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Barely Human: Shadow Plays

Thanks TLR, I hope you'll continue to enjoy this story.

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007 – “Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow.”


It was freezing and it was hardly a surprise. It was winter in Nepal and at roughly fifteen thousand feet above sea level in the middle of the snow covered Himalayan valleys the temperature was way below freezing point.

It was a beautiful sight of massive powder white mountains as far as the eye could see, untouched by civilization ever since the world had begun. The nearest town lay over fifty miles away and there wasn’t the slightest indication that any sentient being had ever even been close to this place.

And yet a dark green sub-atmospheric shuttle held position right in between the valley as if ready for something unseen to begin at any moment.

Inside Gavin shuddered. He wore a thick thermo-jacket especially designed to preserve body heat and it was still not enough. “We’ve been here for almost two hours,” he said, referring to a small computer padd he had brought. “What is he waiting for?”

“Who knows what goes through the old man’s head,” said Tank who kept flexing his massive right arm which looked exactly like the old one had.

“I don’t think I could get used to the idea of exchanging body parts like defective machinery.”

“You should consider going cybernetic,” said Tank and snatched the padd out of Gavin’s hand. Within moments he had crushed the sturdy little device into a useless ball of poly-metal. “And I have to give it to our new girl, she does know her stuff,” he added and placed the crushed padd back into Gavin’s hand.

“Thanks, I was using that.”

Tank smirked. “So, are you ready to get upgraded yet?”

Gavin studied what was formerly a data padd. “I think I’ll stick to my flesh and blood for now. I’m quite fond of it actually.”

The cybernetically enhanced operative grunted with annoyance. “You almost sound like those New Gaia nut jobs,” he said.

“Don’t you compare me to those lunatics, they’re nothing but a bunch of criminals” the young agent said and stood. “And talking about criminals, we should be trying to track down Black and not go on expeditions halfway around the globe.” He crossed through the empty cabin of the craft which allowed enough space for a dozen men and poked his head into the cockpit.

Hailey ‘Hot Rod’ Rodgers sat in the pilot’s chair. The brown skinned Jamaican woman also wore a jacket and had covered her tight cornrows with a black hat. She was obviously suffering as well and kept rubbing her palms together in an attempt to stay warm.

Next to her sat Masamune, in a long elegant coat which didn’t appear to be the right fashion choice at all. His eyes were closed and his head lay back against the head rest. He was sleeping, Gavin couldn’t believe it.

“Hey Hot Rod, how much longer can we hold this position?”

She glanced at her instruments. “Another two hours at the least,” she replied with a sympathetic smile on her lips. “I’m afraid there is no aborting this due to low fuel.”

“Whatever this is,” Gavin replied and moved in closer to the pilot. “Is he sleeping?” he asked with a gentle nod towards Masamune.

Hot Rod simply shrugged.

“And I take it he didn’t tell you what we’re doing here either.”

She shook her head. “All he said is to hold position right here and wait,” she glanced at her instruments again. “That was exactly ninety-two minutes ago. As to what we are waiting for. Your guess is as good as mine.”

The rookie agent looked at the calm face of his boss. “Maybe he just needed to come here to think. But why the hell did he drag us along for this? Hey Hot Rod,” he said and shot her a conspiratorial glance. “I’m sure he wouldn’t notice if we changed course for someplace a bit warmer. What do you say we shoot over to Thailand’s famed beaches?”

The pilot grinned. “I would but I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”

“Enough fooling around.”

Gavin whipped his head to the side. Masamune was not in fact sleeping at all.

“Contrary to popular belief we did not come here for no reason,” the older man said, keeping his eyes closed.

Gavin walked back into the main cabin. “Maybe you would like to share then, boss.”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

And then, just as if on cue, something landed on top of the shuttle with a loud bang. The vehicle rocked slightly but Hot Rod kept her stable easily enough.

