Lost on Lilic, a Sexy Sci-fi: IC (See OCC)

Greetings, to whomever this may concern. Located here is a logbook for the OWG Consitingecy, enroute and upon landing on the planet Lilic. Registered colonists shall be allowed to add to and edit their sections of the log as they see fit. Those who have not yet registered can do so at the following address

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=37169154#post37169154
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Terra Date- June 18th 2142 Common Era. 5:21 PM Greenwich Standard.

One Earth Government Stasis-Colony Vessel Contingency central processor online

///Initializing arrival subroutines.... Alphanumeric code accepted.

Cabin 1 Pressure and content, Stabilized and hospitable

Cabin 2 Pressure and content, Stabilized and hospitable

Storage Cabin Pressure and content, Stabilized and hospitable

Solar Power Systems, 85 % capacity

Greenhouse Self-monitoring Systems- 90% capacity

Water and waste reprocessing Systems- 71 % capacity

Bio-Signal subroutine initialized... Scanning systems of all colonists in preparation for reanimation. Scanning Container 1A... Subject alive, beginning reanimation process. Scanning Container 2A... ERROR, failure in Stasis Sustainment Systems in Container 2A, subject is deceased. Scanning Container 3A... Subject alive, beginning reanimation process. Scanning Container 4A. WARNING, NO CONTACT WITH ALL REMAINING CONTANIORS IN CABIN 1, ALL SUBJECTS BEHYOND THIS POINT ARE ASSUMED TO BE DESEASED. MOVING ON TO CABIN 2.



Cana stood upon a beach watching as the sun slowly began to fade into the water. The sky had gone all golden with orange and pinks. The scent of spring still lingered in his nose when a pin prick was felt on his leg. He reach down, at he thought he did, and slapped at it. "Damn bugs.." he thought. But then the pain began to multiple and spread over his form.

The dream began to fade as a warmth began to wash over him. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't place the reason he knew that. More pricks, more pain and he was groaning softly. He could hear a loud buzzing that began to throb through out his body. It was the hiss that finally drew his full attention though. It was so soft that in his pain -riddled mind it was louder than the buzzing that seemed to be all around him

The first thing he saw was grey, not a cloudy grey but a sterile, industrial grey. His lips slowly started to move, forming the word “ouch”. As the stinging started to subside, he almost felt sick, like he was going to vomit. He spent about three minutes in this state, his body occasionally twitching, before a mechanical voice flooded in from outside his little enclosure.

"GREETINGS ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT ASTRO-COLONIST, a mechanical, masculine voice echoed through his little opaque world. "WELCOME TO THE PLANET LILAC. THE CURRENT DATE IS JUNE 18TH, 2142 COMMON ERA, ALTHOUGH RELATIVE TO YOUR PHYSICAL AGE IT SHOULD BE MAY 24th, 2042. ANY DISCOMFORT YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW IS PART OF THE REANIMATION PROCESS, AND SHOULD BE FADING SHORTLY. YOUR MEMORIES MAY ALSO BE FOGGY, BUT WILL RETURN AFTER THE REANIMATION DRUGS HAVE PASSED OUT THE SYSTEM. PLEASE WHAT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY FUNCITIONAL, THEN PROCEED TO THE DECK FOR FURTHER INSTURUCTIONS. YOUR CONTAINOR SHOULD BE OPENING SHORTLY.

Cana winced as the protective roof of his capsule slid away, revealing and ceiling not much different in color then his capsule. The difference was the lights; glaring and forcing him to squint as his eyes adjusted. Although his body still ached like the dickens, he was able to push himself up into a sitting position, wobbling softly as he tried to get a focus on something, his symbolically lilac and loose fitting uniform, imprinted with the golden globe of the One World Government, swayed with him.

Vincent Anastasio

Vincent was pacing up and down the building called The Library of Congress. He loved spending time in one of the worlds largest libraries. Vast amounts of knowledge were located here ranging from every topic, especially those oncerning the United States of America. He had never liked the One World Government. He still believed himself to be an American who was living in a country that was still its own self. Vincent pulled out a book that caought his interest. He opened it and.....

Suddenly, he awoke inside of a.. well he didn`t rightfully know. He heard a voice talking to him about being in stasis and reporting in for instructions. The stasis pod thing opened up and he fell out onto the floor, coughing to clear his lungs. He carefully got up and looked around. "Well now, where am I?" he muttered to himself.

