Sunday November 1, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part III: Credomar Command


NARRATOR: Meanwhile, at the Aleph Fabbery entryway...

PI: ... And that's it for the anti-personnel package, Corporal.

WICK: So a mob can't get in.  Cool.

PI: Yeah, but a mob isn't what Lieutenant Ebbirnoth is really worried about.  He thinks somebody might jury-rig armor from the hull-scraps in Southport.

These babies will take care of that.

WICK: Anti-tank weapons?

PI: No, tank armor is tough.  These are for the improvised stuff.

PI: They're breach mines.  You get a donut-shaped pulse of gravy in case there's a light unifield up, then a lance of plasma goes through the donut-hole, through light armor, and into the creamy filling hiding behind it.

PI: We don't want to restrict legitimate traffic, so it arms when the sensors profile a large, heavily armored vehicle crossing the tape.  It then triggers once that vehicle is in range.  I don't have failsafes in place yet, so that'll be a good project for you to cut your teeth on.

WICK: Sir, would Lota set it off?  Because Lota is crossing the tape and your mine looks like it just armed itself.

NARRATOR: Just arriving...


NARRATOR: Just departing...

Just arriving...

ENNESBY: Who's in charge here, Commander?

KEVYN: Maxim three: An ordnance technician at a dead run outranks everybody.