Gavin reached instinctively for his Enforcer and eyed the ceiling of the craft. Something was moving above their heads. Last time that had happened it had turned out to be a very bad day indeed.

“What the hell is that?” Tank asked who had also been rattled by the sudden noise.

“I don’t know,” came Hot Rod’s voice from the cockpit. “But we just took on a lot more weight.”

“Keep her steady,” Masamune said, stood and walked into the back cabin. “Would you be so good as to open the door?” he asked Gavin.

The agent hesitated but then did what he was told. A large side panel slid open, blowing cold wind and snow into the cabin. Gavin pulled his coat tighter.

All three of them looked at the open door expectantly. Gavin and Tank had their weapons drawn and at the ready, Masamune showed no signs of trepidation whatsoever.

And then she appeared, landing on the deck of the SAFVe with all the grace and skill of a ballet dancer. And even though most of her body was covered by a heavy white polar jacket, it was obvious from her body shape and her slender legs that she was a well proportioned woman of average height. A hood covered most of her face but two bright green eyes carefully surveyed the three men in front of her from behind clear goggles.

Gavin slightly raised his gun.

“A bit jumpy, aren’t we?” she asked.

The voice sounded familiar to Tank. “Well we didn’t exactly expect anyone to come leaping into our shuttle from the middle of nowhere.”

The woman glanced at Masamune. “You didn’t tell your people to expect guests? How very typical of you.”

She zipped open the upper part of her jacket and then pulled down the hood to reveal her face and let her black hair fall free.

Gavin couldn’t help but gasp with surprise. She was a real looker. Perfectly smooth white skin, high cheekbones and full red lips she looked impossibly out of place and the last person to expect wandering alone in the Himalayas on a cold winter day. And he still couldn’t understand where she had come from; they were after all hovering hundreds of feet above solid ground.

“I’ll be damned,” Tank exclaimed and put away his Enforcer. “LT? Is that really you?”

“Tank, it’s been a while,” she said with a small smile, breaking those full lips.

“LT!” Tank couldn’t contain his excitement as he quickly approached her and took the slender woman in a bear hug, easily lifting her off the ground.

Gavin scratched his head. He had never seen his partner so cheerful before.

“It’s good to see you too,” she said. “But you mind putting me down now? You could crush somebody with those arms or yours.”

He laughed, it sounded like rumbling stones actually, and set her back down. “Like you couldn’t take it,” he said, placed her back down and looked her over. “How have you been? What have you been up to?”

Masamune took a step forward. “I’m sure you have a lot of question for her, Tank, but it will have to wait,” he said and looked at the woman. “Is there somewhere we can talk?”

She looked at him and nodded. Then she put her hood back on. “Follow me,” she said just before she leaped out of the shuttle again.

“Hot Rod,” Masamune said.

“I’m on her,” the pilot replied and set the SAFVe in motion. “She’s got some moves.”

“Yeah,” Tank agreed as he watched her land on the nearby mountain range some three hundred meters away. She rolled in the snow and quickly got onto her feet again only to take off running up the slope. “That’s the LT for you,” he said and then looked angrily at Masamune. “Why didn’t you tell me we were going to meet her?”

But the old man didn’t reply. Instead he walked back into the cockpit to take his seat. “Make sure you don’t lose her,” he said to Hot Rod.

“Anybody wanna fill me in here?” Gavin asked.

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I think Grayson is going to be a most interesting--and dangerous--villain. Like most of the demagogues, would-be tyrants, and actual tyrants throughout history, he includes a certain reasonable and logical component to his ideology that makes it appealing to the average person. His view of a Federation that stagnates is a logical one from a certain perspective as is his contention that human advances and success came about through ambition and conflict. What ends up happening is that people hear this and say, "Well, he's got a point here..." and then when he goes off on the more off the wall material, people who might normally reject it remember his more reasonable positions and again say to themselves, "Yeah, this sounds a bit weird, but he was right about this other thing, so maybe he might be right about that." Also, like Hitler and Lenin, he tailors his message to his audience. For instance, while building his power base, Hitler downplayed the anti-Semitism in those regions of Germany where it didn't play well. Lenin did the same thing.

