The Red Planet: The Adept: Book Two, page 1
Red Planet
The Adept: Book Two
Author: D. R. Rosier
Copyright 2022. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Afterword:
About the Author
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Book Description
Chapter One
The low background music in the ship’s lab was soothing as I went over the latest the data and wrestled with some problems in making Mars livable. It was two months since I’d outed myself, the core Earth project was a success and complete right around ten days ago. We’d fitted a second reactor on the ship with two thirds of the raw creation energy we’d harvested from the Earth’s core. The other third was halfway through the process of being injected into Mars.
It seemed prudent not to dump it all in there at once. At a ninth the mass of earth and a third of the gravity it’d take a lot less to heat up that core than it did Earth’s. Hopefully twenty-five percent was enough, but I suspected less maybe and we’d have a little left over. It was already working, as Mars’ patchy electro-magnetic field had already smoothed out, it was just still too weak to resist solar winds. It’d take another ten days to finish that first phase of the project, so I had time to figure out and verify the next steps.
The last two months had seen a cessation of worldwide government paranoia and escalating tensions as I’d planned. Of course, the sacrifice for me was all of that previous tension between countries was now squarely aimed at me from mucking about in our planet without telling anyone. They were also all salivating over the idea of stealing that technology from me to put supers in their place.
Sure, the world wasn’t perfect, but on balance supers did make it better, and they saved far more lives than were lost in collateral in super-fights between superhero and supervillain.
On the good side, they hadn’t found my money, and had only shut down the one lab. Even the lab under my house is still there, and it has defended itself successfully from twenty-six breach attempts by eight different governments over the last sixty days. All without taking a single life.
The projects I had with the government were still void, but they also hadn’t done anything to reverse them. Kaya for instance, had been left alone and not taken back into custody. I’d checked up on her weekly and for the last time last week, when she’d been officially released back into the world.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Jonathan Starr, The Adept, and the first titan level mad scientist intellect on the planet. That enabled me to make leaps of understanding into the universe that Earth otherwise wouldn’t have discovered for thousands of years, most likely.
My powers also include conjuration advanced enough to temporarily create just about anything I could conceive, since I knew how it all worked. I still had those automated defense nanites in me though, those were permanent, which would detect a threat I didn’t see coming.
My life had never been richer, or more amazing, and I credit none of my scientific breakthroughs in theory or practical to that fact. Clearly, it was my ladies who would have to take the credit for that. They gave my amazing life all its color, and I loved them both at that time in my life.
Thea was the first and she’d seduced the hell out of me, and she hadn’t stopped since. Ever since I figured out how to make a creation energy power core for the ship and organized that energy into an A.I. construct, she’d leapt from a class three A.I. to a class four. Which gave her empathy, the ability to truly love, and had made her my emotional equal even if still a servant out of programming. Her love and her admiration had nothing to do with that core programming, which was good enough for me.
She was beautiful, with a thin face and high soft cheekbones, pouty lips, small nose, and gorgeously piercing and playful green eyes. Her hair was a wavy and rich light brown with just a tinge of blonde. She was five foot six, with a nubile eighteen-year-old warm flesh and blood body. Her medium tanned complexion was perfect. Her body was lush and curvaceous at her height, with heart-shaped double D breasts and a juicily bubbled ass, but she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her flat toned stomach or the sharp mouthwatering curve of her waist.
Her face and body were perfectly aligned to her personality, no doubt because she’d created her own body and looks. She liked to tease me as much as she was sweetly servile, though never cruelly, and she also liked to fuck me almost all the time. Beautiful mischievous face, and a body built for sin, the shallow reflex of her deep and complicated personality.
The only thing she couldn’t give me was family and children, nor could she really berate me when I was out of line. So, she’d suggested polyamory, starting a triad. That’s when my second amazing love entered my life.
Faith was a titan in Ottawa, the Seraph Sorceress. She had the severe beauty of a catwalk model, high sharp cheekbones, heavily bowed lips with the bottom one full, and a button nose. Her chin was slightly pointed, giving her a severely beautiful heart-shaped face. Although that severeness was often countered by her bright warm smile, her lovely ocean blue eyes, and when she had her light blonde hair down. Her hair only had the slightest tinge of gold on it, and it was straight and fine, flowing down her body like liquid sunlight.
She was nineteen, and still displayed the barest shadow of the blush of youth on her face. Her complexion was light tanned on the edge of fair, and flawless as anyone that age. Especially supers, who as a rule cleared up any skin problems during their quickening. Her body was five foot five in height, and lithely sexy save her generous heart-shaped C cups which were deliciously large on her limber frame. She was all soft and gentle feminine flexible curves otherwise, and she had the sexiest little heart shaped ass I’d ever seen. Tight and perfectly petite.
