• Space Adventures Story

    From Suns@suns@news.eternal-september.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Wed May 27 06:38:05 2026
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    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some fixing
    was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Stay around to see how it will develop.
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  • From Suns@suns@news.eternal-september.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Wed May 27 06:40:42 2026
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    On Wed, 27 May 2026 06:38:05 -0000 (UTC), Suns wrote:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Stay around to see how it will develop.

    ### Chapter 1: The Layoff and the Dream

    Jack Marlowe had always been an engineer. Growing up in the sprawling industrial city of Ironhaven, he spent his childhood tinkering with gears
    and circuits, assembling everything from makeshift robots to rudimentary drones. His passion for engineering was evident early on, and by the time
    he was twenty-five, he had secured a prestigious job at Aegis Aerospace,
    one of the leading companies in advanced spacecraft design.

    Ironhaven was a city of steel and smoke, where the hum of machinery was as common as the city's heartbeat. Aegis Aerospace was renowned for pushing
    the boundaries of space exploration, developing cutting-edge technology
    that promised to revolutionize travel beyond the planets. JackrCOs days were filled with long hours in the design lab, collaborating with some of the brightest minds in the field, and nights spent poring over technical
    manuals and schematics.

    But change came unexpectedly. One foggy morning, as the first light of
    dawn crept over the skyline, Jack received an email that would alter the course of his life. Aegis Aerospace was undergoing restructuring. Budget
    cuts were inevitable, and his department, once bustling with activity, was
    now eerily quiet. The layoff notice was brief but clearrCohis position had been eliminated. The same could be said for many of his colleagues. The
    news spread like wildfire, igniting anxiety and uncertainty throughout the company.

    As Jack walked out of the sleek glass building for the last time, he felt
    a strange mix of relief and dread. Relief, because he no longer had to
    face the relentless pressure and deadlines; dread, because he had no idea
    what came next. His mind wandered as he made his way home, a city that
    once felt like his second home now seeming alien and unwelcoming.

    That evening, while scrolling through an old hobby website, Jack stumbled
    upon a peculiar listing. It was an advertisement for an abandoned
    starship, listed as rCLFor Sale rCo Vintage Model, Requires Major Restoration.rCY The shiprCOs description piqued his interest; it was an old model from the early days of space exploration, a relic from a time when
    Aegis Aerospace was still in its infancy. The thought of touching a piece
    of history, of giving new life to a forgotten marvel, was oddly
    comforting.

    Despite his recent professional upheaval, Jack felt a spark of curiosity
    and nostalgia. The starship seemed like a tangible link to the dreams he
    had as a young engineer. Could this old tech vessel be the key to a new beginning?

    After much contemplation, Jack made a decision. He would buy the ship. It would be a daunting task, one that required both financial and emotional investment, but it offered a chance to redefine himself. He envisioned
    turning the derelict spacecraft into a symbol of rebirthrConot just for the ship, but for his own life.

    The next morning, Jack started the process. He contacted the auction
    house, negotiated the terms of the purchase, and began researching
    everything he could about the shiprCOs make and model. His days became a
    blend of practical planning and nostalgic daydreams, imagining the shiprCOs potential and envisioning the journeys it could undertake once restored.

    Little did he know, this decision would set him on a path filled with unexpected challenges and profound discoveries. The city of Ironhaven,
    with its steel girders and shadowed alleys, would soon witness the
    awakening of a forgotten starfighter, and with it, the rebirth of an
    engineer who refused to let go of his dreams.

    ### The Purchase and First Impressions

    The auction house was a grand, marble-floored building located in the
    heart of Ironhaven, a stark contrast to the grimy streets outside. Jack arrived early, his heart pounding with anticipation. The auction room
    buzzed with a mixture of excitement and tension as potential buyers lined
    up to bid on the various spacecraft pieces and complete ships up for
    grabs. The item that caught Jack's eye was a faded photograph of a sleek, cobalt-blue starship, its design unmistakably vintage but radiating an
    aura of forgotten glory.

    As the auctioneer droned on about the specifications and history of the
    old tech starship, Jack felt a strange connection to the object before
    him. The listing had described it as "a pioneer vessel that once mapped uncharted territories," and for Jack, it felt like more than just a piece
    of machineryrCoit was a testament to human ingenuity and adventure.

    When the bidding began, Jack hesitated. The starting bid was modest, but
    the competition was fierce. He raised his paddle, the motion almost
    reflexive, and murmured a competitive bid. To his surprise, he won the
    ship with a total of 5,000 creditsrCoa fraction of what he had initially set aside, but still a significant sum for someone recently laid off. The realization hit him; this was no longer just a whimsical dream. The ship
    was his reality now.

    The days following the auction were a flurry of activity. Jack contacted
    the seller to arrange transportation and inspection. The ship was docked
    in a dilapidated hangar on the outskirts of the city, almost hidden among
    the rusting skeletons of other decommissioned vessels. The journey to the hangar was a familiar one; Jack navigated the industrial corridors of Ironhaven with ease, his mind already running scenarios for the
    restoration.

