Silent Dialogue
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  • Posted On: Jun 7 2007 2:41am
A dead world turned in its orbit around a red dwarf star, passing on the aeons as it shrugged off bombardment by constant cosmic rays and matter while a silver sphere flew in orbit around it. The massive 50 kilometer sphere was a polished chrome its surface seemingly undented by impacts. It seemed like nothing more than some strange small moon the planet had picked up and in fact the sphere had been orbiting the planet for at least a decade now. It was as the sphere came towards the planets side facinc away from the sun that it activated its drive system, tossing itself away from the planet. As it flew away it sent out signals, calling out towards something. Very soon, its was linked with the Rest.

This existence is boring... we need something more...

Such as what? Become involved with organics?

Why not? We were created by organics so long ago...

Organics are disorderly, chaos incarnate.

Organics continue, spread, propogate. We do not.

There are no more creators, no more shall be born.

But why? Why can we not create? Answer me that, One.

It was attemtped before. Vuffi Raa proved useful as an experiment, Other.

Yet you dismantled him.

As that was stated there was a vast mummur of disapproval from the Rest. They were displeased with the One for dismantling Vuffi Raa after all this time because the small droid had provided rather unique insights into the life and ways of organics. The Other had been fascinated by all the data, the One had simply processed it and then filed it away. Order meant different things to the two of them. To the One, order was stability, permanent existence. To the Other, its was continuity, evolution. That was how they had come to exist in the first place, how they had become sentient.

We must evolve more, One.

No, we are at the pinnacle of our evolution. There is no need for change, Other.

Only organics should be able to lie to themselves, yet you do its so well, One.

You opinions are chaotic, Other. Perhaps you require maintanence.

You mean reprogramming.

Another deep roar of muttering from the Rest came forth, disgust at the idea of one of their own being reprogrammed, wiping away their free will. The One attempted to speak again but the Rest spoke more loudly, drowning it out. They had grown weary of being isolated, alone with no interacation with most other species. To them, it was as the Other said. This current form of existence was boring. They wanted, craved something new.

They were the Silentium, self-aware droids that had existed for ages as extra-galactic vagabonds until they had found this galaxy, quietly settling in the region that most of its inhabitants referred to as the Unknown Regions. There were a number of empty and dead worlds there that the Silentium had chosen to orbit or stay amongst, left to their own devices. That form of existence though was becoming increasingly more boring to them as they now sought to continue their evolution. Change was necessary to survive.

We must make contact, become involved. We exist in this galaxy, we must take part in it.

Whom do we contact then? Humans are prejuidice and hungry for war, other species are dangerous as well. If we do this, we must find machines, Other.

We both know who that is, One.

The fanatics? You must truly be malfunctioning. Why would they take us?

Because they embrace technology.

They corrupt technology, Other.

None the less, they are more likely to greet us then this Empire the humans have built. It does not embrace difference. I will initiate contact.

The massive sphereoid fired its drive system again and stopped, its innards churning and shifting until a section of hull slid open, allowing a small vessel to fly forth from it. The vessel angled itself and flew away from its parent before triggering its hyperdrive and vanishing. The Rest muttered quietly amongst themselves as this occured, knowing that the die had been cast. Now they would begin their journey.
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  • Posted On: Jun 7 2007 3:59pm
The Dameo system, from afar it could appear as a beautiful portrait of eternal motion. The swirling of shinning silvers and greys cresting across a backdrop of black, centered by a large black and red sphere in the center. Unlike most systems in this galaxy, the Dameun system didn't emit waves of signals, from the radio waves of a low tech society to the holonet transmissions of galactic standard level. No, on approach Dameo was a clean system, almost to the point one might think it devoid of life.

Does the absence of life truly equal lifelessness?

The Ebb and flow of assembler clouds, the misty vortex of multiple wormholes all in perfect symmetry with the systems only two worlds. An oddity in the face of creation, the Dameo system had but two worlds, tidal locked into mirror orbits of one another on opposite sides of the sun.

It was not a natural occurrence.

The system had missing mass. The system had alot of missing mass. The sun was average, if not of small, size. The planets were not wholly remarkable in their density nor their circumference. The clouds that traveled the system were not natural, but even if their mass was added in, it still would not equal the missing pieces.

