Chapters (62)
- Prologue
- Part 1
- Chapter 2: Rude Awakening
- Chapter 3: Well-Lit Corridors
- Chapter 4: Their Eyes Upon Us
- Chapter 5: Blissfully Ignorant
- Chapter 6: Over Arching Introduction
- Chapter 7: Improbable vs. Immovable
- Chapter 8: Communicating with Hammers
- Chapter 9: Mr. Precedent
- Chapter 10: Testing the Waters
- Chapter 11: Tested But Not Found Wanting
- Chapter 12: Mind if I Come In?
- Chapter 13: With Utmost Dispatch
- Chapter 14: A Black Spot
- Chapter 15: An Indiscretion
- Chapter 16: The Wrath of God
- Part 2
- Chapter 18: Friends in High Places
- Chapter 19: Conference of Equals
- Chapter 20: Playing the Fool
- Chapter 21: It’s Bad to be Home
- Chapter 22: HMS Dauntless
- Chapter 23: The Setting Sun
- Chapter 24: Origami’s Antithesis
- Chapter 25: History of Travel
- Chapter 26: Leaps and Bounds
- Chapter 27: Hiring Decisions
- Chapter 28: Enemy Within
- Chapter 29: Willing and Able
- Chapter 30: A Very, Very, Very Fine House
- Chapter 31: Officer’s Club
- Chapter 32: Excess
- Part 3
- Chapter 34: Rough Hewn
- Chapter 35: Nobility Overall
- Chapter 36: Suppression
- Chapter 37: Hans On
- Chapter 38: Little Princess
- Chapter 39: Newborn
- Chapter 40: Guilt Plating
- Chapter 41: A Higher Echelon
- Chapter 42: Sowing the Seed
- Chapter 43: On the Street Where You Live
- Chapter 44: London Calling
- Part 4
- Chapter 46: Spread Your Arm(ament)s
- Chapter 47: Little Dutch Boy
- Chapter 48: Catalyst
- Chapter 49: A Dark Night
- Chapter 50: Hidden Pathways
- Chapter 51: Launch Protocols
- Chapter 52: Flash Exposure
- Chapter 53: Consequential
- Chapter 54: Well Done
- Chapter 55: Violent Reactions
- Chapter 56: Thermobaric Defense
- Chapter 57: Red Sky at Night
- Chapter 58: Showdown
- Chapter 59: To the Heart of the Matter
- Chapter 60: Fallen
- Epilogue
So this need to make the Agents more natural, combined with pressure from the halls of power to bake political influence into the invading force, had led them to decide to program the eight operatives of the advanced team with the personalities of actual members of their race, the minds to be nominated and voted upon by the very political entities that were vying for control of the whole enterprise.
The political battle that had followed had rivaled the greatest in any government’s history, only just stopping short of open war. But, after six months of heated debate, short-lived alliances, betrayals, assassination, and unashamed commercialism, eight nominees had finally been agreed upon.
The satellite-based hub supercomputers would remain pure AI, their logic unquestionable, and would be placed in orbit around the prize, in charge of the day-to-day running of the operation, supervising the work of each Agent as they infiltrated the most powerful human militaries.
The supercomputers, however, would ultimately bow to the combined will of the Agents, whenever a virtual meeting of the Agents could be convened, the eight Agents’ personalities, picked with great care and even greater expense, representing to varying degrees all of the main parties politic. They would vote on any decision that either they or the supercomputer chose to put in front of them, and this would allow the advanced team the strategic flexibility it would need to respond to any unforeseen developments once they arrived at Earth.
If a consensus could not be reached on how to react to whatever political or martial situations they found themselves facing, the AI would form the ninth, tie-breaking vote.
Now that Pei Leong-Lam had managed to return to his relay, the first full Council was convened since only a few days after their arrival. From now on, they would meet at least once a week, more often if the need arose.
The conference took place in a virtual meeting space, the personalities of the eight Agents represented by avatars created in their images, seemingly floating in a circle in empty space.
The AI that was creating the image and projecting it into the heads of the eight Agents was also the host of the meeting. It remained invisible, however, represented not by an avatar, but by virtual screens in front of each Agent, where it could place any image or dataset relevant to the conversation.
While this system might be primitive considering the machines’ advanced abilities, the entire meeting would be conducted at phenomenal speed. The esoteric constructs inside each Agent that housed their personality copies were, after all, still computers, just with an animal consciousness overlaid on top of them; and they were still capable of operating at machine speeds.
None of them would ever struggle to recall an event or piece of information, or to calculate an equation; the answers would appear to them with the speed of any computer calculation.