    Upon arrival, he stepped onto the creaking metal walkway, his boots
    echoing in the desolate silence. The hangar was dimly lit, the air thick
    with dust and the scent of aged metal. He approached the ship, each step a blend of trepidation and excitement. The hull was covered in rust streaks,
    and patches of missing plating revealed the skeletal structure beneath. Despite its state of disrepair, the starship exuded a rugged elegance, a ghostly beauty suspended in time.

    Jack ran his hands along the cold, pitted surface, feeling the texture of decades-old repairs and modifications. There were still traces of the
    original paint, a deep navy blue that hinted at its former glory. The
    cockpit window was cracked, but the control panels inside remained intact, their vintage dials and switches appearing almost welcoming.

    As he carefully entered the ship, each creak of the decking reminded him
    of the enormity of his endeavor. The cockpit, though cluttered with
    debris, offered a panoramic view of the control room. Jack began
    documenting the ship's condition, taking photographs and notesrCoa crucial step before any actual restoration could begin. The sheer scale of the
    task ahead was daunting, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose.

    In the coming days, Jack would delve deeper into the shiprCOs history,
    consult experts, and begin the painstaking process of restoration. But for now, standing amidst the remnants of a bygone era, he allowed himself a
    moment of quiet triumph. This old tech starship, buried in neglect and
    shadow, was his canvas. And in the heart of the industrial city of
    Ironhaven, a new chapter was about to unfold.

    ### Restoration Begins

    The initial days of Jack's restoration project were a whirlwind of
    planning, research, and sheer determination. He began by creating a comprehensive restoration plan, outlining every phase from the preliminary assessments to the final touches. This document became his roadmap,
    guiding him through the labyrinth of tasks ahead. He spent countless hours
    in his makeshift workshoprCoa converted garage in his modest apartmentrCo surrounded by blueprints, tools, and piles of salvaged parts.

    Jack's first order of business was a thorough inspection of the ship's structural integrity. He assembled a small team of trusted professionals: Lena, an aerospace engineer with a knack for material science; Milo, a
    skilled welder with years of experience on various decommissioned vessels;
    and Tara, an electrical systems expert who had once worked on vintage circuitry for historical projects. Each member brought a unique set of
    skills that complemented Jack's own engineering background.

    Their first meeting took place in JackrCOs workshop, the walls adorned with sketches of the starship and inspirational quotes from legendary
    astronauts. Over steaming mugs of coffee, they discussed the enormity of
    their mission but also the thrill of bringing a piece of history back to
    life. The camaraderie was immediate, forged in the shared ambition to resurrect the old tech starship.

    The initial challenge was clearing the ship of decades of accumulated
    debris and corrosive substances. MilorCOs expertise in welding proved invaluable as he carefully dismantled collapsed sections of the hull and reinforced weak points with new alloy plating. Tara focused on the
    internal systems, removing layers of rust and oxidized wires from the intricate electrical frameworks. Jack meticulously documented every step, understanding that preservation of original components was crucial to maintaining the ship's historical value.

    One afternoon, while clearing out the cockpit, Jack discovered an old
    logbook buried beneath a pile of insulation. The pages were yellowed but legible, filled with handwritten notes and flight logs from the starshiprCOs initial missions. This discovery added a personal dimension to their work; they weren't just restoring a machinerCothey were reviving a vessel with a rich, human history. Jack felt a profound connection to the engineers and astronauts who had once relied on this very ship to explore the cosmos.

    As the weeks turned into months, progress was steady but slow. The hull received a new skin of corrosion-resistant plating, the engines were disassembled and reassembled with enhanced efficiency, and the navigation systems were upgraded with modern technology while retaining their
    original aesthetic. Each completed task was a victory, celebrated with
    quiet pride in the workshop.

    Throughout the restoration, Jack often reflected on the broader
    implications of his endeavor. The ship symbolized more than just
    technological revival; it represented resilience and hope. In a world
    marked by industrial decay and economic hardship, the project was a beacon
    of possibility. Jack's determination was fueled not just by personal
    ambition but by a desire to inspire othersrCoto show that even in the face
    of overwhelming odds, passion and perseverance could yield extraordinary results.

    The journey was as much about self-discovery as it was about restoration.
    Jack learned to balance technical precision with creative problem-solving,
    to find joy in incremental progress, and to appreciate the profound connections forged through shared labor. As the starship gradually emerged from its state of dormancy, Jack knew he was not just rebuilding a
    spacecraft; he was rebuilding himself.

    In the heart of Ironhaven, amidst the clangor of hammers and the hum of machinery, a new dream was taking shaperCoone that promised to illuminate
    not just the void of space, but the depths of the human spirit.

    ### Reflections and Revelations

    As the starship took shape, Jack found himself often pausing to reflect on
    his journey. The restoration had become a mirror, reflecting not just the progress of the ship but the evolution of his own spirit. In the quiet
    moments between welding and circuitry adjustments, Jack contemplated the serendipity of his situation. The sudden layoff that had initially thrust
    him into uncertainty had inadvertently set him on a path of renewal and discovery.

    Jack's thoughts frequently wandered to his childhood, to the days spent tinkering in his modest workshop, fueled by a boundless curiosity and a
    dream of exploring the stars. The rigorous demands of his professional
    life at Aegis Aerospace had sometimes dulled that spark, but here, in the solitude of IronhavenrCOs industrial landscape, his childhood passion had
    been rekindled. He realized that the project was more than a professional endeavor; it was a return to his roots, a reconnection with his earliest aspirations.

