House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: ?/1275
Term: 1, Round: 2
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The weekend passed by with a whirlwind of equipment testing and improvements interspersed with bouts of physical activity. By keeping busy, Daedo was able to keep his mind off the intrusion and his father’s near miss.
Something else was creeping into their weekend routine. Picard had told Barran about Daedo starting combat training with her and Mace, and he grinned wickedly. He decided that, as part of the security regime, they all had to participate in hand-to-hand training with him on the weekends.
Daedo would have protested, arguing what use was hand-to-hand versus a robot or an intruder in an exo, but he actually didn’t mind that particular form of physical training. It was something they could do together. So all six cadets spent a few hours on hand-to-hand training over the weekend, with Barran and Picard acting as pseudo instructors.
The obstacle course and the Gauntlet – although activities they did at the same time – were still solo in nature. Combat training improved their reflexes, stamina, coordination, and tactics. It also brought them together as a group.
Barran was taking his role as security chief (a self-appointed title) very seriously. He installed sentry guns throughout the workshop. They would only fire on unknown robots, a safety measure Master Nader insisted on. The assault cannon turrets had lines of fire throughout the workshop, while small EMP launchers were hidden all around the facility. They would pop out from the ceiling or wall and fire upon an intruder. The shielding would keep them hidden while not in use.
“If they get past the sentry guns,” Barran said as Daedo and Master Nader inspected Barran’s weekend of work, “I have a backup. These small spider drones. They hide in plain sight. I’ve programmed them to randomly roam the facility, and if they come across an unknown robot or human, they will EMP-blast.”
Master Nader nodded, and Barran continued. “That will get rid of any technology. Then the stasis foam and lockdown system will activate. The spider drones run on their own separate sensor system. So if someone hacks or bypasses the facility system, these little guys will come into play.” He threw a spider drone down the corridor. It quickly gained its feet and scampered away, going into hiding.
Barran had spared little expense on lockdown and built-in sensor technologies. A live feed would be available back to the squad members at any time of day, with alerts if unknown entities were within the property boundary. The installation of a stasis foam system – a product designed to capture and hold intruders in a non-lethal manner – enhanced the workshop’s excellent security.
Nothing was perfect, but the facility was now exponentially harder to infiltrate.
Master Nader’s review of Barran’s work took place on Sunday evening. “Where are the plans for the security system?” she asked him.
“On my internal memory only,” Barran said.
“Encrypted?”
“Um …”
“Daedo, ensure he puts a fourth-gen cypher on all his sensitive data,” Master Nader ordered. Then she said, “Good. The foam is an excellent solution for human infiltration. This system can be aggressive with robots and humans. It doesn’t matter if you decimate a drone by accident. You will just have to replace it. But you will find that a dead person is much more difficult to repair.”
Barran looked at Daedo, a look that conveyed the silent question, ‘Was that a joke?’
Daedo shook his head. He didn’t think Master Nader ever joked. “Have you made any progress on your investigation, Master Nader?” he asked.
“You will know when you see the results, Cadet,” she replied.
There was no point in pushing Master Nader. She was a rock, impervious to protest, appeal, or influence.
Vannier ran into the room. “The results are up,” she said excitedly.
“I will leave you to assess,” Nader said. “Ensure the same level of security is applied to your quarters. The spider drones should work well, and I will approve their use. Install the stasis foam lockdown system in the personal quarters only.”
The cadets followed Vannier back to the workshop where everyone was gathered to review the results. Most of them were present, as well as Cisse, but as usual, Gaumont had not attended. Daedo hadn’t even bothered asking Vannier about Gaumont. After the injury to his father, Gaumont had dropped off Daedo’s radar entirely.
“Holy sheet,” Barran said.
“Congratulations, everyone,” Axel-Zero said with a grin, but she was looking at Daedo. The results were not only for the obstacle course and the Gauntlet. They included overall rankings for M1.
The M1 top ten rankings were:
Rank R1 T1
Cadet
House
1
Daedo
Thoth
2
Fortescue
Horus
3
Mace
Thoth
4
Paget-A
Horus
5
Vannier
Thoth
6
Lazard
Shu
7
Raoult
Horus
8
Almeras
Osiris
9
Gallois
Osiris
10
Duval
Amun-Ra
From barely scraping through on physical, Daedo had reached the top ranking in M1 for round one of five for the first term.
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“You have a problem, shorty,” Barran said, rubbing Daedo’s head. “You can only go down from here.” And he laughed loudly.
Barran was rank twenty-two, while Axel-Zero was twenty-three. Picard had done exceptionally well; she was just outside the top ten at rank twelve. Gaumont, the black sheep of the squad, achieved a rank of thirty-five. Which was good as well, particularly considering his obstacle course and Gauntlet scores.
“I think this vindicates our strategy,” Vannier said, smiling brightly.
Mace nodded. “It’s certain that Horus will be getting top equipment handed to them, so if we didn’t upgrade our exos together like this, we would be in trouble.”
“Do you think it was Horus who broke in?” Picard asked.
