Direct neural feeds. So her computing environment was always available, driven by tiny eye movements and subvocalized commands. Was she really looking at me or was she filling out forms?
I shivered. Wearable computing was off-putting. Implants were worse. I nodded. It had struck me as arrogant, thinking you could predict the future. I knew that much. You adjusted to accelerating change your whole life, but your brain perceived that change as a straight line. Change is a curve with an ever-steepening slope. Change gets faster as it gets faster.
Why am I here? Tell me in short sentences. I whistled. That much coin would pay for four years tuition at a private university!
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Melissa could have taken the landing as an omen. Right from the start, things started going wrong. She reestablished that easily enough, but their orbital velocity had already taken them well past the optimum entry point so she had to thrust extra hard to compensate. And so on like that: little annoyances all the way down. Their target site was an open field near what looked to be a fairly sizeable city. It was walled like a medieval castle, with a sprawl of housing and industry around it that suggested the walls were more ornamental than necessary nowadays.
It was at the confluence of two rivers, and many roads spread out like spokes from the hub of a wheel, clear evidence that this was a center of commerce. It was one of only half a dozen cities on the planet that showed electric lights at night, indicating a level of civilization at least slightly elevated beyond the hundreds of other cities. As good a choice as any for first contact.
A puffy white cloud drifted right over their target just as she was making final approach. From inside the shuttle they just saw a bright blue flickering maelstrom through the viewscreen as the exhaust reflected off the myriad water droplets and ice crystals, but Melissa had seen enough torch landings to know what it looked like from below: A tiny spike of light entered the cloud, and the cloud exploded.
They punched out the bottom of what was left. She lowered the shuttle a meter at a time until she got a contact light on all three feet, then let the ship settle in. So much for impressing the natives. Sighing, she lifted the shuttle up, slid it a few meters sideways, and settled back down.
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This time it remained level. An outer port opened up and an arm extended the synthetic cell culture out into the air. Through a monitor stuck to the curving wall beside him, they watched the white petri dish for telltales, but it stayed white well past the one-minute safety mark. Melissa aimed a camera toward the walled city and directed its output to the main viewscreen. Figures were moving rapidly to and fro along the top of the wall, and along the streets she could see.
They had definitely stirred up the ant hill. Zoom in on the wall, she thought, using the inner voice she reserved for commands, and the camera complied. Now the figures took on shape: blunt brown cylinders with multiple arms and legs and smaller knobby appendages all along their bodies. Why do we never get the planet of Amazon temptresses? Maybe they will turn out to be beautiful butterflies, eh? It seemed pitifully little for establishing first contact with an entire alien race, but experience had proven that too much technology was generally intimidating.
All three looked like blurred, Bowdlerized nudes. Previous contact teams on dozens of other planets had learned that brightly colored clothing merely complicated the process of learning to communicate, and explaining the reasons for covering some parts of the body and not others led to uncomfortable discussion of taboos and inhibitions; concepts far too complicated for an initial conversation. It was simpler to just let the aliens assume they were seeing the landing party in their natural state.
The contact team had already suited up before leaving the mothership. Melissa felt the assurance in her mental link, too. A sense of rightness and readiness settled over her. She assumed the tinge of anticipation and anxiety was all her own, but who knew? Website design and development by Americaneagle.
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