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The Lost Shipment

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*Hi all, JP here, been awhile since I posted a new story at Dimensions, hope you enjoy it.


The Lost Shipment


The massive space carrier plowed through the stellar vastness at incredible speeds, though it was difficult to see that when compared to the distances it was traveling. It was a delivery vessel of food from the agricorp and restaurant companies on Earth to one of the distant outlying colonies. Mostly unmanned, it had a crew of two just in case, but otherwise it was under the control of robots as they were not subject to boredom or cabin fever. The ship was virtually all cargo bay with an engine attached to it, tons of prepackaged food was on its way, each package merely had to be opened for the food to be hot (or cold) and ready to eat. The two crew, Jenny MacReady and her Lieutenant Jim Swanson were basically not much more than janitors. They had rudimentary knowledge of the ship and how to use its amenities, but its course was done by computer, as were almost all of the ship’s functions. Meanwhile, the two had little to do but monitor their progress, watch holovids and play video games, and for Jim to strike out on his several advances towards his attractive captain.

“C’mon Jen! We’ve been out here for three months now! You gotta be feeling it as bad as I am!” whined Jim as he sat across from her in the cramped dining space. Jenny was rather attractive; thin, auburn hair, youthful good looks, and a toned body. Jim was not though; greasy hair, acne, flabby, no muscle tone. Unlike Jenny, Jim didn’t do the mandatory exercises to stay fit while on the ship which had long periods of low gravity in order to conserve power.

“Jim, what you’re doing constitutes sexual harassment, if you continue it counts as mutiny. And you know what happens to mutineers.” Jenny said, but only slightly joking. This routine was getting tired; he should have brought devices as she had to relieve the tension he kept complaining about. She picked up her tray of food and deposited its remains into the recycler and headed for her rounds for this work cycle. Jim’s eyes followed her lustfully as she left.

“You’re going to get an idea of real mutiny…” he muttered as he pulled out a highly illegal subspace communicator with an even more highly illegal transmission cloaker. It chirped briefly three times before it was picked up. An electronically altered voice came over the mini speaker.

“Is this a secure line of com?” it said.

“Yes. We’ve just entered Quadrant 13P, and should reach the pre-arranged rendezvous in 18 hours. Upon confirmation of the deposit to my account, I will send you the override codes of the ship and the robot crew.” He whispered into the line, knowing that his voice was similarly altered.

“In 17 hours 55 minutes check your secured account; we will expect the codes then. You also have the files we’re requesting?”

Jim sighed in exasperation. “Like I explained, the codes are in the computer on board. Once you have the override codes you should be able to crack it without much difficulty. I’m not a programmer. But once you crack it you’ll get the corp’s bank codes and can make off with a few hundred mill easy. We clear?”

“Clear. And what about your captain? Have you convinced her yet?”

“Not yet.” The other voice paused for several seconds.

“Is this going to be a problem?” it finally asked.

“No. The robots’ core programming contains attack and subdual codes, in case of boarding or mutiny. The ship will be on my watch then, when you get the codes and override the ship I’ll download a program I have ready and send a few robots to her quarters; she should be sleeping and will be easy to catch. From there I have ideas.”

“Keep them to yourself then, the less we know of each other the better. What about the cargo?”

“Worthless, I can’t sell it, the stuff is as good as marked. But I have an idea with it also. I’ll keep it to myself.” He added before the voice came back again.

“Remember once we have the ship…”

“You’ll be downloading the files from it and be on your way leaving the ship to slowly return to Earth. I’ll use the lifeboat and head to my own rendezvous point with other parties, and we’ll never contact each other again.”

“Right, these communicators will degrade into worthlessness in 18 hours 15 minutes. Do not jeopardize yourself by trying to contact us again, and we’ll do the same.”

“Understood. I’m out, I’ll hear from you in about 18.” Jim said and shut the communicator down and slipped it back into his pocket. He stared down the hall where Jenny had gone. “I’ve definitely got some ideas about her…”

Jenny’s maintenance shift was finished 12 hours later and she was about to retire to her cramped quarters when she saw Jim working on the ship’s master computer.

