SLOW TRAIN TO ARCTURUS — snippet 1

 

SLOW TRAIN TO ARCTURUS – snippet 1:

 

 

Slow Train to Arcturus

 

by

 

Eric Flint & Dave Freer

 

 

            One of the biggest faults with the concept of a one-shot slower-than-light colony mission was the proportion of the time spent accelerating and slowing down. Take Barnard's star, for example. At 5.9 light years away, with a ship capable of 0.3 lights, a plausible speed for a ramscoop… you'd be there in 19.7 years, right?

            Wrong. It all depends on acceleration. High-speed acceleration is expensive and creates engineering stresses, to say nothing of the stresses on the biological matter. A slow steady push is best. You accelerate slowly for at least a third of your trip. And then you have to slow down again. If you're going to visit a number of systems, this adds hugely to travel time. What's more, the momentum you've lost has to be built again.

            Momentum is expensive. It is energy. Energy, whether taken from solar-pumped lasers or a-bombs is a consumable. Even if it is “free” solar power, it still costs to get it into a usable form, and once it has been used, it is gone. A metal space habitat has a finite lifespan—but it is an enormous one. The depreciating cost, amortized over its space-life, divided by its carrying capacity, makes it the cheapest vehicle humanity ever built.

            However: Building the momentum needed to travel between the stars is too expensive to waste on one stop journeys, or even on leapfrogging between stars. Once the colony ship accelerates, it must never slow down again. Never. It will drop space habitat modules at each sun. But it must itself just keep cruising along, a slow train to the stars.

 

From SLOWTRAIN: THE STARS WITHIN OUR GRASP, Conquist, A., Mordaunt Scientific Press, NY. 2090.

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Chapter 1

 

            …More than any other space-used technique, the blowing of nickel-iron bubbles changed engineering. From ship hulls to habitats, it was the death of the 'plate-and-rivet' technology that had dominated since the 19th century. Bubbles blown from space-melted m-type asteroids altered nearly all the dynamics, both economically and in engineering terms.

 

From: An introduction to Space Engineering, Vol. 1. 2202, Braun, W.J and Casern, D. (ed.) SoCalTech Press (pub.)

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            In the Miran spacecraft now rapidly approaching the enormous alien starship, Kretz swam up from the drug induced trance-hibernation. He opened his eyes and looked at the cramped room, and up at Selna, the ship-physician, leaning over him.

            "We're on the final intercept approach," said Selna, beaming down at him. From the transit-massage couch, Kretz smiled back, a little wary, a little confused.

            That was to be expected. It would take his livers time to clear the drugs out of his system. Selna was much closer to sexual changeover than he was, and was therefore bigger and had more body, and more liver, available to deal with the trance-drugs. It was a reason to be wary with him. Moods were even less stable than sexuality, at this stage. Selna would only get worse until he became fully female, and settled down.

            Well, thought Kretz, eventually he'd get there himself. It was odd to think of being sedentary and child-rearing. Selna had better watch his hormone-supplements, though. There was no space on the intercept ship for a nesting territory, let alone a creche. Anyway, it would all smell wrong.

            Kretz sat up. He was still giddy, but the excitement was beginning to push aside the drugs that had allowed them to make the six year journey.

            Selna lent him a hand, helping him to his feet. The physician-communications specialist's eyes were alive with excitement. "And have I got news for you, my xenobiologist-engineering friend! It looks like both of your specialties may just be needed."

            Incredulously, Kretz turned on him. "There is something alive on the alien craft? It is not just a probe?"

            Selna laughed. "To hear Leader Zawn, you'd think it will be full of aliens."

            Kretz had to laugh too. "Probably fluffy and pink with tentacles."

            "Well, he has detected beamed laser signals coming from one of spheres. The sixth. I've started computer analysis of the signal."

            "It's just an automated signal system. Look, when they started checking the back-record from Astronomy, they found signs of the alien ship as far back as two hundred years ago. It'll be a treasure trove, all right, but Zawn's archaeology will have more of a role to play than my xenobiology.”

            By this time they'd walked forward down the narrow passage to the science deck. Kretz was glad to flop into a chair. Leader Zawn was peering intently at some instruments, so absorbed that he didn't even look up. He just waved a hand in greeting. His mouth was stretched into a beam of pure delight.

            Kretz stared at the forward viewscreens as Selna handed him a high-energy drink, designed to stimulate the mind, flush the body of trance-drug metabolites and, naturally, taste vile. The alien ship filled the entire viewscreen, although they must be at least seven light-seconds away from it. It looked even more like a string of white beads—beads moving at nearly a third of the speed of light, but beads none-the-less. Of course there was not much light out here to reflect, but the infrared view confirmed that the thing was, by comparison to space, quite warm. The machinery inside must still function, somehow. No matter how well you insulated anything it would—eventually—leak heat.

            "Behind the ramscoop is a fusion plant," said Zawn, looking up from his instruments and not bothering with niceties like asking how his xenobiologist felt after trance-sleep. The answer was always the same anyway: awful.

            “And behind that the spectroscope confirms the next object is water-ice. Probably a whole comet. Now what do you think they'd want that for, Kretz?"

            Kretz hid his smile. "Fuel?" he said just for the sheer joy of watching Zawn's face. The poor fellow almost showed his teeth before realizing that he was being teased.

            "Someone will kill you in a mating fight, Kretz. Don't be more obstructive than you have to be. Replenishment, that's what. Replenishment of lost materials. There will be some leakage, but this gives the lie to Melka's ideas. Of course there could still be life, even if his calculation of the effectiveness of seals is correct. They just brought replenishments along. A lot of replenishments. The third object is nitrogen ice and carbon dioxide."

