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Henry Gallant Movie Movie: Midshipman Henry Gallant in Space Movie with subtitles: Midshipman Henry Gallant in Space Podcast: Midshipman Henry Gallant in Space (1)
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H. Peter Alesso Portfolio Past, Present, and Future. " Oh, why is love so complicated?" asked Henry. Alaina said, "It's not so complicated. You just have to love the other person more than yourself." Not everyone who fights is a warrior. A warrior knows what's worth fighting for.
- New | H Peter Alesso
New Release Sometimes, the right man in the wrong uniform can make all the difference. Ethan, a lowly recruit with an oil-stained uniform and a spirit worn down by disappointment, finds his life forever changed by a twist of fate. Squinting at his reflection, he sees the sleeves of his borrowed jacket bore captain’s stripes. A grotesque emblem is embossed over the jacket's breast pocket—a roaring lion's head surrounded by a cluster of jagged broken bones—the symbol of the Special Operations Service. There is no way out. The ship is taking off because they think an elite SOS captain is on board to take command—him. His choices were brutally simple . . . act like the officer everyone thought he was or be found out as a fraud. One was survival, the other . . . The consequences sent a wave of panic through him. He was a mouse in a lion's skin. He had to become that lion until he found a way out of his cage. Ethan's path intersects with Kate Haliday, the leader of the dark matter project in the Cygni star system. A subtle dance of glances and half-spoken truths begins. But the threads of connection are fragile as they are tangled with the ambitions of Commander Varek, a skeptical officer. The emergence of an unknown alien race casts a long shadow that shifts the cosmic chessboard of a space fleet and a galactic empire. Their interest in dark matter and Earth's colonies weaves a layer of mystery and suspense. In this hard science fiction dance, Ethan must navigate the intricacies of love, rivalry, and alien invasion. The possibility of being unveiled darkens his every step. With each move, the line between the man he is and the officer he pretended to be . . . blurs. Once a misfit dropout, Mike now controls the fate of man versus machine In a world where the boundaries between man and machine blur, your thoughts, emotions, and yearnings are no longer private. The confluence of biotech and infotech has given birth to the Algorithm—a force that predicts your every move and has the power to shape your deepest desire. But when the Algorithm starts undermining human worth, many find themselves obsolete. Grappling with their waning relevance, they find solace in a new realm. They master the skills of a surreal virtual world that requires neither gravity nor light. As technology's grip tightens, a haunting question emerges: Does anyone hold the reins of the omnipotent Algorithm? Enter an unlikely hero—an aimless dropout who unwittingly finds himself at the nexus of power. Tall and lean, Mike has deep-set blue eyes that often reflect his internal conflicts and dilemmas. His past is riddled with disappointment and insecurity. Assuming another student’s ID in a crowded exam room, Mike's journey takes an unexpected turn when a stern figure declares, "I am Jacob Winters. Welcome to the AI career placement test. Today, we will discover which of you represents the pinnacle of human genius." Delve into Keeper of the Algorithm to discover a future where destiny is written in code and domination is the ultimate prize. For serious AI enthusiasts only!
- About | H Peter Alesso
My Story I love words, but that wasn't always the case. I grew up with a talent for numbers, leading me to follow a different path. I went to Annapolis and MIT and became a nuclear physicist at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory. Only after retiring was my desire to tell stories reawakened. In recent years, I have immersed myself in the world of words, drawing on my scientific knowledge and personal experience to shape my writing. As a scientist, I explored physics and technology, which enabled me to create informative and insightful books, sharing my knowledge with readers who sought to expand their understanding in these areas—contributing to their intellectual growth while satisfying my own passion. But it was my time as a naval officer, that genuinely ignited my imagination and propelled me into science fiction. After graduating from the United States Naval Academy and serving on nuclear submarines during both hot and cold wars, I witnessed firsthand the complexities and challenges of military operations that seamen face daily. This allowed me a unique perspective, which I channeled into creating Henry Gallant and a 22nd-century world where a space officer fought against invading aliens. Through this narrative, I explored the depths of human resilience, the mysteries of space, and the intricacies of military conflict. My stories let me share the highlights of my journey with you. I hope you enjoy the ride. 1/9 Contact First name* Last name Email* Write a message Submit
- Youngblood | H Peter Alesso
Youngblood AMAZON Death’s Dream Kingdom* “I can’t breathe!” Youngblood’s lungs strained to inhale the last of the thin air but drew in only an empty breath. His heart pounded against his hollow lungs. His fingers stretched wide and then clenched. The last faint echoes of whining machinery died away as the fading glow of emergency lights sputtered out. He opened his eyes wide trying to make sense of the dark confined space. Where am I? Lying on his back in pitch black, he reached up and touched a smooth encapsulating surface without seams or latches. A coffin? Banging against the case, a raspy cry escaped his mouth, “Helppp.” He scratched with fingers until they bled; he smashed with fists until they bruised. “AUUGGH!” His face was a bulging purple mask with a protruding red tongue. Gory hands wiped away oozing goo dripping from his nose. Each passing second was a countdown toward imploding lungs. Coma and death were fast approaching—causing a spasm of raw cold fear—a deep primal terror like the first great scare a child experienced when his nightmare turned ‘real’ and the claws of a hideous monster squeezed his throat. “Air! I’ve got to have air,” he begged in a whisper. He balled his fist and punched him. He kicked. Again, and again. CRACK! A small fissure created a loud hiss as air trickled into the confined space. Finally able to inhale, Youngblood’s chest rose and fell with each precious breath. The visceral threat of suffocation lessened, but the injuries continued to throb. He pulled out some of the needles that feathered his body. It’s a hibernation chamber. They were supposed to revive him when they found a cure. Did they find a cure? For a moment, he opened his mouth and raised his eyebrows, then . . . Stupid! Stupid! This wasn’t a normal recovery. There were countless things wrong with this. Was this a random system failure? Someone should have been monitoring. His brain screamed. Why isn’t there an alarm and an attendant? They might all be dead. He tried to break out of the case. The straining structure moaned as he pressed against it, but his debilitated joints and impaired muscles lacked the strength to free him. As he continued to welcome the incessant wheezing of cool air filtering into the cocoon, he waited, but no one came. The only sounds of activity were the sparks of electrical wires far off in the distance. With stiff fingers, he massaged his sore arms and legs, but all his efforts to break out of the coffin-like container failed. He dug his fingernails into his palms to escape the deadness that gnawed inside him. Dark destructive thoughts flooded in. The future that was supposed to augur health had turned into a nightmare. His mind stretched back to something very painful, a filament-thin memory, I was eighteen when the debilitating effects of the illness began. Father said hibernation was the only solution. I trusted him. Lies! All his words were lies . . . he just wanted to be rid of me. Lingering on the ghost-like memory as it waxed and waned, it was the end of hope. At that moment, everything came crashing down inside of him. The chamber grew claustrophobic. I’m done. He closed his eyes. It’s over. He let the minutes pass, hoping the pain would end, wishing he would end . . . but neither did. Finally, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath. Focusing his thoughts, he pushed back against the black despair. No! I won’t give up. I’m going to survive . . . somehow. But it was undeniable, he needed immediate medical aid, or this chamber would become a coffin. He screamed when he yanked out the rest of the needles. He cast away the trailing tubes that had sustained his life for . . . How long? No way of telling. You can do this. You must. He pressed against the case once more. It creaked and groaned like a living thing and it took many more tries before, at last, it broke open enough to allow him to squeeze out. Leaning over the edge, he shifted his weight to let it carry him over the side. Hitting the floor with a thump, he began to crawl. It took an hour to reach the wall a mere twenty yards away. There were other chambers along