Novel Ch. 01byTaunus©
This story is fiction. It is cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be inferred.
The year is 3030 AD; in the latter part of the third millennium the human race fractured into a thousand pieces. Asteroids and planetoids of the solar system were colonized. These heavenly bodies accelerated in all directions, leaving an overpopulated and stagnating earth. The colonists were seeking new beginnings in other worlds throughout the Milky Way Galaxy. This diaspora was accomplished in large part due to a remarkable energy and fuel source.
Turn the clock back to the late Twentieth Century. The "dumb blonde" is a stereotype. A truly disingenuous blonde woman may turn this into an advantage. Seated among scientists and technocrats, the "arm candy" bimbo actually deciphered the intricacies of the conversations on topics of advanced quantum physics. Although in her late teens, Sharon was able to grasp the fact that neither fission nor fusion could supply optimal energy. What was needed was the direct conversation of matter into energy. These highfalutin theories were discussed by physicists without regard to the presence of the observing escort.
In particular, the penultimate and quintessential energy source could be summed up in two words: "proton decay." These key words produce a plethora of paradigms when used in a search algorithm. There are extant theories from the second millennium replete with precise expressions as to the daughter particles from such an unlikely decay. However, the elegant theoretical formulas are not constructive: they do not indicate a mechanism for such a mass-to-energy transition.
Sharon observed that the driving mechanism behind nuclear weaponry is a phenomenon known as "mass excess." The core of Uranium was "enriched" to increase its mass excess and instability. The mass excesses of unstable isotopes are closely correlated to their instability and half-life. The mass deficit (AKA mass defect) is likewise closely correlated to an isotope's stability. But there are caveats! The first and foremost caveat is a simple statement from elementary statistics: "Correlation does not imply causality." The rich and elegant theories of modern physics attribute radioactive decay to a phenomenon known as the Weak Force. This is interesting but of little practical value.
There are theoretical physicists who claim that a given proton has a half-life of ten to the thirty-three years. This is a very long time compared with a human life time of six times ten years, or three-score years. Yet time has little relevance when discussing many fundamental physical particles. Most of the unstable isotopes have half-lives less than a few nanoseconds. One peculiar unstable particle is the neutron. It has a half-life of about eleven minutes. Accelerated to a relativistic velocity, its half-life can be extended. This begs a fundamental question: "If half-life can be extended, can there be a means to contract it also?"
The eggheads knew that the solar wind is rich in electrons (beta particles), protons, helium nuclei (alpha particles), and light (photons). The direct conversion of the photons into energy can drive a colonized asteroid at the same acceleration as earth's gravity as well as produce the electricity needed to sustain the pilgrim colonists in their deep space voyage. This is the key to interstellar travel.
Returning to the year 3030 AD, we find a "University Scholar" pouring over the biography of the discoverer of induced proton decay, the driving mechanism of space travel. What clever insight did she possess to conceive of the very mechanism behind proton decay! It is not at all obvious that the concepts of mass excess and mass defect can be extrapolated to the stable proton. What she observed, and what alluded the contemporary scientific minds, was the incorrect formulation of mass excess and mass defect. The fact that nuclear reaction kinematics were based on mass number and atomic number rather than a mathematical model explained certain discrepancies in the mass excess theory. This also opened a Pandora Box by explaining the proton mass defect. The proton mass defect is derived at the Big Bang from the transition of the proton's predecessor to the stable proton.
With a tested IQ of 154, the girl genius was able to envisage the original construct and it's evolution---emitting a definite quantum of energy and taking a particular geometric form---outside the narrow discipline of the academics. The cackling pedants and their tenured minions failed to approach a plausible sequence of events, however well-supported they were by formulas. Like many other students, this University Scholar was nonplussed by the reasoning employed to derive the paradigm. The reverse engineering was a different matter altogether. By pumping up the energy level of the proton an exact amount, its demise into a pulse of energy and a single positron occurred. This made proton decay possible. With this energy source available, intergalactic travel at a constant acceleration of 9.8 meters per second squared was both possible and sustainable. In fact, there was a surplus of energy available to maintain a high quality of life in the traveling asteroid.