Crystals eyes flutter open as she awoke. She tried to look around but her vision was still blurry and all she say were varying shades of gray. She reached out her hands and touched the cover of her capsule. She pushed on it but it didn't budge. Crystals claustrophobia quickly set in as she frantically searched for a way out.
She found no way out of her capsule so she started to pound on the cover as she called out for help.
"Can anyone hear me? I'm trapped in here and I Cant get out." She yelled as loud as she could. After a moment the cover of the capsule opened up and she sat up as fast as she could and looked around.
"GREETINGS ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT ASTRO-COLONIST, a mechanical, masculine voice echoed around her. "WELCOME TO THE PLANET LILAC. THE CURRENT DATE IS JUNE 18TH, 2142 COMMON ERA, ALTHOUGH RELATIVE TO YOUR PHYSICAL AGE IT SHOULD BE MAY 24th, 2042. ANY DISCOMFORT YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW IS PART OF THE REANIMATION PROCESS, AND SHOULD BE FADING SHORTLY. YOUR MEMORIES MAY ALSO BE FOGGY, BUT WILL RETURN AFTER THE REANIMATION DRUGS HAVE PASSED OUT THE SYSTEM. PLEASE WHAT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY FUNCITIONAL, THEN PROCEED TO THE DECK FOR FURTHER INSTURUCTIONS. YOUR CONTAINOR SHOULD BE OPENING SHORTLY.
Crystal looked around for the source of the voice but saw no one standing near her. She set her feet on the floor and tried to stand but her leg muscles were to weak to support her and she fell to her knees. She tried to pick herself up but none of her muscles were working quite right.
"Hello. Is anyone out there?" She called out hoping someone would hear her.

(For simplicity's sack, I'm going to organize the Cabins by gender. Sorry, Crystal, that means you need to come here, or we can come to you.)

Only a bit worse for wear, Cana slowly worked his way onto the ground, leg muscles setting ablaze as he placed his weight on them. There wasen't much to look at, honestly, just a long line of floresent lights, and other beds just like his own. Oh, and another passanger, kneeling on the ground and spewing a bit of flagelium from his throught before standing up. At least, he was somebody. Although Cana had acutally been the first one to board the craft; he'd been lucky to live so close to the launch site more then anything else, but as far as he could tell, nobody else had gotten out of their pods yet.

Still, he might as well be freindly. Arching his back to crack a few stiff veribre, he walked over to the other passanger, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Hey," Hey? Was that all he could come up with? Still, he cut himself a bit of slack, according the voice he HAD been asleep for a century.

Still, he picked something else up, a muffled noise. His eyes twitched as he tried to make out what it was, and where it was coming from. It was obviously human, maybe a capsule was malfunctioning and they where having trouble getting out. Then, he picked it up more clearly. A woman's voice, calling for help. "Excuse me a moment," he flattly apologized to his fellow as he made an akward, stumbling hop to the door. The phemonics hissed as he pressed the button, the grey polycarbon sliding away to reveal a hallway the same greyish-white color.

After a few moments Crystal was able to pick herself up and stand on her shaking legs. She leaned on her capsule for support and looked around the room. Her vision had cleared and she now saw the rows of other capsules like hers. She walked over to the capsule next to hers and looked inside but all she saw was an empty capsule full of dust.

"Where is everybody else?" She said to herself. She looked along the wall for a door and found one a few feet away. She walked over to it slowly as her legs adjusted to being used again. She reached out for the button and pushed it. The door opened for her and she leaned her head out in to the hallway and looked both ways. All she saw was the same monotonous gray coloured walls so she stepped out into the hallway and started to walk even though she had no idea where she was going.

"Hello?" She called out again praying for a response of some kind.

Vincent Anastasio

Vincent was happy to see another person. Has soon has he had greeted him, the man ran off towards the source of the noise. Vincent shook his head and headed over towards a computer. he sat down on a metal chair and powered up the computer.

The thing took awhile to start up, but soon, he began to emit a low hum and the scree became black with a small box display on it. He leaned closer and saww what it said, «Please enter name and password to continue»

He smiled then entered his name into the name space. He paused however when he reached password. What was his password?

As Cana walked the length of the bare hallway, he found the setting errilly familer. He'd been down this way before, granted with a great deal more people, long ago. Or, to be perfectly accurate, a century ago. The place took on a nearly morbid quality, devoid of life and purpose. It almost made him want to leave.

But not quite.