the way, but none appeared operational. “Is anyone there?” he called out—repeatedly. There was never a reply. In a moment of raw honesty, he understood: No one else escaped. Moving along the wall until he reached a door, he wobbled to his feet and managed to stand and press a button. It slid open. He tried to walk, but his legs were unwilling. Leaning against the wall, he let his body slide down to the floor like a sack of sand. There was a dim glow of light at the end of the hall, but crawling took an interminable effort. The light was coming from a control console inside a small room. The dark surroundings offered little information about the devices inside. Exhausted, he hoisted himself into a chair and listened to the rhythmic sound of blood drops smacking onto the floor like a drum beating Taps. As his face blanched, he trembled with dizziness and nausea, his tunnel vision narrowed, the room blackened and spun . . . and then . . . nothingness . . . *** Youngblood woke in a cold sweat. His head throbbed but the room had stopped spinning. He was still sitting at the dysfunctional control panel though only a few dials remained lit. As a computer science major, he thought he should make sense of them, but they were as foreign as a Gödel puzzle. Damn! His fist smashed into the console. HUMMM. He heard the distinct sound but couldn’t pinpoint its location. With every sense alert, he sat waiting . . . “Hello? Is anyone there?” The cold dark concrete walls and poured concrete floor echoed his words but offered no response. There were a couple of doors further down the hall. He stood up. Simply stretching his body took all his effort. His entire body hurt, but slowly he managed to shuffle toward the doors. The first door was locked. The next one was too. He twisted around a corner, but a misstep caused him to fight his own momentum to forestall crashing headfirst into the unyielding wall. The impact to his shoulder knocked him back and whirled him around. Reaching out, he grasped a handle and yanked it to steady himself. The door opened. A storage closet? Catching his breath, he strained his eyes against the dark shadows to identify several large cardboard boxes and a few wooden crates. The largest box was next to a cabinet with symbols he didn’t recognize. Yet, a Red Cross sign was visible on the furthest crate. He stretched his hands toward the old dirt covered wooden crate and pried open the thick heavy lid with his fingers. “Argh.” The cry of anguish was from his own mouth. He placed his suffering hands under his armpits and squeezed until the strained fingers returned to normal. After several minutes, he pulled the lid away and let dirt rattle down into the container. He reached inside to grab a medical package. Thanks. He used the meager emergency rations to stop the bleeding and applied analgesic wherever he could reach. The medication flowed through his veins, stifling the shock and blood loss. He started to relax but his parched throat cried . . . water. He was unable to make out the markings on the other boxes, but he opened the nearest one and groped inside for something familiar. No. Next. No. The last cardboard box . . . Yes. A bottle of water. Taking great gulps, he guzzled what seemed a treasure from an extinct world. He looked for more. There was only one. He tackled another wooden crate. Inside was a flashlight, but it didn’t work. There were batteries on the bottom, but they leaked acid goop. Yet, a few seemed OK. He tried them and felt like a rich man when the flashlight lit and offer the first real peek at his surroundings. There was a nearby room with more defunct hibernation chambers. Another room had medical equipment for reviving patients. But there were no windows anywhere. It’s a bunker. But why put hibernation chambers underground? Putting the puzzle aside, he dug deeper into the storage containers. There were useful items; a butane lighter, a compass, nylon line, a hatchet, a shovel, a hacksaw and lots of basic tools for repairing electrical and computer equipment. He found a workman’s jumpsuit coveralls hanging from a hook on the closet wall and a pair of large black boots. These will come in handy. He moved on and found another closet full of boxes. These were sealed with a plastic wrap, but there was no auxiliary power system visible. There’s got to be a communication device somewhere. He returned to the console and found a diagram framed on the nearby wall. It appeared to be a network of underground tunnels connecting bunkers. An annotated alphanumerical system designated this bunker HB11. Several others had similar designations, but there were also two unique identifiers, YO and SP. The HB might be for hibernation, but he had no clue what YO or SP might represent, nor could he guess how to access the network of tunnels. As he stared at the tunnel map, memorizing the layout, he imagined all the places he could travel to and the places he might visit. What kind of facilities were at each stop along the way? Maybe someday he will find out. He examined some instruments on the console which still had power. The computer system seemed functional, but there wasn’t any written material or operable viewscreen that could offer him instructions. The instruments were as complicated as a spaceship’s and when he attempted to patch into the AI system, he heard a noise. He held his breath. Is someone coming? A humming sound continued from a device in the next room. He must have activated it with his random actions. The machine was marked with English letters and symbols that indicated it was a medical treatment apparatus. He could read several tags on the valves and dials and guessed it was a rejuvenation machine. It took several minutes to surmise how it would work. I’ve got to try this. He climbed naked into the rejuvenation tub and opened a faucet. Synth-fluid and hot medicated elixirs filled the vat. Setting the timer for two hours, he lingered while the potions treated his many superficial ailments. A shame this can’t cure my disease. He relaxed during the treatment while it invigorated his frail body. What’s next? He dragged his body about and toured the bunker, returning to the original room. The flashlight shone on dozens of forsaken hibernation chambers. There was a twin room across the hall, but it too had become a graveyard. A tragedy. I should commemorate them . . . later. He considered revisiting the closets and the locked doors, but that could wait. He looked for more water. No water. The next decision would be critical for his survival. He wanted to use the rejuvenation machine while he restored the power and computer systems, but how long would that take? He had no food or water. Besides, even though he had been a computer whiz, this equipment was far beyond his expertise. Questions exploded in his head like a string of fireworks. Should I stay here? Should I go exploring? Running his fingers through his long shaggy hair, he concluded there was no choice. Putting on the coveralls and boots, he stuffed computer instruments and tools into his cargo pockets. He filled a backpack with survival items and even though it was heavy, he was chafing to get started. Where are the people? *** “I’ve never seen a sky like this,” said Youngblood, as he climbed out of the bunker’s hatch. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright sun peeking between a few windswept clouds. “Noon,” he mused and let the hatch drop down. Birds flew overhead, and a glimpse of motion alerted him to a nearby rodent, but there were no roads or worn paths visible. “There’s life, but where are the people?” Originally, he had been placed in hibernation in California’s Stanford Hospital. He had no idea where he was now, but it stood to reason he shouldn’t be too very far away. He surveyed the landscape around him. To the east, he saw a prominent hill rising about a mile away. It was surrounded by scrub brush poking out between a few scattered pine trees. “Hmm . . . a good vantage point.” He swung around and noticed similar regions to the north and south. But things were far different to the west. Where the sky kissed the horizon, blue turned into a mosaic of red, brown, and purple swirls, and the silhouette of a city’s barebone skeleton rose in the distance like a faraway mirage. An acidic stench of smoke and ash invaded his nostrils forcing him to cover his mouth to suppress a spasmodic cough. A brownish yellow haze floated on the hot dry air and dark soot settled on his coveralls. His mouth could barely speak the words, “I can’t believe they actually did it.” A single tear ran down his cheek as he brushed the barren residual ash off his clothes. Anyway, it’s better to die in a flash . . . than suffocate. He licked his lips and swallowed to relieve his parched throat. His fear . . . Where are the people? Became . . . Are there people? Swinging the backpack over his shoulder, he faced east and started forward. A slight cooling breeze sent him on his way as he marched toward the hill. He walked only a few hundred yards before he had to stop and rest. The process repeated itself until his muscles cramped and screamed. He wiped the perspiration off his forehead with his sleeve as he passed areas of dead trees and fall branches. He remained alert for a flash of color, or movement, or any sign of smoke.
