Lives of Future-Past (The Chronicles of Max Gunnarsson Book 1) (3 page)

     Maximilianus Xavier Gunnarsson (called Max by his family and friends) was born on Azul, a planet that orbits twin stars in the Cetus constellation. His ancestors had emigrated there hundreds of years before as part of a secret project initiated by a corporate consortium, after the discovery of a new metal and the development of advanced propulsion technologies helped facilitate deep-space travel. Found deep in the Andes Mountains of Peru, Argentina and Chile, and then later in the Swiss Alps, the new metal, quadrinium, enabled the construction of star-faring craft due to its superior strength, heat resistance and ultra-light weight. (*3*)

     Large emigration ships, called barges, were constructed in a massive, secret underground base in the middle of Australia, and financed by consortium corporations from Argentina, Australia, Chile, Peru, Switzerland and The United States of America. This was felt to be necessary by many in order to ensure the survival of the human race, as Earth was suffering from overpopulation and an almost complete lack of energy resources and food.

     Automated terraforming drones were sent to Azul 20 years ahead of the fleet, under the guise of privately funded deep-space exploration vehicles, but actually to perform minor geological and atmospheric adjustments, thereby allowing man to survive onplanet without significantly harming local flora and fauna. This adjustment process was completed three years prior to the arrival of the first barge, which orbited the planet after a long journey of nearly 300 years.

     Of course, Max was born centuries later into a thriving and modern society. Possessing a strong physical constitution, standing 180 cm tall and weighing in at about 80 kilograms (5'10" and 175 lbs in Old-Earth measurements), and sporting brown hair and lightly-tanned complexion (his mother being dega), his parents were Charles Gunnarsson and Clarisa (né
e
Martinez), both professors at a local university. So, growing up in an academic environment, he had all of the tools he needed to learn and succeed. In fact, he was such a brilliant student that by the time he was 23 years old he had acquired a PhD in Physics, along with three Master’s degrees in differing engineering disciplines (molecular, mechanical and electrical).

     From there he immediately satisfied his federal service requirement by going to work for the military, which was more of a scientific organization than one geared toward implementing tools of war. As there was relatively no form of conflict on Azul or the three inhabited moons in the system (Luna, Sienna and Vera, of which both Luna and Sienna orbited the planet, with Vera belonging to a nearby gas giant), the military simply got ahold of the best and brightest minds available and worked toward the common goal of making technological breakthroughs. One of these breakthroughs was the discovery of side space carrier currents, or SSCC, and Max was deeply involved in it, as its discovery was based on the theory he postulated in his doctoral thesis.
     The SSCC project would enable Azul’s military to more easily respond proactively to any external threat. Aside from this, Azul had been receiving radio signals from an approaching, intelligent alien race, the Artusians, for a number of years and saw no reason to let their guard down. The alien fleet was traveling STL (slower than light), so the military had a few years to ramp up for their arrival. The SSCC project facilitated this, as it dealt directly with
side space
- a layer of space next to, or below (or even above) normal space. It was not known if side space was an alternate dimension, with scientists only knowing that Einsteinian physics did not apply. They found that there were
side space carrier currents –
strands of energy moving at extreme velocities, many thousands of times the speed of light as it existed in normal space.
    Max led the engineering group that developed
the hook
, which would enable a ship to reach into side space, and drag itself onto the carrier currents for a ride, which travelled in an infinite number of directions. Each current strand would run on its own side space frequency, so, in theory all one needed to do was to tune the hook (which more resembled a massive electronic spear) to the appropriate frequency and get dragged into side space, releasing when at or near their destination.
     Unfortunately, for the first time in decades, the politicos on Azul came to a stand-off – they could not agree on whether to implement the hook drive or not. There were those who wanted to use it to reach out to the stars, and then those who wanted to return to Earth (or Old-Earth, as they sometimes called it). No radio signal from Earth had reached Azul in centuries, and it was unknown if the planet even still existed anymore. Space telescopes showed it still there, but a telescope is only as accurate as the light being transmitted to it, and Earth was light years away. 
     As the form of government on Azul was very methodical and logical (and extremely slow to make decisions, which was intentionally written into their Constitution), they felt it best to study the hook drive in laboratories, and not in space, while they came to a consensus on its final implementation.
    So, not willing to wait, Max developed his own hook drive in a private warehouse, working evenings and weekends in secret, drinking copious amounts of coffee and listening to ancient symphony music (J.S. Bach was his favorite), while assembling pieces of the device out of junk parts he had smuggled out of the Military Scientific Research Complex. He knew that if he were discovered he would be penalized and possibly jailed, as the military basically had ownership over the technology, but he forged on, intending on returning to Earth as a test. He surmised that if he could successfully go to Earth and return, then the government would have no choice but to allow military ships to be retrofitted with the technology, enabling mankind to go out and meet the approaching alien fleet - just to make sure they were not hostile, and if they were, to decimate them where they floated in space.
    His calculations set the estimated arrival at Earth in less than eight standard days – roughly 14,000 times faster than it had taken the original Exodus to achieve orbit around Azul. When he was nearly finished with his homemade hook drive, he sought to purchase a small transport craft capable of rugged space travel, so he found an old cargo ship that was used to carry everything from cattle to shipping containers between Azul and the local moons. He purchased it after he was approached by a less than reputable vendor named Ali on Sienna’s Verdal continent, and named it The Machu Picchu, after the historical Inca ruins on Old-Earth’s South American continent. He then flew it back home and filled it with cargo – camping gear, a water purification system, weapons and an all-terrain vehicle for exploring on land, before initiating the process to install the hook machinery.
    If Max had a bad habit, it was that he was a bit chatty - and trusting. He liked to share information with people, to give them hope, to raise their spirits up, and to also let them know that he was smart. Very, very smart. This was his downfall, as his ego drove him to give a bit too much information to Ali, from whom he purchased his new ship.

