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Rings of Fate S4xE3 – Mars – Resolution

All sorts of cables, and wires were leading from the ancient ship. If Kurt had to guess, he’d wager that the former settlers had tried to refuel the ship.

“Doctor? The linkers?” Stewart Dixon tapped Kurt lightly on the shoulder. Giving him an approving nod Kurt turned, tapping Erika Olafdottir on the shoulder to signal her to follow too.

Through the mostly dark hallways of the long abandoned Valles Marineries settlement,  their path would lead them back to the tubes. The ride back to the colony would again consume half an hour or more, until he was back at his trashed lab, perhaps another thirty minutes.


They would have to skip debriefing. While they drove to the abandoned settlement, the linkers had manufactured a dozen or so replicas of his connector for the quantum entanglement device.

One of those would surely fit, they were running calculations for it when the group around Kurt entered the Valles Marineries settlement. Maybe he should ask Stu whether they could send another team to the lab, equipped with space suits, since he had damaged those in the airlock.

“How good are these suits?” He turned to Stu who sat next to him while Erika piloted the cab. “They are neat if you have to cross through hostile environments, but I wouldn’t say they’re good replacement for a full environmental suit. Why?”

“Could you go into vacuum with it? For a short period?”

Stu shook his head. “The helmet is not that tightly sealed, we didn’t take gloves, boots or oxygen with us. Why do you ask these questions?”

Quickly Kurt explained the situation with his lab, the linkers and the connector he had hidden. “Stewart Dixon to command, come in command.”

Curious Kurt watched Stu signal the command centre of the police force. He ordered a cab sent to the lab with full environmental suits, afterwards he instructed Erika to go to the lab instead, their mission wasn’t over yet.

“Olympus Mons top most three levels are inaccessible at the moment.” Erika looked up from her tiny display, at the same time Stu was contacted by command, who informed him of the same issue.


Kurt’s tablet revealed to him that Leopold was still in the new segment of the colony, strolling around, information on the transponder near him revealed that Tracy Morgan, a childhood friend of his, was with him. Relieved that his son was safe Kurt looked up ahead.

Not too soon, as Erika had engaged a full stop. In the tube ahead another cab was sitting in the way, blocking their path. Erika cussed, as she examined the cab ahead for a moment. It was without power, and by the looks of it, the emergency bolts were engaged, effectively locking it in place, so that pushing it out of the way was impossible.

“Henriksen, Scully, with me. The rest give us cover.” She barked, opening a tiny door behind the seat under which the controls were hidden.

The three exited the vehicle, inched towards the other cab. At least there was pressure in the tube. Thankful for that circumstance Kurt took up his tablet again. Tied in with the usual network again he checked on Leopold again.


“Why do you believe that the information is shoddy?” Leopold glanced to Tracy. Her corkscrew curls bounced as she walked. “Because politicians lie all the time, so I don’t believe in the story of some weird technology linking people’s heads.”

“Minds.” He corrected her. Up to that point he only had told her that there was an incident in his father’s lab, not what he had seen.

“Whatever. Listen, my dad’s gonna be furious if I’m not home by 2200, so, I gotta split. See ya tomorrow in school?”

“Tracy, I’ve seen two people murdered today. Whether you believe the president, or not. Just be cautious. Okay?”

Tracy stopped dead in her tracks. Doubtful she stard at Leopold. “You’re making this up. To impress me or something.”

“I swear, I saw them. In my dad’s lab.” The usual playful demeanour in his expression was gone. “Pa said that Mum had struck him down, he assumes she’s a linker.”

A signal from his tablet drew Leopold’s attention. A message from his father.

For a moment Tracy observed him reading it, growing pale. “Tracy, go home, and be weary of anything out of the ordinary. Okay?”

He turned around, he needed to go to, where exactly? Home? “What happened?” Tracy grabbed his hand, sending an electrifying pulse through him. “They found the implants with the transponder signals of my mum and others. Rigged to function outside the human body.” A new form of terror began to grow in Leopold.

His mother was out there. Not Valles Marineries out there, but around the corner out there. Untraceable.

So were the others who already got chipped with the new implant. He, or Tracy could be grabbed from behind a corner, chipped and get lost in the collective mind.

A paranoid sensation got hold of him, he began to tremble. “Come with me, Leo.” Tracy sighed, firming her grip on his hand, pulling him with her, and back to reality. “My dad will surely lose his mind, but if you stay on the couch, I guess it’ll be fine.”

