shit. Thanks.”<br /> “Shit indeed. Follow me, quickly.”<br /> We were walking, almost running, through different corridors that looked very different from what I remembered. They were very plain and gray; this must have been a shortcut through the service network. Suddenly we were in a meeting room with several display screens mounted on the walls. Military and civilian personnel were sitting at the central table, having a disorganized discussion. <br /> “Hello again, everybody. Sorry for the interruption. This is Dr. Gabrielle Stan-Lee, anthropologist and sociologist from the UCF Inter-Species Research Center. I think we’re only missing Dr. Brown, who is on his way, but we have him on the holo-chair, so we’re ready to start.” <br /> “OK. Good morning. I’m Colonel Stark.” <br /> I couldn’t stop my giggle, and Ben looked at me like he was getting ready to kill me with Superman’s heat vision. <br /> The Colonel raised an eyebrow at us before continuing. “I’m leading the Olympus evacuation operation. As you may know, the Olympus is managed by the UCF, but we’re about to transfer complete control to the Union based on the recently signed Human Accords. So, it’s still our responsibility, but this is a collaborative effort.<br /> “Please play the informative holographic brief. As you can see, some areas of the Olympus facilities are old. Experts have concluded that they could sustain two or three impacts, but the debris caused by the Ceres mining facility accident has created hundreds if not thousands of different-sized objects traveling at breakneck speed. Based on our calculations, the moon will be in the debris path at an inconvenient moment. The Ring is perfectly capable of resisting those impacts and more, not to mention Earth with its natural atmospheric shield.<br /> “This should be a simple operation. As the Wikis cannot stand Earth’s or the Ring’s gravity, we will be extracting them from the most compromised areas, which comprise the majority of the facility, in transportation and cargo vessels that will remain in low orbit away from the debris path. The vessels are being provided by the UCF because the Union doesn’t have that kind of technology available. Humans and Sentients will be transferred to the Ring to shelter in designated areas. Once the debris hits and passes, the Wikis will be returned to the less compromised sites of the moon, converting them into temporary shelters while construction crews repair the affected areas. The timing and the number of people to be returned will depend on the generated damage and repair speed. There may be some unrepairable areas, but that scenario will lead to a medium-term construction and recovery plan that the new administration will absorb. Questions?”<br /> I raised my hand. <br /> “Yes, Dr. Stan-Lee.”<br /> “Elle, please.”<br /> “Continue, Dr. Stan-Lee.”<br /> “Thank you, Colonel Stark. The operation plan seems clear to me. What doesn’t seem clear is why I’m here. How can I help?”<br /> “Good question. As I already mentioned, Olympus management and control will be soon transferred to the Union. Operationally speaking, the Wikis are essential to the Humans in this case; they are completely adapted to living there and know every corner of the facility. Nonetheless, there has never been a good relationship between Wikis and Humans. The Humans consider them as an impure, disagreeable Human sub-species; therefore, Wikis consider Humans bullies. They don’t like each other, and you are an expert on this topic. As this operation is a combined effort between the UCF and the Union, the leader of the Wikis, Mr. Sheldon, has expressed concerns about the Union’s honesty regarding the improvement of the facilities and preservation of all the Wikis’ jobs. Long story short, with this situation coincidentally occurring semi-parallel with the management transition, we need you to monitor all the media, social media, and available public networks to detect any inconvenient preventable situations or public actions that may add more energy to the system in order to prevent an increase of social entropy that could disturb the whole operation. More questions?” <br /> “Yes. When is the operation starting? When we’re expecting the debris to fall?”<br /> “The operation has already started. You will be transferred to the Austin Spaceport for launching.”<br /> “Launching? What about the elevator? Nobody said anything about a rocket. Beeeen.”<br /> “Sorry, Dr. Stan-Lee. There is no time for the Space Elevator. We’re expecting the first debris particles in about seventeen days, and we need you up there to start monitoring.”<br /> “But I can start monitoring from here through my tablet and even my suit!”<br /> “I know. As informed, the operation control center will be at GAMSA’s Orbital Research Lab and Observatory in the Orbital Ring. Still, we need eyes and ears on the moon making real contact and first-hand observations, so you will be transferred to the moon one day after your arrival.” <br /> “First-hand observations? The moon? But—”<br /> “Thank you all. Mr. Grimm will take you all the way. Dismissed.”<br /> I glared at Ben. “Benjamin Grimm, come here. Do you know why I love my lab? Yes? Because I’m alone with minimal social interaction.”<br /> “That’s odd—an anthropologist and sociologist avoiding social contact? Follow me. The drone is ready, and the rocket is waiting for us at the Elon Musk Spaceport.”<br /> “You know I hate people and rockets. 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