- Henry Gallant and the Warrior | H Peter Alesso
Henry Gallant and the Warrior AMAZON Going Up 1 Lieutenant Henry Gallant plodded along the cobblestone streets of New Annapolis—head down, mind racing . . . My orders say take command of the Warrior immediately . . . but no promotion . . . Why not? He pondered the possibilities, but he already knew the answer. Though he had steely gray eyes, a square jaw, and was taller than nearly everyone around him, what distinguished him most was not visible to the naked eye—he was a Natural—born without genetic engineering. Is this my last chance to prove myself? By the time he reached the space elevator, the welcoming breeze of the clear brisk morning had brightened his mood and he fell into line behind the shipyard personnel without complaint. Looking up, he marveled: That cable climbs into the clouds like an Indian rope trick. When it was his turn at last, the guard scanned his comm pin against the access manifest. The portal light blinked red. “Pardon, sir. Access denied,” said the grim-faced sentry. “Call the officer of the guard,” demanded Gallant. The officer of the guard appeared but was no more inclined to pass Gallant through than the sentry was. The guard touched the interface panel and made several more entries, but the portal continued to blink red. “There’s a hold on your access, sir.” Trouble already? Gallant thought. Then he asked, “A hold?” “Yes, sir. Your clearance and authorization are in order, but SIA has placed a hold on your travel. They want you to report to SIA headquarters, A.S.A.P.” “I need to go to the shipyard and attend to important business before going to the Solar Intelligence Agency,” clarified Gallant, but even as he said it, he knew it wouldn’t help. “Sorry, sir. Orders.” Gallant noticed the four gold stripes of a captain’s sleeve. The officer was waiting to take the next elevator. “Captain?” he said, hailing the man before he recognized him. Captain Kenneth Caine of the Repulse marched to the guard post, frowning. “What can I do for you, Gallant?” Of all the luck, he thought. Caine was the last person he wanted to impose upon, but it was too late now. Several uncomfortable moments passed with the three of them standing there—Caine, Gallant, and the officer of the guard—staring at each other, waiting for someone to break the silence. Finally, Gallant addressed Caine: “Well, sir, I’ve received orders to take command of the Warrior, but apparently all the T’s haven’t been crossed and my shipyard access has a hold from SIA.” Caine’s frown deepened. Gallant turned to the officer of the guard and said, “Is it possible to allow me go to my ship and complete my business? I’ll report to SIA immediately afterward.” The officer of the guard fidgeted and squirmed. He understandably did not like being placed in such a position while under the scrutiny of a full captain. Caine shrugged. Gallant was puzzled for a moment, wondering how to win Caine’s support. He tried the officer of the guard again, “Perhaps, you could send a message to SIA headquarters stating that you informed me of my requirement to report and that I agreed to attend this afternoon after I assume command of my ship. I’ll initial it.” Caine nodded. The guard brightened visibly. “That should be acceptable, sir.” He made a few entries into his interface panel and the portal finally blinked green. Gallant stepped through the gate and joined Caine. Together they walked to the elevator doors and mingled with the group waiting for the next available car. “Thank you for your help, captain,” said Gallant. “I’m sorry to have troubled you.” Caine merely nodded. Unwilling to miss the opportunity to reconnect with his former commanding officer, Gallant asked, “How’ve you been, sir?” Caine’s frown returned. “Well, personally, it’s been quite a trial . . .” Gallant resisted the temptation to coax him onward. After a minute, Caine revealed, “I lost a lot of shipmates during the last action.” He sighed and took a moment to silently mourn their passing. “I’m sorry, sir,” said Gallant, who was sensitive to the prickling pain in Caine’s voice. Gallant then took a long look at the senior officer. He recalled a mental image of his former commanding officer—solidly built and squared shouldered with a crew-cut and a craggy face. In contrast, the man before him now was balding and flabby, with a puffy face and deep frown lines. “Humph,” grumbled Caine, recognizing Gallant’s critical stare. “You’ve changed too. You’re no longer the lanky callow midshipman who reported aboard the Repulse nearly five years ago.” “Thank you, sir,” said Gallant, breaking into an appreciative smile. Caine returned the smile and, warming to the conversation, he said, “We had a few good times back then—and a few victories as well—a good ship, a good crew.” A minute passed before Caine added, “As for the Repulse—she’s suffered along with her crew . . . perhaps more than her fair share. As you know, she’s has been in the forefront of battle since the beginning of the war, but when the Titans attacked Jupiter Station earlier this year, we took a terrible beating—along with the rest of the fleet.” Caine’s face went blank for a few seconds as he relived the event. “ The Titans used nuclear weapons to bombard the colonies. The loss of life was staggering. Jupiter’s moons are now lifeless, scorched rocks. The colonists fled on whatever transport they could find and they’re now in the refugee camp on the outskirts of this city,” said Caine. Then, trying to sound optimistic but unable to hide his concern, he added, “We gave the Titans some lumps as well. It’ll be some time before they can trouble us on this side of the asteroid belt.” “So I understand, sir.” SWOOSH! BAM! The elevator car doors opened with a loud bang. Caine stepped inside. Gallant grabbed the strap and buckled himself into the adjacent acceleration couch. A powerful engine pulled the glass-encased car along a ribbon cable anchored to the planet’s surface and extended to the Mars space station in geostationary orbit. A balance of forces kept the cable under tension while the elevator ascended—gravity at the lower end and the centripetal force of the station at the upper end. The tiny vehicle accelerated swiftly to seven g’s and reached orbit in less than ten minutes before braking to docking speed. Gallant enjoyed a spectacular view as the car sped through the clouds. Below him was the receding raw red and brown landscape of Mars spread over the planet’s curvature; above him was one of man’s most ambitious modern structures; —a space station, replete with a shipyard that housed the newest space vessels under construction including Gallant’s new command, the Warrior, as well as ships in need of repair, including the Repulse. Gallant tried to pick out his minute ship against the much larger battle cruisers nested near it, but the rotation of the station hid it from view. “Repulse is completing extensive repairs. She’ll be back in action before long. I have a fierce loyalty to my ship and I know she’ll acquit herself well, no matter what comes,” said Caine. “I’m sure she will, sir,” said Gallant. “I haven’t congratulated you on your first command, yet” Caine said, extending his hand. “You’ve earned it.” “Thank you, sir,” said Gallant, shaking hands, while a thought flashed through his mind, If I earned command, why wasn’t I promoted? “Do you have any idea of your first assignment, yet?” “No, sir. It could be almost anything,” said Gallant, but he was thinking, Probably involves the Warrior’s special capabilities. Caine said, “At least you’ll get a chance to strike the enemy.” Gallant said, “We still know so little about the aliens’ origins or intentions. Since they’ve taken Jupiter, they’ve expanded their bases from the satellites of the outer planets. They’ve also penetrated into the asteroids. That puts them in a position to launch raids here.” Caine said, “I once asked you, ‘What’s the single most important element in achieving victory in battle?’” “Yes, sir, and my answer is the same: surprise.” “Yes,” Caine said, “but to achieve surprise, it’s essential for us to gather more intelligence.” “I agree, sir.” “Tell me, Gallant,” Caine said, as he shifted position, “are you aware there are many people who hold you in contempt? They still doubt that a Natural can serve in the fleet.” Gallant grimaced. “I’ve always done my duty to the best of my ability, sir.” “And you have done admirably, from what I know of your actions, but that hasn’t fazed some. I’ve heard little about your last mission.” “I can’t discuss that mission, sir. It’s been classified as need-to-know under a special compartment classification,” said Gallant, as he thought, I wish I could tell you about the AI berserker machine. I can only imagine what’s in store for the Warrior. “Nevertheless, I’ve heard that Anton Neumann was much praised for that mission. He was promoted to full commander and given the cruiser Achilles, though, I wouldn’t be surprised if his father’s influence played a role in that.” Gallant said nothing, but stared down at his shoes, Neumann always wins. Caine grunted and then said, “Neither of us is in good standing with Anton’s father.” Caine and Gallant had previously run afoul of Gerome Neumann, President of NNR, Shipping and Mining Inc., and an industrial and government powerbroker. Gallant nodded. Upon arriving at the space station platform, the elevator car doors opened automatically and once again banged loudly. SWOOSH! BAM! A long, enclosed tunnel formed the central core of the station with twenty-four perpendicular arms that served as docking piers. The tunnel featured many windows and access ports to reach the twenty-four ships that extended from the docking arms. The two men chatted about the war news while they rode a tram along the tunnel causeway. Finally, Gallant left Caine at the Repulse and continued to his new command. A swarm of workmen buzzed along the Warrior’s scaffolding, cranes hauled machinery to and fro, and miscellaneous gear lay haphazardly about. An infinite amount of preparation was under way, servicing the ship in anticipation of her departure. Gallant gaped . . . There she is. He leaned