RE: [Situation Vacant] Reactor Chief Engineer
04-26-2020, 06:43 PM (This post was last modified: 04-27-2020, 06:19 PM by Dartz.)
04-26-2020, 06:43 PM (This post was last modified: 04-27-2020, 06:19 PM by Dartz.)
The booth had been designed to fit an average human - it hadn’t been designed to fit anything like Jet Jaguar. Even with her body mostly hidden by a fur-collared silver cloak, she still sat awkwardly, with her legs shifted to one side to block the leather bench beside her.
Only a glimpse of her feet revealed her true nature to anyone who could see her. Anyone who might care to look, had their eyes focused instead on the stage far below as the show built to its climax
Jet took the opportuning to slip a plastic document case out from under the table, placing the tube on the top of the table, between a glimmering candle and Kohran Li. A small holographic projector sat beside it, waiting for the third member of the group.
“Those’re the draft designs,” she said.
Kohran Li placed a gloved hand on the case, pulling it towards her.
“You printed them?”
Jet nodded. Kohran flipped the lid open, withdrawing a roll of white paper a few centimetres, before sliding it back in.
“Ye’re puttin’ Godzilla in a can…”
“It’ll work,” said Jet, turning her eyes away for a moment
“I ain’t comfortable with things that can run on a positive feedback loop.” Kohran added. “Especially things that’ll sterilise entire plantoids.”
“I know,” said Jet, her mind clearly not entirely in the room.
“Do you understand what the consequences of this thing getting out will be?”
“I do,” said Jet. In a moment, the look on her face changed and Kohran realised she’d been in the room the entire time. “I know how many people the last accident killed. I just don’t know who they are yet.”
“You’re not filling me with much confidence.”
“Everything else will either take too long, put up too many red-flags - or be even more dangerous.”
Jet didn’t read like a madgirl, locked into the one course that triggered her blue hair fascinations. Resigned, was the word that came to Kohran’s mind. Either unable, or afraid to think of another option.
A failure of imagination, was what came to mind.
A small light on the comm-link on the table flashed red once, twice and then a third time. A moment later, a hologram shimmered to life above it - an image a dark sphere. Electric circuits flickered in a gridded pattern across its surface, all coalescing at a single staring red monoeye.
“Well hi everybody, I didn’t think you’d be here so early.”
“I’ve never been to this sort of show,” said Jet, showing a flash of a smile. Kohran realised it’d been the first time she’d seen her smile since she arrived. “I’d some time to spare.”
“So what’s the verdict?” Kohran asked.
The sphere revolved, its mono-eye glancing at each of the pair in turn.
“I have run multiple simulations - to account for all combinations of production tolerance and fuel loading scenarios,” Eddie said.”I’m sorry to say, there is a larger delay in stabilising action of the temperature coefficients than the Soviet designers thought.”
“How bad?” If the hologram had had a throat, Jet would’ve jumped down it.
Eddie’s monoeye turned to face her. “How much of a delay, depends on the reactor power, reactivity margin, coolant flowrate, quality of the fuel and the thermal interface between channel and core stack. Using a nanotube-reinforced graphene foam to provide a thermal interface between the zircalloy technical channels and the diamond lattice does significantly reduce the time constant for power correction.”
So, not that bad? An expression of hope entered Jet’s face.
“In some edge cases, there remains a potential for the positive void coefficient to trigger an explosive power increase before it is damped by the negative temperature coefficient.”
“Damn,” Jet breathed, deflating into the chair. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
For a moment, she looked just like a child being told she couldn’t play with her favourite toy
“Plan C?” suggested Kohran.
“I have something in mind,” answered Eddie. “I am still trying to solve the proliferation issue in an elegant manner.”
It seemed to bug him that it’d taken more than a moment’s thought to come up with something. The tracings on the hologram began to glow as he dedicated more and more of himself to simulating different designs.
“Maybe the issue’s one of control,” suggested Jet. Her blues eyes moved between the pair, looking for support.
