Gravlaw again slips through the vast nothing of space,
riding down the thin plume of exhaust towards its destination. Slowing always, stoically
carrying its metric tons of cargo towards the planet that awaits it far below.
The crew remains alert, professional, and gradually the memory of the incident is
rubbed slowly away by the passage of time, as the everyday impinges on the past,
dulling it until one day flows into the next.
Systems Officer Alan Mitchell sighed, then ran the diagnostics check again. Clamped
to his worktable was the ship's thrust coordinator unit. The suitcase sized gray
box sat silently, jury rigged into the systems station. Answering the queries sent
to it by the diagnostics program. This was the unit that had been operating during
the disastrous turnaround maneuver. On the orders of the 1st Officer,
it had been changed out and replaced with a spare. Now it was being tested to determine
what had gone wrong.
diagnostics system breeped. The testing program had finished. Wearily, Alan checked
the readout. For the twentieth time, everything came up clean. Perfect working order.
He grimaced at the box. He almost wished a problem would show. At least then he'd
know what to fix. As far as he or the computer could tell, the Coordinator was as
fit as a fiddle, yet it had failed. And there had to be a reason. Technically,
it was suitable to be put back into service, but Alan wouldn't trust it until he
was sure it would perform as advertised. He crossed the tight workshop, and picked
up his toolbox, pulling to break the magnetic seal it had on the table. The only
thing to do new was to tear the thing down and take a look inside.
down, fished around the toolbox until he found the torqueless screw driver. He began
taking the tiny screws out one by one, being careful not to lose the tiny metal nubs.
he set the thick metal cover of the unit on the table, the overhead lights flickered.
He looked up, briefly. The bar bulb above him dimmed slightly, then returned to full
then sighed. Another thing to look into. He took a few cursory glances into the Coordinator.
Peering into the tangled mess of the circuit boards and power feeds discouraged him.
He was only cleared to work on software problems. If he went screwing around inside
the unit, trying to fix it, and ended up severely unfixing it, he'd catch a load
of trouble. He'd have to convince Velmer or Cid to work on it.
he could get Cid. Katherine would only complain at having to someone else's work,
especially when there wasn't any apparent problem. Alan rolled his eyes. He'd have
to set the thing on fire and throw it into engineering if he wanted her help with
if Cid was on duty right now. He checked the in built time display on the wall. The
panel was lighted, but instead of the time, there was only <--:-->.
vented an exasperated growl another problem. What was going on? Had the ship's
warranty just expired or something? Ah well, it was probabally an easy fix. Let's
see, what should he do? He paused. The clocks were practically as simple as you could
possibly get, just a straight feed from the internal clock in the central comput-
stopped. Oh my god. He dashed out the door of the workroom, down the hall,
and into his nearby berthing. He looked at the wall clock.
It was blank also. Alan stopped breathing. He stood still a moment, trying to get
a grasp on the situation. It was possible that the main comp had just fried or died.
The other shipboard systems would operate on their own for a time, but without the
huge number crunching and regulatory ability of the Main, they'd be gummed up and
buried under calcuations, crashing within minutes, creating a cascade which could
cripple the ship.
was he doing in his bething? Alan dashed back into the hall, painfully bashing his
knee into a pneumatic door that didnít open fast enough. He burst back into
the Systems station and shoved the naked Coordinator unit out of the way. He booted
the Main Diganostic program. His hand shook as he designated the main computer as
the analytic target.
thing, he slammed his palm down on the emergency "Panic button." A piercing
siren sounded, followed by the illumination of dim red lights. Gravlaw assumed
general quarters. A few seconds later, a voice came over the intercomm. "This
is 1st officer Swanson! What the devil's going on?"
The main Comp is down! Tell all aboard to shut down all unnescecary systems that
they can get to! I'm trying to get a handle on the problem."
do, systems. Do you require anything? "
bridge. But please stand by."
like countless other ships, had a total running complement of over three hundred
independant computers. The cost of individual processors for each of there would
be astronomical, so instead the ships contain a single, huge processor, in which
all the calulations for the entire ship are performed. The Main was now out of action,
leaving the individual computer to fend for themselves using cheap, internal miniprocessors.
These would soon be overwehelmed, and the processing lag would be measured in minutes.
Finally, they'd simply overload and crash.
results of the diagnostic inquiry came in. The first thing Alan noted, was that the
Main was still functioning. Barely. It was down to 11% of peak efficiency. Alan wondered
why, but decided he'd better find out later. The important thing was, that it still
worked. There was still some hope yet...
To be continued...(When I have more time)
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