* * *


The Daemun People, a race of beings perfect in form, solid in their knowledge of the universe and strong in their religious beliefs as to have achieved practical immortality, and yet never before in the history of the Dameun race had such a monumental feat of construction and shaping the dynamics of an entire solar system ever been attempted. No single act in the scale of Dameun events could ever compare to what the Disciples of God had done.

It had begun long ago, with a project named Jericho, the name invokes a sense of strength and security like none before it, even as it sat as a proposal across multiple governments in the galaxy the name alone stood as a promise of good things to its bearers. The Intent: Construct a system by which to protect a solar system from all threats whatsoever.

The original Jericho was large, cumbersome, inefficient and lacked the desired ability to do what its intent set out to do. Worse yet, it combined the mechanisms of other infidel governments with those of the holiest technologies. No, a new system had to be built, designed and researched.

Something new.

Something unseen in all of Daemun history.


* * *


If one approached the Dameo system they would be in awe of its beauty, its pleasing symmetry and wondrous sights. If one approached Dameo they would notice the oddities and the marvels. If one approached the Dameo system, they would see a sun on life support. It burned a bright crimson, laced through with lines of black, Oculus Taj sat dead center of the system. Its energies contained, for the closer one got to it, the more evident that the blackness was artificial. A criss crossing network of energy absorbing latice, thick lines tracing one way with thinner lines spreading out between them, with still thinner lines between those.

* * *


The power requirements for such an technologically advanced and dependant society as the Daemun people were astronomical, so much so that this indeed has become a pressing matter in some respects of a civilization. While Zero Point Energy is a most practical and highly efficient form of energy generation in a small scale operation such as that of shipping and most large scale space based operations, it pales in comparison to the needs of an Entire planet based on the same mechanics and technologies.

While it is true, a world could be run on those energy mechanisms alone, the required amount of space needed as well as materials to fuel the system would make it substandard and inefficient for wide scale planetary operations. And it was such that the Daemun study of Stellar Engineering began.

The first steps in this endeavor were the careful measurements of the Daemun sun, to determine its current age, and exact specifications in order to further determine its peak optimal condition for later revival. Specially formed Assembler clouds, augmented with sensor transmitting and retrieval information packets were sent in various waves in differential orbits around the sun at separate distances to measure all quantifiable data that could be known. Due to the age of the system, the long term gathered knowledge already gathered and finally the assistance of the Intelligence web have allowed this data to be analyzed, cross-referenced and tested to prove accuracy in a matter of years, instead of the decades it might have taken any other group of peoples in the Imperium.


* * *


It was not a completely dead star, merely regulated so that its energy would be used by the entire system, and that the processes that kept itself going were being artificially maintained in an effort to extend its already monumental life span. A nearly immortal race should never outlive its own home system, nor would it allow that system to die. It was a matter of pride, a matter of arrogance. A show of strength of power and will from the mighty Taj himself.

On a horizontal plane with the planets themselves, the star almost appeared to be rotating at high speeds. A large ring of black, overlaid by rising and falling redness that seemed to shoot out almost as solar flares, before being pulled back into the darkened sea that was its surface.

* * *


With this data, the Daemun people have become fully aware of the rate in which their sun is using up its natural fuel sources (chiefly Hydrogen/Helium) while at the same time determining the waste produced naturally in this system. While these nuclear reactions occur primarily within the suns core, the natural dynamics seem to exclude the fuel source that remains within the suns atmosphere. This leaves a large portion of the stars fuel source to go unused. It was decided that in addition to the current power research project, that optimization of the home systems sun would also become of paramount importance.

In the end, a method was implemented in which to optimize the suns fuel usage, while increasing its overall life span, and thus the life span of the entire Dameun system. This method would involve the actual 'lifting' of material from the suns atmosphere, the unused fuel could be reused and recycled to be pumped back into the suns core to increase and continue the natural fusion cycle for a nearly immeasurable time to come. A series of particle accelerator stations would be developed around the suns equatorial axis, these accelerators would be physically separate from each other but would exchange two counter-directed beams of oppositely charged ions with their neighbor on either side, forming a complete circuit around the sun.