“Jim. You know you’re not cleared for operating that. I suggest you start your maintenance shift. The company records any use of that you know.” She said sternly after she came up to what he was doing. He covered the screen quickly, and Jenny assumed he was probably looking at porn again on it. Definitely not an approved use of company resources.

“Alright. Jeez! I’ll get on it.” He stood up after turning off the screen. He turned to look at her again, and the lustful expression made Jenny take a step back involuntarily. “Given any more thought to my proposal this morning? Last chance.” He asked.

Jenny didn’t know what he meant by ‘last chance’ but she didn’t like it. She fixed him with her stern gaze. “Jim, you were warned. This is now going in my report. Start your shift please.” She said and turned and left. She locked her cabin door, just in case. After finishing her report she decided to get some sleep. She slept well, not stirring until she heard the lock on her door pop. She woke up with a start to see one of the maintenance bots entering, its conical body’s lights flickering in a strange pattern she couldn’t recognize at first. It only occurred to her what it meant when it emitted a puff of mist into her face and she felt her body go limp. “Sssubduuuual mmmmmooooooodddduh…” she managed to say as she slumped into her bed. She was conscious but paralyzed. The robot attached an adhesive antigrav pod to the side of her neck and she felt herself begin to float gently. The robot grasped her head with one of its extended arms and carefully pulled her out of her cabin, heading to the cargo bay.

After the initial confusion and shock, Jenny began to take stock of the situation. There were no alarms, the robots she passed all had the same flashing lights on them, and there seemed to be no damage to the ship. The ship had obviously been taken over, and she had an idea who helped out. This was confirmed when she entered the cargo bay and saw Jim standing there with his personal belongings packed, amidst a crowd of robots that left him alone. He was doing a last minute check of his gear when he saw Jenny get dragged in by the robot.

“Jenny! Glad you could make it before I had to run. Listen, it was a slice but too bad it didn’t work out. You just take it easy though. The ship is going to head back to Earth, just on an old trade route nobody uses. Should take about a year from now to get back. Till then just relax, the robots will take care of you. Hope you like the food. Ciao babe.” He picked up one of his bags and two of the robots followed suit and went with him to the life pods. He threw his gear in one and launched the only remaining one with his remote. Once that was done he got in and launched himself, waving at Jenny, though she was in no position to see it. She groaned quietly, unable to make any intelligible noises yet. The robots went about their normal maintenance for the most part, but one exited the cargo bay, and another began dragging a pallet of prepackaged food towards Jenny.

About the time it reached her the other robot had returned with a bed from sickbay, and she was floated over to it and laid down. The beds from sickbay were adjustable, and for the robots’ purposes also had restraints, in case of turbulence. She was strapped down at her ankles and wrists, but the rest of the straps weren’t used for now. The antigrav pod was removed from her neck and the rest of the robots went about their duties except one which stayed by her side. The alarming lights it displayed started to dim and it released a puff of mist into her face again and she felt the limpness of her body fade.

“Over ride! Authorization, MacReady, Jennifer, employee 124696!” Jenny croaked as soon as she was able as she tested the plastic bonds. The alarm lights on the robot began to glow again at her command.

“Unauthorized user, request denied.” Came its simple response.

“Over ride! Authorization, MacReady, Jennifer, employee 124696!” she yelled this time at it. The lights came back on full strength, and the other robots in the cargo bay began to flash in sympathy and converge on the bed.

“Unauthorized user, request denied. If prisoner continues issuing unauthorized commands, prisoner will be subdued.” All of the robots said in unison. Jenny clamped her mouth shut after that. This gave her some information at any rate. She had been cleared from their registry files apparently, and was being treated as a stowaway or a threat to the ship. The ship had no brig, and so they would just lock her in the cargo bay, which had limited access to the rest of the ship. Without authorization, the computer terminals wouldn’t work, the doors wouldn’t open, and the robots would ignore most of her commands and requests. They were programmed never to hurt humans, but that could be interpreted in different ways by their logic processors and problem solving capabilities. Plus if Jim left any specific commands for them…

“Make a selection for consumption.” The robot next to her demanded as its lights faded and the rest of the robots went back to work.
 

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