He took a right turn a few minutes later, where the hallway came to an abrupt end. The room he entered was still fairly empty, but it had a proment chacter; the massiver hardrive of some sort of computer. Unlike the rest of the ship, it wasen't a cold grey-white, but obsiden. This was where they where supposed to meet, the ship's deck. But nobody was here. Odd

They he heard it again, that voice a bit farther in. It came from the door at the other side of the room, identical to the one he had just passed through. Yawning slightly, he continued his monitonous walk , turning the corner only to see a woman; a decent looking one, mind you, but still just a woman.

"Excuse me miss," he nodded politly and smiled as he approched her, straghtening her body back into a standing position. "By chance, where you the one calling for help earlier? By the way, my name is Cana."

Crystal smiled when Cana walked around the corner.

"Oh thank god." She said as he walked up to her. "Yes I was the one calling. I thought I was alone here. My name is Crystal. Thank you so much for finding me. Do you have any idea whats going on? I havent seen anybody else since i woke up."

She glanced around the hallway again to see if anybody else had come out of their capsules but no one else was to be seen.

"Plesent to meet you," Cana took her hand and gave it a good, solid shake. "My name is Cana, Colonist number A-001. Although, I'm sure you're not really intrested in my number, are you?"

"Honestly, people must be starting to revive in our cabin. I personally spoke with one before I came here. The drugs must be working slower then expected. Oh, are you handling them fine?" he noticed she still wasen't fully stable.

As he finished speaking, though, the computer in the room behind him started to hum, lights flickering. "ERROR" the same voice from the capsule was booming throught the hallway. "UNABLE TO SCAN REMAINING UNTESTED PODS . CAUSE; LACK OF CONNECTION AND POWER. ALL REMAINING SUBJECTS ARE ASSUMED TO BE DECEASED. SURVIVAL RATE; UNDER 1%. OPENING EMERGENCY PROGRAMING.

All he could do was stare.

Vincent was till at the computer trying to figure out the password. After several minuets of unsuccessful attempts, he decided to hack into the system, which he was a professional at.

He typed in a few keys and began the hacking. He started up a shadow user, a decoy that would conceal his movments and distract any security systems, firewalls, or virus scanners, by using some binary codes.

After a few moments, he had gained access, and learned his password. He terminated the shadow user and cleared any traces of the termination that would link him to it. Returing to the main screen, Vincent typed in the password and smiled as he recieved confirmation and logged into his account.

Crystal shook his hand happily. "I'm a little shaky and my memory is fussy but I think I will be ok." She said. Then the computer said its announcement. Crystal walked slowly to the computer and looked at the display.

"This has to be some kind of mistake." She said as she read the stats of the tested pods. "No this isn't possible." She said. Then it hit her. It wasn't dust she had seen in the empty pod, it was the remains of a person that had completely decomposed after so long.

She turned back to Cana and looked at him. "Now what do you do?" She asked softly.

"I, I, I..." the shock temporarly overloaded his system. Then, his better self took over. "I'm not sure. This is all so," there where no words to describe it. Had he been hallusinating when he saw the other passanger? That did explain why it was only him coming out though, maybe...

"Honestly, you think they would have planned for this." As if on cue, the computer started to work itself up again. "SURVIVAL RATIO- UNDER 1%,THIS IS AN EMERGANCY SITUATION, VERBAL ID OF ALL SURVIVING COLONISTS IS NESSICERY."

The commands triggered something from deep within his mind; a force ingrained to follow directives. "Colonist A-001 is alive and accounted for"

Vincent looked around as the computer voice gave the announcement that most of the passengers had died. When it asked for verbal ID confirmation, he hesitated, then gave his name, "Vincent Anastasio here."

He turned back to the computer and watched as it started scrolling text across the screen. The thing went on for a long ways, enough to fill several pages if it were to be put on paper. He smiled to himself as he began to read, one of his favorite things.

Crystal shook her head as she contemplated the situation. How did this happen she asked herself. She looked around as the computer spoke again.

"Colonist B-063 Alive and accounted for." She said with out thinking. She looked at Cana as he said his number out loud. She moved back to the computer to see if she could find anything else out but to many of the systems were done for her to put anything coherent together.

"Any ideas on what we should do now?" She asked looking at Cana again as she leaned against the computer terminal.