Grayson is most definitely a dangerous man...
 
Interesting people continue to show up in interesting ways. Where did LT come from? Did she jump off a mountain or materialize out of thin air?

I know, I know - keep reading! :D
 
008 – “First Day On The Job And Ready To Roll”


“So how do you like our facilities? Not too shabby compared to MIT, I hope.”

Bobbie Case turned in her chair. She sat at a half-circle of monitors and computer stations in a decently sized room which was packed with terminals. It was designed to allow up to ten persons simultaneous access to FedNet and the far wall was entirely transparent, permitting an amazing view on downtown San Francisco and the bay. Federation Plaza dominated the skyline, looming large like a lone man standing in a field of low grass.

The young woman smiled and took out the sucker she had in her mouth. “It’ll have to do,” she said with little shrug.

Slade frowned. “Well you know you can always go back.”

Case glanced out of the window, making an effort to look contemplative. “Nah,” she said after a moment. “I like it here.”

“Listen, I know that we’re throwing you into the deep end but the old man chose you on purpose. Your test scores were through the roof and your aptitude test showed that you can handle yourself under pressure,” Jackson Slade sounded as if trying to convince himself as he look suspiciously at the thin stick poking out from in-between her bright red lips. “What is that?”

“Oh this?” she asked and removed the sucker. It held a brown arrow shaped sweet at its end. “Jumja stick,” she explained. “You want one? I’ve got tons.”

“I think I’ll pass on that.”

She nodded. “Good choice. They’re delicious but immensely addictive. I really need to cut down,” Case said and placed the sucker back into her mouth. She turned to her computer terminals again. “Please don’t think that I’m not grateful for this opportunity, because I really am. I just wish I could have thanked Mister Masamune some more but he was in such a hurry to leave,” she explained, managing to make herself understood perfectly even with the large piece of candy in her mouth. She obviously had plenty of experience.

“I’m sure he got the message,” Slade said and smirked, recalling the furious handshakes and hugs the youthful lady had dished out after returning to headquarters.

The blonde analyst pulled back her long hair and attached a small, disc shaped dataport to the side of her neck. It would allow her to sync with the computer faster and it also provided additional protection when diving through the sometimes dangerous world of FedNet.

Slade followed suit.

The window darkened as it turned itself into a large computer screen, displaying satellite footage of a speeding train.

Slade watched intently.

“We had full coverage of the train from the moment our people boarded it,” Bobbie explained. “Let me skip ahead to the relevant bits.”

The image shifted and zoomed closer to the train. Then Slade could see it. A black figure had appeared on top of the train. The man was moving down the roof with apparent ease.

“He’s definitely cybernized,” he observed.

The train cars disconnected leaving just one lone car in the middle. Tank appeared on the roof of the middle carriage but Slade focused on the black-clad man instead.

“Now look closely,” she said as the image zoomed closer again, making it possible to make out the man’s movements. The train car exploded, the image flickered and Black was gone.

“How does he do that?”

Case deactivated the screen and looked at him. “I don’t know but it’s pretty darn impressive. It could be that he’s hacking the satellite. I will have to pull up its programming and see if it has been tampered with. If it has perhaps I can establish a back trace.”

Slade nodded. “Get Travin Eldex to help you, he specializes in this kind of thing.”

“It still take a while.”

“What else you’ve got?”

Bobbie took out the sucker and leaned back into her chair. “I’ve looked at the witness testimonies and it looks like about six passengers have reported a small gap in their memories and a state of confusion while being on the train.”

“That would correspond with the number of people Tank and Gavin said attacked them.”

“That’s right. I want to have a closer look at their enhancers. If they have been hacked it might be possible to find evidence of that.”

Slade shook his head. “None of them have given us permission to do that.”

She stood. “What? Why not?”

