Trade World Saga 1: Manual Interpretation by Ken Pence Page B
Authors: Ken Pence
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, adventure, Action & Adventure, Fiction - Science Fiction, Space Opera, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, Science Fiction - Adventure
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of the new fusion generators were demonstrated again, and again. Utility stocks plummeted and everyone scrambled to shift their energy sources to take cold fusion generators into account. Electric car manufacturers found that they could dump their heavy battery packs in favor of the new fusion generators. Factories churned out the generators and production couldn't come close to demand.
The ship and any expeditions it might make were portrayed as mankind's hope and determination for the future. The government was using the ship, whether it worked or not, as a rallying point to catch the imagination of a world that had turned inward after the decimation from the Viral B years before. The government wished to gain support while increasing the standard of living even in remote areas of the Earth. There were no idealistic motives; the government was served and the population benefited. The ship and all scientific advances related to it were simply timely and dramatic at this point in history. Some other focal point would have been used if the generator and the field mechanism had never been produced.
Only understanding the people at the time could explain how rapidly the generators and the ship could have been so widely accepted. People soon thought of the Wildcat as Their Ship and pressed for its completion. The turmoil caused by the sudden cheap power source was portrayed as being the result from oil and transportation moguls and they were fairly accurate. Those corporations that had based their investments and power base on control of energy sources were devastated and floundering for balance. They had tried to stabilize their control by diversifying in all alternate energy production and research. They never guessed an alternative to all the known energy production methods would become available. The introduction of the new technology was so rapid that countries, corporations and individuals who were heavily invested in fossil fuels and large energy grids were still reeling.
The project, as one might think, was not plagued by as many gawkers and sightseers; due to its location at the desert university, but the motels and trailer parks began to fill up west of town. This aided security but hindered construction, since many of the building materials were delayed in transit from the heavy traffic.
Andrew paced back and forth, as he fumed because of a recent notification of two weeks delay in several needed components. Noting the reason for Andrew's state from Susan, Brad entered the lab and plopped down on a stool to watch Andrew continue his pacing.
"Hello," Brad said, "I can remember a time when you used to be cordial and say 'hello' back."
Andrew stopped and tossed his head back he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a piteous sigh.
"Hi Brad," Andrew said turning to Brad. "Don't try to cheer me up;
I'm past hope. Every time I bury myself in research, I feel I lose control of the project. When I come up for air, someone else is trying to run the show. I'm going nuts. My blood pressure has gone to 160 over 90 with every indication of going higher. Now that I've come to a resting point, I can't get all the materials for my other sections."
"Easy does it," Brad said, "All work and no play made Jack a pain to be around and all that. Those people who were managing the construction for you -- while you were doing research -- were assigned by me."
"By you! Where do you get off assigning anybody? . . Even that woman I had to run off?" Andrew asked incredulously.
"Yes, by me. Those were professional project managers who are constantly briefed on current problems here and the government sent them to us to keep this project on schedule."
"But that woman and those two guys acted like they owned the whole show."
"Especially the woman," Brad said. "They are the best in the field. They were sent to complete this project. This project, especially this particular project, has to be kept on or ahead of schedule to satisfy
The ship and any expeditions it might make were portrayed as mankind's hope and determination for the future. The government was using the ship, whether it worked or not, as a rallying point to catch the imagination of a world that had turned inward after the decimation from the Viral B years before. The government wished to gain support while increasing the standard of living even in remote areas of the Earth. There were no idealistic motives; the government was served and the population benefited. The ship and all scientific advances related to it were simply timely and dramatic at this point in history. Some other focal point would have been used if the generator and the field mechanism had never been produced.
Only understanding the people at the time could explain how rapidly the generators and the ship could have been so widely accepted. People soon thought of the Wildcat as Their Ship and pressed for its completion. The turmoil caused by the sudden cheap power source was portrayed as being the result from oil and transportation moguls and they were fairly accurate. Those corporations that had based their investments and power base on control of energy sources were devastated and floundering for balance. They had tried to stabilize their control by diversifying in all alternate energy production and research. They never guessed an alternative to all the known energy production methods would become available. The introduction of the new technology was so rapid that countries, corporations and individuals who were heavily invested in fossil fuels and large energy grids were still reeling.
The project, as one might think, was not plagued by as many gawkers and sightseers; due to its location at the desert university, but the motels and trailer parks began to fill up west of town. This aided security but hindered construction, since many of the building materials were delayed in transit from the heavy traffic.
Andrew paced back and forth, as he fumed because of a recent notification of two weeks delay in several needed components. Noting the reason for Andrew's state from Susan, Brad entered the lab and plopped down on a stool to watch Andrew continue his pacing.
"Hello," Brad said, "I can remember a time when you used to be cordial and say 'hello' back."
Andrew stopped and tossed his head back he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a piteous sigh.
"Hi Brad," Andrew said turning to Brad. "Don't try to cheer me up;
I'm past hope. Every time I bury myself in research, I feel I lose control of the project. When I come up for air, someone else is trying to run the show. I'm going nuts. My blood pressure has gone to 160 over 90 with every indication of going higher. Now that I've come to a resting point, I can't get all the materials for my other sections."
"Easy does it," Brad said, "All work and no play made Jack a pain to be around and all that. Those people who were managing the construction for you -- while you were doing research -- were assigned by me."
"By you! Where do you get off assigning anybody? . . Even that woman I had to run off?" Andrew asked incredulously.
"Yes, by me. Those were professional project managers who are constantly briefed on current problems here and the government sent them to us to keep this project on schedule."
"But that woman and those two guys acted like they owned the whole show."
"Especially the woman," Brad said. "They are the best in the field. They were sent to complete this project. This project, especially this particular project, has to be kept on or ahead of schedule to satisfy
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