Not feeling very reassured Leopold followed her, slowly calming down from his paranoid fear.

On the fourteen minute walk to her quarters they saw groups of police roam the paths, hallways and gardens. Occasionally they spoke with people at their quarters doors. Overheard bits and pieces of the conversations always were about missing people from those families. Either the police inquired about them, or the people stopped them to ask about their missing relatives.

In the hallway outside Tracy’s quarters they met a group of four policemen. They saw Tracy and approached. Immediately he felt a wall of ice and fire hit him. By the way Tracy reached for his hand again, he guessed that she felt similarly. “Tracy Morgan?”

“Y-Yes?” She stammered, tightening her grip on his hand.

“We’re here to inquire about Robert and Cindy Morgan.” Clenching Leopold’s hand tightly Tracy replied that those were her parents. “They failed to pick up Spencer Morgan from daycare, we were informed. Do you know their present wereabouts?” Suddenly pale herself Tracy just shook her head. “We have informed Doctor Jules Morgan to take care of you and Spencer until the wereabouts of your parents are cleared.” The police man who had led the conversation turned to Leopold with an inquiring look. “Leopold Braun, son of Doctor Kurt Braun. Any news about my mother, Doctor Maya Braun?”

Another of then officers looked on his tablet, shook his head. “Sorry kid.” Hurrying on the officers left the hallway.


A quiet moment passed. “Now do you still believe it’s all lies?” Slowly Leopold inched towards the locked quarters. A small warning sign was displayed on the access panel. If anyone tried to open the door, the police would be alarmed.

Turning around to look at her, Leopold noticed that Tracy was crying. “Hey, I’m sure they’re fine.”

Sniffing and sobbing Tracy stepped closer. “How? They’re in that collective mind link thing. Or they’re dead. There is no way to track them. How can they be fine?”


Leopold suddenly felt the same pain for his mother, who had always been there for him. Fighting the tears he took a deep breath. “Listen. As far as I understood that collective mind thing, their memories, their love for you and Spencer, is all preserved. For as long as the link remains, even if their bodies have died. In a perverted sort, they have become immortal. If we can fight the linkers from taking over, there is a chance we can get them back. If we can’t, we’ll all end up in the link, and be together forever.” He grabbed her by the shoulders.

Kurt’s lab came back to mind. If any of them had any chance of seing either of their parents again, it was there.

Not inside. Not for anything in this world or another would Leopold set foot inside the lab again. “We could go to my father’s lab.” He let go of her shoulders, looking down the hallway. “To what end?”

“See my mother or your parents maybe?” Without explaining his assumptions further he grabbed for her hand and pulled her away from the locked door.


With a few wires, exttracted from the inactive cab, Erika had rigged some primitive welding tool. Noisily one of the bolts fell to the ground.

After jamming the cab the linkers had gutted it, making it inoperable, in addition to immovable. Drawing power from the mainlines in the tube Erika made sure they wouldn’t run out of juice to finish the job of cutting off the bolts.

“That’s the last one.” She yelled back. Progress would be slower now. Someone would have to remain in the inactive cab while they pressed on at snail’s pace. If they jammed one cab there was no telling if they hadn’t left more obstacles. Closed bulkheads, more cabs, mines.

“Let’s hit it.” Stu barked back, one of the men climbed inside the inactive cab, he had his gun and his radio ready. Meanwhile Kurt grew more and more concerned. Leopold and Tracy had left the main settlement, headed for the old colony. He was reassured that the upper most levels were under lock down, but knowing the resourcefulness of teens, they would find a way, and Leopold surely was determined enough to go there.

Slower than anticipated the cab moved forward, pushing the other one. “Why didn’t we cut those with the lasers?” Stu pointed at his gun.

“It would’ve drained the batteries. Do you want a confrontation with the linkers, without juice?” Kurt replied instead of Erika who was piloting the two cabs, paying attention to the display in front of her and the image on her HUD from her colleague’s headcam. “Intersection coming up.” Relieved she slowed the cab, her colleague jumped over. The inactive cab kept moving towards the intersection, remotely Erika manipulated the magnetic fields in the tube to pull the other cab in the tube they wouldn’t be taking.

Picking up speed the hatch closed, taking away the wind Kurt found refreshing. “Reinforcement is on the way to your lab, they have the materials requested.” Not having time to feel relief Kurt just nodded it off and returned his attention to his tablet.