“Beats me. But we can’t get into the enhancers without them allowing us to. It’d be a violation of the Privacy Act otherwise,” Slade explained. “I’ve spoken to most of them and to be honest I think some might have been using stims recently. If that’s the case obviously they wouldn’t want us to go snooping through their enhanced brains.”

“We should get a court order,” Case replied with rising excitement.

Slade gave her a smile. So young and eager but still so much to learn. “No judge in the Federation would grant us one. Not while all we have are suspicions. And quite frankly it sounds a bit ludicrous too. That some cybernized criminal could hack into a dozen people simultaneously while at the same time setting off a bomb, manipulate a secure observation satellite and escaping two of our best trained agents.”

“It’s not impossible,” she pouted.

“You’re a cybernetics expert, Bobbie, stick to that for now and leave the investigating to the field agents, alright?” he said and walked off.

“You know I do have a Starfleet accredited advanced weapons certification,” she called after him. “I could be a field agent too,” Bobbie added more quietly.

Slade waved her a hand over his shoulder just before slipping out of the room.

One thing at the time, I guess, she thought as she shoved the miniature jumja sucker into her mouth again and plopped herself back in the chair.

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I agree with what Xeris said above - if this wasn't a Trek story, it still would have the makings of a very good cyberpunk story. As it is, you've managed to mix the two into a very interesting and unique piece of storytelling. Keep it coming!
 
Looks like Bobbie's on the case now--pun intended ;)

You've still got me hooked here with this intriguing mix of cyberpunk and Trek.
 
well, I haven't caught up completely. I just started reading it. So far I like it. and I love the fact that you used Johnny B. Goode as part of the story. I love that song, and I could almost hear it as I read it.
 
Thanks for the positive feedback, I'm actually quite relived to get it.

I had a lot of concerns if this would work at all (still do actually). I'm also not happy with the slow pace here as I had hoped to move this story along alot faster. But if your enjoying this so far I must be doing something right. :lol:
 
009 – “An Offer You Cannot Refuse?”


The young woman moved through the snowy and steep terrain with inhuman speed. She practically leaped from one mountain to the next and Hot Rod found it difficult to keep up with her and not just because the white clad woman was difficult to make out against the snow covered landscape.

The chase, for that was what it seemed like, ended after a few minutes when she dived off a precipice, performed a perfect forward somersault before landing on her feet in a small village a hundred feet below.

Gavin had watched her every move with astonishment.
“Holy crap,” he said when she had landed safely instead of shattering into a million pieces.

Tank had a large smile plastered on his face. “She does like theatrics.”

Moments later Hot Rod landed the green shuttle in the village square. Village was perhaps an exaggeration. The mountain settlement seemed to consist out of no more than seven simple huts. The young woman quickly walked towards one and disappeared inside. Besides her there was no sign of any other inhabitants. It wasn’t a surprise as Gavin quickly realized; an icy cold wind blew across the valley.

The three men followed her inside.

The hut was as simple from the inside as it had appeared from the outside. A table, a chair, a bed and a computer console next to it were all the furnishings to be found. Over invisible speakers soft music played, a man signing of his fondness for Rock and Roll Music. The record sounded positively ancient.

The woman had discarded her coat and goggles and leaned against the wall next to an open fireplace. The licking flames were keeping the hut comfortably warm and bright. Gavin made an effort not to ogle her perfect body now clad in nothing but a skintight suit which left little to the imagination.

Masamune walked right up to her. “Nice place you have here. A bit difficult to get to.”

“That was the idea.”

“I see your tastes in music haven’t changed,” said Tank, trying to find the source of the soft tune filling the room. “How long have you been on Earth?” he asked as he inspected the hut. “What have you been up to?”

It took her one thought to pause the playback. “I’ve been keeping busy since the War. I travel a lot.”

Gavin cleared his throat which caused the young woman to shoot him a sweet smile. She eyed the elderly man. “Introductions?”

