噬菌体的转录RNA
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Herr Noamtosk。”

Herr 主官Direktor

由于没有什么新消息,von Erbach便把那张剪报推到桌子的另一边。他打心底里想称这些东西为报纸,可是他们大多数都印在回收的塑料薄层上,而在被某些人称作联合地球舰队的这个地方,这些塑料片已成为事实上的书写材料。

星际信使

CID的代表拒绝对‘红型食品替代品’作出评价

CIDF 人民的意愿)针对越来越受欢迎的Type 3合成口粮的持续推出,在一次新闻发布会上进行了相关讨论。而来自中央调查研究局的水基农业1部代表则拒绝提及这件食品产品的俗名,而是在反复强调合成口粮之中的蛋白质是源自大米与其他无土栽培2作物。

在发现其中含有93%的来源不明的化学物质后,现场爆发了争论……

流浪星空

‘一起惊人的失败’
GOCSYeager上的悲剧

UNOC中央指挥部,雅典娜 壹)早在启航日事件早期的混沌无序之中,那上天指定的全球超自然联盟星舰Yeager的每日修复便成为了许多人生活中恒定不变的一部分。这也包括它那英勇的船员们,在他们的实验型飞船于他们身旁崩塌之时,他们献出了自己的生命以保证平民承包商的安全。而今天,这是第一次,这个分成五部分的系列物品将作为特点之于……

星际信使

知情人士:‘UNOC在实验类人型战斗载具’

UNOC中央指挥部,雅典娜 壹)随着在UNOC的月球防御设施的停泊区周边对类人型载具的目击事件越来越多,许多人猜测联合国正在投资一项改良先进军备的秘密计划。

“它看上去有3层楼那么高,有一点驼背。我从未见到过像那样移动的宇宙飞船,它看上去就像是在跳舞……”

流浪星空

社论:外星人就在我们身边……对吧?

我认为启航日事件之后的这些年里,最震惊我的不是人们愿意去相信什么,而是人们愿意去不相信什么。直至今天,我们仍然不知道地球上到底发生了什么。而不管是UNOC 还是格鲁乌,甚至是基金会都没有一个人愿意透露哪怕一丁点消息,关于究竟是谁或什么参与进了这件事之中的消息。以及,为什么有些顽固不化的人还是坚持认为这一切发生的事都是正常现象?证据已经明显的不能再明显了……

星际信使

天才还是怪物?
Axel von Erbach:升起月球基地的男人

FSF L'Engle号)在舰队社会中的所有神秘人物里,很少有人比Axel von Erbach更具有争议(以及有着更多的著述)。对这个谜团背后的男人进行研究之时,几乎都会不可避免的走向极端;对每一项战争罪的指控与有关纳粹主义的拷问,都对应着一番称其为引领人类走向全新道路的文艺复兴圣徒的描述。当然,采访他是根本不可能的,而我们仅知的那一点事实又是如此脆弱……

The Wandering Star

SICP推迟产品发布
关于安装激光武器可行性的疑问

UEFS 大胆向前)在今天这一份让投资者感到萦绕于心头的熟悉感的声明之中,斯巴克-英尼斯消费者产品宣布他们将推迟发布LCOL系列的战斗激光,尽管该系列产品在小行星防御设备之中需求很高。在一份准备好的陈述之中,SIC主席……

“这些都是在过去6天内打印出来的。你知道在过去的六天里发生了什么吗?”

“我们拍了一些很棒的电影,这是肯定的。然后就是你们中出现了一小块新闻界的毒瘤。没有什么特别的东西。”

“你熟悉蛇之手吗,Noamtosk?”

