The Galaxy Full of Wonders
Or two stories about exploration
The Anomaly of Cherton III
The Ocean world of Cherton III, located in the former Zithoran space, showed something beneath the surface. Naturally, Paseka Hauteville-Kumato did not shy away from the challenge and he and his crew started to look at what the anomaly was about.
Fast in, quick scan and then out- that was the original plan
The task proved more arduous than they expected. It kinda was there, kinda wasn’t. Sometimes, it was clear, sometimes it was just not there. Was it instruments going haywire? Was it some unknown interference from the planet? Was it something entirely different? Anyway, it had been weeks now. Weeks of constant work, monitoring, guessing, trying to think what can be done next. To put it shortly- weeks with little sleep and very much thinking and tinkering.
Paseka woke up in terrible condition. Not shaved for a week. No shower for three days. His clothes were starting to develop sentiency of their own. Wear it a few days more and then you can whistle: “Hey, shirt!” and it crawls to you and wears itself. It was not just that. What really got to him was the keyboard marks on his face. Once again, he didn’t go to sleep, he just dropped of exhaustion.
The discovery is starting to take it's toll from the health of people of HTV Caldwell
Grabbing his mug of coffee, he lurched about the ship, landed safely in one of the islands in Cherton III. “Zombie crew,” he mumbled to himself, for as he passed, he saw two more people sleeping on their keyboards, one snoring under the table, the guard holding his rifle on and napping, leaning on the rifle. Rest of the crew- with blank stares, they gazed at their monitors, some tried to do some tests, but failed because their movements were too shaky.
Paseka came to realization that this way, the crew can do more harm to the project and themselves then to bring any benefit. He grabbed the intercom: “This is your captain speaking!”
Few people looked up, but rest were even too tired to look up or pay attention. Or too busy sleeping in their makeshift beds.
“Ehhh,” thought Paseka, lurched into his captain’s chair and pressed a button. The sirens of the ship started wailing and red lights blinking, while the nice female voice of the ship’s computer said loutly and without any emotion: “Red Alert! Red Alert! All crew to their stations! Red Alert! We are under attack!”
This got the attention of the crew well enough. Paseka turned off the alert after a minute and then, once again, spoke to intercom: “This is your captain speaking. You are all ordered to stop whatever you are currently doing and go get some sleep. After 10 hours, we will emerge from the ship and take a swim in the ocean. Then, we have a good strong breakfast- whole pig cooked on a bonfire on the beach. Then, we will get back to work! And this includes everyone”
He took a pause, look at the people from the bridge stumbling away, some relieved, some hesitant. Then, he continued: “This applies to everyone. I will keep watch, you will sleep!”
The crew went to sleep. When they woke up, they heard a terrible noise, coming from the bridge. It was as if monster had taken over. Scientists or not, they were Normans. So, they grabbed guns and prepared to storm the bridge... only to find their beloved Captain sleeping like a log and snoring so loudly. Dead asleep. Not even the crew storming the bridge could not wake him up.
Remembering the Captain’s orders to swim after sleeping, the four crewmembers took Paseka by hands and legs and carried him off the ship. The head of Paseka dangled as he was heaved to the shore and then, with all crew chanting “One! Two! Three! Gooo” he was thrown into fresh, clear waters of Cherton III. That woke him up. Gurgling, he swam back to the surface and showed his fist to the crew, laughing at the same time. The entire crew, now more or less rested, followed him.
Afterwards, they did indeed do a seaside picnic, roasting three entire pigs and drinking some nice cold beer or some nice cocktails for those who were into that stuff.
When they returned to the ship, the anomaly was gone. They did some more scans, but nothing ever showed up in the scanners. Guess the anomaly used the sleep of an entire crew to silently sneak off and no matter how hard they Normans tried, they were not able to find it again.
“Screw that,” was the statement of Paseka. “I will not let my crew to be worked to death over some anomaly. The health of the crew comes first- and there are plenty more anomalies in the universe!”
Important thing is to keep the crew happy
The story of HTV Caldwell and the splash of Paseka (filmed in total 3d holographic vision) became viral. The media was distributing, the people were watching and laughing. This is a good example of how something simple can change the world. The spirits were higher, the people were happier, the production rose. Plus, the Empire took notice and issued an edict that improved the working environment of everyone in the Empire.
Keeping everyone happy
The Music They Make
At the same time, Captain Fang Tan, commanding HTV Mitralexis, explored Chertan System as well. And in Chertan IIa, she discovered something wonderful beyond words. Small arctic world, no sentient life. Nothing special about it. Until the night falls. Then, you see gathering of all species of the world. The ones who hunt and the ones who are hunted. Gathering peacefully. No lives are taken in Chertan IIa during the night.
Fang Tan and HTV Mitralexis did the job though, not Paseka
Fang Tan and their crew members found it out the easy way. Their shuttle had landed, they were preparing to spend the night on the planet. They had set up the perimeter, put up shields and were gathering by campfire, enjoying mug of coffee and resting. Again, it was freezing, but there was no wind and the fire was warm and the Normans were wearing winter gear. It was nice. Then, the sounds started. Few howls first, then followed by the roar, then a chirp. At first, Normans stood up, grabbed their guns, but all the sound was stationary.