Leopold and Tracy were at the original colony. A maze of tunnels, ladders and ramps, half forgotten. “Don’t go to the lab.” He punched in a message to his son, hoping that their signals wouldn’t vanish from the screen in some tunnel not tied into the network.


“Why can’t we take the tube?” Tracy felt uncomfortable climbing the ladder ahead of Leopold, less because she was afraid he might look at her behind, but because someone or something might be waiting for them at the upper end. “Do you want to see your parents, or be taken into custody and handed over to your uncle? I’m pretty sure that the police have locked down the upper levels.”

Not replying she kept on climbing. “You’re looking at my ass, aren’t you?”

“I’m tempted, but at the moment distracted by the circumstances.” He replied a little short on breath. How far have they climbed already? Looking at his gadgets was of no use, as the wireless network was not extending into their current location.

It was definitely too long ago that he had played in these tunnels, a few years ago he would’ve known exactly where they were.

“Once we’re up there,” Tracy paused as the reached the top of the ladder, orientating in a dimly lit narrow hallway, “what’s the plan?”

“I don’t know yet.” Leopold admitted, pointing down the hallway, after a few meters they entered another vertical shaft with a ladder, leading up. The same thought he had when he explored these hallways and shafts as a kid, returned to his mind. How did the settlers who came to Mars deal with these narrow spaces?


With a hiss the doors to the cab opened, a team of policemen and women awaited the arrivals outside, two of the waiting people were already in spacesuits.

Kurt began suiting up, together with Erika, while the bulk of the team already began advancing on the lab.

After a few minutes Kurt heard frantic calls from the radio. An ambush!

It did not take long for the group around him to catch up to the others. Several people, uniformed and civilian alike, were lying strewn in the hallway, with scorched holes in clothes and flesh. Clearly the linkers knew how to aim, and those back in the Valles Marineries settlement just were decoy, deliberately aiming badly.

Although resenting the idea of firing a gun, Kurt picked one up. Some primal instinct made him feel safer with a weapon in hand.

“Do you know how to shoot?” Erika crouched next to him. “Aim, pull the trigger, hope it isn’t a friend you’re hitting.” Kurt replied with a thin voice.

“That about sums it up.” Erika was not going to deny him the use of a gun in their situation. Finding cover behind a corner Kurt heard shouts from Stu, who ordered the linkers to stand down, or be taken down.

In return the linkers ordered Stu to retreat, as they only wished to be themselves and connect with their brethren. “Stop firing!” Kurt yelled, stepping around the corner.

Behind him he heard Erika say something, but it drowned in the noise.

There was no shooting as Kurt stepped around the corner. The doors to the airlock leading to his lab were at the far side of the corridor. He noticed that the spacesuits were missing. A strange satisfaction took hold of him at the realisation that some linkers had bought it due to his trap.

Why these linkers were much more hostile than the ones he had read about in the reports was beyond his comprehension. Perhaps because they were not yet tied in with the collective mind, and recruited from a less utopian society.

Martian history was a constant struggle against the environment, the odds and sometimes other humans. The ideals in martian society were different to those aboard the ships that had left Earth all that time ago. “Take cover, Braun!” Stu barked back at him, but somehow the linkers had stopped firing.

“Kurt.” Behind another corner a woman emerged. Maya! Fighting the impulse to run to her and embrace her Kurt remained where he was.

“Four of us were killed by your actions, why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kurt sighed inching closer. “To stop, or at least delay you.”

“We can’t be stopped. Right now we are inside the lab.” A hint of a smug smile played around the corners of her mouth. “And then what? Will you leave, or will you bring your people here? And what is to become of the rest of us?” Still inching closer. For a change he was glad he didn’t have had the time to don the gloves. The haptic sensation of the gun in his right hand behind his back was reassuring, wouldn’t even remotely feel the same with the clunky gloves. “That is up to you. Join us, and we all can enjoy the spoils of victory.”

That was not his wife talking anymore. It was her mouth uttering these words with her voice, but it was not her. “Somewhere inside that collective mindset of yours are the memories, emotions and thoughts of all the people incorporated into your kind. Do you know what you have done? Do you feel the guilt? The pain? Quirin and Alexandra, you killed them. These men and women here, did they have friends, loved ones or family amongst your ranks? Does any of this cause any reaction inside your collective?”

