Eden Misbehaving Ch 01
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Tracklaying supervisor Gerald Kreusch had heard that the cable car transport was operational and wanted some answers about the rail tracks. He contacted Peter Parker.
"Mr Parker, this is Gerald Kreusch, tracklaying supervisor. I would like to get started on laying track on the other side of the mountain, now that the cable car system is in use. Can you do anything to expedite this?"
"I can certainly look into it, Gerald. What do you need to get up and running?
"A number of things, Mr Parker. First, we need a surveyor to lay out a line for the track. Then we need supplies of material for the trackbed, and of course help with bridging any streams or defiles in the ground. We also need to be able to cut through physical obstacles to a level track, such as rock outcrops and thick forest.
"Once we have a trackbed laid down, we need the sections of rail track; hopefully provided as complete sections of track, as that is easier to install than as separate parts – rails and crossties.
"I know it sounds a lot - and it is – but when the tunnel is complete, everyone from the Governor down will want to see track leading off from the tunnel, so that people have somewhere they can travel to before stepping down onto virgin soil. At the very least, foresters will need access, to see about which trees need to be felled and what should be left undisturbed."
Peter saw the logic to this request, and said so.
"I agree with you, Gerald. Leave me to try and get some action for you, as soon as possible. It may take a day or two to get the logistics arranged, so don't fret for a few days. Okay?"
"Okay, Mr Parker. I am relying on you, for the good of the colony."
Peter at once realised that providing the materials for this job was one which only The Personalia were in a position to help with, but the surveyor was a task he could handle immediately. There were two surveyors in the colony, currently working on the settlement extensions for more houses and streets. He suspected that one at least would be bored enough to jump at laying out a railroad in virgin ground. He sent a brief request to both of them, asking who might be interested in the daunting task. He ended by promising two armed guards for protection in the "uncharted" lands. He would tell them about The Personalia's mapping later.
Surprisingly, both men volunteered. Peter spoke to them together.
"Gents, if you can both participate in this venture, that would be great, as we can get the job done faster; but what about your current duties?"
Paul and Raoul both insisted they had assistants who could cope with most of the requirements for the time being. Paul declared, "Most of our work is of a routine nature, so our assistants know what to do, and how to do it. I don't know about Raoul, but I have been feeling down, about not using my knowledge and experience to the full. This job is more exacting."
Raoul nodded, saying, "I feel much the same. This rail track job looks like fun."
"Well, we have a good starting point for you fellows. The Personalia have imaged the whole surface of the planet, so you can have a vertical image of the entire enclave that we propose to settle. That will give you a chance to see what lines are possible. I understand that railway lines have to have a very small gradient, is that so?"
Raoul said, "Indeed so, Mr Parker. Do you have any LIDAR scans of the area, as that would be ideal for us?"
"LIDAR? Oh, I think I have heard of that: radar scanning of the contours?"
"That puts it simply, but yes. Do you have it?"
Peter paused, and picked up his phone.
"Honestly, I don't know. Let me ask the Governor." He phoned the Governor, who was in his office only metres away. "Governor? Peter Parker. Do we have a LIDAR scan of the enclave area? We do? Great. Uh-huh ... yes, sir."
He returned his attention to the two surveyors.
"Gentlemen, The Personalia did LIDAR scans some time ago, so they should be available on your phone. Just ring The Personalia, and ask for the LIDAR scans of the enclave, and it will be downloaded to you."
Paul intervened, "Fine. That is the first point dealt with. Now, clearing ground, and laying materials for a good roadbed for the track: what do we have in the way of scrapers, bulldozers, and crushed stone for ballast under the track?"
"Ah, there we have a problem," replied Peter. "The cable cars cannot carry heavy equipment over the mountain, and as far as the stone ballast is concerned, that would have to be located and prepared over there. We can speak to The Personalia about the equipment. Perhaps they can supply the vehicles from Earth. If I give you the number, perhaps you can ask them about that."