“哦,当然,‘魔法。我的意思是,这都是非常先进的技术,并且被巧妙地伪装了,不是吗。但,这又有什么关系呢?我应该担心从木制品里倒出巫师来吗?也许这是风格的转换?那也是,尽管幻想有时也会变味,但这又和什么有关系——’”

“在……”,von Erbach犹豫了。‘清洗’是他想到的第一个词,但他没有这么直接说出口。

“在最初几个月维持治安的行动之中,我们确保了所有新闻来源都牢牢地掌握在权威机构掌控之下,包括我们自己。当然,你已经见过基金会日报联合之声了。”

“直截了当点,von Erbach。你一定很少进行不错的简要谈话。”

“6天前大气检测系统侦测到了氧气含量与湿度水平的上涨,时长1分钟。这等价于超过10个人进入雅典娜 壹生态系统之中。而在舰队之中,超过10人的调动是超过常规人事调度限度的。同样是在6天前,有人开始出版两份地下报刊,而这些报刊都包含了不应存在的资料来源。”

“所以说你们的安保系统不是完美的。这又是什么大——”

“6天前我们的反异常活动检测设备记录到的特征与蛇之手的奇术相匹配。而同时所有你们提供的予光者设备均显示什么都没有

除了它的牙齿仍在运动外,Noamtosk就这么站在原地一动不动。

“但——但是这不可能。根本没有任何理由来——来——”

“你想要简要谈话?那好,这就是你要的简要谈话了。听着:你的小实验被损坏了。有些人已经找到了上下船的路,有人已经找到了回家的路。”


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基金会月球研究Site 01,安全会议室1-O。
1973年,7月19日,10:36 GMT。
O5-10 reached up to adjust his collar electrolarynx, then stopped as his hand refused to move. Removing the tumours had been a long, exhaustive process, and the cocktail of drugs they'd pumped him full of to keep him this alert had other, unfortunate side effects.

"Would you mind-?"

Gently, tenderly, the long mechanical arm rose from his bedside. Caliper-like fingers flashing in the half-light of the room, it resettled the small device on the ruins of his neck. A soft voice hissed from the small speaker on the headrest.

"Better, sir?"

"Significantly. Let's begin."

The room was, essentially, the generic Council of Thirteen chamber. Dozens like it existed- had existed, but this was the only one left. They'd cleared out the desks and the surprisingly comfortable chairs, covering the dark, light-absorbing walls with sterile plastic. The only furniture in the room, aside from the cradle-like bed he lay in, was a low trestle table straining under the weight of thirteen hastily-assembled video monitors and a single small camera. A huge skein of cable led out beyond the sheeting to the waiting communications center of Lunar Site-01. All channels had been cleared in preparation for this moment.

Straining, O5-10 wiggled one finger on his left hand just enough to brush a delicate toggle switch. The light on the camera winked on. He glanced to the right, where, on the edge of his field of vision, a fourteenth screen showed the image that was being broadcast. A black screen, with the characters 'O5' superimposed over a white Foundation emblem. The words 'SOUND ONLY' pulsed gently in red at the bottom of the frame.

One by one, the monitors pulsed into grainy life, displaying thirteen drawn, worried-looking faces, almost all of them showing the puffy cheeks of microgravity. The strain on the communications network was immense, but sometimes you just needed to see face to face. O5-10 cleared his throat.

"Under any other circumstances I, or my colleagues, would be briefing you all on the situation. However, since it appears that in my unfortunate absence you've already taken it upon yourselves to regain some measure of stability, we can dispense with the usual protocol."

He toggled a second switch, and the image on his monitor sprang to life. Waiting patiently to allow for the time delay, O5-10 watched as various expressions of surprise ran across the faces on the monitors. He spared not a glance for his own image- a formerly-powerful man, now frail and wizened, his hairless head covered with surgical scars and blotchy discolourations.

"You are all the current, or acting heads of the various surviving Foundation assets in the Solar System. This makes us the top of the Foundation's chain of command. As far as I'm concerned, this also grants you all O5-level clearance. I'm well aware that this goes against everything you've ever learned about my position, but these are extraordinary times."

The Director of FORC-06, Lunar Containment, cleared her throat. She was actually groundside for this one, but the state of O5-10's immune system precluded them from meeting in person.

"Sir, uh… correct me if I'm wrong, but if all 12 of the primary FORCs are here, then who's on the 14th channel. Are we patching in any of the secondary stations, or…?"

Again there was a pause in the conversation as the information percolated outwards. Several of the representatives from the further FORCs- 10, 11 and 12, still hadn't received the initial broadcast. His gaze wandered to the 13th screen. The station it wasn't connected to didn't have the bandwidth for video. Their placeholder icon was a stylized golden horn.