forward to take in every line and aspect of the ship. Despite the distractions, he saw the ship as a thing of exquisite beauty. The Warrior featured a smooth rocket shaped hull and while she was smaller than her battle cruiser neighbors, she weighed thirty-thousand tons with an overall length of one hundred and twenty meters and a beam of forty meters. She was designed with stealth capability, so she emitted no detectable signals and remained invisible until her power supply required recharging. Her armament included a FASER cannon, several short-range plasma weapons, and several laser cannons. She was equipped with an armor belt and force shield plus electronic warfare decoys and sensors. The ship’s communications, navigation, FTL propulsion, and AI computer were all state-of-the-art. The crew of 126 officers and men, was highly trained and already on board. When the Warrior traveled through the unrelenting and unforgiving medium of space it would serve as the crew’s heartfelt home. The brief, relaxed sense of freedom that Gallant had enjoyed between deployments was coming to an end; his shoulders tightened in anticipation. He stepped onto the enclosed gangplank and saluted the flag that was displayed on the bow. Then he saluted the officer of the watch and asked, “Request permission to come aboard, sir?” “Permission granted, sir,” said Midshipman Gabriel in a gravelly voice that was totally at odds with his huge grin, dimpled cheeks, and boyish freckled face. Was I ever that young? thought Gallant before he recalled he was only a few years older. Boarding the ship, Gallant’s eyes widened as he sought to drink everything in. He was impressed by the innovative technologies that had been freshly installed. The novelty of his role on this ship was not lost on him. Upon reaching the bridge, he ordered Gabriel to use the ship’s intercom to call the crew to attention. “All officers, report to the bridge!” Gabriel ordered. When the officers had gathered around him a minute later, he said, “All hands, attention!” Drawn together on every deck, the crew stopped their work, came to attention, and listened. Gallant recited his orders, “Pursuant to fleet orders, I, Lieutenant Henry Gallant, assume command of the United Planet ship, Warrior, on this date at the Mars’ Space Station.” He continued reciting several more official paragraphs, but from that moment forward, the Warrior was a member of the United Planets’ fleet and Gallant was officially her commanding officer. With the formal requirements concluded, Gallant spoke over the address system: “At ease. Officers and crew of the Warrior, I’m proud to serve with you. I look forward to getting to know each one of you. For now, we must outfit this ship and prepare to do our job as part of the fleet. There are battles to be fought, a war to win, and the Warrior has a key role to play.” Satisfied with his brief statement, Gallant nodded to Gabriel. Over the address system Gabriel announced, “Attention! All hands dismissed! Return to your regular duties.” Gallant stood before the officers on the bridge, addressed each by name and shook their hands, starting with the executive officer and then the department heads; operations, engineering, and weapons; followed by the junior officers. His first impression was that they were an enthusiastic and professional group. “I will provide prioritized work items for each of you to address in the next few days as we prepare for our upcoming shakedown cruise. For now, you can return to your duties. Thank you.” Gallant entered the Combat Information Center and pulled on a neural interface to the ship’s AI. The dozens of delicate silicon probes touched his scalp at key points. It sensitively picked up wave patterns emanating from his thoughts and allowed him to communicate with the AI directly. Gallant formed a mental image of the Warrior's interior. While Gallant could use the interface for evaluating the ship’s condition, the controls remained under manual control. He hashed out his priorities for his department heads to work on and sent them messages. He ordered them to address the myriad of items he had been mentally considering for hours. While he would have liked to have had a discussion with each officer individually, that would simply have to wait. It was time to get back to the space elevator. Gallant frowned in frustration at being pulled away by his appointment: I’d better hustle to SIA.
- Excerpts | H Peter Alesso
Excerpts Writing Porfolio Finding Inspiration in Every Turn The Henry Gallant Saga Midshipman Henry Gallant in Space Lieutenant Henry Gallant Henry Gallant and the Warrior Commander Gallant Captain Henry Gallant Commandor Henry Gallant Henry Gallant and the Great Ship Rear Admiral Henry Gallant Midshipman Henry Gallant at the Academy Dramatic Novels Youngblood Dark Genius Captain Hawkins Short Stories All Androids Lie Computer Books Connections Thinking on the Web The Semantic Web The Intelligent Wireless Web E-Video Computer Apps Graphic Novels Screenp lay
- Midshipman Academy | H Peter Alesso
Midshipman Henry Gallant at the Academy AMAZON 1 Threadbare Still a boy, not yet a man, Henry Gallant dug his stiff fingers deep into his pockets. He shivered as the bitter-cold wind clawed through his threadbare clothes . “Do you see it?” asked the elderly woman beside him, pulling her shawl tight around her. The overhead streetlamp offered little illumination as they squinted down the dark, winding dirt road. “Not yet,” said Gallant, standing on his tiptoes. The woman was a head shorter than him with a careworn face that the chill air made rosy. Her elegant features revealed that she had once been a beauty, and while time had weathered her, she had aged gracefully. Gallant stomped his feet impatiently while his mind was already racing, considering the prospects for his future. She asked, “Will you visit me when you get liberty?” “Of course, Grandmother,” he said, but he had no idea when that might be. “You know I’ve always tried to do my best, ever since . . .,” Gallant took a deep breath and wrapped his arms tight around his chest. “They were heroes, you know,” she said softly. “I know,” he said as the painful memory boiled up. She had told him many times about the meteor that struck the family outpost on Phobos when he was a child. His parents had only seconds to seal him in an escape pod and couldn’t save themselves. The picture his mind conjured up was of their selfless act. Since that ordeal, he had become obsessed with controlling his emotions. He had learned to set his own rules of behavior, things he would allow himself to express and things he wouldn’t. He kissed her gently on her forehead. “You gave meaning to my parents’ sacrifice by caring for me all these years.” Her work as a clerk by day and a seamstress at night had been taxing but necessary to make ends meet. She said, “You have been a blessing to me. Your freelance programming helped us manage.” She brushed back a tangled lock of brown hair from his forehead and said, “I wish I could have done more to mend your clothes.” “There’s nothing wrong with them,” he said. He stretched his arms wide as proof, but he was careful not to tear open a seam. “They’re perfect.” Anxiously, he stared down the road, wishing the bus had wings. Several minutes later, he said, “I think I see lights.” She brightened. “You’ll soon have a brand-new uniform.” While the bus approached, his grandmother continued to give him last-minute advice and encouragement, but he couldn’t concentrate on her words. As he looked into her eyes and saw her love, he could only feel guilt at leaving her alone. He planned to send her his meager midshipman’s allowance. It wouldn’t be much, but it was all he could do. It will be all right , he thought. The bus sputtered to a stop in front of them. A creaking door opened. Gallant barely had time for a quick hug and kiss before getting aboard. He carried a small bag that contained a change of underclothes and a few toiletries. He made his way to a rear window seat and waved as the bus departed. He watched her figure wave back as it faded into the shadows. The darkness seemed to swallow her like a living thing. Gallant sat next to a woman holding a small spaghetti-armed child. He remained quiet, staring straight ahead. The night was dark and cold along the remote, meandering mountain road. During the first hour of his journey, he worried about leaving his grandmother alone in their tiny mountain cabin. Although it was set in a pastoral valley with a natural spring, it lacked many modern conveniences. Besides his financial contribution over the years, he helped her by taking care of daily necessities. He cleaned the solar panels and maintained the storage batteries. Unfortunately, home delivery in rural areas had not yet taken hold, so he undertook the long jet-flyer trip to the nearest store. Now she would have to manage on her own, and her arthritis had been acting up. How will she manage without me? His emotional baggage shifted during the second hour. While he bounced around in the obsolete vehicle, self-doubt crept in. All his weaknesses, failings, and fears blossomed full form into his mind. He had never been aboard a spaceship, wasn’t a legacy, and didn’t even know a space officer. Most likely, he would be hazed, ridiculed, and driven out as undesirable within a week. His frown deepened with each passing mile, and he began to wish he had never applied for admission to the academy. Finally, he considered getting off and catching the return bus. I’m getting too good at predicting adverse outcomes, he thought. Gallant decided that untrustworthy emotions wouldn’t control him. Instead, he would let his logical mind guide him. He tried to calculate his chances of success. Then, after weighing the pros and cons, he thought, I must be bold. He straightened his spine, lifted his head, and vanquished guilt and fear. Either I make it, or I die trying! That’s all there was to it. Everything changed after that. As daylight trickled over the last hill, the road broadened into a smoothly paved highway. The sun’s resilient brightness lifted his spirits. He couldn’t wait for the adventure to begin.
