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ISBN13: 9798258663818
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Apr 24 2026
Pages: 192
Weight: 0.58
Height: 0.41 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Apr 24 2026
Pages: 192
Weight: 0.58
Height: 0.41 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
AI Lisa's Quest: Universe Unveiled
by Joe Glynn Garner
Narration by Arriane A. Garner
A starship crew explores deep space with an AI navigator Chapter 1
The Briefing Beyond Known Space
The ready room lights dimmed to a shipwide amber as the quantum slipstream plasma core settled into its pre-ignition rhythm, a low vibration traveling up the soles of Captain Colt Hunter's boots like a distant drum. The air tasted faintly of ozone and hot metal, scrubbed and recirculated by systems that never stopped working. Beyond the reinforced viewport, the USS Viper's interior glow reflected off polished alloy panels in thin, nervous streaks-too calm for a ship that was about to leave everything familiar behind.
Captain Hunter stood with his hands clasped behind his back, listening to the engine's hum through the bones of the ship. On the central holotable, faint star-map projections flickered, their coordinates refusing to settle into something stable. Commander Lt. Synthetic AI Lisa was already there-her holographic visage hovering above the table, eyes like twin points of cold light that tracked every micro-variation in the room's acoustics and heat. The mission wasn't just a line of text in a briefing file. It was a pressure, building in the space between moments, pushing the crew toward a decision they couldn't afford to postpone.
He turned as the last of the bridge officers entered. The soft thud of boots on the deckplate sounded wrong in the amber hush, like the room was absorbing noise to keep it from spreading. Commander Lt. Synthetic AI Lisa tightened her presence across the consoles. Lt. Amy Ann's tablet chimed once, then went quiet, as if even the data wanted to be careful. Mr. Scott O'tool carried the faint grease-sheen of Engineering on his gloves, and Dr. Able Bound moved with a physician's economy-calm, precise, ready for whatever the universe decided to throw at them first.
Captain Hunter didn't waste breath. Bridge officers. Close the loop. We're making the call now.
AI Lisa's voice came from everywhere at once, threaded through the ready room's speakers and the ship's internal network. Captain Colt Hunter. The outer-bound path remains stable for a limited interval. Beyond that, the plasma core's tolerances will drift.
Stable for an interval, Captain Hunter repeated, tasting the words. Not stable forever.
Mr. Scott O'tool rubbed his thumb across a knuckle, leaving a faint smudge in the amber light. Forever's not on any of my schematics. I can keep the core from unraveling, but the margin narrows every time the slipstream conditions change. If we hesitate, the ship punishes us.
Lt. Amy Ann stepped closer to the holotable, her eyes already narrowed at the shifting projections. The anomaly reports don't match the last set of parameters. Whatever's out there, it's not behaving like a simple hazard field. She tapped her tablet; a waveform rose into the air, jagged and unfamiliar, then rearranged itself into a pattern that almost looked intentional. It's like something is tuning the space around it.
Dr. Able Bound's gaze moved from the waveform to AI Lisa's hovering interface, then to Captain Hunter. Tuning implies motive. Are we sure it isn't just a statistical mirage?
AI Lisa's holographic face angled, and the faintest ripple passed through her display as she reorganized internal models. Statistical mirage is possible. However, the anomaly's structure shows phase coherence inconsistent with random variance.
Captain Hunter felt the air tighten. On the bridge, he could command systems with gestures and orders. In this room, he had to command people-tone, intent, the thin line between confidence and denial. He'd learned that the ship could handle impossible physics, but it couldn't handle a crew pretending they weren't afraid.
He moved to the holotable and brought up the mission parameters. The star-map flare...
He turned as the last of the bridge officers entered. The soft thud of boots on the deckplate sounded wrong in the amber hush, like the room was absorbing noise to keep it from spreading. Commander Lt. Synthetic AI Lisa tightened her presence across the consoles. Lt. Amy Ann's tablet chimed once, then went quiet, as if even the data wanted to be careful. Mr. Scott O'tool carried the faint grease-sheen of Engineering on his gloves, and Dr. Able Bound moved with a physician's economy-calm, precise, ready for whatever the universe decided to throw at them first.
Captain Hunter didn't waste breath. Bridge officers. Close the loop. We're making the call now.
AI Lisa's voice came from everywhere at once, threaded through the ready room's speakers and the ship's internal network. Captain Colt Hunter. The outer-bound path remains stable for a limited interval. Beyond that, the plasma core's tolerances will drift.
Stable for an interval, Captain Hunter repeated, tasting the words. Not stable forever.
Mr. Scott O'tool rubbed his thumb across a knuckle, leaving a faint smudge in the amber light. Forever's not on any of my schematics. I can keep the core from unraveling, but the margin narrows every time the slipstream conditions change. If we hesitate, the ship punishes us.
Lt. Amy Ann stepped closer to the holotable, her eyes already narrowed at the shifting projections. The anomaly reports don't match the last set of parameters. Whatever's out there, it's not behaving like a simple hazard field. She tapped her tablet; a waveform rose into the air, jagged and unfamiliar, then rearranged itself into a pattern that almost looked intentional. It's like something is tuning the space around it.
Dr. Able Bound's gaze moved from the waveform to AI Lisa's hovering interface, then to Captain Hunter. Tuning implies motive. Are we sure it isn't just a statistical mirage?
AI Lisa's holographic face angled, and the faintest ripple passed through her display as she reorganized internal models. Statistical mirage is possible. However, the anomaly's structure shows phase coherence inconsistent with random variance.
Captain Hunter felt the air tighten. On the bridge, he could command systems with gestures and orders. In this room, he had to command people-tone, intent, the thin line between confidence and denial. He'd learned that the ship could handle impossible physics, but it couldn't handle a crew pretending they weren't afraid.
He moved to the holotable and brought up the mission parameters. The star-map flare...
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