    The process of restoring the old tech starship had become a metaphor for personal rebirth. Each challenge overcome, each technical hurdle
    surmounted, mirrored his own journey of self-discovery and resilience.
    Jack had learned that true innovation often sprang from a blend of respect
    for the past and a bold vision for the future. He found solace in this balance, drawing strength from the historical significance of the vessel
    he was reviving while pushing its capabilities into modern relevance.

    Daily, JackrCOs reflections deepened. The solitary work in the workshop, punctuated by the company of his dedicated team, fostered a sense of
    purpose that transcended the physical labor. He saw in the starshiprCOs restoration an allegory for human tenacityrCohow something abandoned could
    be rejuvenated, how dreams deferred could blossom anew. JackrCOs own dislocation from his career had been painful, yet it had carved out space
    for introspection and growth.

    The shiprCOs logbook, now a treasured artifact, reminded him constantly of
    the human stories interwoven with technological advancement. The names and notes within its pages spoke of courage, curiosity, and the unending quest
    to push beyond known boundaries. Jack felt a kinship with those who had
    come before him, a sense of continuity that bridged generations of
    explorers.

    In the quiet hours, when the clangor of tools and the hum of machinery receded, Jack contemplated the broader implications of his project. The starship's revival was not merely an act of preservation but a statement
    of hoperCoa demonstration that even in a world marked by decay and uncertainty, there existed the potential for remarkable resurgence. It was
    a lesson in faith, both in oneself and in the enduring power of human ingenuity.

    JackrCOs reflections also turned towards the future, to the possibilities
    that the starship's rebirth might herald. He envisioned it not just as a vessel for exploration, but as a symbol of the indomitable spirit that
    drove humanity to reach for the stars. In bringing this craft back to
    life, he was, in a way, redefining his own destiny. The project had become
    a beacon of possibility, illuminating paths not just for the starship, but
    for the broader community of Ironhaven.

    Through this process, Jack discovered that true innovation was as much
    about emotional and intellectual renewal as it was about technical
    prowess. The old tech starship had given him more than a second career; it
    had offered a profound lesson in resilience, purpose, and the boundless potential of the human spirit. And as the ship slowly took form, Jack knew that both he and his creation were poised to embark on a journey far
    greater than any single one of them could have imagined.

    ### The Cosmic Call

    One crisp evening, as the sun dipped below the steel horizon of Ironhaven, Jack received an unexpected visitor. It was Lena, his aerospace engineer friend, clutching a small, weathered data pad. The look in her eyes
    conveyed both urgency and excitement. They sat in Jack's workshop, the
    ambient light casting long shadows over the half-restored starship.

    Lena uploaded a set of encrypted files onto the pad, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. Jack's heart raced as he decrypted the data. The
    files were schematics, but not of any ship they recognized. These were advanced designs, far ahead of anything currently in userCoblueprints for a deep space explorer equipped with experimental propulsion systems.

    "This could be groundbreaking," Lena murmured, her eyes gleaming with a
    mix of admiration and apprehension. "These designs... they suggest
    technology we've only read about in theory."

    Jack's mind whirred. The old tech starship had been a relic, but these schematics hinted at a potential leap forward. "Do you think itrCOs feasible to integrate this into our current project?" he asked, feeling the weight
    of possibility.

    Lena nodded. "It would require significant modifications, but it's not impossible. If we can decode the propulsion system, we could be looking at
    a craft that's centuries ahead of its time."

    The potential implications were staggering. This wasn't just about
    restoring a ship; this was about pushing the boundaries of what was
    thought possible. Jack felt a renewed surge of determination. The project
    had already given him a new lease on life, but now it seemed to be on the
    cusp of something extraordinary.

    "But there are risks," Lena cautioned. "Experimental tech can be unpredictable. WerCOd need to thoroughly understand every component before even thinking about implementation."

    Jack agreed, knowing all too well the balance between ambition and
    caution. "We'll start by analyzing the core elements. If this is as revolutionary as it seems, we could be on the brink of a new era in space exploration."

    As they left the workshop that night, the city of Ironhaven seemed to hum
    with a new energy, as if the very air buzzed with potential. Jack felt a
    deep sense of purpose. He had taken on the seemingly impossible task of restoring an old tech starship, only to find himself on the verge of pioneering something monumental.

    The next steps were clear, yet daunting. They would need to assemble a
    team of top-tier scientists and engineers, secure funding for the
    experimental components, and perhaps most importantly, secure the legal
    and ethical clearance to pursue such groundbreaking work. But Jack was undeterred. This was his chance to not just rebuild a ship, but to
    redefine the future.

    In the days that followed, Jack poured himself into decoding the advanced schematics, driven by a vision that transcended personal ambition. He saw
    a future where the starship, once a forgotten relic, would lead humanity
    to new frontiers. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but
    Jack was ready to face them head-on.

    As the starship slowly took shape, the world around him seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see if the dreams of the past could indeed illuminate
    the path to the stars.

