Just a lil something I’m working inbetween chapters of Chidetan because I have time. It’ll be done soon!
The earth date was December 31st, 2999. A great conference hall bustling with spectators and reporters geared up with cameras and tachyon transmitters, both having traveled several lightyears to attend. The crowd talked endlessly to each other, observing the massive transparent aluminium window at the end of the hall. It presented an endlessly starry landscape of space, dominated by a massive spherical distortion. Not to further in the distance was a stream of transport ships going to and from a city-sized space station, silently orbiting around the the distortion. The crowd’s chatter faded out as a well-dressed man walked up to a podium set up right in front of the window. He cleared his throat and leaned over towards the microphone.
“It has been centuries since humanity had finally breached the neverending expanse of space, achieving what our ancient ancestors could and could not imagine: Technological and medical marvels, skylines that towered miles into the sky, weapons that allowed us to tame any enviroment. These achievements need to be forever recorded, and that is what we are all here for, no? My dear compatriots, on the eve of the twenty-fourth century, we present humanity’s greatest technological marvel: The Immortality Station!”
Suddenly the window changed to a different screen, presenting the station more in focus. The crowd applauded and cheered.
“This will be a slice of our golden era, a station several square kilometers large to house replicas of our finest megacities and architecture, all the way down to furnishing, transportation, infrastructure, and so forth! A comprehensive armory of the greatest our military has to offer in both land and space! The finest of our blossoming robotics program, from service androids to combat droids, each to emulate daily life in the megacities! Lastly, and certainly the greatest, a detailed digital library of all of our events and discoveries, from human matters to xeno discoveries!”
The croud continued to applaud and cheer, their voices resounding prominently off the hall walls.
“One of those discoveries is going to be the most decisive part in the Infinity Station’s mission! The key, my friends, involves the black hole we all observed before! When the earth-clock strikes midnight and 2400 begins, the station will maneuver into close orbit of the black hole, allowing it to travel through time. One minute for the station will be around one year for us, you see. We will send this slice of our golden era to the dawn of 2500, where we’ll likely see a similar conference! From there, who knows what they will do with this incredible museum? Historians could get a physical replica of how life was a century ago, in absolutely perfect condition no less! Perhaps this era could inspire the future generation to begin another golden age? Only time will tell my friends, and that station will have all the time in the galaxy!”
The crowd exploded into a roar, cameras flashing and tachyon transmitters displyaing images faster than light speeds to every home in every colony humanity had established. The man continued smilingand waving as the window suddenly changed to a massive clock, ticking down from twenty-nine minutes. The crowd chattered and cheered and struggled to get close to the man as he walked down from the stage, a few more threatening men in suits keeping the onslaught at a distance.
Fifteen minutes left on the clock. The armada of cargo ships was streaming continuously out at this point, every worker struggling to get every last weapon, vehicle, or piece of furniture onto the Infinity Station.
Ten minutes. The stream of ships had horribly thinned out. Only a single cargo ship moved towards the station. From its cockpit, a pilot dressed like every other cargo pilot noticed the comms panel light up, recieving a transmission from the administrator ship. He quickly tapped the screen.
“What the hell are you doing? We haven’t checked your cargo yet!”
The pilot spoke in a scratchy voice.
“I don’t think we have the time. Our ship had some engine issues along with a mix-up with the cargo we were supposed to deliver.”
“I said, get back here now!”
“I said, we don’t have any time! Last thing I think Mr. Jack wants to hear is about how his museum is incomplete, no?”
“Listen, I’m gonna save both of our asses from him and just have droids deliver what we need to where it needs to be, got it? I’ll get right in and out, he’ll be none the wiser about this little slip-up.”
“…Fine. We’re keeping this between us though, right?”
“No problem sir.”
With a quick tap he closed the comms.
Seven minutes. The ship landed in the now desolate cargo bay. The cockpit hatch popped open as the pilot hopped out, banging his fist on the side of the ship.
“Let’s get this all unloaded! You have one minute!”
The back hatch of the ship dropped open as three others rushed out, quickly unloading various boxes onto the cargo bay floor. The first was a lanky looking man with short black hair, wearing a large coat and baggy pants almost covering his work boots, hefting along a box that seemed too large for his stature. The next was a long brown-haired woman with a visibly strong build, wearing a tank top and cargo pants with combat boots, shoving along a large wheeled platform with a few cylindrical tanks stowed upon it. Last was a man with a bushy gray beard who wore a simple shirt and pair of shorts to reveal the fact that he had a robotic leg and arm along with an eyepatch, carrying a few bags over his shoulders and dragging along a small. They moved too and fro, unloading a small pile of containers, bags, and boxes all onto the platform. When the female placed the last box on the platform, a robotic voice resounded through the hangar bay.
“Five minutes until close orbital entry. All personnel, please clear from the station.”
The pilot turned to the lanky man.
“James, hurry up and do your thing.”
James nodded and hurried over to him, opening the door to the cockpit while taking a metal circuit-board looking device out of his jacket. He quickly pried a panel off from behind the joystick and quickly hooked it up. The ship’s engines roared to life as he scrambled out. It slowly hovered upwards, sealing all of the doors automatically, then shot out of the hangar bay. A few moments later, the ship combust into flames, a mess of debris, electronics, and a single charred corpse all sent flying in different directions. The pilot sneered at the sight.
“Three minutes to orbital entry. All ships, please depart immediately. Engaging radiation and stress shielding.”
The starry void slowly was blotted out by massive encroaching slabs of metalic shielding, both colliding with a deafening thunk. The pilot turned to the rest of his crew.
“We’re all set now. Let’s get a move on now, we’ve got fifty-three minutes!”