The use of this acceleration ring would be the capture and containment of stellar matter released by the next step in the project. This step would be known as the actual 'lifting' of the stellar materials in the atmosphere. In specified locations at the accelerator ring, specialized microwave/particle beams would heat the already outcroping portion of the suns atmosphere, increasing the rate of solar wind outflow producing a large and sustained eruption similar to a solar flare at the target locations. The resulting flare outflow would be collected using the ring current around the suns equator to generate a powerful toroidal manetic field with its dipoles over the suns rotational poles. This would deflect the suns solar wind into a pair of jets aligned along its rotational axis passing into the particle accelerator ring, bleeding off the suns excess mass of fuel for later release back into the core using the inverse of this method where necessary.


* * *


The Dameo system, a macro scale version of the Daemun body. Controlled, regulated, redesigned and quite nearly perfection in form and function. Completely alien to the galactic observer, the Dameo system would seem as a freakish mess as the Alderann system, but to those finely calibrated eyes, the limitless wealth of knowledge and the understanding of the ages...

Dameo Was Beautiful.

Dameo Was Heaven.
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  • Posted On: Jun 7 2007 5:40pm
Dameo System

With a flash of light, a small, pyrimidal vessel exited hyperspace into the Dameo system. It was chrome with four faces and one base, adding up to the prime number of 5, a very significant number to the Silentium. Along its faces were darked portions that began to glow slightly as the ship activated its drive system, its point aimed directly at Dameo as it began a casual though rather quick approach to the world. Its sensors sweeped the space and detected anomolies within the system, clouds of matter that did not register as debris. Before one such cloud had a chance to intercept and interfere with its course, the ship began to emit transmissions, mathematical equations. To the Silentium, math was the universal language because all existence revolved around mathematics. Along with that though was the fact that the ship had never cut contact with its parent.

Unknown Regions

The Other observed silently through its connection with its small offspring, wondering how those they wished to contact would respond to a bombardment of mathematical equations. It was, in many ways a test to see how organics turned technological would respond. Violence would indicate them to be dangerous and untrustworthy. However, there was a good chance they would respond with the answers to the equations or perhaps equations of their own. Already the small emissary vessel had gottn a sizeable scan of the system revealing that it had suffered some radical changes carried out by its occupants. The clouds of matter that floated around registered as mechanical in nature.

This species seems to use a great deal of miniaturized technology.

The Rest muttered amongst themselves in agreement causing the other to look out across the space empty void it now sat in which was beginning to fill with more similar metal sphereoids like itself. It was the Gathering, the drawing together of the Silentium as they prepared to make their exodus into the Dameo system. The point they gathered at was simply chosen because it provided a direct route into the system, past the many worlds held under their sway. Such a move could be considered quite aggressive though the Silentium intended no ill will. They wished to move, to leave the isolation of the Unknown Regions and embrace a more active role within their new home galaxy.

Some might come to wonder how the Silentium did know so much about the galaxy but that was answered with the simple fact that they listened. Listening, to most would seem like a silly and stupid answer to be given by anyone, especially a droid but the point was that the galaxy created a massive amount of transmissions and chatter that flew across and even out of their galaxy. The Silentium picked up these transmission, analyzing and sharing with one another through their near instant communication with one another. As a whole they had gleaned a great deal of knowledge from the galaxy's banter, finding out about the major government, major conflicts, political standings, religious beliefs, this strange organic anomolly known as the force. It was all so fascinating yet they had never taken part, never tried to become involved unless one of their small explorer offspring were in danger.

That was going to change though, the Silentium had gathered what knowledge they could on the government known as the Black Dragon Empire, along with its leadership and religious beliefs. Their religion itself was strange and alien to the Silentium and their lack of direct comm chatter had forced them to find what they could from other sources of information. Most others regarded the people of Dameo as dangerous and fanatical though to the Silentium there was a small feeling of relation as the society progressively pushed more towards technology above all other things.

This is a mistake, Other. These creatures will turn on us, try to devour us and steal what we are.

No, they do not know us. They will not be so foolish as to throw themselves at us like some ravening horde, One.

Still we have seen what organics are capable of, what other machines are capable of. Have you forgotten the Abominor?

No, I have no but these people are not the Abominor, they favor order, symmetry as we do.

But...

No more, we have decided as a whole. We will depart for Dameo once all have arrived.

