To Preserve Humanity - 2 E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

In expectation of Invasion, a select few were chose, put aboard an Ark and sent into uncharted regions of space.  

Many are kept in what is called Long Sleep or Suspended Animation, some are awake, going day to day, reliving their past, with little hope for a future.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

To Preserve Humanity - 2

Part II

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The Noah Project

THE NOAH PROJECT

Lois RathchiveArchivistAboard the ML-909 (Florentine)Classified Location.

In 2360 The Noah Project was fed into Earth's Central Computer. Cen Com was Cyber God; omnipotent, all knowing, controlling our lives in a manner we considered beneficial.

Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't, but we had created a society so complex only a computer could keep track of all the bits.  Cen Com held our births, deaths, current occupations, addresses and the all important credit balance.

I suppose the first time the Noah Project was activated it took time to sift the information and I assume organic life forms were required to tweak it, to calculate what traits were important, how to stack facts of each living being and rate them.

I knew some of the protocols.

Those under fifteen were not rated nor were those over seventy.

Heterosexuals capable of reproduction were given points, females an extra point. Those incapable of reproduction had points subtracted.

The purpose of the Noah Project was to select the best and brightest of the human race, remove them from Earth to unexplored sectors, just in case...

The Noah Project ran every twenty four hours. It took a few seconds to delete those who had died or whose qualifications were surpassed by another.

The existence of the Noah Project was held by very few people, it might have been the greatest secret in our society, for it would have caused unsuppressable riots if people learned how selections were made and for what purpose.

There were 100,000 people selected each day.

On the day in question, I was one of the chosen.

The procedure for 'extraction' from Earth, as if was named, was that two Space Intelligence officers located a selectee and requested they accompany. The selected was taken to a shuttle, assigned a seat.

When the shuttle full, it travelled to what we had considered space junk, large 'canisters' which orbited the Earth. No longer an observation post or an auxiliary sleeping quarters for Station workers; no longer a piece of space garbage nor an extra warehouse, but an Ark.

An Ark where those selected would be assigned a cell and ordered to enter Suspended Animation.

Once an 'Ark' full, it broke orbit for regions unknown. A region where some 'when' a planet would be discovered and we were expected to recreate Earth.

We ran into the void, excreting 'eyes' every 2 AUs so the pilots left behind would be able to send us reports of what was happening back 'home.'

The farther we went, the longer between reports and soon enough our pilots would be discovered or die or we would deplete our eyes.

My job is archivist. There are two others who take my post when I sleep and when a 'year' expires, I will go back into S.A. for three years.

I, and those who fill this horrible position, are the first to learn unpleasant facts, required to note them and share them with those currently awake.

Not a prized position by any means.

The Meaning

 THE MEANING

MDZINGA CHIKEABOARD THE FLORENTINECLASSIFIED LOCATION

I knew why I was chosen to be preserved aboard the Ark. I was the recipient of more Olympic Gold Medals than any previously, a sculptor, a member of the United Nations Secretariat and spoke five languages.

For me, space travel was the hardest. I laboured double time to maintain my physique. I wore weights on my legs and arms, around my waist, occasionally on my back to keep myself in optimum condition.

I was not barred from sexual connection with the females, but felt no inclination. The medics did not consider this a problem as many persons under the trauma were impotent.

It was no impotence. It was the total lack of excitement. I felt no sexual desire. If I did not regain my appetites I see no useful purpose in continuing my existence and would request S.A. until a future time when there would be something to desire.

I wandered into the lounge area and encountered the gruesome Doctor Lewis. I would have retreated but he saw me.

"Come young athlete, I've gotten the machines to synthesize some whiskey."

"You know I am forbidden." I tell him.