   He didn’t mention anything regarding a slip drive, but did say he was working on something that would
change mankind for the better
and it had to do with returning to Earth. Ali, being a shifty and greedy merchant with a rich criminal history and multiple stints in local jails, thought that he could earn a reward from the military by selling out Gunnarsson, as it was fairly obvious to Ali that illegal activities were going to take place.

   So Ali contacted the local military annex and started to blab to an unshaven, low-level officer who looked like he had slept in his crumpled uniform for at least a week, inventing half of the story as he went along, making wild embellishments that no one would have believed. In truth, nothing would have happened, and at best Ali would have been thrown out on his ear but for one small fact – the scientist had told Ali his real name, so when Ali said he had sold the spacecraft to a certain Max Gunnarsson it set off alarms within military intelligence, even though it took a few days for that information to filter up to the appropriate ranks. By this time Max was nearly finished retrofitting the hook drive onto The Machu Picchu, and was ready to help usher in a new era for mankind. Even despite Max’s issues with the authorities, things were never as good in Old-Earth's past as they were on Azul. And he had left it all, gambling that there was even still a planet orbiting Sol.

Revolution

     At 45 years of age, Rear Admiral Luigi Bagatelle was the youngest person ever to have attained that rank in the history of Azul’s military. It took him years of dedication to get to the point where he was - standing on the bridge of his massive Juggernaut-class ship, Revolution, the newest in the fleet. Without prior indication or warning, his command had been assigned the responsibility of going where no Azul-born human had gone before – back to Old-Earth. 
     Knowing full well that
the hook
had not been tested on such a large ship, he could be assigning hundreds of men and women to their doom, but it was his job to make sure that this technology did not fall into the hands of anyone – alien or human. He wondered what would happen if Gunnarsson reached Earth and there was still a society there. He imagined them acquiring SSCC technology and invading Azul, which caused him to shudder at the thought. 
     Bagatelle was 100% committed to the safeguarding of Azul and the three moons. The federal government had given special and immediate permission for the military to outfit the Revolution with SSCC technology, but it was hastily assembled. Gunnarsson was their lead engineer and, of course, was not there to oversee implementation, and he already had a four-day lead on them. Fortunately, Revolution was built to facilitate the installation of SSCC technology in space dock. Otherwise they could have had a down time of at least a standard month.
    Bagatelle turned to his second in command, Lt. Commander Alicia Vasquez, and over the comm gave the order, “All hands on deck, prepare for side space entry.”
    The lt. commander nodded and slowly pulled back a large lever on her control panel. The top of the massive warship’s midsection opened as huge, protective panels slid back, allowing hook drive machinery to assume its place at the top of the ship. Masses of tubing and pipes pushed up out the top of Revolution’s hull, and lit up with a brilliant glow while the core energized.
     As the glowing increased on the top of the ship, a rift in side space tore open approximately 10 meters above the machinery. Millions of individual, colorful energy strands wildly weaved around and through each other, glimmering and racing, making the rift look like a supernatural gash in the sky. Then, what appeared to be a massive, backwards-facing spear littered with electronics moved up and into the energy field. This was the hook dragging into the side space field, eventually making a connection with the proper current frequency. Within seconds the Revolution disappeared from sight and screen. It was on its way to Earth.

