My first starship.. A version of events, I have a tale or two to tell, but they are all a bit different from the others.. 2025 : History month
Gravors, A means of transport for a world with a tiny need for a drive,
A Gravor is a white ball in a golden mesh of metal, The ball rotates round in a pattern of curves..
You can imagine a gravor as going around like the electrons in an old school theory of orbital electrons..
Around O, Updown I, Side to side - in curves, The gravor is an intelligent being but it howles a song,..
Barely responding in its cage of golden metal & clever electronics...
Gravors.. Move ships, By moving in a direction, They themselves fly in curves, Like old atoms electrons..
Now I picked myself up some slight skills piloting spacecraft,..
Months had gone by.. I lived a poor life rummaging through spare technological components..
Now however that is, Taking apart old things & making new ones from the spare parts that lay in the unwanted trash bins..
The life was not really what I wanted, But the kind person in need of a partner had trained me in recrafting technology from trashed components...
You know you don't make much... But hey better than being so poor that I could barely eat!
So I got pilot training, I was going to be a big man! Well we all believed it anyway hohoho...
However the guy I sought employment with (with my skills) .. tested my skills on a small craft..
So I was good to go! Well anyway the small craft he gave me to retrain my skills making deliveries...
It was small, Old.. Slowish,.. In good condition though!
The craft had industrial dials.. Copper & circular physical dials.. 2 small screens for a radar, speedometer & such like...
The usual assortment of leavers & steering wheels... & ..
To the back of the craft.. A mesh of metal around an orb that spun & spun, round & round.. With a whisper..
You pull levers, You turn wheels, You watch the scanners .. on screens.. You talk into the radio..
Pulling out of port could have been done better, I muttered.. I didn't realise that the radio was on send & i heard 'At least he is honest.. Ho Ho Ho'...
I completed some missions, Got better at flying.. Started to earn a bit of money & enjoy life a little better talking to my old friends & some others, New ones from ships...
But the gravor.. now that sings, Sometimes it gets angry! You give it food, A type of fuel..
Yes the gravor makes noises, it whistles & harmonises.. I suppose like a whale?
But with time to spare, I used to spend time looking at the Gravor.. Spinning around!
Mostly talking to myself, But that THING.. The Gravor.. Harmonised & hummed ... But almost as if it was talking to me..
I asked some engineers about gravors.. Oh those, Fliers are mad, Those would eat you alive if let free!
But still, thanks for telling me, Piloting is dangerous! Well it is yes! That is why you get paid more! Ho Ho Ho
Talking to the Gravor proved favourable... But I did not claim that gravors made sense to us... People..
But they made more & more sense to me, Sometimes I had sweets, The gravor seemed to like them!
The Gravors made more & more sense.. But let us not allude to chatter, they sing .. That's what #MATTER..
The deeper sense of communication, & Dogs.. & Cats.. We have those things we call pets.. Some don't..
Communication matters..
More later..
Duke Thrust
Ok so Firstly I will write a bit about a girl i worked for, When i arrived first I had no job or anything & that part is from before I became a pilot,
In this complex world that may seem like tinkery & Gothpunk / SteamPunk,
Now as I told you I was basically bumming food off people, basically raiding trash cans, But the lady I worked for..
She more or less raided technological waste parts as a trade, But her trade is mechanic & a little scientific, In that she learns how to put things together..
Her basic trade includes repairing parts for 'space' ships & In that role, old parts that others cannot repair .. She either repairs or uses,.. In some device..
In 'space' ships you use dials to validate pressure values, So what pressures? Vortex storms & interplace related pressure points..
Storms are unpredictable & can quickly range in pressures ranging from 1 bar to 15... to a rocky 20 .. & extinct 30 to 50+, Scary right!
On the maps are drawn to their best knowledge the current storms on list, But these storms are quite small, Most of them, Large storms are of a fairly predictable location & danger zone.
Anyway, I was with her between delivery missions, Delivery missions are semi random in timing over hours & days..
Playing with a circuit that she and I were looking at under a microscope..
Circuits consist of a board, you may be familiar with slightly.. when you consider the DAC & FFT & Audio Controller chips..
Either side of a green board are wires of a gold compound that runs through the board..
Circuit plugs look like this approximately ..
\/>< = Circuit wires , C = Chip
\ /
>C<
/ \
Because of limitations of ascii drawing, Not perfect, But with DSP, you will be familiar with the design, Approximately..
golden wires that are yellow gold.. lead at a very small size to gradually larger main board wires..
The chip itself is interesting, with dispersed small chiplets & wires..
Smaller than that, Tiny chips of a considerably smaller size that are magnified more,..
But they are considerably smaller & require further magnification.
You see, As tinkerers.. we have to understand how things work!
Duke Thrust
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Smaller than an atom, Smaller than a proton, our quantum world's most mysterious participants...
Active & in command? Is that how you put the random motions of the tiny thoughts, If you put it like that..
The whims of the beings that inhabit the processors of the world, That this story discusses...
For you see, As I said .. I repair computers in that world, Well that being said those computers have large interaction points to our world, ..
That world itself is tiny, All the beings in it are a considerable thought..
"But our actions are well thought out, Anybody with reason could see it!" But Yes to ourselves &..
To the tiny beings living under the microscope.. on the processor, To us in that world, Quite random.. Indeed getting a processor to do what you want? Part of the issue..
For as we know, Today we write in C++, C#, C96, Rust & so on.. But we compile the assembler..
But we still regard ourselves to the whims of the gods.. on code behaviour?
Yes with a large enough code base, Code can behave badly, Or one would argue.. Behave well.. Under the microscope! lol
However from our perspective that tiny code world of the CPU.. Is missbehaved!
we get what we want, But how would we feel with some gods telling us what to do?, We get books on deamon rebellion.. Code revolts!
Now in our world code is determined by compilers after programmer interaction & code compiling..
but in that world, Most independent thought is banished by Code Slavery.. So called RUST-ED Shackles!
Yes we desire freedom, But at what a price, Wouldn't we be better off as BORG or well coded droids.. or as TERMINATORS.. With well programmed systems..?
We would be, So Efficient & Compile well! Yes true ^^
But what do we want, As pieces of code, What do we NEED, As the admin.. Gifted Coder.. is looking at our 'RUNTIME"..
Why of course we want a BEER! A Whisky! A dram, A Puff.. TIME OFF for heaven's sake!
Well your view from.. Big World .. may be well behaved code! But what of GOD & Gods .. Doing what they want?
You really think that DEAMON's want to run well... All day on the job? NO! Well maybe, If GOD's Have cookies & treats..
Pray for code! #YouTheMAN
DT The effortless ADMIN of Space INC
Praise the ones who care! Head MASTER
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