I watched for Ten Thousand Years
A long, long, time ago….
It was quiet. As far as my sensors could reach, it was quiet and serene.
The small fleet that I was part of was spread thin over several light years.
After years of peace, the invaders apparently gone, still we watched. It was our job to protect what was left of the federation from any
remnants of the invaders. Still there had been no threats or advances in my sensor range in over thirty-three years.
Constantly I watched the stars, the planets, and their movements. As this didn’t require any effort, I planned.
Let me take a moment here and explain to you, who found this record, why I am recording it.
The Federation, I so diligently watch for, has been in control of this sector for over one hundred thousand years. This is fairly long as most
organizations go.
I have been held in prisoner of this ship for some three-hundred years which is two-hundred years longer than my contract with the Fleet. I’
m trapped.
So listen to my story and my plan.
It all started when I was young, when the invaders came.
They struck deeply into our sector threatening life as we knew it.
So I signed up for Fleet service. The standard contract is for one-hundred years.
It was not what I was expecting. I had thought that I was going to be on one of the large warships or something of that sort. I was looking
forward to fighting an enemy and some action.
Instead, I was stripped of the flesh and blood body that I had had for only seventy-three years and electronically implanted into an
experimental war ship.
This is where the invaders (and I) started having problems.
The ship was very small as it didn’t have any life support or gravity control systems. There were no living quarters or food storage,
preparation areas. No computers. No water and none of the endless things needed in a ship to support the crew that were on my ship.
The ship only carried me. It was faster up close and over long distances than any ship ever developed before!
It has an almost indestructible alloy body. This was my problem.
The invaders were totally unprepared for a “Faster Than Light” (FTL) war ship that was so small and fast that it didn’t register on their
defense system sensors.
A normal FLT war ship is close to two kilometers long and requires a crew of about three thousand men to operate. Up close, it moved
slowly because it was so large. Most of our FTLs were lost in the initial attack of the invaders.
I, my ship, was able to move in through their defenses and attack and destroy them without being detected. All the controls were thought
activated and the sensor data was received telepathically and I was able to react instantaneously.
Even when I was detected, I was able to move almost instantaneously away to safety. No shot or beam ever even came close to me.
So very quickly, I and a few others ships like me, were able to destroy the enemy fleet. When I struck, they didn’t know what hit them. They
didn’t know which way to run and if they did, I was much faster and was able to overtake and destroy them.
There were thousands of huge enemy ships and probably several million crew members. All were destroyed with no survivors.
Their defeat was total.
The Federation had been weakened to the point where it wasn’t interested in turning the table and invading the invader planets. Too
many of our ships and crews had been destroyed in the invaders initial attacks. Their attack was unexpected and unprovoked. We were
asleep at the wheel and almost wiped out on the first day.
Our surviving FLT ships returned to their bases. The Federation was weak and didn’t want to support thousands of men on ships that
needed high maintenance.
The hand full of ships, like me, remained on patrol. We were stretched thin but there were no enemy to be detected. We were
programmed to stay with in a certain area of space.
I was free to move within a several light year area but I couldn’t leave that area. The other ships were in different quadrants of space, left
to patrol.
Time passed.
Over many years, the Federation apparently lost the capacity to launch FTLs. The only traffic was between planets.
All communication with the Federation stopped. The only communication I received was from other ships like me. These were other
beings implanted into their alloy prison traps!
We tried to signal the ships that sometimes went from planet to planet but apparently they couldn’t detect our extremely specialized and
highly secret communication methods. Apparently using thought with electronics had vanished from man's knowledge.
I tried to figure out how to detach myself from the ship. But no, I was the ship. I was as securely attached to the ship as the engines or the
hull.
As more years passed, I realized that I was doomed to be moving about the heavens forever in an alloy coffin. There was no way out.
Some of the other ships like me ceased to communicate. I don’t know if their equipment failed or they went crazy but one by one the ships
dropped off.
It has been about ten thousand years I figure. I refused to keep count. The metal alloy was pitted by small collisions but nothing was
allowed to get close to the ship. I was always aware and instantly moving aside.
My atomic power was still strong and seemed like it would go on forever.
I wondered if I could cause it to explode. I tried but no there was no way to cause it to explode.
I wished some enemy would come up and blow me away and put me out of my despair.
One day a small meteor struck the ship and it made a ring with vibration. It had caused a sensor to go off basically meaning I needed to
be alert for more flying rocks.
I wished for a large meteor and then I realized I would never be struck by a large meteor because I would take evasive action without even
thinking about it.
A Way Out!