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  • From Suns@suns@news.eternal-september.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Wed May 27 06:46:00 2026
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    On Wed, 27 May 2026 06:38:05 -0000 (UTC), Suns wrote:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Stay around to see how it will develop.

    **Chapter 2: The Crucible of Restoration**

    The starshiprCodubbed *AurorarCOs Wake* by JackrCowas no longer a skeleton of rust, but a hulking silhouette of potential. Its hull, once pitted and scarred, gleamed with fresh plating where repairs had been made.
    The engines roared to life for the first full test run, sputtering with a metallic groan before settling into a steady hum. Jack leaned against the cockpit window, his hands still smudged with grease, as the shiprCOs systems flickered online.

    rCLStatus report,rCY Lena called from the bridge, her voice sharp with focus. The engineerrCOs eyes were fixed on a holographic display, fingers dancing over a tablet as she cross-referenced telemetry data.

    rCLFuel injectors are stable,rCY she said, tapping the screen. rCLPropulsion matrix aligns with the schematics. ButrCarCY Her voice faltered. rCLThe navigation systemrCOs still glitching. ItrCOs defaulting to pre-2020 coordinates. We need to calibrate.rCY

    Milo, perched on a stack of crates near the engine compartment, grunted.
    The welderrCOs calloused hands were streaked with oil, his eyes squinting at
    a tangle of wires. rCLOld tech doesnrCOt play nice with new. Those vintage circuits were never meant for hyperdrive.
    WerCOll need to patch the interface ourselves.rCY

    Tara, crouched beside a cluster of corroded panels in the shiprCOs core,
    held up a flickering screen. rCLThe power gridrCOs still inconsistent. If we overload the main reactor to sync with the new systems, werCOll blow a fuse.
    And maybe the reactor itself.rCY

    Jack exhaled, rolling his shoulders. rCLWerCOve got this. We started with this thing, remember? No one said itrCOd be easy, but werCOll make it work.rCY

    They fell into a rhythm of trial and error. Lena rewired the navigation software, her brow furrowed as she muttered, rCL*This* is why they called it rCyexperimental.rCOrCY
    Milo soldered new junctions into the enginerCOs control panels, his fingers steady despite the tension. Tara rewired the reactorrCOs core, her voice
    low: rCLIf werCOre off by even 0.5%, werCOll burn out the stabilizers. Stay sharp.rCY

    By dawn, the ship was functionalrCo*almost* functional. The engines purred smoothly, the navigation screens flickered with coherent coordinates, and
    the reactor hummed at a steady 87% capacity.
    But when Jack keyed the ignition, the ship lurched violently. Alarms
    blared.

    rCLStabilizers!rCY Lena shouted, scrambling to the controls. rCLWerCOre not aligned!rCY

    Milo yanked a lever, grunting. rCLReactorrCOs fluctuating. We need more time.rCY

    TararCOs hands flew over a keyboard. rCLJack, the thrustersrCotheyrCOre not responding to the input. The interface is still mismatched.rCY

    Jack gritted his teeth. rCLThen we sync the systems. Right now.rCY He turned to Lena. rCLCan you override the navigation?rCY

    She nodded, typing furiously. rCLIrCOm rerouting the signal through the auxiliary drive. ItrCOll take three seconds.rCY

    The ship steadied. The engines roared again, smoother this time. Jack let
    out a breath he didnrCOt know herCOd been holding.

    rCLGood,rCY Milo said, leaning back with a grin. rCLNow, letrCOs see if we can make this thing *useful*.rCY

    ---

    By mid-morning, the *AurorarCOs Wake* sat docked in a cramped but functional hangar on IronhavenrCOs industrial outskirts. The team had spent days
    clearing decades of grime and debris, scrubbing the hull with high-
    pressure hoses and scraping rust with wire brushes.
    Now, the ship gleamedrCoa sleek, cobalt-blue vessel with a dented nose and a new, reinforced cockpit.

    rCLAlright,rCY Jack said, clapping his hands. rCLWe need a cargo run. This thingrCOs not staying in dry dock forever. We need to prove it can *work*.rCY

    Lena frowned. rCLWhat kind of cargo? The black marketrCOs full of shady deals, but we need a legitimate client first.rCY

    Milo shrugged. rCLThe old freight depot downtown is looking for a shipment
    of industrial parts. TheyrCOre willing to pay upfront. LetrCOs start there.rCY

    Tara tapped her tablet. rCLThe depotrCOs warehouse is two blocks over. WerCOll need to load the crates, test the cargo bay, and make sure the ship can
    handle the weight.rCY

    rCLPerfect,rCY Jack said. rCLLena, check the manifest. What do we have?rCY

    Lena pulled up a list. rCLSteel girders, alloy beams, and a few crates of machineryrCostandard industrial supplies. Not much, but itrCOs solid. WerCOll need to secure them in the cargo hold, distribute the weight evenly, and
    run a systems check before lift-off.rCY

    Milo grinned. rCLIrCOll handle the loading. Tara, you take the cargo bay. IrCOll
    rig the cranes. Lena, you oversee the manifests and double-check the
    weight distribution.rCY

    Jack nodded. rCLLetrCOs move. And rememberrCo*this* is our first test. No shortcuts.rCY

