USN Bureau of AI
USN AI Presents:
EBCDIC Time
Part 12
Two days later . . .
Admiral Mills hangs up his telephone, "Able Fifty-two."
"Yes Sir."
"Send the signal to return to the Lab."
"Aye Aye sir," replies Fifty-two as he signals via the avalible electronic methods, then motors into the next room, and verbaly informs Clive Baker in his native language: "Yo Clive we're buging back to base.
The Admiral turns to Dr. Meyers typing away on his laptop at the kitchen table, "The Pentagon is confident its not a ballistic missile being used to deliver the nukes. The lab has been deemed to be in a safe place."
"That's a relief," replies the Doctor.
Dr. Meyers begins to throw his papers into briefcase when Kim Mills walks up to her husband and hands him paper copy of the expense report for the lab hanging out at her house. She goes off to start packing.
The next day the lab has moved back into its headquarters from its commander's rural retreat. The Admiral is sitting at his desk looking at his mail when a Critter jumps up on to his desk and plugs the network cable into his laptop.
"Thanks Critter."
Critters are not as complex a version of AI as an Able or a Delta. They aren't social so they aren't sailors.
At Sea . . .
A container ship has just exited the Suez canal and is going out into the Mediterranean sea. The ship steers a course into a west bound shipping lane. Seconds later the darkness is broken by an atomic blast vaporizing the ship and sending a large blast of water and a mushroom cloud into the air.
Another container ship with some weather damage is a day and a half out from Oakland. After the containers are unloaded the ship's owners have contracted with an American yard to do repairs. Its more expensive than yards back in China, but the wait is not as long so its cost effective. He hopes there are no more surprises.
USN AI Presents:
EBCDIC Time
Part 12
Two days later . . .
Admiral Mills hangs up his telephone, "Able Fifty-two."
"Yes Sir."
"Send the signal to return to the Lab."
"Aye Aye sir," replies Fifty-two as he signals via the avalible electronic methods, then motors into the next room, and verbaly informs Clive Baker in his native language: "Yo Clive we're buging back to base.
The Admiral turns to Dr. Meyers typing away on his laptop at the kitchen table, "The Pentagon is confident its not a ballistic missile being used to deliver the nukes. The lab has been deemed to be in a safe place."
"That's a relief," replies the Doctor.
Dr. Meyers begins to throw his papers into briefcase when Kim Mills walks up to her husband and hands him paper copy of the expense report for the lab hanging out at her house. She goes off to start packing.
The next day the lab has moved back into its headquarters from its commander's rural retreat. The Admiral is sitting at his desk looking at his mail when a Critter jumps up on to his desk and plugs the network cable into his laptop.
"Thanks Critter."
Critters are not as complex a version of AI as an Able or a Delta. They aren't social so they aren't sailors.
At Sea . . .
A container ship has just exited the Suez canal and is going out into the Mediterranean sea. The ship steers a course into a west bound shipping lane. Seconds later the darkness is broken by an atomic blast vaporizing the ship and sending a large blast of water and a mushroom cloud into the air.
Another container ship with some weather damage is a day and a half out from Oakland. After the containers are unloaded the ship's owners have contracted with an American yard to do repairs. Its more expensive than yards back in China, but the wait is not as long so its cost effective. He hopes there are no more surprises.