      Max had eventually calmed his nerves, had set all flight controls to automatic and was quietly resting in his sleeping quarters. The good thing about side space was that, as far as anyone knew, there were no dangerous objects floating around, so he could relax and simply enjoy the ride, the navigation being automated with the hook drive and on-board computer systems. Once certain coordinates had been reached, the drive would disengage and the ship would drop to normal space, quickly decelerating to the velocity the craft was at when it had initially entered into rift. 
     Getting up and going to the small galley, he pushed a button on the food dispenser, causing a warm cup of coffee to appear in the receiver tray. He grabbed the coffee and took a long sip, feeling the warm liquid course down into his empty stomach, half settling it and half upsetting it with the coffee’s acidic constitution.
     Sitting back on a crash couch, designed specifically for poor to tragic landings, but also used as a comfortable place to relax, he looked over his nav charts that he had printed out and brought along on the journey. They were the last known land and water configurations from Earth, and had layouts of the entire planet.
      Not really knowing where to go, he chose to land near the Urubamba River, in Peru, right at the base of Machu Picchu, the namesake of his ship. He would then scan the area quickly for signs of human life, and if none existed then that would be his base of operations. The first thing he would need to do was to find a safe place to camouflage The Machu Picchu, as it was more than a certainty that Federation forces were pursuing him. Of course, he had billions of possible landing sites in the South American continent alone, but the high jungle, where the Urubamba flowed, would provide excellent cover with its numerous valleys and ravines.
     After a total of six standard days in transit, The Machu Picchu dropped out of side space, halfway between the orbits of Mars and Earth, the fourth and third planets in Sol system, respectively. Mankind had speculated for centuries that Mars once harbored life, and there was every intention of creating a colony there, but after a manned expedition arrived in the mid-21
st
century it was discovered that Mars was simply an inhospitable, barren rock with no apparent value, and all further expeditions were scrubbed.
     Max immediately engaged the ship’s fusion-ion drive and started chugging toward Earth Prime, as his ship was going a paltry forward velocity of Mach 7 once it dropped out of side space. With the fusion-ion drive at full he would arrive at Earth in one standard day – much faster than it took Earth’s first and only explorers to Mars, who spent three months on a cramped vessel, only to tragically never make the return trip home due to an unexplained accident that resulted in a total loss of life.
     As the hours passed Max occasionally went to the galley. He got snacks and was diligent about hydrating, not knowing what the water situation would be like on Earth. For all he knew, the planet would be a dustbowl or an apocalyptic death ball. When The Machu Picchu reached Earth’s Moon he jumped into the pilot’s chair and started preparing for atmospheric entry, analyzing his readouts on weather patterns and other assorted critical data. All reports came back positive – it appeared that Earth actually had a stable weather system, and it was winter in the southern hemisphere where he was targeted to touch down, so pollen levels would be low. 
     Half-way between the Moon and Earth he programmed his re-entry angle vector and paid careful attention to his early warning systems for any sort of defensive satellites and ground-based systems, of which none were detected. In fact, there were no radio signals at all – just static on all frequencies. That told him one of two things – either that humanity was extinct, or that they had completely lost all technological capabilities. He would take no chances, and prepared for both scenarios. Another oddity he noticed was that there were incredible amounts of space junk that formed a sparse, inconsistent ring around the plant. Feeling he had little time to analyze these foreign objects, he simply blasted through them as he made his way into the atmosphere.
     The Machu Picchu screamed into Earth’s atmosphere at a significantly faster rate than any previously-known Earth vessel ever had before, simply due to the fact that technology had advanced so much throughout the centuries.  He made an effort to slow down as much as possible, remembering that there were untold numbers of flying species on Earth, and he had no desire to massacre scores of innocent, airborne animals on re-entry into the lower atmosphere.
     He slowed The Machu Picchu down to a respectable Mach 1.5 over what his nav charts called the Pacific Ocean, cruising at about 9,000 meters above sea level. As he was coming in high, he turned on his ground cams and recorded while he approached the Peruvian coast, specifically over what was the capital city, Lima. Curious, he slowed his ship down, as the computers had not detected any form of areal defense, and lowered to only 75 meters above sea level on the coast. (*4*)
     As he approached the foggy coastline, he saw the ruins of what appeared to have been a large commercial center, built on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Magnifying in, he saw that there was still lettering on buildings, although significantly faded. The largest lettering said
Larco Mar
, and showed well only because it was constructed out of what appeared to be concrete or stone, but some of the smaller buildings had signage, like
Ha   Ro k C fé
, with some letters missing. 
     Lidar (laser radar) systems detected no large fauna in the area, so he dropped his landing gear and set down on a street outside of the commercial area. The atmospheric drive’s concussion waves buffeted the street and blew out chunks of pavement as the ship touched down, the landing pads sinking a few centimeters into the pavement.