“AI systems,” Kohran added quickly, getting a little more comfortable with the idea of a system that couldn’t be corrupted by someone.
“A mind with well directed training would effectively eliminate the risk.” Eddie confirmed. “With a second system running a continuous look-ahead simulation of all possible reactor states from current. These can be fed back to the matrix to allow the mind to trial different solutions.”
Easy when you knew how.
“What kind of mind?” Asked Jet. Her face darkened, a visible discomfort filling her armour. Of course she’d feel more uncomfortable with a mind controlling a system, than with a system that could sterilise an asteroid if it malfunctioned. .
“Beta-class, with an Alpha specialisation would at least would be sufficient.” Eddie assured her. “I understand, of course, how you would feel about it, considering your brother, which is why I dismissed the option.”
And he samed most relieved that it was back on the table.
“You’re assuming things will go as smoothly on Frigga, as they would on the Forge.” Jet answered. “That doesn’t happen. Especially with handwavium.”
Her ice blue eyes dared Kohran, or Eddie, to disagree. Kohran sensed something beyond a punk’s natural spite in her voice - a rippling undercurrent of unease.
“I don’t see why not,” Eddie answered calmly.
“This is probably the biggest engineering project in space. The amount of work needed to do it is -” she stopped to search for the right word, “- immense - and it all has to be done right, on time, on schedule and be near perfect.” Jet took a breath “The people who’ve to do it have spent the last year being bitched at by grandstanding BNF’s on Venus whenever something didn’t go right. And that was before the reactor blew.”
Kohran heard a real anger cutting in her voice, the kind that - in the moment - reminded her of so many Boskone self justifications - the kind that seemed amazed nobody could sympathise with their petty reasons for evil.
“And then the whole universe took the chance to gloat about the idiots who blew up a reactor, rather than cheer the heroes who stopped an accident from becoming a disaster.”
“Are we talking about the people on Frigga, or you, Jet?”
The sharp look the cyber threw her direction gave Kohran her answer. Yes.
“All that negativity is going to poison any attempts to create any handwaved solution.” The cyber’s voice remained even.“You handwave afraid that it’ll fail, and what’ll happen?”
“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”
Kohran suspected Eddie meant it as a joke. His deadpan delivery dropped it flat on the table.
“People tell me we live in a world were technology and handwavium will solve all our human problems,” said Jet. “More and more it feels like I live in a world where they won’t.”
“This is not a project that can be completed by feelings and opinions.” His voice took on a harder edge - something had irked him
“Which is why I want to keep the wave out of it,” Jet shot back.
Kohran had the sudden realisation that a shouting match between a cyborg and an AI would probably draw a little too much attention in the middle of a show.
“You really think handwavin’ this thang’ll be a disaster?”, she asked, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Her own natural accent twanged through despite herself.
Jet’s eyes locked with hers.
“Do yeh want to run the risk of a Paul Ritter living in the computer system having direct control over this thing?”
Kohran saw a pure, thoughtless terror flash across her face, right from the depths of the soul.
“That won’t happen.” Eddie reassured, aghast that anyone could possibly think otherwise. “We are the best at this.”
Kohran felt the air begin to simmer. Of course Eddie’s reassurances had struck a sour note.
“We could look at the helium cooled designs again.” she said - trying to change the subject. “They have none of the void coefficient issues, the neutron spectrum is ideal and the temperature is suitable for power generation.”
“Didn’t we have material problems with the alloys required?”
“I have solved all the problems.” Eddie answered with the same, cheerful confidence. “The required high-temperature alloys can be made.”
“Do you honestly think we can implement that? In the time we have.”
Jet didn’t even give it a thought. She just assumed it’d be completely beyond her capability.
“The Forge can.”
Of course it could. Eddie stated a fact. Jet took it as an insult. Eddie wasn’t stuck with her. Kohran was.