Maya did not flinch. Nor did the other linkers.

“If I had to draw comparisons to biology here, you’re acting like a cancerous growth. You kill the host, not grow from it. Once you are connected to the others, they will make you see, and feel the err of your ways.”

Awkwardly smilimg all of a sudden Maya nodded. The other linkers dropped their guns. “You are correct, Doctor Braun.” A group of twenty linkers got up from behind their covers, hands raised above their heads. “We hand you over those biological units who have committed acts of violence or murder against your people.” Maya too raised her hands. “This could have been avoided if you hadn’t disconnected the quantum entanglement device from the network.” She blinked.

“I know.” Kurt felt the heavy burden of that guilt weigh down on him. “But still. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t sent that program and implant.” Maya’s face became blank.

Hastily the police behind Kurt rushed to apprehend the surrendering linkers. “What now Doc?” Stu held Maya, now cuffed, waiting for others to take her away. “We can’t let them get away.”

“Why not?” Kurt gave the man the pistol he had collected. “Those who killed are in custody. Those who didn’t commit any crimes are free to go. Their only crime is the fact that they were assimilated into a collective. If I understand it correctly, by their own free will, or otherwise their collective would’ve died down.” He looked at Maya, who should’ve known better than subject herself to the implant. “He speaks the truth. Almost. Some of those now in the fold, aren’t volunteers. That is part of the reason for their violent behaviour.” Maya spoke with a voice that was distant, not at all in touch with her surroundings. It was the collective mind that was speaking, Kurt had to remind himself. “However, once they were tied in with the others, and now with us, they have become instantly blissed with the closure the link provides.”

“What can we do? Stop them? In a short time there will be a linker ship arriving, taking those with them, or landing great numbers of their own. The only thing we can do, is hope to remain unscathed.” Turning to Maya he felt a deep pain in his heart. “And hope that we get back what is ours.”

Showing no emotion what so ever Maya raised an eyebrow. “We have no interest in Mars and its resources, we had, and still have, an interest in broadening the spectrum of our genome. By this incident we have procured enough, but if you are willing to contribute more, we are open to negotiations.” Stu looked at her with an expression of disgust and anger, but was stopped from replying by Kurt.

“I think not.” The scientist said in a thin voice, close to tears. Biting back the tears he closed his eyes. All too much did he want to kiss her, feel her embrace. But it was no use. That was no longer Maya, no longer his beloved wife.

“Use of your communication device will be returned to you upon our arrival.”


The lights ahead were out. Reluctance to go on had taken hold of both Tracy and Leopold. It didn’t help that the wireless still wasn’t in reach.

“We need to go on.” She fumbled around her pockets, pulling out a phone and switching on a flashlight.

The air was dry, dusty and stale, motes of dust danced in the light beam from Tracy’s phone. Leopold wished he had thought of that, following her to another hallway.

“We’re at the old air refinement plant. Or where ot used to be.” He pointed out a dusty sign on the wall. “I’m getting a weird feeling.” Tracy replied. “As if we’re the last people on Mars.” She squeezed his hand. “Im scared.”

“Me too.” Leopold admitted, now taking the lead. “But staying in these tunnels isn’t helping. We can’t hide down here forever.” After a few more turns, passing by doors that had been welded shut, they reached what he remembered to be an access point.


Outside the air was fresh, not dusty. They emerged in a small dead end corridor, next to a garden facility. “Three levels to climb. But we’re almost there.” He didn’t notice the buzzing of incoming messages from his tablet.

Why the old tunnels had been abandoned was obvious to both of them. The narrow nature of them was creating a claustrophobic experience, the darkness of the volcanic rock was only adding to it.

But both thought it had been a much better idea to seal them off than collapsing them, or filling them with something. “Where do you think my parents are?”

Hopefully not in the lab. “Probably at the lab, where I’m hoping to find my mother.”

Ahead a creak sounded through the hallway, startling them, quickly Leopold pulled Tracy inside the garden, and hid behind a raspberry bush.

Two men walked by, they did not look inside the garden, in their faces Leopold noticed the absence of all emotion. One of them carried a device, which looked like it had been crafted together from various parts in a haste.

After a few moments they heard the access hatch they had just come out from, open. “They’re gone.” Tracy hissed, Leopold quickly gestured her to be quiet.

Only now did he think of his tablet. Although the wireless network was not extending into the old tunnels and corridors, if they had their regular implants, proximity alone should be enough to show their location.

