I’ve got a new machine for you! The fuzzy-headed Lewis spoke with a discernible quaver of excitement in his voice. This one is likely to be a really doozy like nothing else that you every experienced on the cyber arcade. Well that would be something indeed considering this week’s offerings from the Mandrake show’s favorite tricks for changing the colors in your living nodule mentally by paint sprayer bot. that column can’t be beat for offering the coolest tips on remote lifestyle solutions. No no! Lewis’ long aquiline nose almost wrinkled with a sneer of frustration this is something that you and Mary have to see. Tom thought about it with the usual mental cloaking.
I guess since the reintroduction of regular marriage between cloned dynasties of citizen family members one had to put up with certain aggravating consequences Tom thought aloud. Lewis was to involved in his latest mental harangue that he had only detected the medium channel of broadcast thoughts. These little peepers were only detectable if series based entities weren’t too busy involved with their own obsessive rhetoric. This was a feature that the biologist’s in their own sorts of wisdom had determined would keep present society from harming each other’s feelings inadvertently. The conventional wisdom being that the full range of communication whether one wanted to beam back and forth or employ the vocal chords would inadvertently lead to some slips. God only knew how he and Mary as psycho-biologists at the institute had engaged in endless didactics with the staging committee about unintended consequences if these little accessory features were not grown in place in the clone sets. One could only imagine how much more complex this made the life change process.
Tom and Mary’s latest achievement was to adapt their line into a series of fraternal twin gene based compatibility based biped combination. Thank God, Tom thought we were all past the era of specialty attachments. Multiple digits, extra upper limb pairs and multiple breasts having fallen out of favor as being too garish and ultimately off-putting if carried to extremes as they usually were. The replacement procedure was getting backed up as a result of the amount of entity satisfaction statistic sinking to a state that the usual hundred year longevity figure was going down to a thirty year mark. this of course challenged the gene pool inseminator. Every society had to depend on something I guess, Tom thought. Their own Huxley institute had long ago set down some reasonable standards of what sort of life entities that the citizen populations were allowed to embrace. All those other splinter sets of remaining civilization back on Terra were prohibited from emigrating to the Mars colony beyond occasional delegations that had to be regenerated from gene packets and connected up with the accompanying biomass data storage unit. The growing process on this ambassador series was exceedingly prompt. Lewis was one of the past masters in this art of reconfiguration. Though occasionally he could get a bit scattered undeviating from what the purpose of this function was supposed to be about.
Tom looked over at Lewis as his associate just about bounced as he skipped back and forth in the low orbit gravity of their Phobos based domed campus. Tom and Mary hadn’t seen him this worked up to date. I tell you this will be the rage of both worlds. Mary chimed in as she entered behind the pair. Are you sure the moon spin hasn’t disoriented your balance adjust pack? You seem a bit too physically bouncy. Lewis’ nose almost made a demonstrable ‘S’ shape as his mouth went ascorbic in a prune shape. Well Mary dear you may be my toughest critic before the board but even you are going to be amazed at what this system of transference can do! Mary and Tom looked at each other a question mark mutually forming in unison with a physical shoulder shrug thrown in by each. Ok Lewis, we’re game, what have you got that is so amazingly fantastic? Lewis unwrinkled his face and squared his own shoulders and scrunched over towards the two of them taking each in arm to shuttle them to his lab. The usual biomass generator one expected to find was absent and in its place were a couple of almost ancient cryo-tubes from the first ancient expeditions.
