{{TRANSCRIPT OF DIALOGUE FROM BASE 231.8
STATUS: SECURITY LEVEL 1
DATE: 21.12.06
TOPIC: PROJECT TITAN: STATUS: CLASSIFIED LEVEL 1
A: Damn her! Half of the babies are female! They're useless for our purposes!
B: Did the good doctor make any other changes that we were unaware of?
A: Not that we know of, but she was executed, so we'll never know.
B: How about Dr. Yallis, the one who failed to note that half of the fetuses were female? What does he know about it?
A: He was also executed for his failure.
B: Damn. As always, I agree with the course of action, but sometimes I think that the brass is a little too quick about executing offenders. He might have had valuable information.
A: Be careful. It's talk like that that will get you executed.
B: I know. But all it means is that she had any number of opportunities to make other changes to the fetuses that we don't know about, and now our ability to find those changes, if there are any, is severely limited.
A: There are always the gene sequences.
B: But that could take years!
A: Do you have a better idea?
B: No. I'll get a team started right away. What will we do with the females?
A: I already have orders to dispose of them. I passed them on this morning.
B: Too bad. They could have been remarkable case studies. Also, Richard will be furious. He's a lot like Karen was, sometimes.
A: Too much like her. They're retiring him, taking him off this project.
B: Is he going to be executed?
A: No, but they have suspicions he knew about the changes Karen made. They'll just pack him off to a cottage somewhere to write his memoirs.
B: What a waste.}}
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Four years after that discussion, the daughter of Jules Krace, a well-known ambassador from Earth, sits at a computer, creating a false identity for herself, to use on her college application. There has been thought that there might be a danger to her if she attended college like everyone else, because of her father's position, so she will be attending under an assumed name, and only through satellites. None of her teachers or fellow students will ever see her face, and she will never physically attend a class. It's much safer that way.
She finishes filling out the information for the ID that the guards will make for her. She's filled in all of her own information, except for a few vital details. She changes her height well over a foot upwards, to conceal her small size, and lists her place of birth as a colony on the moon, instead of her real home, which is the main domed colony on Centari. There's no way to disguise the fact that she was born on a colony, instead of Earth, as she has the same albino coloring as all of the colonists, made that way through genetic engineering several generations earlier.
Rina scrolls back up to the top of the page and silently goes through the information, checking to make sure that it is all correct. She graduated with honors from another satellite school, this one for high-schoolers, only a few weeks earlier. The dates show that she entered that school less than a year ago. Only one year for high school, not very realistic. She quickly edits the dates so that it shows that she entered that school four years ago, instead of one. Turning to another computer beside her, she quickly makes the changes in the school's records, as well. She hacked into their system minutes earlier, in case this came up. Once all of the data has been changed, she turns back to the first computer. Let's see, chosen major... social movements and governing, a possible minor in math... The rest of the information checked out satisfactorily, with one major exception.
She highlights the box where she'd typed in her actual age. This won't work. They'll never believe I've been in school for four years. A slow smile spread across her face, and she deliberately types a '2' in front of the '4' she'd already written. There we go. Add another twenty years, and this works. She quickly fixes the birth date to match the new age she'd just given herself, and then sends the data off to her father's secretary. He will see that the data was turned into a new ID and sent immediately to the college she had chosen to attend.
Then she jumps down off the raised seat that had been placed in front of the computer so she could reach it, and runs to the front door. She doesn't like to let anyone know how different she is, and she has to hurry or she'll be late getting to her preschool.
This was more of a teaser than a first chapter. I'll get the next section up soon, I promise.
STATUS: SECURITY LEVEL 1
DATE: 21.12.06
TOPIC: PROJECT TITAN: STATUS: CLASSIFIED LEVEL 1
A: Damn her! Half of the babies are female! They're useless for our purposes!
B: Did the good doctor make any other changes that we were unaware of?
A: Not that we know of, but she was executed, so we'll never know.
B: How about Dr. Yallis, the one who failed to note that half of the fetuses were female? What does he know about it?
A: He was also executed for his failure.
B: Damn. As always, I agree with the course of action, but sometimes I think that the brass is a little too quick about executing offenders. He might have had valuable information.
A: Be careful. It's talk like that that will get you executed.
B: I know. But all it means is that she had any number of opportunities to make other changes to the fetuses that we don't know about, and now our ability to find those changes, if there are any, is severely limited.
A: There are always the gene sequences.
B: But that could take years!
A: Do you have a better idea?
B: No. I'll get a team started right away. What will we do with the females?
A: I already have orders to dispose of them. I passed them on this morning.
B: Too bad. They could have been remarkable case studies. Also, Richard will be furious. He's a lot like Karen was, sometimes.
A: Too much like her. They're retiring him, taking him off this project.
B: Is he going to be executed?
A: No, but they have suspicions he knew about the changes Karen made. They'll just pack him off to a cottage somewhere to write his memoirs.
B: What a waste.}}
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Four years after that discussion, the daughter of Jules Krace, a well-known ambassador from Earth, sits at a computer, creating a false identity for herself, to use on her college application. There has been thought that there might be a danger to her if she attended college like everyone else, because of her father's position, so she will be attending under an assumed name, and only through satellites. None of her teachers or fellow students will ever see her face, and she will never physically attend a class. It's much safer that way.
She finishes filling out the information for the ID that the guards will make for her. She's filled in all of her own information, except for a few vital details. She changes her height well over a foot upwards, to conceal her small size, and lists her place of birth as a colony on the moon, instead of her real home, which is the main domed colony on Centari. There's no way to disguise the fact that she was born on a colony, instead of Earth, as she has the same albino coloring as all of the colonists, made that way through genetic engineering several generations earlier.
Rina scrolls back up to the top of the page and silently goes through the information, checking to make sure that it is all correct. She graduated with honors from another satellite school, this one for high-schoolers, only a few weeks earlier. The dates show that she entered that school less than a year ago. Only one year for high school, not very realistic. She quickly edits the dates so that it shows that she entered that school four years ago, instead of one. Turning to another computer beside her, she quickly makes the changes in the school's records, as well. She hacked into their system minutes earlier, in case this came up. Once all of the data has been changed, she turns back to the first computer. Let's see, chosen major... social movements and governing, a possible minor in math... The rest of the information checked out satisfactorily, with one major exception.
She highlights the box where she'd typed in her actual age. This won't work. They'll never believe I've been in school for four years. A slow smile spread across her face, and she deliberately types a '2' in front of the '4' she'd already written. There we go. Add another twenty years, and this works. She quickly fixes the birth date to match the new age she'd just given herself, and then sends the data off to her father's secretary. He will see that the data was turned into a new ID and sent immediately to the college she had chosen to attend.
Then she jumps down off the raised seat that had been placed in front of the computer so she could reach it, and runs to the front door. She doesn't like to let anyone know how different she is, and she has to hurry or she'll be late getting to her preschool.
This was more of a teaser than a first chapter. I'll get the next section up soon, I promise.