“Don’t go there,” Daedo said. “As soon as we start speculating, we’ll become distracted. Master Nader ordered us to focus on prevention and to continue our improvements. Leave the investigation to her.”
“If you’re fine with that, I am too. I suppose,” Picard said reluctantly.
“Usually, I would be against doing nothing. But Master Nader scares me,” Barran said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“My father will recover, and they really didn’t get anything worthwhile,” Daedo said. “The testing has already shown many superior designs to last week’s. I just need to consolidate the best parts of those designs and materials.”
The cadets felt relieved about what Daedo said and the security measures that had been put in place by Barran. But Daedo was still not comfortable. They had enemies, most likely rival houses. And if those enemies were blocked from stealing tech, what else would they try?
Daedo: Myrmidon, how goes the security updates?
Myrmidon: I have everything in storage under a new cypher system from one of the rogues. For a very small parcel of bandwidth, I even have our internal comms cyphered.
Daedo: So even if they were able to monitor our communication, they would not be able to decrypt it?
Myrmidon: Affirmative. The only data not encrypted is my internal processing.
Daedo: What do your friends use to hide?
Myrmidon: The rogues mimic boring robots and switch roles intermittently. So if their data was inspected, they would appear as a benign program. This was useless to us with the exception of our net backup. They advised and provided me with a cypher system which they could not use.
Daedo: They couldn’t use it because it would then be obvious something important was in their location?
Myrmidon: Correct. However, our backups have normal encryption, but they appear as media files belonging to random common streamers.
Daedo: Can you ask your rogue friend for an assessment of our data security without it trashing or harming us in any way?
AN: Although Daedo’s communication with Myrmidon is presented as words, it is actually thoughts. It would consist of images, diagrams, words, and even emotives. For example, Daedo could communicate importance with a feeling of urgency. Daedo would not actually think of an AI on the net as an ‘it’ or a ‘him.’ He would think of it as an AI. Just what it was. Daedo could look at an object and think, ‘What’s that?’. Or address any point of focus without naming it.
“Before we head back,” Daedo said, drawing the attention of all the cadets. They were still perusing rankings and scores. “I need everyone to think of other ways we could be attacked and make a list. For example, they could come at us digitally in an attempt to hack our data.”
Barran looked thoughtful, and Vannier looked concerned. Picard paced.
“There is something I thought could happen,” Mace said. “They could go after us legally by having this premises removed from the approved list. We would then have to do all our work at the academy and lose much of the value we spent on this place.”
Daedo nodded. “Good. I need more. You guys are much more experienced with companies and their battles than I am.”
“They could try to set us up,” Barran said, getting excited. “Like … hmm … antagonise us until we lashed out, then take the assault to the academy authorities and even the police. They could even enhance their injuries to make them seem worse. Yeah, that’s been done before. So we have to be on our guard.”
“Geez,” Vannier said. “That’s sick. I’m glad you’re on our side.”
“Or plant something illegal on us or in our premises,” Barran said, “then organise an inspection.”
“You’re awfully good at this,” Picard accused.
“Experience, my little soldier, experience,” Barran responded in his superior manner.
“Gaumont,” Mace said. “They could get to Gaumont and use him against us.”
“Crap,” Barran said.
Daedo looked at Vannier. Her head was hanging down, and she wasn’t making eye contact. “Tell us, Vannier,” he said. “I think everyone needs to know what’s been happening with Gaumont.”
“He refuses to admit it is the right strategy to work together,” she said, shaking her fist angrily. On a scale of anger, it was tiny compared to Barran’s outbursts, but for Vannier it was significant. “Despite all the evidence. He thinks it’s a ploy of yours to stay rank one in Thoth.”
Picard laughed. “What’s he gonna think now?”
Now that Daedo was rank one in M1, despite Karine Fortescue being in their year, was what she was implying.
“At least he isn’t spying or acting,” Mace added, putting a positive spin on it. “If he was truly against us, he would act like he was on our side and then feed the enemy information.”
“Arghh!” Barran yelled. “So now if he changes his tune and starts to work with us, ’we'll just think he’s spying!”
“It’s getting late,” Daedo said. “We need to head back. But before we do … regarding Gaumont … he is still our squaddie. He just chooses not to come to the facility and work on a combined exo upgrade. Otherwise, he is on our arena team. In every other subject, we can help each other, but it is not compulsory. So unless he starts helping our opponents, or not following orders in the arena, he is a full squaddie. Understood?”
All of his squad members nodded dutifully.
They loaded the transporter with their exos. Minor upgrades had been done, but nothing from the weekend’s tests. Daedo would continue to test and have the robots build new full units during the week or the following week. As soon as he was satisfied, they were at version two. Now that the workshop was fully set up, he could manage it remotely, and it could run 24/7.
Barran threw a spider drone on the roof for good measure. He would manually control it as he rode his bike, trailing the transporter.
The cadets updated Daedo with the progress on their projects – the grappler, railgun, and the drones.
“What’s the extra exo for?” Picard asked.