You have to be kidding us Lewis Mary quipped. What are you going to do freeze us? Lewis broke into a panicky speech aloud. No, no,no! That is not what I am using them for at all. The old mechanisms are gone. I’ve set up something completely different. These containers are just part of the prototype. The final product will be biomass efficient small units that attach like all the others in your lower back. So what does this great invention of your’s do Tom asked? Lewis settled back down and continued mentally on the medium broadcast level. You know how stale the Terra packets in transit have become lately. They all need an extra thirty years to get out the doldrums of the non-creative state before the person is fully up and mentally running? Tom side-longed a short cynical peep to Mary that she seemingly ignored of a here we go again variety. I have a way of conducting the sequence and personality info without the biomass Lewis continued. “What?” Tom interrupted his partners concentration with a start. I thought that the upper committee had decided that digital transfer versus physical was the problem of getting vacant headed results? That’s true Lewis beamed. That is why we still use fully shielded ion bullet based transport that gets these combinations here in an unadulterated state. It is hard to populate the dusty red of planet Mars with a bunch of empty headed clone series. But I have a way using the nu’. Mary lost her aplomb and actually physically looked over at Tom. That’s right Lewis mentally applauded himself in crashing ebullient beamed thought. I can move things dimensionally in an instant without restorative biology. Do you have a little faith and a spare ten years Lewis asked them? The fraternal pair stared back at Lewis stone silent without a detectable peep. Don’t worry! You know you can biomass your present state if I have to regenerate you. But this thing works! I know you’ll both be so amazed? All the two of you have to do is climb in those two old cryo-tubes and I can show you something amazing. Tom shrugged as Mary looked back at him. Ok she said. But we have to be back here in twenty years and no later. I’ll have you back in one year and it will be as if you had a solid hundred years of fun Lewis beamed.
The pair climbed into each of the respective capsules. Besides the form fitting cushioning there wasn’t much left beyond the bio-flush and nutrient recycler still left within the two units. At least Lewis isn’t seining us anywhere physically Tom peeped. The next instant the room had been replaced by the Park Africa back on Terra and the two of them were before a stunning sunrise. Unless this is a dream, we aren’t back on Phobos! Mary looked back at Tom. I know he said but how do you explain this. He held up a finger the tip of which had a fresh spot of blood upon it. She tasted it. Well, it’s definitely not a drug and we’re not tumbling over the big red marble anymore. “I can’t recall having seen the sun for ages!”, Mary blurted out aloud. I forgot how cool the early mornings looked. Tom this is impossible. We couldn’t be communicating like this if it was a drug induced connection. I know he said. Lewis is up to something though. This is too unbelievable given the sleep dream feature was extinct over fifty-three clone series ago. We are in real time and Lewis knows that. Can he have found some transmission potential in the dark emptiness coefficient of interplanetary space? Perhaps a side dimension all those Dark energy nut cases were railing about two-hundred centuries past? Mary stood there wide eyed. If he did my dear then I have to wonder if were are physical or just a mental projection like those holograms of old? Yes Tom, but we both know that they gave up on that when the old Huxley committee rules had ceased all electromagnetic based activity after half of old Switzerland had disappeared into a parallel dimension. You don’t suppose Lewis started that sort of research up once again? Gee Mary, I hope not. A voice was building up in the distance from a mental public address unit that swiftly flew towards them. The elliptical silvery egg was projecting its broadcast live. ‘Hello everyone!’ it beamed. We find Tom and Mary of the Phobos colony in Park Africa this month and want to congratulate Lewis of Phobos for his wonderful new invention. One that promises to open up all new possibilities of travel past Saturn. No one goes past Saturn Tom peeped. Oh great we’ve been set up! Now we are both part of Mandrake’s clone of the month club! How embarrassing!
It was morning and Lewis rose from his bed and rubbed his eyes looking out at the picture perfect sunrise from his two-hundred story apartment high above the purple fog raging below. He staggered a bit as he bumbled towards the bathroom to look at the reflection of himself. “What a dream that was!”, he said. “Who were those people anyway?” “And what was I doing on Mars?” A female voice chimed from the next enclosure. “Are you up yet?” “You better get up!” “The people format he committee want to ask us about our paper on bio-technology!” Lewis threw on a robe and stomped out up to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. “I had the weirdest dream that we were all clones and your brother was your husband!” “You’re such a nut!” “You know that’s impossible!” “Lewis never made it back from the expedition” “That is why they they want to start up the remote biology strategy again.” “Well, let’s hope!, Tom looked down at the view screen as the commentator was talking about the new initiative to refer to the old perforative term ‘earth’ as Terra.” “We may all see Mars one day, if not through another set of eyes exactly the same as our own?”