- Intelligent Wireless Web | H Peter Alesso
The Intelligent Wireless Web AMAZON Chapter 10.0 Progress in Developing the Intelligent Wireless Web In this chapter, we take the components developed in earlier chapters and lay out a plausible framework for building the Intelligent Wireless Web including our evaluation of the compatibility, integration and synergy issues facing the five merging technology areas that will build it: User Interface – from click to speech Personal Space – from tangled wires to multifunction wireless devices Networks – from wired infrastructure to integrated wired/wireless Protocols – from IP to Mobile IP Web Architecture – from dumb and static to intelligent and dynamic. Finally, we present strategic planning guidelines and the conclusions you could reach as a result of this book. We began this book by describing what we meant by the “Intelligent Wireless Web and presenting an overview of the framework for plausibly constructing it. Our concept of an Intelligent Wireless Web weaves together several important concepts related to intelligence (the ability to learn), “wirelessness” (mobility and convenience) and its advances in telecommunications and information technology that together promised to deliver increasingly capable information services to mobile users anytime and anywhere. We suggested putting these concepts together to form the “Intelligent Wireless Web.” We stated that it was certainly possible to develop intelligent applications for the Internet without media (audio/video) Web features or wireless capability. But, it was our suggestion that Web media, such as, audio could lead to improved user interfaces using speech and that small wireless devices widely distributed could lead to easier access to large portions of the worlds population. The end result could be, not just an intelligent Internet but a widely available, easily accessible, user friendly, Intelligent Wireless Web. Fundamentally, our vision for an Intelligent Wireless Web is very simple - it is a network that provides anytime, anywhere access through efficient user interfaces to applications that learn. Notwithstanding the difficulty of defining intelligence (in humans or machines), we recognized that terms such as “artificial intelligence”, “intelligent agents”, “smart machines” and the like, refer to the performance of functions that mimic those associated with human intelligence. The full range of information services is the next logical step along with the introduction of a variety of different portable user devices (e.g., pagers, PDAs, web-enabled cell phones, small portable computers) that have wireless connectivity. The results will be wireless technology as an extension of the present evolutionary trend in information technology. In addition, Artificial Intelligence and intelligent software applications will also make their way onto the wireless Web and that a performance Index or measure should be developed to evaluate the progress of Web smarts. In the following sections, we will bring together the components of the Intelligent Wireless Web and how it is being constructed. But building it will be a broad and far-reaching task involving more technology integration and synthesis than revolutionary inventions. Future Wireless Communication Process Ideally, the future wireless communication process should start with a user interface based on speech recognition where we merely talk to a personal mobile device that recognizes our identity, words and commands. The personal mobile device would connect seamlessly to embedded and fixed devices in the immediate environment. The message would be relayed to a server residing on a network with the necessary processing power and software to analyzed the contents of the message. The server could then draw necessary supplemental knowledge and services from around the world through the Internet. Finally, the synthesized messages would be delivered to the appropriate parties in their own language on their own personal mobile device. To build this ideal future wireless communication process we must connect the following inherent technologies of communications along with their essential components: Connecting People to Devices – the user interface. Currently we rely on the mouse, keyboard and video display; speech recognition and understanding deployed for mobile devices is a key component for the future. Connecting Devices to Devices. Currently hard-wired connections between devices limit mobility and constrain the design of networks. In the future, the merging of wired and wireless communication infrastructure require the establishment of wireless protocols and standards for the connection between devices; future smart applications require the development and improvement of intelligence services. Also needed is a method to measure the performance and/or intelligence of the Internet so that we can assess advancements. Connecting Devices to People. To deliver useful information to the globally mobile user, future systems require advances in speech synthesis and language translation. So lets start connecting the necessary technologies to fulfill the vision of an Intelligent Wireless Web. The physical components and software necessary to construct and implement the Intelligent Wireless Web require compatibility, integration and synergy of five merging technology areas: < >User Interface – to transition from the mouse click to speech as the primary method of communication between people and devices;Personal Space – to transition from connection of devices by tangled wires to multifunction wireless devices;Networks – to transition from a mostly wired infrastructure to an integrated wired/wireless system of interconnections;Protocols – transition from the original Internet protocol (IP) to the new Mobile IP; andWeb Architecture – to transition from dumb and static applications to new applications that are intelligent, dynamic and constantly learning. FIGURE 10-1 Building the Intelligent Wireless Web User Interface – from Click to Speech We have evaluated communication between humans and their machines and found the problem of how to obtain speech recognition functionality in a handheld or embedded device to be challenging; however efforts currently underway look favorable for solutions in the relatively near term. While we may expect speech interfaces to permeate society steadily, we anticipate that successful traditional interfaces, such as, mouse and touch screen, will continue to be in operation for a very long time. Particularly, for such high power applications as selecting events on detailed graphical representations. Certainly, it is not a difficult problem for a handheld device (such as a cell phone) to perform limited speech recognition activities (such as voice activated dialing). But since the demands for speech functionality increase with the greater complexity of the speech recognition tasks, it becomes more and more difficult to provide these capabilities on a small mobile wireless device with limited capabilities. Therefore, the problem becomes one of distributing the capability for speech recognition and understanding between the local wireless device and remote processing resources to which it is connected. This problem is being currently addressed in far-reaching research at several places, but most notably at the MIT AI Laboratory and at Microsoft Research. The Microsoft effort is directed at technology projects supporting and leading to the vision of a fully speech enabled computer. The Microsoft concept Dr. Who, uses continuous speech recognition and spoken language understanding. Dr. Who is designed to power a voice-based pocket PC with a web browser, email, and cellular telephone capabilities. The highly promising initiative know as, Project Oxygen, is ongoing at MIT’s AI Laboratory. This visionary effort is developing a comprehensive system to achieve the objective of anytime anywhere computing. In this concept, a user carries a wireless interface device that is continuously connected to a network of computing devices in a manner similar to the way cell phone communications maintain continuous connection to a communications network. The local device is speech enabled, and much of the speech recognition capability is embedded in the remote system of high-capability computers. Systems for conversational interface are also being developed that are capable of communicating in several languages. These systems can answer queries in real-time with a distributed architecture that can retrieve data from several different domains of knowledge to answer a query. Such systems have five main functions: speech recognition, language understanding, information retrieval, language generation and speech synthesis. Speech recognition may be an ideal interface for the handheld devices being developed as part of the Oxygen project, but the Oxygen project will need far more advanced speech-recognition systems than are currently available to achieve its ultimate objective of enabling interactive conversation with full understanding. Figure 10-2 identifies the main requirements for an effective speech-based user interface and identifies the current status of each. To meet the needs of the Intelligent Wireless Web, the ultimate desired result is that speech recognition, understanding, translation and synthesis become practical for routine use on handheld, wearable and embedded devices. USER INTERFACE – from click to speech REQUIREMENTS STATUS Speech Recognition Speech Understanding Text to Speech Translation Speech Synthesis Speech Synthesis Markup Language Advanced Continuing Advanced Continuing Continuing Lagging Speech recognition, understanding, translation and synthesis become practical for use on handheld, wearable and embedded devices. RESULTS FIGURE 10-2 Building the User Interface Personal Space – from Wired to Wireless We imagined living our life within the confines of our own Personal Space - without wires, but with devices to “connect” us wherever we travel. Implementation of a Wireless Personal Area Network (WPAN), composed of the personal devices around us as well as our immediate environment is one solution. In the office, devices improve work productivity by enabling access to data, text, and images relating to performing our jobs and by providing for analysis, access to software applications and communications as needed. Creating a WPAN of our immediately available devices will enable a future where a lifetime of knowledge may be accessed through gateways worn on the body or placed within the immediate environment (including our home, auto, office, school, library, ect). WPAN will also allow devices to work together and share each other's information and services. For example, a web page can be called up on a small screen, and can then be wirelessly sent to a printer for full size printing. A mobile WPAN can even be created in a vehicle via interface devices such as wireless headsets, microphones and speakers for communications. As envisioned, WPAN will allow the user to customize his or her communications capabilities permitting everyday devices to become smart, tetherless devices that spontaneously communicate whenever they are in close proximity. Figure 10-3 summarizes the requirements and their status for this element of the Intelligent Wireless Web; the objective is the achieve the ability for handheld, wearable, and embedded devices to connect easily without wires and share software applications, as needed, producing office, home and mobile Wireless Personal Area Networks. PERSONAL SPACE – from wired to wireless REQUIREMENTS STATUS Advanced Continuing