Only noticing that his father wrote him, but not the contents of the messages, he quickly brought up the scanner. With hand gestures he told Tracy to stay where she was, then crept out of the room, following the hallway to the hatch.

The two still had their transponder implants, and moved down the way that he and Tracy had come, but stopped. They went sideways, if Leopold had to guess, they entered one of the rooms, presumably the room once housing the air refreshment and recycling plant.

Seeing that they remained there, he sneaked back to the garden.

“Alright, let’s go.” He glanced down on the tablet, found that the two were either gone, or he had moved out of reach. They were not in range of the wireless, which was good for Leopold and Tracy.


Horrified Tracy gasped for air. After using a series of stairs to get to the level of the lab, they stumbled out into the hallways, littered with bodies of the dead and wounded.

One could distinguish between linkers and non linkers. The former were sitting there, clutching a wound, but otherwise unmoved by pain or consequences to the injury, while the latter moaned with pain and seemed utterly disturbed and astonished ton findn the two youths standing there.

At the entrance to the lab stood a group of policemen arguing, and barking commands into the radio. Uncertain whether those could be trusted, or were assimilated, Leopold and Tracy stared at them from the distance.

“What the hell are these two kids doing here?” Stu’s voice thundered through the hallway, drawing all attention to Leopold and Tracy.

Two of the men around him raised their guns, out of concern that they might be linkers. “I was looking for my parents, and she, well, for hers.” Stuttering and nervous Leopold explained who they were, and why they were present at that location.

Stu’s expression grew concerned after hearing their names.

“Your father’s inside.” He pounted at the airlock doors. “Your mother’s in custody for murder.” Relief washed over Leopold, both his parents were alive, he tightened his grip on Tracy’s hand. Stu nodded to another officer, who went through his tablet and then shrugged. “Miss Morgan, we sadly have no information on your parents.” Stu confirmed.

Feling as if she had been struck in the stomach by a heavy blow Tracy sank to the ground. “That doesn’t mean they’re dead! Perhaps they’re in the tunnels like the others?” Leopold tried comforting her, drawing Stu’s attention.

“Tunnels? Others?” Unwillingly his hand went to his gun in the holster.

“On our way up we went through the old tunnels, upper most entrance is three levels down from here. We saw two guys carrying a device into the tunnels, I suspect they brought it to the old air reclamation facilities.”

Suddenly growing pale Stu reached for his radio, calling for Kurt to come outside. A few minutes later the called scientist showed up in the airlock, a group of officers already proceeded to the old tunnels. “Leo!” Kurt tore off his helmet as quickly as possible, embracing his son.

For a moment the two took comfort in the embrace. “There’s a thing, in the tunnels, the linkers brought a thing into the tunnels.” letting go Leopold stammered.

Upon Kurt’s look to Stu the officer nodded in confirmation, over the radio he had received confirmation of a device in the former air reclamation room.


Finally out of the spacesuit Kurt enjoyed the relative freedom, although he felt a little chill. Outside the entrance hatch to the old tunnels stood an officer with his phone working as a relay, since the radio was tied into the wireless, and wouldn’t reach the old tunnels. Stu had both Leopold and Tracy taken to a safe location.

In the narrows of the old corridors and tunnels the chill that Kurt had felt before intensified, although the air was stale and thick with dust. There goes my freedom of movement. He followed the instructions given to him by the officer at the entrance.

Soon he reached the group of officers at the door to the old air reclamation room. Inside was othing but the device described by Leopold, and a series of pipes, one of which was hooked up to the device by some hose.

Concerned he kneeled down next to the device. Some of the parts used to conjur up the device were familiar, he had seen them before. But where?

“Two fugitives were seen running off. We apprehended them.” An officer behind him said. “Does that mean they’re gunned down, or are they in custody?” A familiar voice behind him caused Kurt to look over his shoulder.


“They’re alive. Why?” There was a trace of hostility in the man’s voice that Kurt could only understand all too well. The linkers were a threat, and dangerous. Keeping them alive when they posed as enemies was a gamble with fire.

“Bring them here, we need to know what this thing does.” Erika too entered the room, kneeling down next to Kurt and device.

“Belt.” He nodded to the hose, indicating that she should seal the hose with her belt. Taking it off the tube would be just as dangerous as keeping it on.