“And we’re back to shit that’ll work on the Forge but won’t work on Frigga.” Jet cut back. “You’re forgetting the people element. The one’s who’ve to run it, repair it and live with it”
Kohran drew on deep breath.
“We can argue over this for another six months and still be in the same place.” she said, trying not to sound like she was scolding a child. “We’ll take a break for a couple of days. I think that’s for the best.”
Let everyone stop being children. Maybe they’d cool off.
“Agreed,” said the holographic sphere. “Time to reconsider would be helpful”
Jet looked at her, a flash of anger on her face - almost like she’d been betrayed. It died as her conscious mind caught up, a flush of warm embarrassment reddening her cheeks. In a moment, it disappeared in a pursed-lip pout worthy of any teenager who knew they’d done something wrong - and hoped they wouldn’t be called on it.
Kohran, of course, had a sense of diplomacy.
“How’s Mackie doing?”
The question, of course, caught a Jet who’d fully prepared to defend herself, completely off guard. The cyber sat for half a heartbeat as she swallowed the words that had been sitting in her throat.
The edge of her lips tweaked up into the first smile Kohran
“Last I heard - he qualified with the Night Witches..”
Taken aback. Kohran felt herself blink.
“That’s a five year contract.” she said, before her mind caught up. “With an all female unit.”
“His decision,” said Jet, with a smile. “It was either that, or live the next five years under protective isolation.” she took a breath, looking down at the stage below. “He preferred freedom.”
Protective isolation. Because Mackie knew the secret. Because someone’d already tried to kidnap him for it. Because, as far as the universe knew, whatever secrets he might’ve had died when his shuttle hit the moon.
Because Frigga was far too open a place.
“There’re very few places that can do that sort of protection.,” said Kohran. “Didn’t A.C. offer?”
She assumed that’d be the poor boy’s dream assignment - working somewhere beyond the monomolecular edge of modern technology.
“She would’ve killed him after a week,” said Jet. wearing a wry smirk. “Or worse,”
Kohran felt a shudder run up her spin. “He can get a bit much,”
“He’s my brother and I love him, but Jesus” she chuckled, wearing a rueful grin “I wished he’d stop perving on me and look what happened.” She knocked a knuckle on her ceramic breast. “He wished to look at a woman’s body anytime he wanted, and look what happened.”
Of course, none of that ever happened. Kohran looked at her a moment, feeling just that bit uncomfortable.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she said.. “Now he must be getting some of that attention himself.”
“A little,” said Jet, settling back into her chair. “A lot of men were intimidated by that body, and it is a women’s unit he’s with,”
“That won’t stop him from getting attention, you know”
“He’ll have to get used to it, I guess,” said Jet. A glimmer shone inside her eyes. Her body relaxed.
Kohran settled herself back into her chair - recrossing her legs. Her hand settled on the plastic case of the reactor plans. Below them, the show continued.
In moments, Jet was lost in the lightshow.
Kohran decided to wait until the intermission, at least. It’d been a while since she’d watched her own show. It was the mark of a good Engineer to eat their own dogfood from time to time, and Makoto gave the Revue an entirely different colour of sparkle.
It’d be a shame to interrupt.
The auditorium moved to the beat of the show. Jet’s finger tapped out the rhythm on the glass surface of the table.
Kohran watched her get lost in the music.
Something about that felt wrong - like Grits and Maple syrup. It just didn’t fit the cyberpunk image, did it?
Kohran found herself musing on that, on how pigeonholed so many people could become, once their schtick had been decided. Few ever transcended what people expected of them.
AI’s expanded beyond their base image. Humans tended to contract towards their public image - until they became little else.
The thought lingered in her mind until the lights came up for the mid-show intermission. The crowd below shuffled out to stretch their legs, relieve the pressures of sitting for an hour at a time and replenish their glow sticks.
“That was good,” said Jet, after a moment. She settled back into the booth as much as her body allowed her to. For the first time, Kohran saw a real light in her eyes, a little spark of happiness.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen one of these shows.”
