Disaster
One hundred and sixty-eight hours had passed since Prime was last informed of the tech’s dilemma. Since then, no headway had been made until a recent addition, a human once called Finley who had been a digital librarian and tech in his recent, past life. Within hours, he had broken the encryption.
Since then, data was quickly compiled and the new Finley was now before her, considerably changed from his past incarnation.
“We’ve just finished deciphering the packet.”
Prime didn’t like this new addition at first. Somehow, there were elements of his personality that had persisted, even after the cleansing. She had been indecisive as to whether he should have access to the Hive Central Computer, but he insisted that was the only way he would have the computing power necessary to break this level of encryption. She knew he was brilliant, so Prime permitted the use. She was curious as to the report.
“Data indicates that all WF ships are to meet together at Earth for a number of reasons. New technology has been developed and they are to have it installed, and because the techs needed to install it will all be there, installation will be expedient. They are to have a conference with a group called the Council at the same time, and they are to receive new orders.”
Prime was curious as to this council, but more important matters were at hand. “Tell me more of this technology.”
“It is classified Top Secret. There is no information on it. However, a large number of World Federation ships will be powered down to Level One for the extensive but rapid installation.”
Prime couldn’t believe this opportunity. She no longer believed in good luck or fortune, but this coincided extremely well with their own development of the World Federation ship killer. Level One meant it would take at least 3 hours to heat up the ignition chambers so they could restart the generators. They would be useless, running on standby power alone. And new technology too, technology so important every major ship was to have it installed.
“When?” she asked.
“In 32 solar days,” the old Finley replied.
“Very well.” This Finley had an unusual mind, she thought. Probing deeply, she could see incredible order and intelligence. His thought processes were… unusual, and she searched for the mental picture that conveyed her feeling. Segments of ancient memories buried deep sat below the surface, waiting to come up, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on any of them. An image of a thick, dark brown substance lingered for a second and vanished, leaving her with the word ‘Exquisite.’ That was it.
Impressed, she said, “I am now ovulating. Mate with me.” Once done, she would send out the Hive call to join together for a major transmission.
Finley immediately complied, already aroused by the powerful pheromones she had released as soon as the thought entered her mind. Once he started, she enjoyed the mating to a degree she hadn’t felt in a long time. However, she didn’t wait for him to finish, but instead sent out a mental signal to all for union as Finley continued impregnating her.