Erika jumped to her feet hurried over to the hose. “Ziptie.” She said, earning a “Even better.” from Kurt who investigated the device.

It struck him, where he had seen some of the parts before. “This creates implants!” He gasped standing up and inching back. He longed for the spacesuit.

“He is correct.” One of the men who had brought the device there was pushed into the room. He was injured, had a swollen eye and a dry blood trail from on of the corners of his mouth. “Why?” Erika shouted over her shoulder, she and Kurt just had kneeled down to the device again.

“Genetic diversity. We have all the diversity there is from the others, but your people are even more different.” He spoke calmly, although he had an injury related speech impediment. “His link to the others must be running over the radio. Tell your guy to shut it off.” Erika hissed.

Not paying any attention to them Kurt examined the device. It was active, but he couldn’t figure out where to turn it off. “Power source?” He glanced to Erika, who handed him a screw driver.

Looking for any screws he noticed there weren’t any.

“Get on the air!” He yelled over his shoulder to one of the officers. “Tell them to shut down any and all air vents in the mountain.”

Quickly one of them hurried off, since the relay device had been turned off, disconnecting the linker from the collective. He began expressing his pain and discomfort. “The Ziptie will contain the situation for now, but eventually the hose will burst, releasing the implants into the air of this room, from where they will spread through these old pipes into the entire mountain, all of the Martian colony.” Kurt sat up straight in front of the device. He would’ve loved to dismantle it, study the technology behind it.

“Get the environmental suits, these pipes need to be sealed shut. All of them.” He assumed that there must be limitations to the device. It couldn’t run for ever, pumping out gros amounts of implants that could be inhaled.

“Why don’t you blow it up?”

“Because, officer, not everything can be blown up to render it harmless. There surely are hundreds already in the tube,” Kurt was interrupted by the captured linker snickering fiendishly. “Try hundreds of thousands. We have devised nanotechnology to change the implants already in your bodies, reprogram them to our specifications.” His voice was a mixture of cackling and groaning, in between his amusement and his pain. Laced with a desire to rejoin the link. “Even worse.” Kurt mumbled, more to himself than anyone listening.


“Leo?” The one word message on his screen unsettled Leopold. His father never called him Leo, despite him insisting on it. “Yes?”

He hands shook, suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline wash over him.

“Get into the archives, I know you know the access codes. There is a lot in them, search for ‘suppression program’. Once you found the actual program, load it onto your tablet and release it into our network.” Feeling caught and concerned at the same time Leopold glanced at Tracy and her uncle in front of him. They watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Telling them that it was his dad would cause them only to ask more questions he wasn’t able to answer. “It’s Mark, my cousin, asking about Mum.” He lied with a smile, while already accessing the data his father had instructed him to. Controlling his reactions to the sheer amount of data suddenly available to him, he typed in the search string.

Several logs showed up, from various commanders of the ships in the distance, their subordinates and other people.

In the log of an Admiral he found what he was looking for. An actual link to an actual program. It loaded surprisingly quick into his device.

“How do I release it?”


“Excute iot” Kurt packed his tablet away. Typing with the thick gloves was a pain. Half the letters were either wrong or didn’t type. “Alright, we need to seal these. Behind him the door frame was covered. Thick sheets of plastic. No one without an environmental suit or a hasmat suit was allowed inside.

Although he’d have more freedom in a Hasmat, Kurt doubted that it was as effective as the spacesuit against the nanites.

His skin crawled at the thought of nanites. Microscopic machines that could reprogram other system or cells and DNA.

Two men were working with blowtorches on the pipes, sealing them off. Wireless reestablished, the police and the senate were painfully aware of everything that happened.

Kurt noticed that the hose was already bulging, they had enveloped it in another tube made from a transparent polymer. But that would not contain the nanites for long.

Clumsily he raised his hands, in them was a coil, mounted at the end of a pole. His hopes were to eliminate the threat by zapping the device and its product with a strong magnetic pulse. If that didn’t work, his hopes were that the nanites would still be kept in check by the magnetic field of the coil. “All pipes sealed.” Erika turned to him, waving the men in the hasmat suits outside, as her faith in them was equal to Kurt’s.

“Alright, trying option number one.” Kurt sighed into the voice activated microphone. The lights in the room flickered.

The original Doctor Braun had decided on the volcano as landing site for a number of reasons. One was the existence of the lava tunnels. No one had to dig to find shelter, the shelter was already there. Another was the properties of the tunnels. Or rather the rock around them. Shielding the inhabitants from radiation, and magnetic fields.