Lagging Lagging Adaptable wireless devices Wireless protocol Wireless small screen applications “Nomadic” or mobile software for devices Handheld, wearable, and embedded devices connect easily without wires and share software applications, as needed, producing office, home and mobile Wireless Personal Area Networks. RESULTS FIGURE 10 - 3 Building the Your Personal Space Networks – from Wired to Integrated Wired/Wireless The earliest computers were stand-alone, unconnected machines. During the 1980’s, mergers, takeovers and downsizing have led to a need to consolidate company data in fast, seamless, integrated database have for all corporate information. With these driving forces, Intranets and local networks began to increase in size, and this required ways to interface with each other. Over the past decade, enterprise models and architectures, as well as, their corresponding implementation in actual business practices have changed to take advantage of new technologies. The big lure to wireless is the potential for big money in implementing wireless architectures that can send information packets from people with small personal devices, such as cell phones, to the a company’s Web site and there to conduct transactions. The number of wireless subscribers is expected to grow globally from the current few million to more than 400 million by 2005. The vast system of interconnecting networks that comprise the Internet is composed of several different types of transmission media, dominated by wired media but including: < >WiredFiber opticTwisted pairs (copper)Coaxial cable < >WirelessMicrowaveInfraredLaser NETWORKS – from wired to integrated wired/wireless REQUIREMENTS STATUS Wireless LAN Wireless WAN Satellites Wired Interface Advanced Advanced Continuing Continuing Networks continue migration to optical fiber for long haul while last mile is met by both fiber, mobile wireless, and fixed wireless (LMDS & MDDS) RESULTS FIGURE 10-4 Building Integrated Networks Protocols – from IP to Mobile IP To achieve the mobility requirements of the Intelligent Wireless Web, the Wireless Appliance Protocol, WAP, provides a global standard for data-oriented services to mobile devices thereby enabling anywhere and anytime access. In so doing, access will be provided to far more end-users than can be reached by using the personal computer as a fixed end point. Figure 10-5 provides an overview of the needed changes to support the Intelligent Wireless Web. The anticipated result is to provide intelligent networking software for routing and tracking that leads to general changes in IP networking protocols toward mobile IP. Sitting on top of the entire layer infrastructure will be a new control-plan for applications that smooth routing. PROTOCOLS - from IP to Mobile IP Continuing Continuing IPv6 Mobile IP standard REQUIREMENTS STATUS Intelligent networking software for routing and tracking that leads to general changes in IP networking protocols toward mobile IP. Sitting on top of the entire layer infrastructure will be a new control-plan for applications that smooth routing. RESULTS FIGURE 10 - 5 Building the Mobile Internet Protocols Web Architecture - Dumb & Static to Intelligent & Dynamic Ideally, the wireless communication process should start with the user talking to a personal, or embedded, device that recognizes his identity, words and commands. It will connect seamlessly to the correct transmission device, drawing on whatever resources are required from around the Web. In one case, only database search sorting and retrieval might be required. Or in another case, a specialized Web Service application program might be required. In any case, the information will be evaluated, and the content of the message will be augmented with the appropriate supporting data to fill in the ‘blanks’. If there is appropriate supplementary audio, or video, it will be included for reference. Finally, the results will be delivered to the appropriate parties in their own language through their own different and varied connection devices. For the Web to learn how to conduct this type of intelligent processing requires a mechanism for the adapting and self-organizing on a hypertext network. In addition, it needs to develop Learning Algorithms that would allow it to autonomously change its structure and organize the knowledge it contains, by "learning" the ideas and preferences of its users. The World Wide Web Consortium (W3C) suggests the use of better semantic information as part of web documents, and of the use of next generation Web languages Figure 10-6 provides a summary of the semantic web architecture needed to support the Intelligent Wireless Web. Intelligent applications running directly over the Web, as well as, AI Web Services served from AI service providers will progressively increase the tasking performed with adaptive, dynamic intelligent products. In addition, a Web performance Index will provide some useful measures of Web progress. WEB ARCHITECTURE – from dumb and static to intelligent and dynamic REQUIREMENTS STATUS XMLschema RDF schema & Topic Maps Logic Layer Dynamic Languages Adaptive Applications Distributed AI AI Web Sevices Registration and Validation of Information Intelligent applications running directly over the Web, as well as, AI Web Services supported from AI service providers progressively increasing the percent of applications performed with adaptive, dynamic intelligent products. An overall increase can be expected in the total percentage of learning algorithms operating on the Web. RESULTS FIGURE 10- 6 Building AI Servers with the Semantic Strategic Planning Guidelines Strategic planning is the determination of the course of action and allocation of resources necessary to achieve selected long-term goals. But charting strategic direction for wireless communications networks in a diverse and competitive landscape is complicated by an economy that has introduced dynamic rules for success. Both the rate of technology change and the speed at which new technologies become available have increased. The shorter product life cycles resulting from this rapid diffusion of new technologies places a competitive premium on being able to quickly introduce new goods and services into the marketplace. In order to develop guidelines for strategic planning, we must consider enterprise goals. Traditionally driven by technology, network planning has evolved and now faces new challenges. But the network planning process itself includes two "discordant" requirements: first, to optimize of the network’s long-term investment while second, optimizing of the time to market for each new product. Finding the right balance is not easy. However, opportunities for developers and service providers will exist if they can reach all mobile users by developing infrastructure to support: < >any wireless carrierany wireless network (TDMA, CDMA, etc.)any wireless device (pager, digital cell phone, PDA)any wireless applicationsany Web format (XML, HTML, etc.)any wireless technology (WAP, SMS, pager, etc.)any medium (text, audio, text-to-speech, voice recognition or video)balancing innovations in software (e.g. adaptive software, nomadic software) against innovations in hardware (e.g. chip designs), balancing proprietary standards (motivating competition) against open standards (offering universal access), and balancing local(centralized) Web innovations (e.g. Web Services) against global(distributed) Web architectural evolution (e.g. the Semantic Web).A vendor dominates a market and sets a de facto standard (for example; POTS telephony from AT&T, or PC operating systems from Microsoft).Standards organizations establish standards (for example; HTML).Vendor and market collaboration that is not clearly attributable to any one organization (for example; TCP/IP or VCR formats). FIGURE 10-7 Possible Technology Timeline Conclusion In this chapter, we presented the components developed in earlier chapters and outlined a feasible framework for building the Intelligent Wireless Web, including our evaluation of the compatibility, integration and synergy issues facing the five merging technology areas: User Interface, Personal Space, Networks, Protocols, and Web Architecture. Ten conclusions you could reach from this book about building the Intelligent Wireless Web include: - User Interface - < >Speech recognition and speech synthesis offer attractive solutions to overcome the input and output limitations of small mobile devices, if they can overcome their own limitation of memory and processing power through the right balance for the client-server relationship between the small device and nearby embedded resources. The essential components for achieving this balance are new chip designs coupled with open adaptive nomadic software. The new chips may provide hardware for small devices that is small, light weight, and consumes little power while having the ability to perform applications by downloading adaptive software as needed.- Personal Space - < >Handheld, wearable and embedded devices are upgrading many existing office and home locations making computing access more universal through Wireless Personal Area Networks.Competition between the wireless networking standards Bluetooth and IEEE 802.11b, as well as general networking software, Jini and UpnP, will continue for several years as each finds strong points to exploit before a final winner emerges. MIT’s Project OXYGEN may introduce some innovative protocol alternatives within several years. - Networks - < >Wired and wireless networks will continue to merge and improve backbone performance to greater than the 10 Tera-bps range as well as produce improved interoperability. < >Over time, there will be a migration of core networks to optical fiber simply because photons carry a lot more information more efficiently and at less expense than electrons. By 2003, ultra-long haul (> 4000 km) high bandwidth optical transport will be deployed in the US. The quest for the last mile will be met with a combination of fiber and wireless. In dense metropolitan areas free-space optical networks will provide 622Mbps of bandwidth to buildings without digging the streets. Second generation LMDS and MDDS fixed wireless will be deployed to buildings requiring less bandwidth.- Internet Protocols - < >Intelligent networking software for routing and tracking will lead to general changes in IP networking protocols to include IPv6 and mobile IP. Sitting on top of the entire layer infrastructure may be a number of new control-plane software applications that may add intelligence to the network for smooth integration of routing (layer 3) and wavelength switching. - Web Architecture - < >Intelligent agents, intelligent software application and Artificial Intelligence applications from AI Servers Providers may make their way onto the Web in greater numbers as adaptive software, dynamic programming languages and Learning Algorithms are introduced into Web Services (including both .NET and J2EE architectures).The evolution of Web Architecture may allow intelligent applications to run directly on the Web by introducing XML, RDF/Topic Maps and a Logic Layer.A Web performance Index, or measure, may be developed to evaluate the progress of Internet progress in performing intelligent tasks utilizing learning algorithms.The Intelligent Wireless Web’s significant potential for rapidly completing information transactions may become an important contribution to global worker productivity. 1 [1] Bogdanowicz, K.D., Scapolo, F., Leijten, J., and Burgelman, J-C., “Scenarios for Ambient Intelligence in 2010,” ISTAG Report, European Commission, Feb. 2001.