"PASSANGERS A-001, B-063. and A-003 ACCOUNTED FOR. CAPSULE B-211 ALSO SHOWS SUBJECT REANIMATING. ACTIVATING EMERGENCY PROGRAM NUMBER IV" One of the screens on the terminal lit, showing a generic loading bar, which quickly began to fill itself in

The intial shock through his system, Cana's mind began to work at the problem rationally. So, out of 520 people, there where for of us alive. Ok, a problem, but not insurmountable. Fewer people means less food, less medicine, less everything; they could strech their supplies long enough to make up for the extra time they would need to spend building. Obviously, the computer had a program to deal with this, built by the best scientists and surivialists on earth. Surrly, it knew something.

The bar loaded, and a slightly more calming, but still masculine voice broke the silence of the chamber. "THIS IS C.O.S.M.O EMERGENCY PROGRAM NUMBER IV. STEP ONE, CHECK VITAL SIGNS OF CAPTAIN." The Captain had been a bit of a ruddy man, a tribal cheif from the Australian outback. Never the less, he knew how to lead and control. "CAPTAIN DECEASED, CHECKING VITALS OF FIRST MATE." Cana had never personally met the First Mate, but he knew what the answer was going to be. "FIRST MATE DECEASED, CHECKING VITALS OF CHEIF OF ENGINEERING."

The Cheif was deceasted also, and more where to follow. Cheif of supplies, Cheif of construction, Cheif of population. Hundreds and hundreds of names, a number of which he recognized, where spoken, only to come up as deceased. Finnaly, the computer came down to one of them.

"CHECKING VITALS OF INDEPENDENT DIRECTOR OF CROP SCIENCE. INDEPENDENT DIRECTOR OF CROP SCIENCE IS ALIVE. REASSIGNING AUTHORITY OF CAPTIAN TO INDEPENDENT DIRECTOR OF CROP SCIENCE, COLONIST A-001."

Well, that was unexpected. "Ya, guess I have to solve the problem now." I started laughing involentarly. "I'm the Captain now."

Crystal listened to the computer read through the names of the deceased command staff. She gave a little smile to Cana as it announced him as the new captain.

"Well captain, looks like we have a small problem on our hands." She said looking at him. "I recommend that we find this other survivor and then find food and water. Who knows how long we be stuck here."

Vincent summaried the information on the screen within a few minutes. He was head of computer technology and data research. He checked the computers, watched its` security systems, analyzed computer data, and insured that everything ran smoothly. However, nothing was going as according as planned.

Another interesting note was that the ship`s "supercomputer" or "AI" answered only to him, so as to insure equality among crew members and so that the captain, head of security, representative of the World Government, or anyone else, didn`t have too much power. And also so that other wouldn`t have access to files or other things that were restricted from them.

He puzzled over the idea of a supercomputer/AI. If there was one on board, he had to find it.

"Um, right," he stuttered. Just off the shock of finding out nearly everyone was dead, and now that he somehow had optained the positon of Captain, well, it was a bit much for one man to handle.

He'd gone over the colonist handbook, cover to cover, before preparing for this trip. Granted, he diden't remember what, say, the Deputy Assistent Fabric Manager's duties where, but he did know what the Captain did. He also knew that, barring a massive technolgical leap in the last century, they weren't going to be rescued anytime soon. Indeed, the ship wasen't designed to have any contact at earth at all, except their One World Government legalist and AmeriCanadian Cheif of Culture. Even if they did, it would be two centuries before anybody showed up.

"Alright, food and water stores are located in the center-rear of the ship, although I'm not sure the stasis on those broke down too. Head across the room, and take the first left turn, then you'll be in Cabin A, where I left the other passanger. Meet me in the storage facility afterwords, is that clear?" He did his best to project and aura of confidence, but it was harder then it appered

Crystal listened carefully as Cana spoke to her about the directions to Cabin A and to the storage facility.

"Aye Sir. I'll collect the other passenger and meet you there." She said while doing her best to salute Cana. She started walking out of the room but stopped when she reached the door and turned around.

"Don't worry you will do fine." She said to Cana with a smile before she turned and walked out into the hallway. She followed Cana's directions carefully so she didn't get lost in all the identical looking hallways on the ship. After a quick walk she found herself in Cabin A. She looked around and saw the other passenger sitting at the computer.

"Um Hello. I'm Crystal. Cana sent me to find you so we can go to the storage rooms so we can figure out what we have for supplies." She said to him as she walked over to where he sat.

Vincent turned around, when he heard the voice, and saw a woman before him. He studied her for a minute, like he did to every new person he met, so as to get an understanding of her.