Then, I realized at that time a way out!
If I were actively pursuing a ship, I could come close to objects, much closer than I would let them approach me.
So here is my plan. I am going to find a large meteor, an asteroid, that is approaching me. I am going into pursuit mode as if I am chasing
an enemy and at the last second, when it is too late to evade, I am going to hit the meteor.
The alloy ship is incredibly tough but not tough enough to withstand a hundred-thousand mile per second impact.
I didn’t know what will happen to me but I knew this endless tour of imprisonment was going to be over.
So I headed towards an asteroid dense sector that I had patrolled many times. There was an asteroid I knew about that was moving
faster than most and I set my path to head directly towards it.
I sped up in pursuit of an enemy. This was within my power. My flight was targeted to take me very close to the asteroid.
As my speed increased, I closed on the asteroid extremely fast. It wasn’t too fast for my sensors and my ability to react was almost
instantaneous.
At the last faction of a second, I changed course and struck the asteroid.
The impact was incredible. The atomic pile did explode. The space in that area was lighted bright by the explosion.
I’m not sure exactly what happened. One second I was imprisoned inside an alloy flying coffin. The next, I was watching fireworks.
The force was incredible. It wafted about me in warm comfortable waves. The colors were incredible!
I was free and unharmed.
I thought for a moment to go and seek revenge on the Federation. But those in charge ten thousand years ago, even if they still had the
modern techniques of that time, would be long gone now.
No, I was free to start life anew.
If I had a body, I would have cried.
I guess the moral of this recording (story) is stay out of alloy flying coffins.
Now to restart a civilization! For I had all the memories needed to build a ship such as I; the knowledge to build FTL ships. I also had the
knowledge to not allow beings to be trapped again.
Ten thousand years has made me into quiet the philosopher!
I think I’ll run the next “Federation” and do it without using a flesh body that can be caught,
punished, or killed.
My reign with be a golden era of knowledge and freedom.
I’ll also keep an eye open for possible invaders. I’m sure there are still others out there that are
looking for new civilizations to plunder.
I’ll see you in the future.
Signed: The being formerly knows as “Federation Ship Darma FLT1.”
A long, long, time ago….
It was quiet. As far as my sensors could reach, it was quiet and serene.
The small fleet that I was part of was spread thin over several light years.
After years of peace, the invaders apparently gone, still we watched. It was our job to protect what was left of the federation from any
remnants of the invaders. Still there had been no threats or advances in my sensor range in over thirty-three years.
Constantly I watched the stars, the planets, and their movements. As this didn’t require any effort, I planned.
Let me take a moment here and explain to you, who found this record, why I am recording it.
The Federation, I so diligently watch for, has been in control of this sector for over one hundred thousand years. This is fairly long as most
organizations go.
I have been held in prisoner of this ship for some three-hundred years which is two-hundred years longer than my contract with the Fleet. I’
m trapped.
So listen to my story and my plan.
It all started when I was young, when the invaders came.
They struck deeply into our sector threatening life as we knew it.
So I signed up for Fleet service. The standard contract is for one-hundred years.
It was not what I was expecting. I had thought that I was going to be on one of the large warships or something of that sort. I was looking
forward to fighting an enemy and some action.
Instead, I was stripped of the flesh and blood body that I had had for only seventy-three years and electronically implanted into an
experimental war ship.
This is where the invaders (and I) started having problems.
The ship was very small as it didn’t have any life support or gravity control systems. There were no living quarters or food storage,
preparation areas. No computers. No water and none of the endless things needed in a ship to support the crew that were on my ship.
The ship only carried me. It was faster up close and over long distances than any ship ever developed before!
It has an almost indestructible alloy body. This was my problem.
The invaders were totally unprepared for a “Faster Than Light” (FTL) war ship that was so small and fast that it didn’t register on their
defense system sensors.
A normal FLT war ship is close to two kilometers long and requires a crew of about three thousand men to operate. Up close, it moved
slowly because it was so large. Most of our FTLs were lost in the initial attack of the invaders.
I, my ship, was able to move in through their defenses and attack and destroy them without being detected. All the controls were thought
activated and the sensor data was received telepathically and I was able to react instantaneously.
Even when I was detected, I was able to move almost instantaneously away to safety. No shot or beam ever even came close to me.
So very quickly, I and a few others ships like me, were able to destroy the enemy fleet. When I struck, they didn’t know what hit them. They
didn’t know which way to run and if they did, I was much faster and was able to overtake and destroy them.
There were thousands of huge enemy ships and probably several million crew members. All were destroyed with no survivors.