"For security reasons, the existence of FORC-00 has been withheld from all of you but Director Cooper and the FSF Orbital Command on FORC-05, I believe. I'm sure you're all familiar, however, with Project Heimdall. Suffice it to say that Heimdall has established itself well out into the Oort Cloud, and they are monitoring the situation with not inconsiderable concern."


Noamtosk surveyed the waiting Board with equal parts well-practiced ease and trepidation. He knew the effect he made, silhouetted in front of the wide bay window with the damaged starship drifting behind him. The eyes of the Board were upon him, their jawpetals extended politely, their uplimbs folded in the Gesture of Waiting Attention.

He smiled, assumed the Gesture of Showmanly Demonstration, and began his Pitch.

Okay, so. We open on the depths of space. Soaring music as we give the audience a chance to appreciate the magnificence of the cosmos, and all that. Nebulae, comets, all that jazz. Astronomers in the crowd nod appreciatively. Shot pans across a tiny, unimportant object- a metal plate, glinting brassy in the distant starlight. It's drifting, tumbling over and over. Slowly, it turns towards the camera, catching the light, and we see a map- a small world, a little bit more water than land. A subtitle pops up-

[Developing system. Potential Level: Elevated. Local Designate: SOL.]

Give them a few seconds to register. Then the plaque starts to shake. Tremble. The music gets tense. The starlight quavers and ripples and then WHAM! A massive spacecraft, out of nowhere! A series of ramshackle metal compartments strapped to four red-hot nuclear engines on the end of long pylons. Spinning radar dishes, obvious boltwork- primitive, but with a certain nobility nonetheless. We zoom in- maybe throw in a bit of shaky-cam, to give the impression of bulk and awe. The music is super threatening- the barbarity of its craft. Backward, yet warlike! Maybe a pan over missile banks and laser arrays. More subtitles, this time in a different font. More obviously computerized, maybe accompanied by a narration in Human. No need to translate.

[Secure Containment Protocols Foundation vessel Zheng He. Mission: Pass beyond Sol system transit plaque and report on findings. Use of direct force is authorized.]

A bunch of radar dishes and obvious sensors open up on the outer hull- maybe chuck some old-timey sound effects here, depending on how serious we're going with this. Anyways they're searching for something. All clear? NO! Suddenly the dishes stop. Music's building again. We see the weapons powering on. Springing to life. The engines go brighter- windows on the hull are shutting. New subtitle!

[Enemy contact detected: BATTLESTATIONS.]

And as the music gets too intense to handle suddenly the stars go dark and a shadow passes over the Zheng He. There's a blinding flash of white light, a rumbling explosion, aaaaand- ROLL OPENING.

[FIRST ENCOUNTER: SOL SYSTEM.]

Upbeat Human music. Local stuff- they've got these things called 'synths' that are just perfect for this sort of thing. Cast list, maybe some portraits if we can find some good footage. Shots of Human ships at work in orbit, Foundation operatives investigating something, GOC and GRU and CID people fighting, high adventure, drama, all that.

We return to see the Zheng He listing. Still not clear what's hit it, right? Zoom in close- through the clouds of smoke billowing from the hull, through debris and electrical fires, to the bridge, where the command crew are strapped in and barely holding together. Music in the background is snappy and driving.

We see the crew, nervous but determined, Humans of all stocks and subspecies. We see the Number One, a female, passionate, charismatic but impulsive. A real firebrand. Then the Captain- a male, intelligent, wise, but cold and unfeeling. Not their real personalities of course, but we can edit those- and their appearances- in post. Still unsure whether or not to go with a romance subplot between the two, but the possibility is there. So- and this is all dubbed, of course, but we have the option of a subbed version for the purists, maybe a collector's set or something- preliminary dialogue. Just placeholder for now.

Captain: Your thoughts, Number One?

Number One: No time for that, sir! All batteries, fire at will!

Cut back to the outside. Lasers charge silently- maybe a close cut to some of the weapons, get the coolant gasses pouring over those stylish "Subach-Innes" logos. You know how the diehard fans are about branded merchandise, and there are endless possibilities with the Sol system.

So, lasers discharge, missiles fly- we see them impact on whatever the big 'enemy' is.