The two men agreed to do so, and Peter reported to the Governor about the arrangement he had made with the surveyors. John was quick to ask, "Did you promise them protection from the local animals?"
"Yes, sir. Two armed guards to go with them, I said."
"Peter, that is admirable, but can you make that two armed guards for EACH, as they may very well be working separately?"
"Oh, yes, of course. That was what I was thinking when I was expecting only one man. I shall ensure that each has two guards, prepared for anything."
"Thanks, Peter. Based on what Hubert reported about dangerous snakes, they should all have stout boots with high gaiters to protect their ankles and lower legs."
"Right. Got that. I will recommend tough trousers as well, in case of thorns on tall bushes; who knows where these surveyors will get to!"
The Personalia were not to surprised to get a call from the surveyors; having already worked out the logistics of laying track beyond the mountains.
"We understand your requirements. We ordered several machines from Earth a week ago, so we expect to pick up the pieces in the next day or so. The machines will be supplied as sections to be completed on New Eden. They are both too heavy and too bulky to fit into a standard Landership. We presume your engineers will be able to fit the sections together."
Raoul was glad to assent, "Yes, we have some competent guys that can do that. We just have to shift them to the enclave, where the sections will be delivered, I assume."
"You assume correctly, Raoul."
Raoul added a question, "Why can't you fit a machine into your Landerships? Don't you have various Landership designs for different applications?"
The Personalia voice sounded almost apologetic. "We have made several alterations recently. One was to provide some Landerships with extra fuel tanks to permit landing and take-off in one step. The other was to convert some Landerships into fuel tankers to extend the capabilities of standard Landerships.
"We have already had to strap some supplies to the outer hulls of Landerships, where the materials would not fit inside. Rail lines is an obvious example. Your excavation and earthmoving machines are another example, so we are redesigning our Landership design for a new marque with a higher lift capability. These Landerships will have a greater lifting body shape, becoming more triangular; and taller as well, to enable a cargo compartment of greater dimensions in length and height, with opening ports to enable such equipment to be inserted. This has necessitated another redesign for the closures of these ports, so that inevitable pressures inwards and outwards will not warp the doors. The greater mass involved has been factored into our calculations, to ensure that the Landership can still function well.
"It will be another few months before the first of these higher-capacity Landerships are ready for operation, so please be patient."
Paul put in his own idea. "Personalia, will your new ships be able to transport high-value timber logs, or at least high quality planks?"
"Yes. That was our thought. Sawn planks tend to be higher value commodities than uncut timber, so we would expect to obtain cargos from your sawmill for selling on Earth or Rehome."
"Can we get back to the rail lines? Where can we get ballast?"
"There are a number of scree slopes on the side of the mountains. Some of these can be sorted into graded sizes. We can configure nanos to shape stones into suitable sizes for your purposes."
"Please be careful. We don't want rounded stones. Angular stones lock together much better, for rail bed use."
"Ah, yes. This is a mathematical specification that we can adhere to. We are aware that large concrete blocks for coastal protection are manufactured into pointed shapes. We can produce the stones you require in similar shapes which will engage with each other, interlocking together."
"That sounds great! Can you do this for a range of sizes? Our trackbed requires different grades of stone, with the smallest sizes on the bottom."
"The specification you have described can be supplied, once we have selected a suitable scree slope. I presume you know where your tracks are going in the enclave?"
"It has not been exactly specified, as there is no delineated destination for a terminus. We have assumed a central route, or main line, with branches going off to the forests, to collect timber. We have also decided that eventually the enclave will be expanded as the population grows, so the central line will be calculated to go up to the border. There we will put in a turning loop as a temporary measure for a few years. The track laying gang are going to be busy for many months to come, it looks like."
Piotr arrived home from school with a question for his father, but had to wait until his Dad got home from work.
"Dad, I was asked at school today about the enclave. Some people want to know when families can start moving into that area, now that it has been cleared of megabeasts and fenced off. They heard that the cable cars are now working, and that some people have been using them."
His father Aaron was unsure of the situation, and said so.