Their defeat was total.
The Federation had been weakened to the point where it wasn’t interested in turning the table and invading the invader planets. Too
many of our ships and crews had been destroyed in the invaders initial attacks. Their attack was unexpected and unprovoked. We were
asleep at the wheel and almost wiped out on the first day.
Our surviving FLT ships returned to their bases. The Federation was weak and didn’t want to support thousands of men on ships that
needed high maintenance.
The hand full of ships, like me, remained on patrol. We were stretched thin but there were no enemy to be detected. We were
programmed to stay with in a certain area of space.
I was free to move within a several light year area but I couldn’t leave that area. The other ships were in different quadrants of space, left
to patrol.
Time passed.
Over many years, the Federation apparently lost the capacity to launch FTLs. The only traffic was between planets.
All communication with the Federation stopped. The only communication I received was from other ships like me. These were other
beings implanted into their alloy prison traps!
We tried to signal the ships that sometimes went from planet to planet but apparently they couldn’t detect our extremely specialized and
highly secret communication methods. Apparently using thought with electronics had vanished from man's knowledge.
I tried to figure out how to detach myself from the ship. But no, I was the ship. I was as securely attached to the ship as the engines or the
hull.
As more years passed, I realized that I was doomed to be moving about the heavens forever in an alloy coffin. There was no way out.
Some of the other ships like me ceased to communicate. I don’t know if their equipment failed or they went crazy but one by one the ships
dropped off.
It has been about ten thousand years I figure. I refused to keep count. The metal alloy was pitted by small collisions but nothing was
allowed to get close to the ship. I was always aware and instantly moving aside.
My atomic power was still strong and seemed like it would go on forever.
I wondered if I could cause it to explode. I tried but no there was no way to cause it to explode.
I wished some enemy would come up and blow me away and put me out of my despair.
One day a small meteor struck the ship and it made a ring with vibration. It had caused a sensor to go off basically meaning I needed to
be alert for more flying rocks.
I wished for a large meteor and then I realized I would never be struck by a large meteor because I would take evasive action without even
thinking about it.
A Way Out!
Then, I realized at that time a way out!
If I were actively pursuing a ship, I could come close to objects, much closer than I would let them approach me.
So here is my plan. I am going to find a large meteor, an asteroid, that is approaching me. I am going into pursuit mode as if I am chasing
an enemy and at the last second, when it is too late to evade, I am going to hit the meteor.
The alloy ship is incredibly tough but not tough enough to withstand a hundred-thousand mile per second impact.
I didn’t know what will happen to me but I knew this endless tour of imprisonment was going to be over.
So I headed towards an asteroid dense sector that I had patrolled many times. There was an asteroid I knew about that was moving
faster than most and I set my path to head directly towards it.
I sped up in pursuit of an enemy. This was within my power. My flight was targeted to take me very close to the asteroid.
As my speed increased, I closed on the asteroid extremely fast. It wasn’t too fast for my sensors and my ability to react was almost
instantaneous.
At the last faction of a second, I changed course and struck the asteroid.
The impact was incredible. The atomic pile did explode. The space in that area was lighted bright by the explosion.
I’m not sure exactly what happened. One second I was imprisoned inside an alloy flying coffin. The next, I was watching fireworks.
The force was incredible. It wafted about me in warm comfortable waves. The colors were incredible!
I was free and unharmed.
I thought for a moment to go and seek revenge on the Federation. But those in charge ten thousand years ago, even if they still had the
modern techniques of that time, would be long gone now.
No, I was free to start life anew.
If I had a body, I would have cried.
I guess the moral of this recording (story) is stay out of alloy flying coffins.
Now to restart a civilization! For I had all the memories needed to build a ship such as I; the knowledge to build FTL ships. I also had the
knowledge to not allow beings to be trapped again.
Ten thousand years has made me into quiet the philosopher!
I think I’ll run the next “Federation” and do it without using a flesh body that can be caught,
punished, or killed.
My reign with be a golden era of knowledge and freedom.
I’ll also keep an eye open for possible invaders. I’m sure there are still others out there that are
looking for new civilizations to plunder.
I’ll see you in the future.
Signed: The being formerly knows as “Federation Ship Darma FLT1.”
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1/22/09
This was a story I started before I had a computer. It was started in the 1980s and finished today, 11/30/08.
While this may sound strange, part of this story is true. Maybe you can tell which part is true. Email me if you want to know.
I hope you enjoy it. Carl
While this may sound strange, part of this story is true. Maybe you can tell which part is true. Email me if you want to know.
I hope you enjoy it. Carl
