Sector#7 & of Men and Ares

By Armin Boko

Hey Ares

vampire blood thirsty
Lord of War
stay clear of these shores
when is enough enough
you dont seem to know.
On second thought
better still, sod off and
never come back on Earth
at all, -ere you do,
come clean, where only
laid are the bones of
our slain young men?

It is an uncompromising stand against rampant militarisam that
seems of late to have gone on a record expenditure in re-armement
of already bloated arsenals that can destroy civilisation ten times over.

Why? The idea of first strike advantage (FSA) is the leitmotive here.
Catch the other side first with their pants down, as long as we 'win'
who cares about collateral damage.

The probability of this ending up badly is rated even at present by
military insiders at double figures, and the fact it's being openly discussed is bad enough. The real consequences? Try the book and you may get an idea.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468578485

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SECTOR#7 & of MEN and ARES

Armin Boko

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/17/2012

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Contents

Foreword

Born To Rule

The Obelisk

The Submarine Cochise/1

Sector#7/2

Submarine Cochise/2

MarsExplorer /2

Submarine Cochise/3

The Algoritham/1

Gulliver And His Midgets

Sector# 2/1

The Algoritham/2

Sector#7/4

Sector#4/1

Sector#3/1

Sector#5/1

Sector#2/2

Sector#6/1

Mars Explorers/3

Sector#6/2

Sector#7/5

Mars Explorers/4

Sector#3/2

Sector #7/6

Sector#6/3

Sector#7/7

Mars Explorer/5

Sector#7/8

Submarine Cochise/4

Sector#5/2

More Findings On Mars

Sector#3/3

Sector#2 /3

Sector#4/2

Sector#3/4

Sector#6/4

Submarine Cochise/5

USNS NEVADA/1

Station Hawaii

USNS NEVADA/2

The Return

The End

About the Author

Foreword

The five star generals for whom loss of you and me and half a planet is but a collateral damage, as long as they claim victory finaly manage to pull it off. Men in shiny starched uniforms and chests full of shiny medals, if worthy of the description, for whom the only Gospel is acquisition of the latest anti-anti-anti-missile shield etc, cost what may.

Following mysterious malfunctioning of spy satellites activity covertly engaged by all big powers of the day, and threatening seriously to make the generals’ idea of being in position to launch a first strike before the other side is up to it, a case of collective lunacy, before long all military planners world wide want to talk is FSA, for first strike advantage. The lunatics go for the A button, all out atomic warfare is unleashed, and nobody is caught by surprise. Full retribution all around ensures the Earth ends up a ball of fire and radioactive dump for centuries to come. The atmosphere is damaged, beyond repair, polar ice caps melt away, most population is killed in first strike, them the lucky ones.

For remainder exposed to radiation, species extinction almost certain. All this re-enforced by recent findings from Research Lab Station III on Mars North Pole. Staggering discoveries indicate some 50 thousand years ago Mars suffered a similar fate. A planet destroyed by atomic warfare. To the crew it comes as a shock to discover the Homo sapiens is not the sole intelligent life in the Universe. Just one of many, and nowhere near the top of the tree. We it turns out are just another mammalian kind, harvested over centuries to slave away in Sutrian and Morq underground mine camps.

Scientist who correctly fore-saw what was going to happen, powerless to act against the Masters get together in clandestine meetings away from their watch dogs and organize so called SECTORS, i.e. underground shelters cum atomic bunkers. With logistics and energy needs met, plans are to have future generation X re-emerge and re-colonise the devastated Earth. Estimated time about three centuries. Life RaftEarth is the name given to the project. A grand idea that unravels for reasons explained. Survival plans initiated by various governments fail, all ordered to stay incommunicado.

Here and there left is a spent atomically powered submarine without a destination or another mission, or another harbor to call home port. It is the end of life as we know it, and a cruelly slow decay for the ‘lucky’ survivors. SECTOR#7 is one civilian led outpost to survive the longest. With its degeneration last hope of LifeRaftEarth project also vanishes.