“Never had the chance,” Jet answered. Naturally.
Kohran placed her hand on the case. Passions had cooled. No better time than now to ask the question
“Can you tell me Why’re you so dead set on this?” she said. “You really slammed the door on Eddie there. He was just trying to help.”
Jet looked at the plans, then at her
“Because this will work,” she answered. “It’s the best chance of working. With the fewest questions.”
“You know the risks?”
Jet gave a slow nod.
“A reactor explosion is a problem. An atomic explosion is a nightmare.” she said. “The wave has given me too many nightmares.I don’t want to risk another one.”
She meant it too. Kohran could see the fear in her face, a nip of panic that ran up her spine and widened her eyes. Something that could fester, given half the chance. The fear that always ended in suffering.
“Maybe you don’t need to do this.”
Her lips stiffened. “I do.”
Had Jet misunderstood?
“It is okay to step back and let someone else carry the torch. You’re not the only one who can make this project work.”
Kohran wore an earnest smile, hoping Jet’d agree. A chance to bow out without shame - to be something else for a while.
Jet looked at her again, then down at the reactor plans. “It’d be out of character for A.C.to do something like this - she comes up with the clever solutions. It’s far too close to ground zero to be done by anyone on Atalante and I don’t think Stellvia would be crazy enough to fund this - or have a need for that much power. The conspiracy only works on Frigga.”
Jet took a moment, before giving a thin smile.
“Thanks though.”
Of course, it all seemed logical to her, fear could make it seem logical. Mixed with a little pride and the comfort of an already solved problem. Everything from the basic principles of how it worked, to the worst possible failures - and their causes.
And even that, was a known quantity. In the real world, and in Fenspace. There was comfort in the known. Kohran understood that, at least. Better the devil you know, no matter how dangerous the devil.
Kohran's eyes fell to the case with the plans.
“Not building a bomb, is so much harder than building one.”
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That only took 6 months. Apologies for the roughness.
Side note: Jet is wearing Quattro's Silver Cloak. Mackie joined the Night Witches because I had a really cool idea of a squadron of pilots that tatoo'd themselves with spells and stuff and that's a way to introduce it.
... crickets....?
Only a glimpse of her feet revealed her true nature to anyone who could see her. Anyone who might care to look, had their eyes focused instead on the stage far below as the show built to its climax
Jet took the opportuning to slip a plastic document case out from under the table, placing the tube on the top of the table, between a glimmering candle and Kohran Li. A small holographic projector sat beside it, waiting for the third member of the group.
“Those’re the draft designs,” she said.
Kohran Li placed a gloved hand on the case, pulling it towards her.
“You printed them?”
Jet nodded. Kohran flipped the lid open, withdrawing a roll of white paper a few centimetres, before sliding it back in.
“Ye’re puttin’ Godzilla in a can…”
“It’ll work,” said Jet, turning her eyes away for a moment
“I ain’t comfortable with things that can run on a positive feedback loop.” Kohran added. “Especially things that’ll sterilise entire plantoids.”
“I know,” said Jet, her mind clearly not entirely in the room.
“Do you understand what the consequences of this thing getting out will be?”
“I do,” said Jet. In a moment, the look on her face changed and Kohran realised she’d been in the room the entire time. “I know how many people the last accident killed. I just don’t know who they are yet.”
“You’re not filling me with much confidence.”
“Everything else will either take too long, put up too many red-flags - or be even more dangerous.”
Jet didn’t read like a madgirl, locked into the one course that triggered her blue hair fascinations. Resigned, was the word that came to Kohran’s mind. Either unable, or afraid to think of another option.
A failure of imagination, was what came to mind.
A small light on the comm-link on the table flashed red once, twice and then a third time. A moment later, a hologram shimmered to life above it - an image a dark sphere. Electric circuits flickered in a gridded pattern across its surface, all coalescing at a single staring red monoeye.
