| From: | ANGLISS BRIAN EDWARD <angliss@****.Colorado.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Maxim Internal Security Log |
| Date: | Tue, 16 Jan 1996 01:04:30 -0700 (MST) |
>>>>>[ +++++Begin re-routing, Peregrine communications via Corporate
Security. Authorization: John Skulkin, voice print/handprint/retinal
print/24 character alphanumeric code. Crosschecking..... Access
approved. Communications rerouted via Corporate Security division.+++++
Ma'am, re-routing is complete. Doctor, I apologize, but I needed to
guarantee total security over this line as we are communicating
telemetry, voice, and we cannot take any unnecessary risks.
'Very well, Mr. Skulkin.'
"ETA, Dr. Spin?"
'2 minutes, 14 seconds to detonation.'
"And the bogey?"
It will arrive sooner than I predicted. Unfortunately, my intelligence
was inaccurate. It will arrive within 2 hours after detonation. It is
an Ares Macrotech rocket, far more sophisticated than any of our own.
"Sattelite conditions?"
There are 5 sattelites with excellent visibility, LOS, to the target
area. None of them are known to be surveillance sattelites. All are
communications sattelites. 8 sattelites have indirect views, 3 of which
are known surveillance, none of which have been re-oriented toward that
direction.
'ETA: 1 minute, 35 seconds.'
"Can we jam the 5 with LOS?"
Not without incuring the wrath of Tir Taingire, the Ute nation, Shiawase,
Saeder-Krupp, and Aztechnology, no.
"And any of them could be dual-purpose sattelites like some of our own,
correct?"
Yes. None have exhibited unusual perspective shifts or orbit changes.
'ETA: 1 minute, 15 seconds. Activate Telemetry on my mark.....Mark.'
(Telemetry active.)
'Bring all systems on-line. Begin arming sequence on my mark.....Mark.
ETA: 1 minute and counting. Mr. Skulkin, Madame President, please sit
back and watch the show.'
(Arming sequence begun. All systems on-line. Green lights across the
board.)
'ETA: 45 seconds. Status?'
(All systems nominal. Tritium pressure steady. Detonators charge in
3...2...1...Detonator capacitors charged.)
'ETA: 35 seconds. Telemetry?'
(Recieving. Sat telemetry active. All systems green light. We are at
Stop Point. Awaiting final code.)
'ETA: 25 seconds. Madame President?'
"SP Code Alpha Omega Iota Kappa Zero Active"
+++++Verification: Nicole Velli, voiceprint/retinal/palmprint verified.
Transmitting code. Awaiting response....+++++
(Code transmitted and accepted.)
'ETA: 20 seconds. 19.....18.....17.....16.....15......14.....13.....12
.....11.....10.....9.....8.....7.....6.....5.....4.....3.....2.....1.....'
(Rocket telemetry interupted. No longer recieving.)
'Sats?'
(Still active.)
"Visual, Dr. Spin."
'Yes, Madame President. Visual!'
(We've lost Sat 2! Final telemetry indicates EMP!)
"My God, John.... Look at it...."
No nearly as impressive as a real airburst. A flash, some limited
cratering, but largely radiation damage.
'Our readings show the lunar regolith beneath the explosion has been
fused. Evidence of the tremendous energy emitted.'
"Sats 1 and 3?"
'Still transmitting. They're hardened against EMP, while Sat 2 was
specifically left unhardened to verify EMP effects. I'll have
preliminary yeild, radiation, etc for you shortly.'
I am become Death, the shatterer of worlds.
"What was that, John?"
Oh, just something that Oppenheimer said at the Trinity blast a hundred
and so years ago after he saw the first nuclear test.
"Ah, I take it you don't approve, then?"
I didn't say that. I just find the quote appropriate, that's all.
"Hmmmm.... Doctor?"
'We designed the device for a yeild of 15 kilotons, plus or minus 1%.
For some reason, we appear to have either refined the plutonium or the
tritium to such a purity that we achieved 16.3 kilotons, on preliminary
data. Lingering radiation is within 5% of projections. EMP is
sufficient to fuse all non-shielded electronics within a 50 km radius, we
believe. I'll know more as the data comes in.'
"Congratulations, Dr. Spin. You've succeeded."
'Thank you, Madame President. If that's all, I'd like to spend more time
with the data.'
"Of course. Good night, Doctor."
+++++Peregrine Station Uplink Terminated.
"Well, John?"
Congratulations, Nicole. You've just become the worlds newest nuclear
power. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much to do before the rest of
the world becomes aware of our powers.
"Of course. One thing, though. Did the additional weapons get
successfully distributed?"
Yes, ma'am. They are at thier target destinations and are in the process
of being loaded into delivery weapons.
"Very good. Good night, John."
I don't think so, ma'am. I'll not sleep for quite some time, I'm
afraid. I will be too busy. As will you, I suspect, very shortly.
"I suspect so as well. ]<<<<<
-- Maxim Internal Security Log <12:13:35/01-16-57>