Sector#7/1

Born To Rule

Senator Malagrida the VI was in no mood for subtle niceties exchange. What he had to report following the latest radio exchange was disturbing in the extreme. As if deteriorating atmospheric conditions weren’t enough, SECTOR#4, the Russian underground SECTOR failed to come on line as determined by the pre-agreed Algorithm. Combined with bad static and never before experienced interference, it was in itself news of a most alarming nature. It was up to him to deliver the bad news. But this he could not do. For start, being secretive by nature, and obsessed by power, just like his Jesuit namesake of the late Middle Age who was of the opinion the only good peasant was an ignorant one, he decided to keep it all secret. Then his statue alone, standing over two meters tall combined with imposing oratory skill. He conveyed to all the impression of one born to rule no matter what.

His colleague senators all in black robes and wanting to hear what the Caesar dressed in white had to say stood motionless fearing the worst, then feeling cheated once again, and united in anger determined to act.

Into 123rd year AA (after Armageddon), friction amongst the survivors bound underground began to threaten the peace. One could spot small groups of think-alike plotting to undermine Caesar’s authority. Here the bad news From SECTOR#4 wasn’t going to help even if kept quiet. What misfortune befell them, one could only guess, and that was the worst. What or more likely who was interfering with the transmission? Until then the Algorithm was perceived as infallible. Never once was the brief transmission repeated at the same time and never once were the frequency skips identical, in all, a ‘full proof’ scheme. Now this, like a bolt out of a blue sky.

Their organization was modeled on that of the old Rome at its peak. Roman symbols and names were in vogue and preferred to the computer derived ones. For start, all of them came from in vitro fertilization and incubators. Sperm donors, some Nobel Price winners and top athletes of the pre AA era. Egg donors restricted by exposure to radiation excluded the current female population, and had to be similarly relied upon past generation donors, stocks about to run out. Sperm exposed to radiation became either infertile, or damaged DNA causing malformed embryos for most part.

Children of the long deceased were at birth given the code names, e.g. NP2-21-feOD46. One could glean from this the sperm donor was once a Nobel Price winner and the egg donor an Opera diva. But no more. Clearly none would be called by that, upon reaching 3rd year and beginning of schooling they would be given Latin names of old Rome. Upon reaching puberty this was once more open to free choice ideas if so desired. Without parental cords to bind, these children grew into adulthood as all orphans do, finding their own way, and often resulting in most unpredictable outcomes. Confined in their underground world, short of nothing except open space and free sky, all thanks to the pinnacle of technology and goods the expired world produced then bestowed upon their privileged few, their one hope was in perseverance of the human race for long enough, so one day in not too distant future it would hopefully be safe enough for Man to return and re-colonies the empty destroyed planet.

All this looked increasingly under radioactive threat.

Sadly, that return day soon looked further and further into the future. Half lives of Plutonium, Cesium90 and enriched Radon made sure of that. Heavy Radon would unlike helium another noble gas, cling low in the atmosphere for thousands of years more. Rains that fell became radioactive as well; moreover, radioactive emissions after a century were still over 300 rems, considered as maximum to be tolerated by any mammal in prolonged exposure. This despite the reassurances given by those who ‘knew’ all radioactivity caused by the unleashed atomic warfare would be almost fully decayed within a month. For starters it was claimed alone within the first week 90% would decay. Ha!

And it wasn’t just the residual longer half life isotopes causing concern. A lot worse was to come. The atmospheric chemistry of old was gone. Even the best of the analytical GC-MS chemists had no answers. They observed high concentrations compared to previous ultra trace levels in the analysis of dioxins and polyaromatic hydrocarbons known as PAHs. In addition, the air sample analytes produced in their mass spectrographs data that failed to find any match even at 10% probability of any compounds known on Earth and recorded in their all encompassing Mass Spestra (MS) libraries previously.

