Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 14: Convair Intergalactic Testing Labs
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Convair Intergalactic Testing Labs - A deadly virus is loose in the solar system. If left unchecked, it could kill all life on Earth and her colonies on Mars, Luna, and Venus. Created as the ultimate weapon, it got loose and wiped out an entire colony. Only one person has the skills, the brains, and the political backing to do what needs to be done to stop the virus, but he's only eleven years old. He's got some training to do.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Science Fiction Space Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
Perseverance City, June 6, 2141
Convair Intergalactic Testing Labs
Twenty-seven minutes after she hit SEND, on Mars Ray Clark received a radio-Teletype message from his niece, Dr. Christa Scarlett. He read it and chuckled; the letter told about modern college freshmen and their inability to wrap their minds around the tools and devices that the ancient world considered high tech. He took the printed copy of the message to the vault. The vault was more than a room with thick walls; it was a secure facility in the government offices of Perseverance City, the capital colony of Mars.
The vault was protected by two-foot-thick walls and a single door that has the security of a bank vault. Inside the vault was the huge mainframe computer which controlled all terminals in Perseverance City and provided heat for the government offices above. There were several workstations in the main room of the vault, along with rows of safes containing all classified information collected by the Mars colonies, much of it collected by Ray. There was a vault within the vault, which was the cryptology lab. He reached out for the keypad and punched in the combination and, with a loud buzz and click, the cryptology lab door swung open, and Ray entered his office.
This is where Ray Clark’s real office was. Since the blowout in the Bradbury Canal, Ray’s job has shifted from casual intelligence gathering while working for Convair Intergalactic to active spying. “What’s up bossman?” asked Karen Seven as Ray entered. Karen Seven was probably the best cryptologist in the solar system. She was a typical Martian woman, tall and slender, with long legs, light brunette hair, and an extremely pale complexion, and she had a genius level IQ.
“I got a letter from my niece, wanna take a look?” said Ray as he handed his top team member the message from Christa.
“Melted clocks? I don’t get it,” said Karen as she glanced at the message.
“It’s a famous painting.”
Karen skimmed the message because, after the first paragraph, it devolved into a mish-mash of random numbers, letters, and symbols which appears to be a corrupted transmission. Normally the RTTY operator asks for a re-transmit of the message and ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the corruption clears on re-transmission. Not with messages to Ray Clark. “Salvatore Dali? We just got that code last week,” said Karen.
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