The University Scholar has a name. He is commonly called "Bobby," a nickname for the more proper name "Robert." Having spent most of his waking hours studying in the computer grid, a welcome back to his quarters was in order. There he is greeted by his gynoid Sandi. One of the perquisites of being an academic is being the reciprocant of a gynoid to tend to food, cleaning, and other incidentals. The first thing Bobby notices when the door slides open for him is the aroma of meat loaf---his favorite.
"Thank you, Sandi," Bobby utters. Although Sandi isn't human, she has spanned the uncanny valley.
"You are welcome, Master," Sandi replies. She smiles and straightens her posture, pushing her supple breasts forward for his view and use.
"I know that those aren't real human flesh," Bobby comments, "but still your arousal is nothing short of remarkable. The moans and groans, the pheromones and the perspiration of arousal, and the wanton, lewd body motions all combine to draw me into coitus. No small wonder that only the officials and scholars are permitted gynoids. But who am I talking to?" Bobby closes the door behind himself and cups his hands under Sandi's perfectly proportioned mammary.
He gently kneads and caresses her teats while she purrs contently. "Master," she interjects, "Your supper will get cold. You know that I'm not going anywhere and never, ever will refuse your obscene and lecherous advances."
"Indeed," Bobby responds. "I am hungry---no ravished. Studying those ancient bios builds up an appetite."
"And what is Master studying today?" Sandi inquires.
"The historical personages behind the penultimate energy source, the proton decay," Bobby answers.
"Master, albeit I am a sentient computer program, there is a question that has concerned me for ages. We gynoids and androids are not supposed to delve into human philosophy, but could you spare me one quick question?" Sandi requests.
"Sure girl," Bobby replies, "ask!"
"Why would anyone be given an award or honor posthumously?" Sandi asks.
"I know that this sounds funny," Bobby answers, "but it's to assure them future recognition. For sure it does the recipient no good." Anyway, that's only my opinion. Maybe it goes to convince people that justice will eventually prevail.
"Thank you, Master," Sandi responds. Sandi wonders why it took over a century to give credit to the woman who discovered the means of inducing cold fission and proton decay. For sure posthumous credit awarded shortly after one's demise would be of interest to friends and family, but a century later? Gathering personal memorabilia or artifacts would prove difficult if not impossible.
"Would Master like a new treat?" Sandi asks. From the Interstellar Internet some new concoctions of sexual scents were described. These pheromones are atavistic animal attractors capable of inducing arousal and the irresistible desire to copulate. These gonadal chemical messengers enhance the male libido and prolong the male orgasm.
The space ship wherein Bobby and Sandi reside is an ferrous metal asteroid, a huge hunk of iron, housing all the facilities needed to sustain life. Messages are exchanged with other traveling colonies, with increasing time lag as they move ever further apart. The colony is deep within the asteroid, with kilometers of steel to contain the biosphere. The only real danger comes not from accidental impact but from another life form which might consider the space craft to be hostile.
Bobby is slow to respond, considering the question posed by his gynoid thrall. She, on the other hand, aggressively seizes Bobby and kisses him, forcing her chemical laden tongue into his mouth. Pheromones, some human and others, atavistic from prehistoric times, induce endorphins and hormones in Bobby, arousing his libido by stimulation of relevant parts of his parasympathetic nervous system and the limbic brain.
As Bobby breathes in the rush of excitation, Sandi begins unbuttoning his shirt. Her nimble fingers work at warp speed to undress him as well as herself. She showers his body with wet kisses as her lewd lips trail from his mouth to his penis, now erect at an acute angle to his caudal plane. His mighty member, never suffering from lack of use, throbs with each beat of his heart. The irregular veins in his cock pulsate as Sandi's vagina and pubococcygeal muscles undulate wantonly. Drops of precum drool from his lusty stone-hard member.
As her lips kiss and she licks away his precum, she begins to position herself for missionary sex. Bobby prefers the face-to-face position. Sandi has a blemish-free, flawless complexion. Her measurements are that of a barely legal girl of perfect proportions. She is 35B-25-35, an amalgam of three odd numbers. Bobby muses: "A perfect odd number." She is heavy by human standards, however. She weighs 185 pounds, having an internal power supply. This is still another factor in favor of the so-called missionary position.
It is clear to Bobby why only the administrators of the colony and the University Scholars are permitted androids or gynoids. The population must be maintained---there is only so much space to raise food and process the byproducts of life in a closed environment. The key to success is the boundless pool of energy available in interstellar space: the protons.