     Max was amazed that the street had even held together on landing, as it was most probably not designed originally to withstand so many metric tons of weight in such a small area. Shutting down engines, but leaving primers on in case of a necessitated urgent departure, he unstrapped from his chair and did a final readout of air conditions outside. Surprisingly, they were perfectly fine, with just a bit more pollen in the air than he would have expected given it was winter, but then again, what was to expect? He was from Azul, not Earth.

    He then pressed a button on the control panel in front of his seat and five small drones shot out of an access tube on the starboard side of the ship and split off at high speed in different directions. These were to scan the area and send findings back to The Machu Picchu’s computer systems, warning him of any organic, technological or biological dangers that existed.
    The rear cargo doors opened and the loading ramp slowly lowered to the ground, holding firmly into the street as it made contact with a loud thud. Max took a supplemental oxygen supply, water and some nourishment snacks, as well as a charged side arm with him in a back pack, then slid down the stairs from the cockpit to the cargo bay and jumped into the quad runner, putting on his helmet and hitting the energy switch.

    He blew out of the back of The Machu Picchu, the landing ramp and cargo doors closing once he had left the ship as he headed down into what appeared to have been a parking structure for land vehicles. He could tell, even though he was from another planet, that humans still basically built things the same way. Rooms were constructed with four or more walls, doors were 2.1 meters high and people still sat down to relieve themselves in lavatory facilities. Much had changed over time, but much had remained the same.
    Once he entered the lower sections of the parking structure he started to see more signs of a former civilization – dust-covered, rusted-out hunks of land-based vehicles were in apparent
parking spaces
, denoted by faded lines in the pavement, and had obviously not moved for centuries.
   
What happened here?
    He drove up and out of the parking structure, stopping his quad at a stairway, which led up to the buildings of Larco Mar. Exiting his quad, he drew his side arm, a military standard issue Stinger rapid fire charge pistol capable of expelling 37 charged rounds per second with relatively little recoil nor bloom, from a charge pod that contained the equivalent of 37,000 rounds. Technology had also improved firearms in the future, and this weapon was not to be trifled with.
    Walking slowly up the stairs, he relied on a head’s up display, or HUD, which was imagery painted onto his eye by a laser, basically giving him the illusion of having a semi-transparent, one-meter display in front of his face, up high and to the left. This was facilitated by his helmet’s connection with The Machu Picchu, and it showed him everything from temperature to wind direction, to bacterial, viral and pollen counts, among many, many other details. As he neared the top of the stairs he surmised that it used to be an area of commerce, so, wanting a bit more information, he consulted the computer on The Machu Picchu.
     Using his verbal interface with the ship he said, “Computer, please do an historical analysis of the local area based on my precise coordinates, with a one kilometer radius. This month and day, for the year 2000 CE.” He waited for a moment and suddenly a torrent of information flooded his HUD. He instantly regretted not having done a detailed search while still in the ship, as this way the information was basically being pushed into his brain in a most uncomfortable fashion. However, once the upload was complete the HUD overlaid video footage of what Larco Mar looked like in the year 2000, matching every step he took. The video overlay was a compilation of triangulated satellite surveillance and street camera archives, taken to Azul with the Exodus fleet centuries ago.
     People were walking – families, couples, teenage kids on skateboards, and kites fluttering in the gentle breezes off the coast. It was a lively scene, with the sun shining and sparkling off the surface of the Pacific Ocean. Music played in restaurants; he smelled scents of the most delicious cuisines, saw performers on sidewalks and vendors selling trinkets from large portable booths.
    