“We’ll submit it for testing in the morning,” Daedo said. “They’ll update its armour value into the AR adjudicator after running tests.”
“They destroy it during tests?” Picard asked.
“Yes – how else would they know the armour value? They use live rounds to test plasma, kinetic, and energy weapons’ deterioration level. Then they smash it to bits to see how much it will take. If you want the full test for the inter-academy competition, you need to supply four units.”
“Wow,” Picard said.
“I wouldn’t have bothered until week nine, but tomorrow is the match against Horus,” Daedo said.
Vannier nodded, “I know you feel the bet was a mistake now. But if you think about it, if it wasn’t for that bet, we wouldn’t have come together and worked so hard. We have already won.”
Picard laughed hoarsely. “Except now we don’t need the extra training sessions; we could just use the testing area in our workshop if we want more practice time.”
“We should pretend we upgraded them again,” Mace suggested. “Keep them off-guard.”
Daedo nodded. “Good idea.”
“Look at Barran,” Picard said as Barran swooped past on his bike. The sleek machine was worth a small fortune and could virtually fly through the streets.
“He certainly loves his role as security,” Vannier said. “That was a masterstroke, squad leader.”
“Yeah, he actually works hard at it,” Mace said, sounding amazed.
“I’ve taken care of digital security,” Daedo said. “I’ll send you all the cypher I’m using and how to set it up.”
“Where did you get the cypher?” Mace asked.
Daedo considered his answer carefully. “I can’t really say. Leave it at, ‘It’s bespoke, and I didn’t write it.’”
“Oh, cloak and daggers. You are so mysterious.” Axel-Zero chimed in on the conversation.
Mace looked at him quizzically and asked, “Have you had your bandwidth test since orientation?”
Daedo was slightly startled by the question. Mace was smart. She was honing in on his AI being much more mature than it should be at this stage. How did she correspond him not writing the cypher to his AI? Did she think his AI wrote it? “No,” he said, “not yet.”
“You must be the only one,” Vannier added, “everyone else has.”
Daedo began to worry about Chief Cleo, the chief in charge of AI nurturing and cybernetics. She had flagged him and put him on the watch list, and since then, he hadn’t noticed her or her AI assistants at all. Except for the tutorials, they did not pay him any heed. She had given all of the cadets a report and tested their cybernetic bandwidth. All of the cadets, except him.
“How did they rank you number one without your cybernetic score?” Axel-Zero said. She wasn’t jealous, just curious. She knew from older cadets that the smallest variance could drop someone’s ranking, especially at the top. And if he received no grade, he was probably given the average – which would be disastrous for a top-ranked cadet.
“He solved a math problem,” Mace said. “That would have been worth a massive amount of points. Bonus points that no one else received.”
“Oh, that probably offset AI,” Axel-Zero said.
“Are you going to solve another math problem?” Vannier asked. She was interested, although it was information he shouldn’t really share.
“I did mention they’re super hard now,” he said. His squaddies just looked at him like that didn’t matter. “I’ll try to solve one by the end of the term.”
“Which one?” Mace asked. Now she was interested.
“The zero-point equation,” he said.
Mace whistled.
“Wait,” Vannier said suddenly. “You’re doing it for Cisse, aren’t you? You want her to create a working ZPE reactor?”
“While working for Daedalus!” Axel-Zero exclaimed. She’d heard him offer Cisse and his father jobs at the hospital.
There was stunned silence.
Not DaVinci, nor Svarski, nor Huawei, let alone Fortescue, had a commercial ZPE reactor. Even a large reactor was priceless if a compact was unobtainable. A large reactor could power a spaceship. It would change interstellar travel.
He shrugged. “The jumpjets don’t run long enough.”
Mace was incredulous. Daedo wanted to surpass the greatest R & D companies on the planet because his jumpjets didn’t run long enough.
“I’m not really following,” Picard said, “but what I can understand is that we need to take security even more seriously?”
Axel-Zero just nodded mutely.
“You should take up that offer for the token shareholding,” Mace said to Picard in a serious tone.
Vannier was sitting next to Picard and patted her on the leg. When Picard looked at her, she nodded slowly, and the look on Vannier’s face spoke volumes. She was partly in shock and partly in awe.
“Don’t get ahead of yourselves,” Daedo advised them. “We haven’t done it yet.”
Thoth Squad Zero arrived back at their quarters. They passed several Thoth cadets through the passageway while carting their exos on loaders. Every M1 cadet who saw them stopped and gawked.
As they approached a group from Squad Sixteen, the group put their backs against the wall to allow them to pass. The corridor was wide enough, and it was unnecessary. Daedo thought it a little odd. After they passed by, a girl called out, “Go Zero!”
Then her squadmates added, “Yeah, go Zero. We’re behind you.”
Daedo looked at Vannier. She shrugged and said, “I guess we have fans now.”
As the evening’s announcements rolled in, the Gauntlet and obstacle course were reset. Round two would begin at 0001. Daedo received an additional message from Chief Cleo. She requested his presence at 0001 as well.
It was a strange time to meet a chief.