“Well hi everybody, I didn’t think you’d be here so early.”
“I’ve never been to this sort of show,” said Jet, showing a flash of a smile. Kohran realised it’d been the first time she’d seen her smile since she arrived. “I’d some time to spare.”
“So what’s the verdict?” Kohran asked.
The sphere revolved, its mono-eye glancing at each of the pair in turn.
“I have run multiple simulations - to account for all combinations of production tolerance and fuel loading scenarios,” Eddie said.”I’m sorry to say, there is a larger delay in stabilising action of the temperature coefficients than the Soviet designers thought.”
“How bad?” If the hologram had had a throat, Jet would’ve jumped down it.
Eddie’s monoeye turned to face her. “How much of a delay, depends on the reactor power, reactivity margin, coolant flowrate, quality of the fuel and the thermal interface between channel and core stack. Using a nanotube-reinforced graphene foam to provide a thermal interface between the zircalloy technical channels and the diamond lattice does significantly reduce the time constant for power correction.”
So, not that bad? An expression of hope entered Jet’s face.
“In some edge cases, there remains a potential for the positive void coefficient to trigger an explosive power increase before it is damped by the negative temperature coefficient.”
“Damn,” Jet breathed, deflating into the chair. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
For a moment, she looked just like a child being told she couldn’t play with her favourite toy
“Plan C?” suggested Kohran.
“I have something in mind,” answered Eddie. “I am still trying to solve the proliferation issue in an elegant manner.”
It seemed to bug him that it’d taken more than a moment’s thought to come up with something. The tracings on the hologram began to glow as he dedicated more and more of himself to simulating different designs.
“Maybe the issue’s one of control,” suggested Jet. Her blues eyes moved between the pair, looking for support.
“AI systems,” Kohran added quickly, getting a little more comfortable with the idea of a system that couldn’t be corrupted by someone.
“A mind with well directed training would effectively eliminate the risk.” Eddie confirmed. “With a second system running a continuous look-ahead simulation of all possible reactor states from current. These can be fed back to the matrix to allow the mind to trial different solutions.”
Easy when you knew how.
“What kind of mind?” Asked Jet. Her face darkened, a visible discomfort filling her armour. Of course she’d feel more uncomfortable with a mind controlling a system, than with a system that could sterilise an asteroid if it malfunctioned. .
“Beta-class, with an Alpha specialisation would at least would be sufficient.” Eddie assured her. “I understand, of course, how you would feel about it, considering your brother, which is why I dismissed the option.”
And he samed most relieved that it was back on the table.
“You’re assuming things will go as smoothly on Frigga, as they would on the Forge.” Jet answered. “That doesn’t happen. Especially with handwavium.”
Her ice blue eyes dared Kohran, or Eddie, to disagree. Kohran sensed something beyond a punk’s natural spite in her voice - a rippling undercurrent of unease.
“I don’t see why not,” Eddie answered calmly.
“This is probably the biggest engineering project in space. The amount of work needed to do it is -” she stopped to search for the right word, “- immense - and it all has to be done right, on time, on schedule and be near perfect.” Jet took a breath “The people who’ve to do it have spent the last year being bitched at by grandstanding BNF’s on Venus whenever something didn’t go right. And that was before the reactor blew.”
Kohran heard a real anger cutting in her voice, the kind that - in the moment - reminded her of so many Boskone self justifications - the kind that seemed amazed nobody could sympathise with their petty reasons for evil.
“And then the whole universe took the chance to gloat about the idiots who blew up a reactor, rather than cheer the heroes who stopped an accident from becoming a disaster.”
“Are we talking about the people on Frigga, or you, Jet?”
The sharp look the cyber threw her direction gave Kohran her answer. Yes.
“All that negativity is going to poison any attempts to create any handwaved solution.” The cyber’s voice remained even.“You handwave afraid that it’ll fail, and what’ll happen?”
