(Picture Credit- Silicon Republic)
“Star Trek” had it the wrong way round. Well, in the
main. That legendary science fiction TV series featured starship “Enterprise”:
essentially a super-rocket powered by “warp-drive”. It “flew” to what we now
call exoplanets and usually took up a parking orbit round one. Then they would
“beam down” an “Away Team” of crew-members to the surface of that planet.
But history did not work out that way. What actually
happened was that the boffins came up with a “Super Beamer”. Interstellar
explorers would board a spaceship on Earth, which would then be beamed
instantaneously into a synchronous orbit around the target planet. Only then
would crew members be beamed or “shuttled” down to the surface of that world.
Sure, Star Trek was right about the science of this
“beaming”, both long and short range. But the beaming proved much more
important than the original series-writers might have envisaged. Incidentally,
each spaceship was beamed through “hyperspace” of sorts, which again tallied
with the “Star Trek Vision” of space travel.
So, with the means of travel established, Mankind
began to systematically visit hosts of “promising” planets. Most of these were
of course rocky little worlds orbiting Red Dwarves – the most common stars in
the universe. Such planets were usually tidally locked, with one side only
facing their sun. Life was found! But there could be better… Golden stars like
our own sun were bound to yield even more exciting discoveries.
Which brings us to starship “Indefatigable”. For our
story begins with its arrival at an exoplanet hundreds of light years from
Earth. Just minutes after it had entered its parking orbit. For it was now
circling a “Super Earth” – about one and a half the size and mass of Earth –
which in turn was orbiting a golden sun like our own.
A small group of men and women were stood gazing at
a giant viewscreen.
Captain Jim Harris: “Beautiful, isn’t she?”
Second In Command Rob Smith: “Aye, Captain. One of
the best!”
Jim: “Plenty of continents, Rob. Not another boring
ocean world, for sure.”
Rob: “Yeah, I like the look of this.”
Suddenly there was a loud yell from behind them.
Observation Officer Dave Jardine: “Yes! Yes! This is
the one! A civilisation! Yay!”
They all turned and rushed over to Dave’s “station”.
He was receiving telemetry from the planet. Lots of telemetry. The ship’s
instruments and computers had leapt into action the instant they arrived here. And
“success” had been as instantaneous as their journey.
Dave (to the ship’s main computer): “Madeline,
Report!”
Madeline (computer): “All telemetry indicates the
likelihood of several civilisations on this planet. Initial assessment is that
their technology is the equivalent of Earth in the early 21st
century. Their citizens are essentially hominids, similar to the human race. Do
you wish to see a facsimile of one of them?”
Dave: “Yes please.”
The big screen transformed its image to show a
humanoid being. There were slight differences, but amazingly “it” was quite
human in appearance.
Captain Jim: “That’s fantastic. Initiate First
Contact Procedure!”
Now “Star Trek” had got this right. “The Plan” now
was to send “scouts” to study the “people” below prior to “First Contact”.
These scouts would be surgically altered and attired to “blend in” with the
populace of the planet. Indeed they would be “integrated” down there as much as
possible, to collect relevant data.
There was already tons of information coming in via
the ship itself. A ship, incidentally, that was cloaked to avoid detection by
the natives.
So the real work began. The most promising-looking
“civilisation” was chosen. It was a land situated in the Northern temperate
zone of the planet. Telemetry showed that the people on this planet were “Male”
and “Female” like ourselves. And in Barrocka, the land chosen to be visited, the
Female Gender were Dominant!
Because of this, the “Away Team” selected was all
female: Debbie England, Prafula Patel and Alix Wang. Armed with forged currency
and other necessities they duly “materialised” in some woods on the outskirts
of the capital city. They wore “Universal Translators” of course, most
essential to their mission.
After a short walk, the girls emerged from the
woods. To be confronted by a startled “native”.
Native: “Oh, forgive me, I didn’t see you!”
Debbie: “No problem Missus. Sorry for scaring you?”
Native: “Missus? But anyone can see I am male…”
Debbie: “Ah… I was only joking… pleased to meet you.
I am Debbie England, I’m from overseas.”
Meanwhile the other two girls looked on in
astonishment. Yes, they’d had good intel on this planet, but it was still
difficult to take in. Here was a bloke wearing full makeup and a frock, pushing
a baby in a pram, with a huge but docile dinosaur in tow.
Evidently this “Earth” had not
been hit by a great asteroid millions of years ago. Therefore all the reptile
species remained more or less intact. Incidentally the natives called their
world “Earth” for much the same reasons as we called our own planet “Earth”.
Just to underline the “reptile theme”, a flock of
pterodactyls – or something similar – flew over, making their piercing calls.
After a few more pleasantries – which the male found
somewhat difficult owing to his anxiety in the presence of females – the girls
headed towards “town”. Soon they entered a suburban estate. It was just like
one of our own twenty first century council housing estates. Surreal.
But there were marked differences… There were males
about carrying shopping, walking all manner of animals and pushing prams. At one
point an open topped electric car whizzed past. It was full of ladies wielding
cans of booze and whistling and shouting at any men they saw. Things were very
different here from home.
Presently the girls reached a medium sized hotel,
which doubled as a pub. In they went: this would be an ideal billet from which
to continue their research. The “lounges” were fairly busy but comfortable. The
bar workers were all male and wore frilly shirts and other means of
“decoration”. Sitting at the rear of the bar was the Manageress: there was no
need to ask about that – the body language said it all.
Booking rooms turned out to be easy. They were soon
unpacked and ready to mingle. The Television Lounge was an ideal place to begin
their studies. Indeed the news was on when they took up their seats. Well, more
armchairs…
Nothing spectacular was on the news, but the girls
were able to join in the chit-chat. They asked some names of those around them.
Like us, the natives had first and second names. Nothing religious about those
names, but everyone was named after his or her mother.
Incidentally these people believed in “God” but had
no “Jesus” figure as such. They had a “Resurrection” story and other familiar
“themes” but not the same as ours. And they had their own Atheists and
Agnostics of course.
Politically things were much more complex. This was
a very large planet. It had taken an awful long time for these people to
explore their world. There were no obvious super powers as yet. There had been
many wars, but right now – at least locally – this was a time of peace.
Their “chats” went well. Surely these people were
ready for an official First Contact. Command would decide shortly.
But suddenly the girls found themselves back in the
Control Room of their Starship!
Prafula: “What the Hell?!?”
Captain Harris: “Look at the screen!”
A fleet of spaceships!
Alix: “Who the £&@$ are they?”
Harris: “They’re from Mars Colony!”
Alix: “Mars Colony?”
Harris: “Yes, Alix. It’s a battle fleet. They have
come here to conquer!”
Prafula: “The &@$!@*£s!”
Harris: “Control are pulling us back off mission in
five minutes. Once they have us back they will send a fleet to stop these
maniacs. Then we will bomb Mars. We are now at war!”
Debbie: “Oh my God, it’s going to be like Star
Wars!”
Harris: “That’s right, Debbie. Those ‘aliens’ are
going to see one helluva dogfight.”
Prafula: “It’s a £*%&1@# disgrace!”
Debbie: “And we had just reached a point where we
ready for First Contact. When will the human race ever learn?”
Alix: “Men!”
Paul
Butters
© PB 6\4\2020. Text up to “They wore “Universal
Translators” of course, most essential to their mission” typed 2\4\20 (when I
took lunch break initially), the remainder typed today.