She did have a quirk, her power had changed her personality to be what she wanted it to be. She was unfailingly warm and vivacious, just her presence could shift the mood of a room to a better place. The only downside to that was she’d had trouble finding a man that wouldn’t take advantage of her personality, which for a man she committed to included a submissive and loving support, even unto the point of giving him whatever he needed or asked for.
She loved it, that’s what and who she wanted to be, and she hadn’t changed her mind about it. She was also one of the most joyous women I’d ever met, so who was anyone to judge. It was just something that needed to managed, and actually one of the more mild and positive personality changes I’d seen from a quickening. They were far from common, but they happened often enough.
Regardless, I was perfect for her that way, not only didn’t I abuse her, but as a mad scientist who could see below those upper conscious layers, I could read the rest of her too. The part of her that may become dissatisfied below the surface. That kind of intense insight into others was what made us mad scientists socially awkward, we never quite knew what part of what we were seeing should be reacted to. Although, obviously the better I knew a person and longer I’d spent with them, the more insight I’d get into that conundrum.
So far over the last two months, I’ve never sensed her unhappy about the way I was treating her, so I took that for a win.
Of course, we were going for the distance, but if negativity did creep into our relationship, then I’d sworn to break up with her and send her away, since she couldn’t break up with me. With every day that seemed more and more unlikely, I was pretty damned sure she was the one, and lifelong commitments and perhaps children would be in my future soon.
The last two months we’d been sleeping and eating both on the ship and at Faith’s house both. Freely moving back and forth. I’d given Faith an implant which allowed her to teleport onto the ship and through the security blockers. I’d also been spotted visiting our friends and allies in Lonestar, Chicago, and Silver City, so I was hardly hiding the last eight weeks. The government so far had avoided a second confrontation, it seemed clear they were focused on breaking into my lab while I wasn’t around.
Faith also gave the same loving warmth constantly to Thea in our triad polyamory relationship. That was okay too, as an A.I. Thea would never look for the upper hand or try to abuse even that level of trust in a family member and lover. Thea on the other hand treated Faith as an equal in all ways, not just emotionally but intellectually, since she was only programmed to serve me. That was good too, in my opinion, and we all supported each other. So far, so good, but after two months we were still on the outer edges of that honeymoon stage. So, we’d see what happened when that was over.
Not that the wild and often sex would stop, thanks mostly to Thea’s pheromones, she was downright irresistible to both of us that way. Could easily seduce us both, and would no doubt kee
It wasn’t a focused effect either, so it would keep things hot between me and Faith as well, for years, I’d never get enough of them both. It was just worth noting, and definitely not something to complain about.
Thea walked into the lab and I turned my main focus on her, even as a part of my mind chewed on the one problem that I hadn’t overcome yet in making Mars a livable world to support humans.
“What’s up?”
She smiled, “Hi, master,” and she kissed me lovingly but chastely on the lips.
I grabbed her as she tried to step away, and she let out a little giggle as I pulled her into my lap.
She said, “Two things. The storage chambers on Calisto are built and I’ve programmed the coordinates into the scrubbers.”
“Awesome, so they’re ready to go?”
The atmospheric and oceanic scrubbers were pretty cool devices. The last two months I’d finished those two projects, an effort to return Earth to a rather pristine state free of all pollution. I could do that much without talking to anyone on Earth or asking for permission, though the governments of the world probably wouldn’t agree with that assessment I didn’t care. No one owned the air, or the oceans. I had similar plans for dumps, and toxic and radiative dumps, but those I’d have to wait for some kind of approval. Once I’d proved what I could do I might be able to convince them. Hopefully I could get the countries on board, but at the moment those landfills and toxic waste containment were doing the job, it was the less deadly pollutants actively in the air and water that were low level poisoning people.
They were basically small flying devices with scanners and modified teleporters. There’d be no need for large treatment plants for that reason, and they wouldn’t actually be filtering anything. The molecular structures of known pollutants would be targeted, and simply transported out of the air two hundred and fifty cubed miles of atmosphere at a time. A little over seven miles in length and width, and five miles in height. A one second teleport would make that area completely pollutant free, and it would only target the pollutant, the natural atmosphere and ocean makeup would be left alone.