“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”
Kohran suspected Eddie meant it as a joke. His deadpan delivery dropped it flat on the table.
“People tell me we live in a world were technology and handwavium will solve all our human problems,” said Jet. “More and more it feels like I live in a world where they won’t.”
“This is not a project that can be completed by feelings and opinions.” His voice took on a harder edge - something had irked him
“Which is why I want to keep the wave out of it,” Jet shot back.
Kohran had the sudden realisation that a shouting match between a cyborg and an AI would probably draw a little too much attention in the middle of a show.
“You really think handwavin’ this thang’ll be a disaster?”, she asked, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Her own natural accent twanged through despite herself.
Jet’s eyes locked with hers.
“Do yeh want to run the risk of a Paul Ritter living in the computer system having direct control over this thing?”
Kohran saw a pure, thoughtless terror flash across her face, right from the depths of the soul.
“That won’t happen.” Eddie reassured, aghast that anyone could possibly think otherwise. “We are the best at this.”
Kohran felt the air begin to simmer. Of course Eddie’s reassurances had struck a sour note.
“We could look at the helium cooled designs again.” she said - trying to change the subject. “They have none of the void coefficient issues, the neutron spectrum is ideal and the temperature is suitable for power generation.”
“Didn’t we have material problems with the alloys required?”
“I have solved all the problems.” Eddie answered with the same, cheerful confidence. “The required high-temperature alloys can be made.”
“Do you honestly think we can implement that? In the time we have.”
Jet didn’t even give it a thought. She just assumed it’d be completely beyond her capability.
“The Forge can.”
Of course it could. Eddie stated a fact. Jet took it as an insult. Eddie wasn’t stuck with her. Kohran was.
“And we’re back to shit that’ll work on the Forge but won’t work on Frigga.” Jet cut back. “You’re forgetting the people element. The one’s who’ve to run it, repair it and live with it”
Kohran drew on deep breath.
“We can argue over this for another six months and still be in the same place.” she said, trying not to sound like she was scolding a child. “We’ll take a break for a couple of days. I think that’s for the best.”
Let everyone stop being children. Maybe they’d cool off.
“Agreed,” said the holographic sphere. “Time to reconsider would be helpful”
Jet looked at her, a flash of anger on her face - almost like she’d been betrayed. It died as her conscious mind caught up, a flush of warm embarrassment reddening her cheeks. In a moment, it disappeared in a pursed-lip pout worthy of any teenager who knew they’d done something wrong - and hoped they wouldn’t be called on it.
Kohran, of course, had a sense of diplomacy.
“How’s Mackie doing?”
The question, of course, caught a Jet who’d fully prepared to defend herself, completely off guard. The cyber sat for half a heartbeat as she swallowed the words that had been sitting in her throat.
The edge of her lips tweaked up into the first smile Kohran
“Last I heard - he qualified with the Night Witches..”
Taken aback. Kohran felt herself blink.
“That’s a five year contract.” she said, before her mind caught up. “With an all female unit.”
“His decision,” said Jet, with a smile. “It was either that, or live the next five years under protective isolation.” she took a breath, looking down at the stage below. “He preferred freedom.”
Protective isolation. Because Mackie knew the secret. Because someone’d already tried to kidnap him for it. Because, as far as the universe knew, whatever secrets he might’ve had died when his shuttle hit the moon.
Because Frigga was far too open a place.
“There’re very few places that can do that sort of protection.,” said Kohran. “Didn’t A.C. offer?”
She assumed that’d be the poor boy’s dream assignment - working somewhere beyond the monomolecular edge of modern technology.
“She would’ve killed him after a week,” said Jet. wearing a wry smirk. “Or worse,”
Kohran felt a shudder run up her spin. “He can get a bit much,”
“He’s my brother and I love him, but Jesus” she chuckled, wearing a rueful grin “I wished he’d stop perving on me and look what happened.” She knocked a knuckle on her ceramic breast. “He wished to look at a woman’s body anytime he wanted, and look what happened.”