- Research | H Peter Alesso
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- All Androids Lie | H Peter Alesso
All Androids Lie AMAZON THE GAME Kateryna said, “Hold still, Dear,” as she wiped the dirty smudge off the corner of Maria’s mouth. Maria asked, “Why is everyone so excited?” Kateryna said, “They’re scared of the loud noise.” “What is it?” “Fireworks. See the bright flashes exploding in the night sky,” said the girl’s mother. Maria nodded. “It’s the start of The Game,” lied her mother. “I told you all about it. Don’t you remember?” Maria shook her head, puzzled. “Everyone in the city plays, and there are terrific prizes.” Kateryna added, “What a pity you’re only four. You can’t play. I’m sooo sorry. You might have been great.” “What’s the game?” “It’s a big, big game of tag. Everyone in the city will run to escape. If you’re tagged, you lose. Everyone wants to win. It’s too bad you can’t play.” “Why can’t I play?” Kateryna said, “You’re only four. You’d get tired, cry, and make a fuss.” “I won’t. I won’t make a fuss.” “You would have been good at this game. The prizes are spectacular. Including that new doll, Laura, that you wanted so badly.” “If I win, I will get Laura?” “Yes, and lots more.” Outside, people were running and shouting. “There are candies, treats, games, and other toys for the winners. But you could never win. You would cry and quit.” “No, Mommy. I’ll be good. I want to play and win the prizes.” “I’m so sorry, Dear. The game is long and hard, and I don’t think you’re strong enough.” “Oh, Mommy, I really, really want to. I promise to be good.” Maria looked as if she was ready to throw a tantrum. “None of that, or you will lose immediately,” scolded her mother. “Please?” she asked with the most adoring smile. “Well, I don’t know,” said her mother. “There are many people who can tag you, and you must run away from all of them.” “I will. Please?” Kateryna looked appreciatively at her fair-haired daughter. The prekindergarten teacher told her that Maria was her star pupil because she was so advanced with her numbers and letters. She loved her toy piano and played well with the other children. Kateryna could see herself in the child, not just in the likeness of her face and features but in spirit and desire. Normally, a good-natured and happy-go-lucky sort of woman, she felt she could rise to any challenge. And now, she faced her fiercest test. “If I let you play, there can be no quitting. Do you agree? Pinky Swear?” “Yes! Yes! Pinky Swear,” said Maria jumping up and down. Static from the radio crackled behind them. The news announcer said, “This city has been a center for trade and manufacturing for key businesses along the Black Sea coast. But now its magnificent architecture and unique decor are being wiped off the face of the earth.” With steely determination, Kateryna suppressed her fears and shut the radio off. As the explosions drew near, she calmly said, “Let’s get ready! “Keep these documents safe,” Kateryna said, tucking the papers into Maria’s coat pocket. “They are the game tickets with your name. The rules of the game are strict. And you must reach the winning flag without being tagged. You must stay close to me and don’t talk to people. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Whenever I say run, you run. Or else, the bad men will tag you.” Maria nodded. She put a scarf around Maria’s neck and buttoned up her coat. Then she pulled up the collar before being satisfied that she would be warm. “My gloves,” squeaked Maria. “Here they are.” As they left their apartment building and stepped out onto the street, they saw people leaving their houses in panic. “Are all these people playing the game?” “Yes. See how much fun they’re having. I told you it was a popular game. You must be tough to play. Are you tough?” “Yes. Mommy.” “Are you?” her mother asked with a raised brow. The skinny four-year-old put her hands on her hips, stood like a superhero with her chest out, and shouted, “I’m tough, and I mean it!” Fairly bursting with laughter, Kateryna said, “Okay, then. Let’s go,” Kateryna gripped the girl’s hand firmly and said, “This way.” As they hurried, there were loud explosions throughout the city. When they reached the train station, shells were bursting high above. “Gosh! Everything is happening so fast.” “Be patient, Dear.” They managed to squeeze onto a packed rail car, but the train was slow and made many erratic stops as if it were engaged in a game of dodgeball. Soon Maria complained, “The people are scary.” Kateryna touched the girl’s cheek and said, “Be brave. We’re on a great adventure. You must be bold.” But after two hours, Maria scowled and said, “I’m cold.” As Kateryna rearranged the girl’s scarf and coat, deep frown lines bit into her face threatening to become a permanent mask. She removed the girl’s gloves and rubbed the tiny hands. Then she planted a kiss on Maria’s rosy cheek. Maria pouted, “I’m hungry.” “Maria, you’re a troublesome thing.” Kateryna took a package out of her pocket and unwrapped a Kanapky sandwich for her. The girl took several bites and then looked disinterested in the rest. She sulked, “I’m thirsty.” “I don’t have any water,” said her exasperated mother. “But if you’re going to be a nasty girl, we will have to quit the game and go home immediately.” “Mommmm,” whined Maria. Nearby, a very old, cantankerous-looking woman, rumpled and wrinkled as a walnut, said, “Here, I have an extra.” She handed Maria a small water bottle. “Thank you. That’s generous of you,” said Kateryna with relief. After another hour, Maria pressed her face against the window, peering into the night as February’s frost crept along the windowpane, forming the jagged lines of an ice blossom. Suddenly, the train bounced and rocked. Pieces of steel and glass flew about. People screamed in pain. A bit of shrapnel cracked the skull of a nearby man. It made the sound of a champagne cork popping. THUNK! “Mommy, that man is bleeding.” “Shhh. It was an accident. He will be taken care of. We must keep moving.” They fled the train and the bombardment area. Kateryna gripped her daughter’s hand tightly and pulled her along as quickly as possible. When they reached a military checkpoint, a soldier told them it was safer to travel on the back roads. “He’s dressed like Daddy. Is Daddy playing too?” “Yes, Darling,” said Kateryna, holding back a tear. “I’m afraid he is.” “I’m scared, Mommy.” Gathering her courage, Kateryna said, “Don’t be frightened, Maria. Remember, it’s only a game. And we’re going to win. Just don’t let them tag you, okay.” “Huh ha.” In the early morning hours, the rosy glow of the sun kissed the horizon just as they reached the top of a hill. “Can we rest, Mommy? I’m tired.” “Not yet. See that bunker across the field? That’s the finish line. When we get there, we’ll win the prize.” “Oh good,” said Maria, perking up, but she could barely move. Kateryna picked her up and carried her. But after going only a hundred yards, Maria exclaimed, “Huh, oh. Mommy are those the bad men?” pointing to men with guns chasing them. Kateryna looked over her shoulder and said, “Yes, Maria. They are very bad men. Evil does not sleep; it waits for a chance to catch you. So, we must hurry.” She put Maria down and said, “See that bunker ahead. That’s the finish line. That’s where you turn in your ticket. Hold it fast to your chest.” Then she leaned closer and whispered, “I love you, Dearest,” though the sentiment seemed more like goodbye. “I love you too, Mommy,” said Maria clutching her ticket. The child’s words wrapped around Kateryna like a thick warm blanket. She yelled, “Run, Maria, run!” The noise from the blasts was terrific and the flashes of the overhead lights cast eerie shadows on their path. Cold breath steamed from their mouths as they huffed and puffed. Gripped by the full force of her worst fears, Kateryna yelled, “Run, Maria! Don’t look back! Run!” Maria ran with all the might and passion a four-year-old could muster. Finally, when she reached the bunker, a giant armor-clad soldier pulled her to safety. Maria jumped up and down and shouted over the din, “Did we win, Mommy? Did we win?” Then, suddenly, and loudly, Maria let out a cry that tore through the night. She sobbed unrelentingly, even as she stuttered out several snot-thick breaths. In the open field, just a dozen yards from the bunker, her mother lay face-down, sprawled out like a discarded rag doll.