"Piotr, as far as I am aware, only Hubert Swanson has been travelling the cable cars, in the course of his work at the research station. I know there are plans for rail tracks from the tunnel into the enclave, so some other people will be using the cable cars to get there and back. However, I don't think it was expected that settlers would be going there, until the train tunnel was operational. The idea was that settlers would bring a lot of baggage with them – tools and equipment; tents to live in until a house was built, and some furniture – table and chairs for example. The cable cars are not designed for cargo, except for the logs carried between them."
Piotr was young enough not to be deterred by adult thinking. He made his own suggestion.
"Dad, I assume that logs only go one way: from the enclave to here, and then go back empty. Why not have containers that fit in the log-carrying area, and families could have that as a cargo compartment for all their gear?"
Aaron, open-mouthed, stared at his adopted son. He finally spoke.
"Piotr, you are a genius!"
Piotr was nonchalant. "Yes, Dad, but what about my suggestion?"
Aaron let loose a belly laugh. "You are really great, my son! So very HUMAN, I have to say. Your idea is tremendous: Simple, sensible, and obvious once you think about it – and no-one has, until now. I must pass this on immediately."
He got out his phone, then looked at the time. "Damn. Most these people will have left work by now. Only the Governor is contactable outside office hours. Oh, well, I hope I don't get a telling-off for this call."
He pressed the icon for the Governor.
"John Wells here. Oh, it's you, Aaron. What can I do for you?"
"Governor, it is what I can do for you! My son Piotr has just suggested that the log carrier between the cable cars could be used for cargo on the way back, instead of being empty. Families are asking about settling in the enclave, now that it is relatively safe, and Piotr suggested cargo compartments, for gear and equipment, to slot in to the log carrying frame. Brilliant idea, don't you think?"
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"I see. Go ahead, then." "Piotr tells me that his pal's Dad – the name of the man is Hubert Swanson, by the way – it seems that he currently is a labourer on the rail track. He is a frustrated man, and takes out his aggression on everyone who has a better-paid job. He tells them that he is just as good as them, but they get better jobs because of their paper qualifications, not because they are better at their jobs. That doesn't endear him to his colleagues at work." John nodded....
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"I won't be here tomorrow," she warned MacPherson. "And today must be a short one. I need my rest; I'm going down to Eden tomorrow." "Ye gae yersel'?" he said in surprise. "Why?" "Long story," she told him. "But I need to be there, on the first landing. Does it frighten you, knowing we're here now?" He gave her a long, speculative look. "Nae, Missus," he said at last. "Wha' I did, I did forr rreasons I ha'e tol' ye, an' I do no' know still if they werre guid...
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At long last, after five grueling weeks of crushing on-board gravitational excess and unremitting tension, the crucial day had arrived. There remained but hours before the nova's killing burst of radiation would reach the Eden system, and before the Ark would at last attain the minimum speed that would allow it to pass into worm space and escape. And Meiersdottir was still in a coma. Even the optimistic O'Bannion now referred to her condition as "critical," and was increasingly guarded...
What developed, as Igwanda had predicted, was a second day of virtually no predatory activity. Two flying creatures stooped on small ground animals, one successfully and one not, but other than that and a brief territorial display between two of the hexapods the day was a bucolic repetition of the previous one. The scientists spent most of it again collecting specimens. Observing closely, both Komosaki and Heisinger were able to collect ground plants onto which some of the grazers and...
"Wonderful, Roxanne. Isn't it wonderful, Hasan? You are going to be a father again, dear." John Wells looked Hasan in the face. "Hasan! You and Roxanne? I hope you are going to make an honest woman of her!" Hasan, looking shell-shocked, automatically mumbled, "Yes, of course," at which Tracy said, "Congratulations, Roxanne. Welcome to the family as a wife to Hasan. You have been close to us for a long time, and we have slowly become a family, together. Now Hasan has agreed to make a...