Masamune nodded. “Certainly. Mister Gavin Thorgood meet Miss McLaren.”

“Call me Mech,” she said.

“A pleasure, Mech.”

“I wish I could offer you some refreshments but I’m afraid the nearest replicator is twenty-five miles out and I haven’t had the time to shop.”

“That’s quite alright,” Masamune replied, missing or ignoring the sarcasm in her voice. “We didn’t come here for refreshments.”

She nodded. “All business as usual.”

“Gentlemen,” he said addressing his two subordinates. “Could you give us some privacy please.”

Both men gave him a ‘you gotta be kidding me look’. This was the most comfortable place they had seen in hours. Masamune was not kidding. He hardly ever did.

Begrudgingly they left, returning to the icy cold outside.

“You have to stop being so hard on your people. Someday they might decide to stop following your orders,” Mech said.

“I only recruit people I can trust.”

She nodded slowly. “I remember. Is that why you came here? To recruit me again?”

Masamune found a lone chair and sat down, placing both his hands on top his ivory topped cane. “Yes.”

She didn’t reply right away. Instead he noticed her fiddling with a silver ring she wore on her left index finger. “You don’t think that making myself difficult to find is not a clear hint towards my inclination on that matter?”

“What I think,” Masamune began, “is that you miss your old life. The galaxy is a vast place and if you really wanted to be left alone there are a lot more remote places than Nepal. I think that for the past few years you’ve been aimlessly moving from one place to the next and diving through FedNet to find answers to questions you haven’t come one bit closer to finding.”

She looked up, a small smile on her lips perfectly masked her true thoughts. “Is that what you think?”

“Tell me if I’m wrong.”

Mech turned her head to look into the flames. “Maybe you’re not.”

“Then come back with me to San Francisco. The city needs people like you right now. I have formed an elite unit and you would be perfect to lead it.”

She looked right at Masamune when she spoke again. “CCiD? I’ve heard about it. They got you out of retirement to do this and yet they have refused to expand your remit beyond Earth. Federation politicians get cold feet when they hear of commando style law enforcement units.”

“You always have been well informed. And yes, they have limited our jurisdiction for now. But we only just started. Once those in power see what we can do I have no doubt they’ll reconsider.”

“Things must look pretty bad if they decided to bring you in.”

“They’re afraid, mostly. Crime has been on the decline for centuries on Earth. Until now,” Masamune said and stood. “This won’t be like Nyuchiba.”

“I know,” Mech replied. “It’ll be worse. Overcautious politicians will be analyzing every move we make. You cannot run an effective preemptive crime fighting outfit on this world. It simply won’t work.”

“So you will not help us?”

She turned away. “I don’t see how you would benefit from it. And quite honestly I don’t see any benefit for me either.”

“Very well. I will not try to convince you otherwise,” he said and walked towards the door.

Mech looked almost disappointed.

Masamune turned before he had reached the wooden door. “It was good to see you again.”

She nodded.

“You should try to stay in touch,” he added. For a few moments they locked eyes. But they exchanged no more words. Masamune opened the door and stepped outside. A few moments later the SAFVe was heading back for Northern California at multiple times the speed of sound.

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You have an intriguing (can't spell) idea and I like the idea that crime, once lost, might be visiting Earth and the Federation again. Societal evolution. Sweet.
 
This continues to hold my interest! You've assembled a good cast of characters with some unique abilities. I'd read this whether it was set in the ST universe or not. :)
 
Interesting...a preemptive crimefighting outfit--also dangerous--shades of Minority Report where someone could be arrested and convicted for merely thinking about committing a crime. And I can't help but feel there's more to what's going on here than Masamune is saying--what's his real agenda?
 
010 – “Who Runs This City, Anyway?”


“Who the hell does Masamune think he is?” Selina Tessier fumed and flung the padd back onto her silver-metallic desk.

“We should escalate this matter,” Captain Whren suggested.