            "Well, they’re transporting water, nitrogen and CO2 along does suggest that they're not the sort of alien life-forms Melka and Ferni proposed," said Kretz. Zawn had a habit of leaping to conclusions. Archeologists had to, he supposed. Often there wasn't that much to go on. But the combination was indeed promising for life as they knew it on Miran. Perhaps the theories of what the basic conditions for the formation of life were, were about to be proved. The theories of evolutionary convergence were another matter entirely. Yes, they worked within a planetary sphere, but out here…

            Why should two legs and two eyes be a norm? He already knew the answer: because function shapes form. But even if there was a remnant of life on the alien ship, it was going to be very different. Excitingly different, beyond his wildest dreams.

            Zawn leaned in, beamed, and came up with his clincher. "And it is very plain that they're using energy. Quite a lot of energy for a ship full of machinery or even sleepers. Each of those beads is rotating. There are small ion-jets on the equatorial ridge of each bead to keep them spinning."

            Spin. Centrifugal force would provide the effect of gravity. And why should gravity matter to machinery, or, as had been postulated by the excitable fringe media on Miran, to a spacecraft full of frozen aliens?

            There might be a huge cargo of trance-state aliens on that ship… but if so, where were they heading for? The ship showed no signs of slowing. The initial theory had been that the vessel's purpose was to deploy probes, and that that had caused the flash which had originally caught astronomers’ attention. Objects moving at considerably higher fractions of C had been detected relatively soon after that.

            But this was a different prospect altogether. A vastly different prospect. There could even be live “minders” on the alien string of pearl-like beads. The idea frightened and excited Kretz, as the rest of the Miran expedition crew were brought out of trance and the distance to the alien ship closed, hour after hour. Laser streams of data hurtled back toward Miran. Kretz could imagine the newscasts getting it all wrong, and a whole generation of young males wishing that they were on this grand adventure themselves, and the nest-mothers being terribly glad that the males weren't out here.

            The amount of information going back now was nothing to what they'd send when they actually made physical contact. That would take the greater proportion of their reaction mass… and was giving both the steersman and navigator sleepless rest-periods, and relentless computing.

            "It'll have to be the distal pole of the last bead," said Steersman Kastr firmly. "I'm sorry, Leader Zawn. The spin means we have to land on a pole—and the link between the beads means only the last pole is an option. Besides, deep-radar suggests that the surface at the pole is exposed metal, whereas we think most of the rest is covered by some form of film—possibly a coating on an inner regolith layer. The sixth from last bead may be transmitting laser signals, but we can't land the intercept there."

            "The lifecraft?" said Zawn desperately.

            "Possibly. Once we've matched velocity… well, all things are relative," said Kastr, in his this is another one of your stupid ideas, archeologist voice.

            Kretz knew Zawn well enough to suspect that, stupid idea or not, the lifecraft, intended to provide their final stage home, would be attempting the journey to the sixth bead. It had been a possibility in the design phase, Kretz knew. There was a crawler in the hold too. It had seemed like a waste of space to Kretz, but then it had been difficult to guess what they'd need to explore an alien artifact moving at 0.3 lights. The only obvious answer seemed to be: You need whatever you haven't thought of. Kretz was cynically sure that that was as certain to be true as Selna suggesting a little recreational sex next rest period. It was one of those thing about approaching change. Selna's hormones were in a riot, just like his moods and his temper. And the ship had three of its crew heading that way… full of hormone supplements to avoid sex-change.

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8 Responses to SLOW TRAIN TO ARCTURUS — snippet 1

  1. Daryl says:

    “the blowing of nickel-iron bubbles changed engineering”. Damn, I thought that was an original daydream of mine. Take a nickle iron asteroid, place a large tank of water in the middle, spin it, and then heat it by large solar mirrors so that by the time the heat causes the water to become steam the exterior is malleable.

  2. E says:

    Yeah, buy metallic asteroids aren’t entirely pure, carbonaceous compounds and other junk would fly off,also taking chunks of the metallic rock with it. Most likely they have some way to capture junk while the gravity from the water and centrifugal force keeps the whole thing from losing shape; I wonder if they tow it in station to make or perform on site.

  3. Summercat says:

    Yawn. Another ‘Alien Night’.

    Maybe it’ll pick up.

  4. JNees says:

    “Blowing” is a misnomer. Through the use of some very vigorous, read poisonous and unstable, methods, you can dissolve the metal in a nickle/iron and replate it on any convenient surface. It is a catalytic process, so the active agents can be reused extensively. To be practical, this requires free fall, which is why we dont do it here and now, except in a laboratory setting.

    The process can be done most conveniently on a sphere, but quite a range of possibilities exist. You use balloons to shape the plating process, which in turn can be for ventilation and systems conduits. Given a chunk of iron to digest (I use that term advisedly) and the proper shaping surfaces, you could mass produce very strong, thick walled living environments, quite easily. A lot of the problems the astronauts have with light weight construction simply do not apply.

    J

  5. Chaddaï Fouché says:

    Nice, looks like a reversal of the cliché “Big alien vessel enter the solar system, watch as our courageous astronauts explore the damned thing”. Also it looks like a little bit of hard-science which I pretty much enjoy (makes me dream, since the methods used aren’t completely out of reach for us in the real future).


    Jedaï

  6. Chaddaï Fouché says:

    Will there be an eARC and when ?


    Jedaï

  7. Bill Woods says:

    Daryl: Damn, I thought that was an original daydream of mine.
    Oh, heck no. See Dandridge M. Cole and
    Bubbleworld.

    But I don’t like “High-speed acceleration”; I think ‘high acceleration’ would be better.

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