Muriel intervened. "Everyone sit down. I am about to serve the soup. John, see the girls to their seats, will you?" The meal was a wonderful means of breaking the ice, and by the end, they were all chatting together, mostly about the children, but John spoke to Tabitha about the bedrooms, the time of breakfast, and other non-baby subjects, as he had remembered Penny's comments about Tabs. He asked Tabitha about her schoolwork, questioning her about her possible career choices. Being a...
John pursed his lips in thought, then said, "Why don't we make the railway system a company owned by the community, with each family issued a share on arrival, or two shares if they have been here more than a year. We could reward our committee members with an additional two shares for their work on the committee. That way, it is in their interest to see the colony expand successfully: the rail network will show that success, I believe." "Neat trick, Governor. I think they will go for...
"The Landerships going down in tandem were carrying lengths of cable for the wires between the fence poles, and delivering mechanoids to weld them to the fence posts. The cables are heavy, so only a few can be delivered on any trip. We found that the practical delivery is the cable links between two posts, so this is going to be a long job, with thousands of deliveries to be made. We have had to collect additional fuel for the task, so other Base ships have been detailed to have their...
"Fine, Welty, at least up until a half an hour ago. I hear you have a murderer and two frightened girls here." "Yes, siree, Gov'nor. The boys brought him in. Noisy he was. Once they had him manacled to the cell wall, they put a gag on him to shut him up. He was a mix of anger and tears, he was. They said he had torn up the room where his wife died, so we didn't want to take any chances, so that's why the manacles and the gag." "I do hope he has not been allowed to suffocate,...
"No. We are testing the strengths of various cables that are on sale. Most cables are designed for pressure strains, and not protection against physical attack, so we may have to go for armoured cables, which are much dearer; however, we need so much cabling that we should be able to strike a good deal on the purchase. We anticipate at least four cables between fence posts, and then cross links of the same quality, welded in place, with the wire mesh added on the inside." John was...
"Perfectly right, darling. Just as you did with me, only I was too drunk to feel the pain. Penny gets the whole shebang, lucky girl." "You wanted this to happen, the pair of you?" "Yes, dear", said Gloria; "Yes, dear," said Penny. Gloria added, "I made sure Penny got protection, as she is not ready for a baby, so you can give her the works, John." "You really want this, Penny? Sex with this old man?" Gloria was incensed. "Old man? You are younger than my mother, John, and she...
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Penny in wonder. "Yes," Muriel affirmed, "So she then called the Security guards, and ordered them to deport Bert for attacking Colony personnel. Bert's boss had seen the whole confrontation, and confirmed that Bert did the attacking. He was gone by the next day, and our marriage was automatically annulled for that reason. "Gloria had to go to the Admin Department to sort out our housing situation, as the house was in Bert's name, and there she met John. It was...
They both rushed to meet him. Muriel demanded, "Well?" "It was as I feared. Spontaneous abortion; happens in about 15 per cent of all teenagers, often for no apparent reason, but usually because of a genetic abnormality. I am assuming no history of drugs, smoking and drinking of alcohol." "Nothing like that, Doctor", said Gloria, "And she eats well - we make sure of that - so not a nutritional problem." "In that case, just a non-viable foetus. There should not a be any problem...
I was beat, beat, beat. This last project had taken the wind out of my sails. Too many 11pm calls with China. Too many lunches eaten over my computer keyboard. In fact I’d spilled coffee so many times I was on my third keyboard. I told my pal in California that I was taking a vacation. “ I don’t care if Mark can’t make it- I’m just going to take off,” I said. “ Great,” said my pal Rob. “Go for it. Where to?” “ I’ve got a great spa picked out. Actually, it’s down your way. Santa Barbara. Eden...
"Colonel, are they gone?" asked Chavez over the communicator. "Yes, Sergeant, you may speak now. Have you—" "Are you insane, Colonel?" the sergeant burst out. "The lander is ready to go right now, we can have you safe on board in—" "Sergeant, shut up," said Igwanda sharply. He still wasn't quite certain of Meiersdottir's intentions, but he'd had more than enough of Chavez' interference. "But to spend the night camping out in the middle of thousands of—" "Sergeant, do I...