“To where?” she replied. “The mayor? She already doesn’t like us as is and would surely side with him any day. And the UE is just going to defer us back to the city council which takes its orders from the mayor. No, there is no point in doing much about this.”

The Andorian frowned, his antennae twitching slightly, mirroring his displeasure. “He can’t just walk around town threatening to arrest our people. We had as much right as he had to look at that crime scene.”

The admiral stood from her desk. “Perhaps. But Masamune knows that at the moment he has the upper hand and he will milk it for all its worth,” she said with frustration and turned to look out of the large window of her office which allowed for a beautiful view of Golden Gate Bridge. “There is palpable tension in this city, I can sense it from the smell in the air. And the whole planet, the entire Federation is looking upon us. Whatever happens here will be felt in Paris and far beyond.”

“From your somber mood I take it your meeting with the President did not go very well.”

Tessier glanced at her confidant, rubbing her temples. “They want to focus on a diplomatic solution.”

Whren shook his head with anger. “They don’t understand that this situation is already far beyond diplomacy. Maybe that would have worked if they had shown some interest in this matter a few months ago. Now is the time to put boots on the ground.”

“What we need is a feasible plan for Starfleet’s future,” Tessier said. “And if the administration and the Council is not going to begin ensure it now this might very well be the beginning of the end for us.”

“You are worried about the Tzenkethi?” the security chief asked.

“I’m worried about every single empire that has recovered from the War faster and better than we have and is patiently waiting for us to show some of our many weaknesses.”

“And you believe that that’s were Yaridian comes in? That we need to take him up on his offer?”

Tessier sat down in her chair again. “Yes. But he won’t wait for us to make a decision forever. He is not like us, he doesn’t even care about the profit he’ll be making. He just wants to see his work realized and if he can’t do that with us he might as well go to the Romulans or the Breen or the Tzenkethi.”

Whren nodded slowly.

“Something has to be done and quickly or the War will seem like nothing more than a prelude to what will come next. If only those stubborn politicians in Paris would see that.”

The Andorian didn’t reply. He seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment. He didn’t even notice the admiral’s asking eyes. Whren had been a close friend and confident of hers throughout her career. She had served with the man for nearly thirty years and yet she had never been able to read him.

“What are you thinking, Whren?”

He looked at her with apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Admiral. It’s just that I don’t understand. I lost most of my body in the War but what I’ve gained is living proof that what we are asking for is the logical next step to make. Sixty-five percent of the people living in this city have been equipped with brain-enhancers and all over the Federation civilians are getting cybernetic parts and yet Starfleet has been banned from any cybernetics which are not for medical purposes. It simply makes no sense to me.”

“It doesn’t make sense to me either, old friend.”

“Admiral, there is no person in the universe I trust more than you. I fought by your side against the Tzenkethi, the Borg and the Dominion and you’ve always seen the bigger picture while others weren’t able to think beyond the next battle. If you are convinced that our future depends on making a deal with the Poseidon Cooperative then I will do whatever is in my power to make it a reality.”

She nodded slowly. Whren’s loyalty was both appreciated and refreshing. Too many within and without Starfleet saw her as a hotshot, a young flag officer who had earned her stripes through combat and who had moved up the ranks of the Starfleet elite only because of the devastating personnel shortages following the War.

“Sir, Admiral Quinerzos would like to speak to you,” the voice of Tessier’s adjutant interrupted the conversation.

Talking about doubters, she thought. The Starfleet Commander-in-Chief liked to keep close taps on her. One call a day had become a predictable routine.

Whren could read Tessier perfectly. “I have the upmost confidence that even Quinerzos will have to give in to your argument eventually. It is merely a matter of time.”

Tessier gave him a small smile just before he left Tessier to her daily duel with her boss. As he walked out of the office he understood better than most that Tessier’s plan was the only way to avoid for the Federation to face another dark age. He also understood that while she was trying to save them all, her hands were being tied behind her back by a paranoid administration and an overcautious Starfleet Command. He on the other hand was almost entirely free of meddlesome oversight.