Of course, none of that ever happened. Kohran looked at her a moment, feeling just that bit uncomfortable.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she said.. “Now he must be getting some of that attention himself.”
“A little,” said Jet, settling back into her chair. “A lot of men were intimidated by that body, and it is a women’s unit he’s with,”
“That won’t stop him from getting attention, you know”
“He’ll have to get used to it, I guess,” said Jet. A glimmer shone inside her eyes. Her body relaxed.
Kohran settled herself back into her chair - recrossing her legs. Her hand settled on the plastic case of the reactor plans. Below them, the show continued.
In moments, Jet was lost in the lightshow.
Kohran decided to wait until the intermission, at least. It’d been a while since she’d watched her own show. It was the mark of a good Engineer to eat their own dogfood from time to time, and Makoto gave the Revue an entirely different colour of sparkle.
It’d be a shame to interrupt.
The auditorium moved to the beat of the show. Jet’s finger tapped out the rhythm on the glass surface of the table.
Kohran watched her get lost in the music.
Something about that felt wrong - like Grits and Maple syrup. It just didn’t fit the cyberpunk image, did it?
Kohran found herself musing on that, on how pigeonholed so many people could become, once their schtick had been decided. Few ever transcended what people expected of them.
AI’s expanded beyond their base image. Humans tended to contract towards their public image - until they became little else.
The thought lingered in her mind until the lights came up for the mid-show intermission. The crowd below shuffled out to stretch their legs, relieve the pressures of sitting for an hour at a time and replenish their glow sticks.
“That was good,” said Jet, after a moment. She settled back into the booth as much as her body allowed her to. For the first time, Kohran saw a real light in her eyes, a little spark of happiness.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen one of these shows.”
“Never had the chance,” Jet answered. Naturally.
Kohran placed her hand on the case. Passions had cooled. No better time than now to ask the question
“Can you tell me Why’re you so dead set on this?” she said. “You really slammed the door on Eddie there. He was just trying to help.”
Jet looked at the plans, then at her
“Because this will work,” she answered. “It’s the best chance of working. With the fewest questions.”
“You know the risks?”
Jet gave a slow nod.
“A reactor explosion is a problem. An atomic explosion is a nightmare.” she said. “The wave has given me too many nightmares.I don’t want to risk another one.”
She meant it too. Kohran could see the fear in her face, a nip of panic that ran up her spine and widened her eyes. Something that could fester, given half the chance. The fear that always ended in suffering.
“Maybe you don’t need to do this.”
Her lips stiffened. “I do.”
Had Jet misunderstood?
“It is okay to step back and let someone else carry the torch. You’re not the only one who can make this project work.”
Kohran wore an earnest smile, hoping Jet’d agree. A chance to bow out without shame - to be something else for a while.
Jet looked at her again, then down at the reactor plans. “It’d be out of character for A.C.to do something like this - she comes up with the clever solutions. It’s far too close to ground zero to be done by anyone on Atalante and I don’t think Stellvia would be crazy enough to fund this - or have a need for that much power. The conspiracy only works on Frigga.”
Jet took a moment, before giving a thin smile.
“Thanks though.”
Of course, it all seemed logical to her, fear could make it seem logical. Mixed with a little pride and the comfort of an already solved problem. Everything from the basic principles of how it worked, to the worst possible failures - and their causes.
And even that, was a known quantity. In the real world, and in Fenspace. There was comfort in the known. Kohran understood that, at least. Better the devil you know, no matter how dangerous the devil.
Kohran's eyes fell to the case with the plans.
“Not building a bomb, is so much harder than building one.”
----------------
That only took 6 months. Apologies for the roughness.
Side note: Jet is wearing Quattro's Silver Cloak. Mackie joined the Night Witches because I had a really cool idea of a squadron of pilots that tatoo'd themselves with spells and stuff and that's a way to introduce it.
... crickets....?
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.