Vincent had learned that those like himself, who were skill in detecting human emotions and body laguage, could learn a lot about a person usually at first appearence. This woman appeared to be nervous, but also very determined and social with others. She semed to also have had a recent fright, maybe she had a nightmare.

Speaking in a cool and emotionless voice, his normal way of speaking, he smiled at her, "Ave, good to meet you. My name is Vincent Anastasio, Computers Specialist." He quickly turned off the computer, sending it back to the login screen then looked bak at her, "Well I`m all set, ready when you are."

Crystal watched as he studied her. She wondered if he was having sinister thoughts about her but she pushed that thought outside. "We have to trust each other." She thought to herself.

"Well its a pleasure to meet you Vincent." She said when he finished speaking. "It should be just a quick walk to the storage facility" She smiled at Vincent and turned and started walking toward the rear of the ship. Hopefully Cana was there already and had some kind of plan for surviving this mess.

Wiggling his toes to release some of the adrenal energy, Cana nodded and chuckled a bit when he when she saluted him, and returned it in form. It was a bit fun to be called Sir, he could get used to it.

Still, he wasen't just going to stand here forever. After Crystal left the room, he turned around quickly and jogged his way down the hall, line and line of identical lights moving by. He glanced to the right as he passed the door the Cabin B, faintly hoping to see the other person the computer said had been alive in there. Sadly, he wasen't that lucky, and flung himself into the storage door.

"ACCESS CODE REQUESTED" the feminane computer voice spoke plainly.

He diden't have time for this! "Open under authority of Captain, Colonist A-001, Passcode Forget-Me-Not," his voice trembled slightly under the strain of his energy.

The door swung open, the lights flickering on one by one. Every time one turned on, he saw the same thing; a pile of grey dust, old shards of rusted metal frames, and the occasional bloch of red or yellow. The Stasis here had failed too, the food decayed after a century.

Well, not all of it. Cana bent over one of the red blochs, picking up a plastic tube. Whipping the thin dust layer off, he read the label. "Prot-Paste, gurenteed to never go bad. Manufactured in the American Region." He squeezed slightly, letting a bit set on his finger, and licked at it. Granted, it tasted like wet cardboard, but it was still good. Then he picked up a yellow bloch, the plastic container wrinkling in his grip, and saw a little yellow tube. "Twinkies," he laughed. "They never go away, ever."

After a few minutes walk Crystal and Vincent found Cana looking though the remainder of the food supplies. She glanced in some of the rooms as she walked by and saw that most of the food was gone.

"We are here Sir." She said when they walked up behind Cana. "Looks like we don't have much left, do we?" She looked around the room at what they had left before she looked back at Cana.

Vincent followed Crystal down the hallways and eventually found himself before the Food Storage Room. The door was already open and he saw Cana inside examining a bag of twinkies.

Instead of heading over to the food supplies, Vincent walked over to the stasis pods and examined them. "Interesting, 100 years of natural decay, accelerated by deep space travel through posible solar flares and gamma radiation along with lack of carbon in the ship`s atmosphere has lead to near disintigration of the mass inside."

The footsteps echoing behind him signeled Cana that somebody was coming. He did a quick sweep of the room, estimating in his head. They probebly had 40,no, 35 man-days of food in here, provided they ate heavly of twinkies. Concidering he coulden't stomech the things, even the creamy smell maked him a bit nautious, that made it more like 32 man-days.

"Oh, hello," he turned about with a container of protein paste in his hand, begining to sort their two staples into piles. "Yes, you would be correct on that. On my count, a bit less then ten days' worth." Not that he acutally counted, but it was a good guess.

Looking at her face, side by side, it was almost touching. She was handling the situation alot better then he was, at least from where he was standing. She should be captain, not him. Though, after the 18-Days war of 2035 between the One World Government and the Global Movement for Female Suprmecy, the OWG would hardly program the computer to accept that. Wounds died hard in One World polotics, especially when they sink the island formarly known as Iceland.

"Computer," he spoke, just to break the thought pattern before it got to his dead brother. "Please open any avalable enviormental scanning tools and give full diagnostics of surronding landscape."

He recognized the other boy from earlier, a bit scrawny. Of course, from the sound of his speech, he obviously diden't have a scrawny brain. "Yes, I would say that's fairly accurate. Although, the combination of absolute zero projections and anti-microbal drugs should have kept the bodies perfectly preserved. Something, or somebody, must have messed things up real good."