Ah, so this is what Earth was like here
, he thought to himself.
Not so different from Azul, and I actually like the style of clothing
, he thought further as he chuckled out loud, being especially fond of the various women in bikini-style swimwear.
     Desiring some sort of real connection with this past, dead world, he entered the Ha   Ro k C fé, which the HUD showed correctly as Hard Rock Café. Walking through the dust-covered seating areas, he sauntered up to the bar area and tested a stool, just to make sure it wouldn’t disintegrate on him.
     The bar stool held fast, so he sat at the counter, watching the endless imagery of servants, guests, and food going in different directions. For the most part the restaurant was intact. There were dust-covered display cases on the walls and even bottles of spirits behind the bar. That’s when he got an idea. He got up, turned off his video review function on the HUD and went behind the bar.
     Finding a few bottles in a cupboard that still had seals, he selected one - a bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch whisky, 18 years old.
    
Much, much older than that, I would assume
, he thought comically.
     He knew that Scotch whisky was aged in the barrel, not the bottle, so this particular distilling had rested in a barrel for 18 years, and then sat on a shelf for decade after lonely decade.  Putting the bottle in his backpack, he determined that there was nothing more to see, so he released three more small drones from his pack that promptly zipped off to scan the area.
     He pulled a small computer out of his backpack, set it on the bar top, and touched a button, making a holographic display rise up in the place of where the screen of a 21
st
century earth laptop’s would have been. He tapped at the keyboard and checked on his drones. All reported no human life, and no unusually high levels of radioactivity. However, there was a red marker on a biological reading - a fossilized form of an unknown type of amoeba, and it had permeated everything, including the water supply. He instructed a drone to gather samples of the amoeba and to contain them in a hydrostatic field, for return to the ship and further analysis. He called all other drones back to the ship, and set off to return to The Machu Picchu.
     Walking back out onto the promenade, he came up to the entrance of a clothing shop. He turned his HUD video feed back on. It showed attractive signage and brilliantly colored clothing and fabrics on the walls, but in reality there were only smatterings of dust on the ground below where the clothing used to hang so many centuries ago. His HUD showed glass doors and windows everywhere, but these buildings were so old that the glass had basically been eliminated via the sun, rain and wind - cruel companions for the duration of history, to say the least. He reckoned being right on the coastline would have also made it exceptionally difficult for man-made materials to remain over the centuries.
     Again, turning off the video overlay on his HUD, Max made his way back to the quad, taking care to not fall into any deep potholes, and then jumped into the vehicle and darted over to his ship.
     Back in the cockpit, while eating a roast beef sandwich he had retrieved from the galley, he let the computer do a detailed molecular analysis on the amoeba fossils discovered by the drones.
     Then, flipping a few switches, he powered on all systems and prepared for takeoff to his target location, minutes away on the other side of the Andes – the mythical Machu Picchu, after which his ship had been named. He was relatively certain that Federation forces would arrive within a day or two, perhaps a little longer, as he had purposefully left out small details of SSCC hook drive installation protocols, hopeful that they would hit a couple of roadblocks in retrofitting a craft. He was well aware that it would only slow them down, as there were plenty of scientists at the Military Complex who were as intelligent as he was - well, almost as intelligent.