It kept going for a few minutes. Then it dawned to a crewmember, physicist named Chris Hauteville-Hadfield: “Bloody hell, listen! They’re singing a tune!”
The others listened and had to agree- the animals were singing a tune. An easy tune too, but kind of captivating. Chris, who picked it up starting whistling the tune on his own.
The Normans cocked their guns, donned their protective gear and moved towards the source of the sound. On foot, cause the shuttle would be making too much noise. It was half a kilometer from the camp. They came upon a clearing. There, they spotted every species they had discovered during the day, plus about three times more of the unknown species. For example, there was something dubbed the snow tiger. White as snow, fangs half a meter in length, claws that can rip your body into half. Nothing to do with Earth tigers, of course, but the name kind of stuck. The tiger was roaring and next to him, there was one of the herbivores, the tigers usual pray. With one swift movement, the tiger could kill the animal and devour him, but it made no such tries. And the herbivore did not seem to be worried at all, but chirped happily and rubbed itself against the snow tiger.
It was again Chrisl who took the initiative. She stepped from the shadows into the clearing, whistling the same tune. The animals paid no attention to him, but continued their noise. Chrisl moved without fear, trusting his gear- and the guns of fellow Normans. If needed, they could clear the clearing with seconds. But there was no need for it. Chris walked next to the tiger and the herbivore, sat down and kept whistling. Few more of the crew followed and sat down. Some whistled, the others went “La-la-la”
The situation was absurd, but the melody was captivating. Again, it was Chris who felt the words coming. He stopped his whistling and started humming. A simple tune, a sad tune about lonely life amongst the stars. Soon, all the humans in the clearing picked it up and sang it together. Few more joined and sat down.
Fang Tan was not one of them. She was overseeing recording equipment with the ship’s xenobiologist.
“There is no chance of this being a natural phenomenon?” she inquired, whispering.
Xenobiologist looked confused: “Most likely, no. At the moment, I see no evolutionary benefits of this behaviour.”
She pointed to another creature in the clearing, also a carnivore, kind of resembling a hybrid of Earth’s fox and wolf. “You see,” she continued. “It is obvious from looking that the creature is starving. Its hunt has has not been so successful lately and if it doesn’t get some prey in the next few days, I’d say it succumbs to starvation.”
“Yet,” she pointed out another creature. “Right next to it, there is an animal that is fit to be its prey.”
“Not is fit, but they are the prey,” she corrected herself. “We observed packs of these beasts, foxwos, as some dimwit already named them, hunting the herbivores during the day.”
“So,” Fang said, thoughtfully. “The fact that the foxwo doesn’t attack, even though it is obviously starving, means that something is overriding the beast’s self-preservation instinct?”
The xenobiologist nodded. “Self-preservation instinct is a powerful thing. This is one thing in common for all the life we have yet encountered. Yet, against all logic, these beasts defy it- in order to sing together.”
“Genetic engineering of sorts? For what purpose?” Fang asked.
“Most likely, yes. Cannot give you reply just yet, but call it an educated guess. I’ll have more results by tomorrow. As for why...” the xenobiologist shrugged “I cannot even guess. A prank? A religious think? A bored alien? Someone with eccentric mind and eccentric music taste.”
Meanwhile, the human chorus and the alien orchestra continued to sing in the clearing. For hours. Until there was still few hours to the dawn. One by one, the animals shut up and left the clearing. Still not attacking each other, but it was obvious that come the dawn, all the bets are off. Finally, it was just snow tiger and the humans, humming in unison. Until, about 30 minutes before the dawn, the tiger stood up and left as well.
The humans marched back to the camp. Ecstatic, but also kind of very confused. They slept through the day and returned the following night. With more equipment, including tracking beacons that were put on the animals. The animals didn’t seem to mind. And of course, there was more singing. Chris singing the lead, the other crewmembers who could hold a tune were background singers and the aliens were an orchestra.
Gathering the data proved difficult, for the humans flat out refused to kill their choir mates, not during the day and especially during the night. Luckily for science, the animals themselves held no such restrictions. Corpses of herbivores, killed by the carnivores, were enough for the Normans to get the information needed.
Indeed, the animals have been genetically modified. To sing at nights. The motives of an alien or alien species doing that in a small arctic moon remain mystery to this day, but the Humans were at least able to reverse-engineer the process. Gaining some valuable information on genetic modifying in the process.
The song sang by Chris and Mitralexis crew and the aliens, aptly named “Space Oddity”, became number one hit in the Hauteville Empire for at least half a year. And it kept itself in top ten for next year to come. The holovid of human choir and alien orchestra singing in unison under the alien sky captivated heart of humans and other aliens in the Empire for centuries to come.
As for Chris, he soon abandoned her career as a physicist and took up singing professionally. He became a star, touring all Hauteville planets and her performances were always sold to the last position. He never forgot her days as an explorer though- and quite a lot of his songs were about the space.
Of things we discovered, this is the weirdest