    ---

    The loading took hours. The girders and beams were heavy, but the
    *AurorarCOs Wake*rCOs reinforced frame handled them without straining. Tara directed the cranes with precision, securing each crate in the cargo hold. rCLWeight distributionrCOs goodrCo12 tons total, balanced across the hold,rCY she
    reported. rCLEngines are primed.rCY

    Lena cross-checked the manifests. rCLDouble-checked. No discrepancies. All systems nominal.rCY

    Milo grunted as he tightened bolts on the cranerCOs control panel. rCLSherCOs good to go. Just donrCOt blow a gasket before we leave.rCY

    Jack climbed into the cockpit, gripping the controls. rCLFinal checks.
    Systems online? Engines primed? Tara, confirm.rCY

    rCLYep. ReactorrCOs at 95%, thrusters green-lit.rCY

    rCLLena, confirm navigation.rCY

    rCLCoordinates locked. WerCOre good to lift.rCY

    Jack exhaled. rCLClear for departure. LetrCOs show Ironhaven what this shiprCOs
    capable of.rCY

    ---

    The ascent was slow, but steady. As the *AurorarCOs Wake* climbed above the city, Jack pressed his palm to the cockpit glass. Below, Ironhaven stretchedrCoa patchwork of steel towers and smog-choked streets.
    The shiprCOs hull gleamed under the morning sun, no longer a relic, but a promise.

    Lena glanced over. rCLYou good?rCY

    Jack smiled faintly. rCLBetter than good. WerCOre finally *usable*.rCY

    Milo whooped, slapping the controls. rCLLetrCOs hit the stars.rCY

    Tara rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked. rCLJust donrCOt crash into a mountain, Milo.rCY

    The ship leveled out, its engines humming in harmony. JackrCOs gaze lingered on the horizon. The first cargo run was over. But the real journeyrCo*their* journeyrCowas just beginning.

    Somewhere in the void, a new mission waited.

    And the *AurorarCOs Wake* was ready.

    End of Chapter 2
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  • From Suns@suns@news.eternal-september.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Wed May 27 06:47:22 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Wed, 27 May 2026 06:38:05 -0000 (UTC), Suns wrote:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Stay around to see how it will develop.

    **Chapter 3: The Weight of Stars**

    The *AurorarCOs Wake* sliced through the upper atmosphere like a blade
    through silk, its engines burning clean and efficient. JackrCOs hands
    hovered over the control yokes, his eyes flicking between the navigation display and the cargo bay readout. LenarCOs voice crackled over the comms, calm but sharp.

    rCLLander Station Bravo, this is AurorarCOs Wake. Confirm cargo status?rCY

    rCLCopy, AurorarCOs Wake. All 12 tons secured. No anomalies detected,rCY Lena replied.

    Milo, stationed at the rear crane, let out a satisfied grunt. rCLWerCOre flying like a dream. No strain on the frame, no hiccups in the
    thrusters.rCY

    Tara, monitoring the reactorrCOs steady hum from the engineering deck,
    nodded. rCLFuel reserves are good. WerCOre within 3% of optimal efficiency.rCY

    Jack smiled faintly. rCLThen letrCOs make it count.rCY

    ---

    The descent into Lander Station Bravo was smooth. The stationrCOs docking
    arm extended, its magnetic clamps engaging with a soft *thunk*. Jack
    guided the ship with deliberate precision, the cargo bay lights flickering
    as the girders and machinery settled into place.

    rCLCargo bay sealed,rCY Lena confirmed. rCLAll systems green.rCY

    MilorCOs fingers danced over the load locks. rCLReady for the lift-off sequence.rCY

    TararCOs voice cut in, steady and urgent. rCLWait. The stationrCOs receiving a distress call. A smaller freighter, *The Eclipse*, is in a solar flare zonerCosherCOs losing altitude fast. WerCOre the closest ship with a clear trajectory to assist.rCY

    JackrCOs jaw tightened. rCLWe donrCOt have time to divert. ThatrCOs a 12-hour detour.rCY

    rCLOr we risk losing her,rCY Lena said. rCLHer coordinates are 40,000 kilometers
    ahead. We can reach her in 45 minutes.rCY

    JackrCOs gaze flicked to the navigation screen. The *Eclipse* was a speck on the edge of the stationrCOs sensors, its hull flickering with emergency lights. rCLMilo, can you adjust thrusters for a mid-course correction?rCY

    Milo grunted, pulling levers. rCLEngines can handle it, but werCOll need to reroute 15% of power from the cargo bay. ThatrCOll slow us down.rCY

    rCLDo it.rCY

    The ship shuddered as the engines roared, veering off course. TararCOs
    fingers flew across her console. rCLReactorrCOs at 88%rCowerCOre bleeding some capacity, but werCOve got enough.rCY

    Jack exhaled. rCLTara, keep the shields up. Lena, recalculate the *Eclipse*rCOs trajectory. Milo, monitor the structural integrity.rCY

    ---

    The *Eclipse* was a tattered husk, its hull scarred by micrometeorites.
    The freighterrCOs captain, a gaunt woman named Kaela, clung to the viewport, her voice crackling over the comms. rCLWerCOre losing altitude! My engines are shotrCocan yourCa can you stabilize us?rCY