Outside the room the pulse did no damage.


Suddenly the few LEDs on the device, some of which were only visible due to reflections on other parts of the machine, went dark. “It worked, Doctor!” Erika exclaimed joyfully.

For now it did. “Indeed. Now I’m setting the trap.” Putting in another power cell from a shielded container, he carefully placed the EMP devive on the ground, next to the swollen hose, on a different setting than before he reactivated it, so that a constant magnetic field was produced. As he had hoped, the bulge in the hose moved to the device. “This room needs to be sealed, a constant power supply to the coil needs to be established.” A man in a Hasmat entered the room, carrying a cable from outside. “We anticipated your request, Doctor.” At the use of the plural Kurt felt tension rising in his spine, but relaxed as the officer in the hasmat suit plugged in the cable to the device, and checked the connection, nodded in approval and left.

With a pop, unheard by Kurt and Erika the hose burst open, an almost liquid blob of silvery sludge burst out and aligned with the field lines of the emitted field. How long will those be active? “We need to seal off those pipes outside the room, the old parts of the colony need to be completely cut off. Pipes, tubes, hoses and tunnels. I don’t want some kid playing in these tunnels and stirring up the nanite sludge in a few years.”


It was painful for Kurt to watch. Maya was thrashing around her cell in agony. She had withdrawal symptoms. As he had instructed, Leopold had released the program. None of the linkers was connected, unless they were really close to one another. Their need for closure now, was a dead give away. Huddled together in groups of two, three or more they were easy to spot. Those in custody did not have that luxury.

Still they faced a much brighter future. President Kinsey pardoned them, and would release them to their people once they arrived.

Seeing her in the agony of withdrawal still hurt Kurt. For an hour he had tried talking to her, with no effect.

She paused then, asked to be linked with someone, but after being denied, broke into her thrashing again. At least Leopold had not seen her like that. “I estimate that your people will soon arrive, by then I will be working on the wreck.” He neglected to tell her that the MISR had been retaken with the same program that inhibeted linker communication,  and was en route to RV-p296. Apparently the linker ship that had communicated via the relay, was also the one coming to Mars.

“I love you.” He whispered towards the bars, leaving.

The case in favour of TV/Radio license fees

Since I’m a strong believer of freespeech and free press and all that jazz, I have to tackle this.

Commercial channels are subject to market forces. It is this circumstance that makes factually wrong, and potentially dangerous, opinions wide spread. Because they bring views, which pleases the advertisers, which brings money.
So they bring f.e. antivaxx Bullshit, invite to “discussions” with proponents of said BS and endanger pubic health.
Freedom of speech? Sure.
Factually wrong? Sure.
Dangerous? Also sure. (In this example)

But those commercial channels are subject to market forces. Remember? If their biggest advertiser(s) don’t want certain topics, they won’t bring them. Freespeech? Nope!
“Advertiser friendly” spech? Hell yeah.

I hear you saying “why don’t they finance the pubic channels through a tax, giving them a budget?”
Well. First, budgets are appointed annually. Not much planning ahead if you don’t know next year’s budget.
Second. Who appoints that budget? The government.
Depending on your political inclination, that might be a good thing. For now. Governments change (in democratic countries at least). Next term there might be the polar opposite in charge. The news could/would change dramatically.
No more refugees welcome, now it’s only the evil foreigners. Or vice versa.
No more climate change, more everything is peachy. Or vice versa.
With a license fee model, the public channels remain (relatively) free of such political influence.

In addition. The finance model through the fee allows the public channels to produce/show programmes that would otherwise be neglected or outright not made at all, because they aren’t selling.

Sure. Public channels are run by boards, by humans, with their own political inclinations, their own affiliations and agendas. Are fee financed channels truly objective? No. No one is.
But they’re independent of the ruling party/parties. They’re independent of market forces.
Is there room for improvement? Sure. But to abolish the fee would end a vital pillar of free speech, a vital pillar of independent and objective journalism.

So. You morons on the left, you shitheads on the right, do not infringe on our rights, on our freedom. Hands off the fee.

Take care



This was written way ahead of my country’s turmoil over abolishing that fee. Thus threatening to plunge us into a darker age. Now, more than ever, we must fight to protect freedom (of speech) and independent journalism.