Weapons Officer: No damage, sir! They're charging for another shot!"

Number One: We don't stand a chance in hell of weathering another blast like that!

Captain: Evasive maneuvers! Get us out of here!

Again, placeholder dialogue. So, ship pulls out- thunder of engines, spitting of nuclear fire, the hull is shaking with the strain- all that. Still firing as it moves, it dodges an enemy attack- a ravening beam of blue-white energy with a distinctive gold afterglow. At this point, the smart ones in the audience are saying 'Ah-hah!'.

Captain: They've moved between us and the plaque back into the system. Number One, any suggestions?

A tense pause- we get the sense that the Captain is genuinely unsure, but also taking a moment to test his subordinate/close confidant. This'll happen occasionally- establish that our Captain has a darker side to him, a willingness to push boundaries that is dangerous, but also magnetic and, dare I say it, a bit sexy.

Number One: This is 1822 we're dealing with, right? They believe in combat, in glory, in a struggle…

Captain: It would certainly seem like they're getting what they want.

And then- the music gets hopeful! There's a spark in Number One's eyes! A plan has formed. No, not just a plan! A Plan!

Number One: Comms! Hail them, all frequencies! Now, before they're back in range!

A tense moment as another beam scorches the ship and throws them about.

Comms Officer: Channel open, ma'am!

Close-up on Number One. A bead of sweat drips down her brow. And then, she speaks- all bravado and bluster, with the spirit of Humanity backing up her words! The music soars!

Number One: So it's a fight you're looking for, huh? Well, clearly you've got us outgunned. Hardly sporting, isn't it. Hell, one volley in and already we're running away. But what if… what if we could offer you the greatest struggle of them all?

Not the struggle of a lone ship against overwhelming odds- no, something better than that. The struggle of every species that ever lived in the galaxy! Every protozoon, every worm that crawled in the muck, every bird that struggled skyward, every ape-thing that gazed with dawning understanding at a brushfire! I offer you the struggle to find one's place! the struggle to find belonging! Give us your aid, and we will offer you the human species, in the struggle for home!

Silence. The music cuts out dramatically. And then, the viewscreen on the main bridge console flickers to life, and a voice- no need to dub this one- rumbles over the bridge, all smoothe and masculine and confident. The enemy… why, it's me, of course, their dependable rival and erstwhile companion. I smile politely at them- we get shots of horror from them, naturally- and say…

First Unit Director Naomtosk: The struggle for home, my Human friend? Now that- that's got power to it. Tell you what. I'll have my people talk to your people. I think we've got something here.

Aaaaand cut to first commercial break. What do you think?


Foundation Lunar Research Site 01, Secure Conference Room 1-O.
July 19th, 1973, 12:45 hours GMT.

The last message had long been sent, the last monitor turned off and removed by orderlies in clean-suits. O5-10 awoke from his daze. There was something in the room. It reached down and neatly pressed the light switch.

It was only the drugs coursing through his system, and his years of staring into the abyss that kept O5-10's heart from giving out. Six slender, spike-tipped limbs, in two clusters of three around a pillarlike spine. A central head, with four petals- no, they were tooth-lined jaws- each with a lidless, blank eye at their tip. A single mouth- too wide, with teeth like interlocking gears. It spoke, softly and politely.

"O5-10? I do apologize for waking you, but time seemed of the essence. You see, one of your representatives recently made contact with us- you could call us, hmmmm- yes, call us the Showmen. They proposed an exchange, of sorts- your story, your quest for home, for our… pertinent technical knowledge. If you decline, no hard feelings, but if you're interested, the results could be… well, extremely lucrative for both our species."

O5-10 sat bolt upright, his drugged and tumor-raddled body no more a restraint to him than his linen sheets. He had half a mind to call security. But the other half…

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

The Showman smiled, and began his pitch anew.


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但你可以拥有它,我所拥有的一切。

姓名 Jeremiah Cimmerian

安全许可: 4

当前职务: 伦理道德委员会联络员

工作职位: 伦理道德委员会成员

原工作地点: Site-88, Site-19.

当前所处位置: Site-17.

个人工作区域: Site-17,Section C,三楼,Dr. Cimmerian的办公室


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