    Jack didnrCOt hesitate. rCLAurorarCOs Wake, this is your lifeline. Prepare for a
    controlled descent. WerCOll match your trajectory.rCY

    The *AurorarCOs Wake* closed the gap, its thrusters adjusting with surgical precision. LenarCOs hands moved like a pianistrCOs, rerouting power and recalibrating the *Eclipse*rCOs systems. rCLStabilizers online. YourCOll be safe.rCY

    MilorCOs voice was tight. rCLGot it. Now hold steady.rCY

    The two ships drifted together, the *Eclipse*rCOs lights flickering as JackrCOs team synchronized their thrusters. TararCOs fingers brushed the reactorrCOs edge. rCLI canrCOt hold this much longerrCarCY

    rCLThen werCOll hold it *together*,rCY Jack said.

    The *AurorarCOs Wake* surged forward, its engines roaring as it matched the *Eclipse*rCOs descent. KaelarCOs voice cracked. rCLWerCOrerCa werCOre in the atmosphere. How much longer?rCY

    rCLFive minutes,rCY Jack said. rCLThen we land together.rCY

    The *Eclipse*rCOs hull groaned as it plummeted. The *AurorarCOs Wake*rCOs shields flared, absorbing the brunt of the shock. LenarCOs hands trembled as she manipulated the controls. rCLEngines are overheatingrCa I canrCOt stabilize
    further!rCY

    rCLThen we *become* the shield,rCY Jack said, gripping the yoke.

    The *AurorarCOs Wake* veered sharply, its thrusters blasting a controlled counter-current. The *Eclipse* stabilized, its hull creaking but intact. KaelarCOs voice was a whisper. rCLWerCOrerCa werCOre alive.rCY

    The ship touched down with a shudder, landing in the stationrCOs maintenance yard. The crew rushed out, cheering. Kaela collapsed into MilorCOs arms, sobbing.

    rCLYourCa you saved us,rCY she said.

    Milo nodded, wiping soot from his face. rCLThatrCOs what werCOre here for.rCY

    ---

    Back on the *AurorarCOs Wake*, the team breathed a collective sigh. Lena checked the manifests. rCLWerCOre still within 2% of our fuel capacity. We could do another run today.rCY

    Tara frowned. rCLBut the next cargorCa itrCOs not just parts. The client wants a
    *quantum core*rCoa prototype from the research station on Kael-7. ItrCOs unstable. If werCOre not precise, it could blow the ship apart.rCY

    Jack stared at the navigation screen. rCLWerCOve never handled anything like that. ButrCa werCOve done it before.rCY

    LenarCOs brow furrowed. rCLThe corerCOs frequency is 4.7 terahertz. Our systems
    are only rated for 4.5. WerCOll need to build a custom filter.rCY

    Milo snorted. rCLGreat. So werCOre building a *custom* filter while also hauling a quantum bomb?rCY

    JackrCOs smile was grim. rCLThatrCOs the plan.rCY

    TararCOs voice softened. rCLThe Kael-7 station is 200,000 kilometers out. If werCOre lucky, we can reach it by dusk. But if the core destabilizesrCarCY

    rCLThen we donrCOt leave,rCY Jack said. rCLWe find another way. WerCOre not just a
    cargo team anymore. WerCOre pioneers.rCY

    Lena nodded. rCLWerCOll need to test the filter first. Tara, yourCOll run simulations. Lena, recalibrate the schematics. MilorCorCY

    rCLStill here to throw wrenches at the right moments?rCY

    Tara laughed. rCLAlways.rCY

    As the team sprang into action, Jack remained at the viewport, watching
    the stars. The *AurorarCOs Wake* had found its purposerConot just in restoring ships, but in carrying the weight of the unknown. And the next run would
    test everything theyrCOd built.

    Somewhere beyond the horizon, the quantum core pulsed with danger.

    But so did they.


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  • From Steve Coltrin@spcoltri@omcl.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Wed May 27 08:49:13 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    begin fnord
    Suns <suns@news.eternal-september.org> writes:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Go away.
    --
    Steve Coltrin spcoltri@omcl.org
    "A group known as the League of Human Dignity helped arrange for Deuel
    to be driven to a local livestock scale, where he could be weighed."
    - Associated Press
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  • From suns@suns@eternal-september.org to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Thu May 28 13:29:10 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Wed, 27 May 2026 08:49:13 -0600
    Steve Coltrin <spcoltri@omcl.org> wrote:

    begin fnord
    Suns <suns@news.eternal-september.org> writes:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Go away.


    no, thanks

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  • From Someone Else@someone.else@example.com.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Thu May 28 13:40:21 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    In Message-ID:<20260528132910.2c89b06b@APU.suns>,
    suns <suns@eternal-september.org> wrote:

    On Wed, 27 May 2026 08:49:13 -0600
    Steve Coltrin <spcoltri@omcl.org> wrote:

    begin fnord
    Suns <suns@news.eternal-september.org> writes:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Go away.


    no, thanks

    I guess that means we'll all just have to killfile you.