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The politicking seems to be getting ready to shift into a higher gear here as it's looking like we might be getting into a turf war between Starfleet and UE and also between the pro- and anti- cybernetics factions within Starfleet. Not to mention what's looking like a generational conflict. Lots of tensions here that seem to be on the verge of blowing up.
 
This is very good. I enjoyed this a lot.

Oddly enough, I think Earth was the ideal setting for this type of Trek/cyberpunk crossover project. The makers of Star Trek have always kept the situation on Earth rather vague--in part, I suspect, because they couldn't figure out a convincing way to present Roddenberry's utopian vision. So this really is virgin territory for the fanfic writer, and it's nice to see somebody who's interested in fleshing out the Trek world-picture.

I especially liked the tension between Starfleet and Municipal Security, which I found quite believable. I can easily see how local law-enforcers could find a Federation-wide institution like Starfleet somewhat overbearing.

Your characters are all very interesting--even intriguing. Like DavidFalkayn, I thought Grayson in particular made a very convincing villain--if he is in fact a villain! Gavin and Tank make a good cop-buddy team, and Tank's search for his missing arm after the train crash was priceless. I'm also curious to find out more about Mech.

I'm also not surprised that the story is unfolding more slowly than you anticipated. This strikes me as a big, complex story, and I'm familiar with the way stories tend to find their own length, regardless of my initial intentions. I hope you stick with it, let it find its own natural level, and don't try to rush things along.

There are a number of interesting allusions here to the work of William Gibson. There's Bobbie Case, of course. And Gavin's Fletcher. It would also not surprise me if the skies over the worlds of Nyuchiba were the colour of a television set, tuned to a dead channel. ;) And is it just coincidence that this story is set in San Francisco, or are you a fan of Richard Paul Russo as well?

As I mentioned in my PM, I'm a cyberpunk fan from way back--back far enough to get my copy of Neuromancer autographed by Gibson after hearing him read an excerpt from his then-unpublished collaboration with Bruce Sterling, The Difference Engine. And as Gibraltar recently discovered, George Alec Effinger's Budayeen trilogy was one of the inspirations for my Supermax stories. So it's nice to see somebody else drawing inspiration from the same well.

Keep up the good work! I'm looking forward to seeing how this turns out.
 
I can't really add more to what's been said, but I will say that I'm not usually a reader of cyberpunk--unless I've read something and not really considered it that way--but I still think that if you drop the Trek background and substitute it for a utopian future on the verge of collapse, this could make a fantastic cyberpunk novel to rival the greats of the modern age.

It's just got that edge that much science fiction, including all its sub-genres, just doesn't have.
 
This has already been said, but I what I like most about this story is the details of the civilian side of the Federation. It's something not many people have done. Needless to say, I'm really liking what you're doing with it.
 
I think you've done an excellent job of peeling back the Utopian veneer of the ST universe. With no disrespect to Gene Roddenberry, I've always felt that most Utopian visions of the future neglected to address the more base nature of humanity. Technology can do many things, but it can't cure evil.

Your story shows the real struggles encountered by people with divergent opinions. The ethical questions surrounding cybernetic enhancements are real and would become more intense as that technology progressed. Kudos on tackling an interesting and challenging story-line! :thumbsup:
 
Thanks for all your kind words. They are very much appreciated. Obviously this story aimed to take a completely new look at the Trek universe while trying to keep it in a familar background. As I mentioned before it is also somewhat of an experiment. The feedback is starting to convince me to continue this series and we'll see where it'll take us. Truth be told, I'm curious myself to find out.

Camelopard, I actually have to admit that I'm a bit of a newcomer to this genre. I've only become a fan recently. Without doubt this series is influenced by a number of sources and I'm paying homage to some of them. Sometimes of course I'm a bit worried that I end up copying instead of tributing.
 
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