- Rear Admiral Henry Gallant | H Peter Alesso
Rear Admiral Henry Gallant AMAZON Chapter 1 Far Away Captain Henry Gallant was still far away, but he could already make out the bright blue marble of Earth floating in the black velvet ocean of space. His day was flat and dreary. Since entering the solar system, he had been unable to sleep. Instead, he found himself wandering around the bridge like a marble rattling in a jar. His mind had seemingly abandoned his body to meander on its own, leaving his empty shell to limp through his routine. He hoped tomorrow would bring something better. I’ll be home soon, he thought. A welcoming image of Alaina flashed into his mind, but it was instantly shattered by the memory of their last bitter argument. The quarrel had occurred the day he was deployed to the Ross star system and had haunted him throughout the mission. Now that incident loomed like a glaring threat to his homecoming. As he stared at the main viewscreen of the Constellation, he listened to the bridge crew’s chatter. “The sensor sweep is clear, sir,” reported an operator. Gallant was tempted to put a finger to his lips and hiss, “shh,” so he could resume his brooding silence. But that would be unfair to his crew. They were as exhausted and drained from the long demanding deployment as he was. They deserved better. He plopped down into his command chair and said, “Coffee.” The auto-server delivered a steaming cup to the armrest portal. After a few gulps, the coffee woke him from his zombie state. He checked the condition of his ship on a viewscreen. The Constellation was among the largest machines ever built by human beings. She was the queen of the task force, and her crew appreciated her sheer size and strength. She carried them through space with breathtaking majesty, possessing power and might and stealth that established her as the quintessential pride of human ingenuity. They knew every centimeter of her from the forward viewport to the aft exhaust port. Her dull grey titanium hull didn’t glitter or sparkle, but every craggy plate on her exterior was tingling with lethal purpose. She could fly conventionally at a blistering three-tenths the speed of light between planets. And between stars, she warped at faster than the speed of light. Even now, returning from the Ross star system with her depleted starfighters, battle damage, and exhausted crew, she could face any enemy by spitting out starfighters, missiles, lasers, and plasma death. After a moment, he switched the readout to scan the other ships in the task force. Without taking special notice, he considered the material state of one ship after another. Several were in a sorrowful dysfunctional condition, begging for a dockyard’s attention. He congratulated himself for having prepared a detailed refit schedule for when they reached the Moon’s shipyards. He hoped it would speed along the repair process. Earth’s moon would offer the beleaguered Task Force 34, the rest and restoration it deserved after its grueling operation. The Moon was the main hub of the United Planets’ fleet activities. The Luna bases were the most elaborate of all the space facilities in the Solar System. They performed ship overhauls and refits, as well as hundreds of new constructions. Luna’s main military base was named Armstrong Luna and was the home port of the 1st Fleet, fondly called the Home Fleet. Captain Julie Ann McCall caught Gallant’s eye as she rushed from the Combat Information Center onto the bridge. There was a troubled look on her face. Is she anxious to get home too? Was there someone special waiting for her? Or would she, once more, disappear into the recesses of the Solar Intelligence Agency? After all these years, she’s still a mystery to me. McCall approached him and leaned close to his face. In a hushed throaty voice, she whispered, “Captain, we’ve received an action message. You must read it immediately.” Her tight self-control usually obscured her emotions, but now something extraordinary appeared in her translucent blue eyes—fear! He placed his thumb over his command console ID recognition pad. A few swipes over the screen, and he saw the latest action message icon flashing red. He tapped the symbol, and it opened. TOP SECRET: ULTRA - WAR WARNING Date-time stamp: 06.11.2176.12:00 Authentication code: Alpha-Gamma 1916 To: All Solar System Commands From: Solar Intelligence Agency Subject: War Warning Diplomatic peace negotiations with the Titans have broken down. Repeat: Diplomatic peace negotiations with the Titans have broken down. What this portends is unknown, but all commands are to be on the highest alert in anticipation of the resumption of hostilities. Russell Rissa Director SIA TOP SECRET: ULTRA - WAR WARNING He reread the terse communication. As if emerging from a cocoon, Gallant brushed off his preoccupation over his forthcoming liberty. He considered the possibilities. Last month, he sent the sample Halo detection devices to Earth. He hoped that the SIA had analyzed the technology and distributed it to the fleet, though knowing government bureaucracy, he guessed that effort would need his prodding before the technology came into widespread use. Still, there should be time before it becomes urgent. The SIA had predicted that the Titans would need at least two years to rebuild their forces before they could become a threat again. Could he rely on that? Even though he was getting closer to Earth with every passing second, the light from the inner planets was several days old. Something could have already transpired. There was one immutable lesson in war: never underestimate your opponent. A shiver ran down his spine. This is bad. Very bad! Gone was the malaise that had haunted him earlier. Now, he emerged as a disciplined military strategist, intent on facing a major new challenge. Looking expectantly, he examined McCall’s face for an assessment. Shaking her head, she hesitated. “The picture is incomplete. I have little to offer.” Gallant needed her to be completely open and honest with him, but he was unsure how to win that kind of support. He rubbed his chin and spoke softly, “I’d like to tell you a story about a relationship I’ve had with a trusted colleague. And I’d like you to pretend that you were that colleague.” McCall furrowed her brow, but a curious gleam grew in her eyes. He said, “I’ve known this colleague long enough to know her character even though she has been secretive about her personal life and loyalties.” McCall inhaled and visibly relaxed as she exhaled. Her eyes focused their sharp acumen on Gallant. “She is bright enough to be helpful and wise enough not to be demanding,” continued Gallant. “She has offered insights into critical issues and made informed suggestions that have influenced me. She is astute and might know me better than I know myself because of the tests she has conducted. When I’ve strayed into the sensitive topic of genetic engineering, she has soothed my bumpy relationship with politicians.” He hesitated. Then added, “Yet, she has responsibilities and professional constraints on her candidness. She might be reluctant to speak openly on sensitive issues, particularly to me.” McCall’s face was a blank mask, revealing no trace of her inner response to his enticing words. He said, “If you can relate to this, I want you to consider that we are at a perilous moment. It is essential that you speak frankly to me about any insights you might have about this situation.” She swallowed and took a step closer to Gallant. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. “Very well,” she said. “The Chameleon are a spent force. After the loss of their last Great Ship, they are defenseless. They agreed to an unconditional surrender. They might even beg for our help from the Titans. Their moral system is like ours and should not be a concern in any forthcoming action. However, the Titans have an amoral empathy with other species.” He gave an encouraging nod. She added, “Despite the defeat of Admiral Zzey’s fleet in Ross, the Titans remain a considerable threat. They opened peace negotiations ostensibly to seek a treaty with a neutral zone between our two empires. But we can’t trust them. They are too aggressive and self-interested to keep any peace for long. One option they might try is to eliminate the Chameleon while they have the opportunity. Another is to rebuild their fleet for a future strike against us. However, the most alarming possibility would be an immediate attack against us with everything they currently have. They might even leave their home world exposed. But that would only make sense if they could achieve an immediate and overwhelming strategic victory.” Gallant grimaced as he absorbed her analysis. She concluded, “This dramatic rejection of diplomacy can only mean that they are ready to reignite the war—with a vengeance. They will strike us with swift and ruthless abandon.” Gallant turned his gaze toward the bright blue marble—still far away.