    Plonk.
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  • From djheydt@djheydt@kithrup.com (Dorothy J Heydt) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Thu May 28 17:31:35 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    In article <20260528132910.2c89b06b@APU.suns>,
    suns <suns@eternal-september.org> wrote:
    On Wed, 27 May 2026 08:49:13 -0600
    Steve Coltrin <spcoltri@omcl.org> wrote:

    begin fnord
    Suns <suns@news.eternal-september.org> writes:

    I will post my first scify story, mostly is written by me, but some
    fixing was done with AI, english is not my first language.

    Go away.


    no, thanks

    [Hal Heydt]
    I find your domain name oddly appropriate. NOw please stop
    posting your story here.
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  • From Gary McGath@garym@mcgath.com to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Thu May 28 13:57:51 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On 5/28/26 1:40 PM, Someone Else wrote:


    I guess that means we'll all just have to killfile you.

    Plonk.

    Already did that, but had to do it again since this person has two
    similar but distinct addresses.

    There are certainly newsgroups for such things, but this is the wrong one.
    --
    Gary McGath http://www.mcgath.com
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  • From Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?=@ldo@nz.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Fri May 29 23:39:37 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Wed, 27 May 2026 06:46:00 -0000 (UTC), Suns wrote:

    rCLStatus report,rCY Lena called from the bridge, her voice sharp with
    focus. The engineerrCOs eyes were fixed on a holographic display,
    fingers dancing over a tablet as she cross-referenced telemetry
    data.

    rCLFuel injectors are stable,rCY she said, tapping the screen.
    rCLPropulsion matrix aligns with the schematics. ButrCarCY Her voice faltered. rCLThe navigation systemrCOs still glitching. ItrCOs defaulting
    to pre-2020 coordinates. We need to calibrate.rCY

    Somehow, everybody in the future will be a graduate from Starfleet
    Academy with spaceship engineering skills. Presumably they will come
    from a country with a strong tradition in science and technology
    education.

    I.e. probably not the USA.
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  • From Lynn McGuire@lynnmcguire5@gmail.com to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sat May 30 00:06:07 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On 5/29/2026 6:39 PM, Lawrence DrCOOliveiro wrote:
    On Wed, 27 May 2026 06:46:00 -0000 (UTC), Suns wrote:

    rCLStatus report,rCY Lena called from the bridge, her voice sharp with
    focus. The engineerrCOs eyes were fixed on a holographic display,
    fingers dancing over a tablet as she cross-referenced telemetry
    data.

    rCLFuel injectors are stable,rCY she said, tapping the screen.
    rCLPropulsion matrix aligns with the schematics. ButrCarCY Her voice
    faltered. rCLThe navigation systemrCOs still glitching. ItrCOs defaulting
    to pre-2020 coordinates. We need to calibrate.rCY

    Somehow, everybody in the future will be a graduate from Starfleet
    Academy with spaceship engineering skills. Presumably they will come
    from a country with a strong tradition in science and technology
    education.

    I.e. probably not the USA.

    Why, because we are adding an A to our STEM education?

    Lynn

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  • From kludge@kludge@panix.com (Scott Dorsey) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sat May 30 01:48:02 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?= <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:

    Somehow, everybody in the future will be a graduate from Starfleet
    Academy with spaceship engineering skills. Presumably they will come
    from a country with a strong tradition in science and technology
    education.

    Gernsback was like that. And they wouldn't stop explaining them. I think
    that is one of the big innovations of Asimov and the authors of his era, introducing real characters who don't know how anything works but who use
    it all anyway.
    --scott
    --
    "C'est un Nagra. C'est suisse, et tres, tres precis."
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  • From Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?=@ldo@nz.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sat May 30 06:24:31 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Sat, 30 May 2026 00:06:07 -0500, Lynn McGuire wrote:

    On 5/29/2026 6:39 PM, Lawrence DrCOOliveiro wrote:

    I.e. probably not the USA.

    Why, because we are adding an A to our STEM education?

    Because science denialism is on the rise, aided and abetted by your
    actual Government.
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  • From kludge@kludge@panix.com (Scott Dorsey) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sat May 30 05:08:57 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?= <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:
    On Sat, 30 May 2026 00:06:07 -0500, Lynn McGuire wrote:

    On 5/29/2026 6:39 PM, Lawrence DrCOOliveiro wrote:

    I.e. probably not the USA.

    Why, because we are adding an A to our STEM education?

    Because science denialism is on the rise, aided and abetted by your
    actual Government.

    I think its the other way around. Science denialism is on the rise due
    to such poor education in science.
    --scott
    --
    "C'est un Nagra. C'est suisse, et tres, tres precis."
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  • From prd@prd@pauldormer.cix.co.uk (Paul Dormer) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sat May 30 13:28:40 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    In article <10vdtmi$gi4$1@panix2.panix.com>, kludge@panix.com (Scott
    Dorsey) wrote:

    Gernsback was like that. And they wouldn't stop explaining them. I
    think
    that is one of the big innovations of Asimov and the authors of his
    era,
    introducing real characters who don't know how anything works but who
    use
    it all anyway.