More than that, was the recycling aspect of the technology, and the reason I hadn’t yet launched the thousands of devices I’d made. Those pollutants were just chains and combinations of inert base atomic elements in harmful complex chemical structures. The modified teleport technology would break it down to its base elements to neutralize it, and then deliver them to the Calisto moon in separate containment storage chambers, where I could use those elements in future build projects. Bound inert elements like oxygen or nitrogen in those chemical chains would be left in the atmosphere of course, just freed from the poisoning elements they were bonded to.
It was all rather cool what could be done now with the technology I’d developed. The second related project. Nanites to purify a body of chemical contaminants was also ready, but that one I was having trouble getting accepted due to all the laws and strict regulations.
She nodded, “It is.”
I smiled, “Deploy them then. What was the second thing?”
I couldn’t wait to see the reaction as our world was scrubbed clean of technologies leavings and pollutants over the next month.
She took my hand and slipped out of my lap, and then pulled me up to my feet.
“Come with me, you’ll have to see it to believe it.”
Intrigued, I followed her out the lab and into the hallway, and she took me through the ship to the one of the empty cargo holds. Or at least, it should have been empty.
The door slid open, and I had to squint and turn my head at the twenty-foot diameter sun that was there. The big ball of roiling plasma was obviously in some containment fields, or I’d have been blinded or flash cooked standing just fifteen feet away right outside the door.
“What the hell?”
She raised an eyebrow, “Thinking about suns too hard? Fortunately, I detected its formation and put up containment shielding before it could destroy the ship.”
I pondered that, “I was actually, extremely focused on the idea of making a small sun. The last big impediment to making Mars a livable world that I haven’t solved, is that it’s outside the goldilocks zone for about half its orbit around the sun. Even with an EM shield and a full atmosphere it won’t get enough heat from the sun to warm the planet to Earth temperatures. Even when barely inside the edge for the rest of the year, it’ll be a frozen wasteland, like living on Antarctica. When out of it, it’s entirely possible the atmosphere itself will liquify.
“One idea I considered was several satellites, which would position themselves between the sun and Mars. Power them with the meta-energy field emanating from the core, and then have them create small suns so we could regulate the temperature. Similar to how Supernova or Nightstar uses their meta-energy super ability to create and control plasma. It would also make the sky brighter, more Earth level brightness during the day.”
She nodded, “Okay, that sounds fascinating, and it might even work,” she waved at the sun, “I think this is why the aliens had A.I. construct creation energy power cores in their ships. Because the second core and your concerted thoughts are obviously responsible for this. We can’t have a second core with creation energy that hasn’t been given a purpose, otherwise it will find one from your random thoughts, or even mine I would guess, if I was focused enough and willed it to be.”
That seemed likely, creation energy was even more malleable with human thought than meta-energy was, though most humans couldn’t do so consciously.
I grunted, “You’re not wrong.”
She shook her head, “I know you didn’t want me to try, because we weren’t sure what would happen, but I don’t think we have a choice. We need to inject some natural creation energy into my core, and then see if my matrix claims and organizes it into my construct, so it’s safe. If so, we’ll put it all in. The only other option is to build a second A.I., which I am resistant to. This is my ship, and I don’t have enough to do already to keep me busy.”
I really didn’t like that idea.
She sighed, “Even if I do blow up, which seems to be a slim possibility, it’s not like we don’t have backups. Just throw me on a new core and start from scratch.”
That would be easy enough, but it would also take a while. I’d have to build a new ship first, most likely. Unless she successfully ejected the core if she sensed things going wrong. But who was to say what would happen, it was why I’d avoided this option in the first place. There was still a lot about creation energy I didn’t understand, though I thought I had meta-energy licked.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me. But we need to take precautions for that worst-case scenario. Take the ship out of the solar system and into the void, then inject the smallest amount possible and see what happens.”
She smiled, “Thank you. Also, you need to get off the ship. We can’t restore you so easily, and without you I can’t come back if things go wrong.”
“What about the mini-sun?”
She giggled, “It’s fine, it’ll burn out it’s hydrogen in a few weeks and collapse. I’ll keep the door locked down until then.”
“What if it goes mini-nova,” I said deadpan with wide eyes.
She snorted at my weak joke and pushed my arm, “Get out of here, before you create something else... like a mini-nova explosion.”
“Alright, but establish a status stream, and you’re coming with me. Your physical body and meta-energy extended construct. No reason to risk it along with your core.”
She blushed at the look in my eyes, “Yes, master,” she said breathily.
I teleported us both to Faith’s kitchen. She wasn’t there, probably on patrol, or working on one of her volunteer things, cleaning out hospital cancer and trauma wards and such.
Faith wasn’t around me as much, so I usually only made love to her twice a day. That was okay, work life balance was important, and I wasn’t going to get in the way of her own ambitions and needs that way.