The chemical soup post AA released from the atomic plasma compounds none had ever as much as considered before. Amongst others, heterocyclic nitrogen-silicon compounds none ever knew existed before, much less had the slightest idea as to what they could do or undo, except fear for the worst. PAH and dioxins alone are carcinogens of first order.

To complete the hat trick of disasters, and not helping in the least, was the increasing rate of the observed magnetic poles shift. Wether massive nuclear explosions triggered off the shift was by now of academic interest. These shifts known to have occurred in the past eons at least twice and each time followed with unprecedented upheavals, violent continental shifts and ocean dislocations. Measurements told of a magnetic North Pole shift at over 30 minutes per annum and increasing. Innards of the Earth molten iron and nickel for most part obviously took a radically different circulation path. There was no good news to be had.

It was in this hostile environment Malagrida had to face the prosecution.

Senators gathered around Malagrida Caesar. But for Joan d’Arc the VI Science Head and Malagrida’s lover, there was the unmistakable sign of common purpose. The youngest one hence to be called Brutus issued Malagrida Caesar no more the marching orders. His white robe symbol of power was stripped, and he was to be expelled from SECTOR#7 the very same day. The expulsion itself was a silent procedure, consisting of one being forced through a number of one-way air lock gates, together with terminally ill, and unwanted garbage of every description. Opening and hermetically closing gates in succession, to prevent bends, until the last one behind, the banished victim was back in the destroyed old world, known to be radioactive, heavily polluted, of rarified 0.8 Bar atmospheric pressure, oxygen deficient and inhabited by a few scattered remnants of doomed and disfigured survivors.

None had ever made it back into any of the SECTORS, and none was wanted back. It was a one day trip into unknown. Malagrida in line with his stature was given a laser gun with two cartridges, enough clothing to cover up and food and water to last a week. How he was going for even a short length of time to survive was up to his wits. Finding any protective shelter seemed out of the question right from the start.

Not only this, the previously modeled nuclear winter never arrived. Instead rarified atmosphere allowed all that radioactive soot and debris that was to block out the sunlight to gently settle on the ground. After all, in vacuum feathers sink just as fast as a lead sinker. Cesium137 alone was present in the food chain of all types contaminating it from top to bottom. Nothing was safe to eat, that is provided one was able and lucky to snatch something that looked like food in the first place.

Malagrida knew all this; his expulsion was in fact a form of delayed death sentence. Offset against this there is a gene that supports irrationality, resistance and pride. A will to go on no matter what. That as much as anything else makes us what we are unique and so different from the rest of the animal world. And Malagrida had hurt pride to augment all this.

* * *

Mars Explorer/1

The Obelisk

Busy for months on the Mars’ North Pole looking primarily for a source of ice and thus potable water, the Space-shuttle crew stumbled on a magnetic and gravity anomaly. On the surface nothing could be observed to indicate an anomaly. Captain Hank Longyear was in two minds. To investigate this any further would require energy deficit he could ill afford. He was beset with technical problems and deep cold as it was, without making it any worse. On the other side of the equation, this was unique and most certainly called for further excavation. Days later after topping up solar batteries and repeating the same measurements deeper down, results were even more startling. Before long a strange obelisk, obviously an artificial if not ‘man’ made object came to light. Closer examination revealed a magnificent and geometrically uniform smooth structure. The Brinell hardness reading was off the scale and the inferred specific gravity of the metal like smooth obelisk read over forty.

Impossible! Space vehicle Captain Hank Longyear exclaimed to his deputy TO scientist Valery Gromov. This was a part of a multinational effort in space exploration."

Well then, try it for yourself! The TO returned the compliment, with Mishio Tanaka the Nuclear Physicist cum Medical Officer passively listening in.

Unhappy with this, Capt. Hank Longyear ordered his TO to obtain a small sample of the object for chemical analysis. This TO tried using a diamond tipped drill bit, the hardest substance known to man. It didn’t as much as leave a scratch behind. The crew just silently looked at each other. All this combined with