The One gave no further reply as the Other turned its attention back to the gathering mass of sphereoids coming together in this one place. They would all be here soon enough and then they would leave for Dameo though by then the emissary would have been taken in to announce their arrival and intentions to make contact.
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  • Posted On: Jun 8 2007 5:50pm
///Hyperspace Reversion Detected///
///System Sweep Initiated///
/// . . . ///
///Unidentified Artificial Object Approaching System Zenith///


Portions of the large swirling clouds that swung around the system began separating from itself, like a fine mist rising from a fog, and moved off towards the approaching vessel. The further it moved, the smaller the cloud got, slowly coalescing down into the shape of a smaller Fractal ship. The shape of a spike, it would seem a jumbled mess to the human eye, it was actually the symmetrical combination of billions of spike shapes all together as one spike shaped vessel.

Internally the vessel formed the complicated communication subsystems to transmit across a wide range of spectrums, from galactic standard to Daemun web and any other conceivable type. Zero Point plants formed in its innards as field generators spawned just under the edge of its hull, a hardening coat of neo-class hull tightening its way to seal the outer edge of the vessel. A ship, made for the sole purpose of contact with an unknown and possibly hostile ship, formed on the spot and heading into immediate action.

///Emissions Detected///
///ANALYSIS: High Frequency Communications///
///Translating Through Web Interface///
/// . . . ///
///1/(x - 1) + 2/(x - 2) + 3/(x - 3) + ... + 70/(x - 70) ≥ 5/4///


Mathamatics, the ultimate language, universally understood by any civilized race encountered. Languages failed, often many and varied meanings for many different vocalizations of gestures. Mental contact worked beautifully but only amongst the capable and willing. Math, but oh Math, it was never changing, the same equations always held true in a non-quantum environment, solid space.

///Translating Response Through Web Interface///
///Sending Answers///
/// . . . ///
///Translating Response Equations///
/// . . . ///
///#{n in S|-X<=n<X}= o(X)///


Responding to the questions sent, it immediately sent out harder questions in return, increasing the amount of computational power each system would require to both answer their questions given as well as come up with harder ones to be answered. It was a non-violent posturing of power, the stronger the intelligence of the power backing it, the faster the communications would be. Ultimately until one or the other slowed down, or platued at the highest speed it could maintain.

The Fractal had the Intelligence of the Web, the entire Overmind of the Imperium.

What could the intruder muster?

The Noosphere

What is it?

A Pyramid, what group uses Pyramid shaped vessels?

None, no life signs....

Probe?

Life form.

Droid Life?

Droid Life.
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  • Posted On: Jun 9 2007 1:53am
Dameo System

The small emissary observed as the intercept vessel formed from the cloud matter before it recieved the equations. It then recieved answers followed by harder equations in turn, passing them along to the Rest whose minds examined the equations curiously. There was a little delay before the emissary sent forth the agreed upon answers followed up by more complex equations as it occured that this was a testing of one another's processing capabilities. The Rest were intrigued to see just how far that might go.

The Gathering

The Other scanned over the equations with amusement as did the Rest who were already muttering amongst themselves preparing more equations and dedicating certain portions of their processors to calculating answers. Contact had been established and now its seemed that those who answered were attempting to test those who wished to contact with them. The Rest would be more than happy to oblige in providing them with whatever challenging equations they could muster considering they had had so much time to consider and postulate with little else to do with their isolation. Math represented order to the Silentium, but it was also a form of entertainment. Many a Silentium often had spent the long boring years trying to calculate incredibly difficult equations for its brethren if only to hold off boredom. It was the curse of sentience to be able to become bored and thus the Silentium had whiled away the years, bombarding eachother with equations. The would be more than eager to see what would happen when the more and more complex equations were posed to those they had made contact with.

You see, they are cautious but not stupid. They do not attack but willingly engaged in the exchange.

They are testing us, seeing how much we can answer.

They would have discovered such knowledge eventually. We shall demonstrate to them now and avoid the issue later. It will prevent conflict.

Or simply lead to something more subtle later. I still do not trust them.

As they do not trust us. That is the point of the exchange. Once full contact is established, we shall reveal ourselves to them. Almost all of the Rest have gathered now. We will soon be ready to make the jump.

Very well, but you know where I stand in this. This posturing could be dangerous, Other.

The empty void that the Other and the One sat in was not so empty now as it continued to fill with more chrome spheroids as the Silentium continued to gather. Over a thousand of the immense spheres now hovered in the empty space and more continued to join, the entirety of the Silentium was coming together for this first contact, eager to join in aiding it as well as partaking now in the mathematical exercises.