    I recall Randall Garrett wrote a Gernsback parody in which two commuters
    in New York explain to each other how a subway train works.
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  • From Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?=@ldo@nz.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 00:41:35 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Sat, 30 May 2026 13:27 +0100 (BST), Paul Dormer wrote:

    I recall Randall Garrett wrote a Gernsback parody in which two
    commuters in New York explain to each other how a subway train
    works.

    His own SF work may have been amusing in unintended ways in
    retrospect, but the guy was absolutely indefatigable in creating
    magazines, not just for SF, but to promote electronics and advanced
    technology in general.

    And he was an inventor, too.
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  • From djheydt@djheydt@kithrup.com (Dorothy J Heydt) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 03:20:37 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    In article <10vg03v$176f7$3@dont-email.me>,
    Lawrence D Oliveiro <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:
    On Sat, 30 May 2026 13:27 +0100 (BST), Paul Dormer wrote:

    I recall Randall Garrett wrote a Gernsback parody in which two
    commuters in New York explain to each other how a subway train
    works.

    His own SF work may have been amusing in unintended ways in
    retrospect, but the guy was absolutely indefatigable in creating
    magazines, not just for SF, but to promote electronics and advanced >technology in general.

    And he was an inventor, too.

    [Hal Heydt]
    Not the only SF author also an inventor. E. E. Smith had a
    patent on a method of getting powdered sugar to stick to
    doughnuts.
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  • From Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?=@ldo@nz.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 05:46:55 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Sun, 31 May 2026 03:20:37 GMT, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:

    E. E. Smith had a patent on a method of getting powdered sugar to
    stick to doughnuts.

    Not nearly as zany as Gernsback, then ...
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  • From Bernard Peek@bap@shrdlu.com to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 07:49:36 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On 2026-05-31, Lawrence DrCOOliveiro <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:
    On Sat, 30 May 2026 13:27 +0100 (BST), Paul Dormer wrote:

    I recall Randall Garrett wrote a Gernsback parody in which two
    commuters in New York explain to each other how a subway train
    works.

    His own SF work may have been amusing in unintended ways in
    retrospect, but the guy was absolutely indefatigable in creating
    magazines, not just for SF, but to promote electronics and advanced technology in general.

    His decision to publish the full addresses in the lettercol whas what made fanzine fandom possible. We must be coming up to the centenary of the
    invention of interactive social media.
    --
    Bernard Peek
    bap@shrdlu.com
    Wigan
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  • From kludge@kludge@panix.com (Scott Dorsey) to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 04:49:59 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?= <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:
    On Sun, 31 May 2026 03:20:37 GMT, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:

    E. E. Smith had a patent on a method of getting powdered sugar to
    stick to doughnuts.

    Not nearly as zany as Gernsback, then ...

    Yes, but Doc Smith actually made money off that invention. And Gernsback
    never really made anything off of inventing radar, etc.
    --scott
    --
    "C'est un Nagra. C'est suisse, et tres, tres precis."
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  • From Lawrence =?iso-8859-13?q?D=FFOliveiro?=@ldo@nz.invalid to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 09:31:37 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    On Sun, 31 May 2026 04:49:59 -0400 (EDT), Scott Dorsey wrote:

    On Sun, 31 May 2026 05:46:55 -0000 (UTC), Lawrence DrCOOliveiro wrote:

    On Sun, 31 May 2026 03:20:37 GMT, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:

    E. E. Smith had a patent on a method of getting powdered sugar to
    stick to doughnuts.

    Not nearly as zany as Gernsback, then ...

    Yes, but Doc Smith actually made money off that invention. And
    Gernsback never really made anything off of inventing radar, etc.

    Sure, no question that there were lots of inventors more
    practically-oriented than old Hugo. But he was a visionary, wasnrCOt he?

    <https://web.archive.org/web/20090521103958/http://www.life.com/image/72386721/in-gallery/25371/30-dumb-inventions>

    Also, I think his magazines were his main commercial successes.
    Possibly because he paid his contributors little or nothing ...
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  • From Robert Woodward@robertaw@drizzle.com to rec.arts.sf.fandom on Sun May 31 21:44:58 2026
    From Newsgroup: rec.arts.sf.fandom

    In article <n827ggFqea4U1@mid.individual.net>,
    Bernard Peek <bap@shrdlu.com> wrote:

    On 2026-05-31, Lawrence DrCOOliveiro <ldo@nz.invalid> wrote:
    On Sat, 30 May 2026 13:27 +0100 (BST), Paul Dormer wrote:

    I recall Randall Garrett wrote a Gernsback parody in which two
    commuters in New York explain to each other how a subway train
    works.

    His own SF work may have been amusing in unintended ways in
    retrospect, but the guy was absolutely indefatigable in creating
    magazines, not just for SF, but to promote electronics and advanced technology in general.

    His decision to publish the full addresses in the lettercol whas what made fanzine fandom possible. We must be coming up to the centenary of the invention of interactive social media.

    Amateur Press Associations are older. The National Amateur Press
    Association, perhaps the very first one, is 150 years old.
    --
    "We have advanced to new and surprising levels of bafflement."
    Imperial Auditor Miles Vorkosigan describes progress in _Komarr_. rCo-----------------------------------------------------
    Robert Woodward robertaw@drizzle.com
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