Humanity Prepares
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Science Fiction Story: Mankind prepares for a potential future alien attack. This story contains no sex, it is a simple sci-fi yarn.
Tags: Fiction
It was a back room at number ten. Pictures of various previous Prime Ministers adorned the wall, each with the reigning monarch. The room was usually referred to as ‘The Royals.” Important meetings were held there, in camera, with no records. Just like a meeting that had just got started.
“I am concerned, General.”
“Yes, Prime Minister, I am too.”
“With billions of galaxies, each with billions of stars, the changes that we humans are alone are vanishingly small.”
“I concur, Prime Minister.”
“Equally, the odds are that they won’t be friendly.” He paused and took a drink of his coffee. “They will be more advanced than us. We need to prepare.”
“Agreed, pity we can’t destroy those Voyager craft with maps of how to find us before one of the aliens finds it.”
“General, I think that they go too slow to be an issue.”
“We will be totally defenceless when aliens turn up.”
“Indeed, and that is something that we can work on. I want a meeting with the Joint Chiefs and the leading astrophysicists.”
‘What about other nations, sir?”
“Ah, well, at the moment they are a little preoccupied. Let us get the ball rolling; they can come in when we have something tangible.”
“Do we have anything to start on?”
“Yes. We have an alien spaceship that crashed into Loch Ness in 1937. We think that it must have developed a fault and crashed. As far as we know, no one ever came looking for it.”
“I will arrange for it to be recovered.”
“There is a large underground establishment in Northumberland, Hell Storm.”
“I am aware, Prime Minister.”
“It is vast; I believe it would make an excellent home for our sunken friend and a very good place for our investigations to happen.”
“Indeed, Prime Minister. Budget?”
“That will not be an issue. All funds will come through me. I shall arrange for a drawing line that you can use.”
“Sir,” the General replied.
“And General,” the Prime Minister paused and looked directly in the General’s face.
“Sir,” he replied.
“I need not tell you that this is the most top-secret thing that we have ever done. Our allies must not get an inkling, not a single one. You know that they will just want to take over, just like they did with the atom bombs in the war.”
“No, I understand, no one will know. And Sir, as you know, we do have nuclear munitions that the Allies know nothing about.”
“Of course we do.”
When the General left, he did not leave by the front door; he used the underground route back to MOD. He sat down in his office, pulled out a pen and started making notes in his pocketbook. Initially, names of scientists that he needed to talk to to find out what was possible. His second list was the logistics people to arrange recovery from Loch Ness and transport to Northumberland.
“Well, General?” The Prime Minister asked. “We are nine months down the road. I want a progress report.” Nothing, so far, had been communicated in writing, and it was unlikely that anything outside of Hell Storm would be written down.
“Sir. It took, as you know, four months to get the craft into Hell Storm. We have the beginnings of a good team of scientists working on the craft. It was interesting that there were no alien bodies.”
“No.”
The General asked no more questions; he guessed that they had been recovered at the time of the accident, but he wasn’t going to ask. If there was anything the team needed to know, then he was sure that he would have been told.
“I do have some positive areas to report.”
“Carry on, General; tell me.”
“The craft has a basic form of faster-than-light propulsion, FTL, but one of the physicists believes that he can improve on it dramatically. Our understanding of quantum physics has fundamentally helped with that.”
The General paused and took a drink from his tea. After swallowing, he continued.
“We also have some promising other focus areas. It is all based on quantum physics. They believe that they will be able to make a drive that, and you will forgive me, Sir, I am not really familiar with it, but they believe they can make a weapon that folds space.”
“Folds space?”
“Sir, yes, you aim it at the enemy, and it folds the space that they are in, so it basically destroys them at the atomic level.”
“Good God, man.”
“Sir, one of the other scientists thinks they could use that principle mixed with Quantum Entanglement to make an instant drive. Faster than FTL. They are sure that they can fold space and just move a ship to the other side of the galaxy instantly.”
“Good Lord.”
“They think that they can design a comms system using Quantum Entanglement.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that any message could travel everywhere instantly.”
“Good Grief.”
Two years passed, and like all things in politics, the people changed. The election had ousted the Prime Minister who had got the ball rolling, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer too. This gave the General a problem. He needed funding, and you can’t just hide a billion pounds sterling in the petty cash. He made an appointment.
He arrived in The Royals and opened his case, taking out the various photographs and budget statements. The door opened, and he stood.
“Madam Prime Minister,” he said.
“General. I have twenty minutes. Your request to see me was a little irregular.”
“Madam Prime Minister, I need to acquaint you with a project started during the previous administration.”
“I think I am aware of their various projects, and so was the public, and that is why I am here, and they are not.”
“Yes, Prime Minister, but not this one.” The General spoke for fifteen minutes, outlining the project, the reason for it and the progress thus far.”
“All conjecture,” the Prime Minister said when the General finally paused for a drink from his glass of water.
“It was when we started, Madam, but 3I/Atlas changed all that.”
“That was just a comet.”
“No, Madam, it was a derelict alien spacecraft. Very old, and from a very long way away. We do not have the technology to intercept it, but the fact of what it is and just how very big it was, to be an artificial craft, gives even more concern.”
“You are saying?”
“I am saying that there are aliens out there, that they are very much more advanced than we are, and that you only have to ask the Australian Aboriginals or Native Americans, or the Incas, what happens when a more advanced people meet a more primitive people.”
The Prime Minister picked up the telephone and spoke. “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.”
She put the phone down and then looked across at The General again. “What about the Americans? What do they say?”
“They do not know. Your predecessor did not trust them; he referenced the original Atom Bomb programme, which suddenly left British hands and became the American Manhattan project, which, after we had invested considerable sums, we saw no return in, insofar as they charged us for our own IP.”
“Where are we at, right now?”
“We have a design for a Faster Than Light rocket motor; it actually folds space. We can go anywhere in the universe instantly.”
“Good God, man,” the Prime Minister gasped.
“Madam, we have a singularity weapon that would send a small black hole to a target; the target would be instantly consumed. The black hole would soon expire with no further fuel. Not a weapon to ever be used on a planetary surface.”
“But, if we had to?”
“Just not on any planet in the solar system, Madam.”
The Prime Minister was silent, and then she listened without interruption as the General talked through the rest of the progress: rail guns that would accelerate slugs of depleted uranium to an appreciable percentage of the speed of light. Their kinetic energy would be so great that they would obliterate anything they struck, regardless of shields.
Next, the General described other ammunition: anti-matter missiles that exploded on contact with a force greater than anything nuclear and gravity bombs that would compress the target a million times in an instant. Shielding using Quantum Entanglement and dimensional phasing that would allow anything fired at a ship to pass harmlessly through.
The General spoke of instantaneous communications using quantum entanglement that would allow communications between our ships and Earth in an instant, no matter where the ships were, and that they would be virtually uncrackable. Totally secure comms anywhere, any time. ‘That one we could use on Earth,’ the General concluded.
“So what is the next step?”
“The gravity bombs gave us an unexpected side effect, Prime Minister. We have discovered anti-gravity.”
“And that means what?”
“That means we do not need chemical or fusion engines or to get from Earth into space. That means that we do not have to include our allies to get ships or equipment into space.”
“The American will be pissed if he finds out.”
“Madam, how would we tell? He seems that way pretty much all of the time.”
“So, next we build a spaceship?”
“Yes, Madam, and it will be around a kilometre long. It will contain prototypes of all the weapons that I have discussed. And we will launch it.”
“What then?”
“Then we invite our four eyes allies to join us.”
“But not the Americans?”
“No, Madam, not with their current administration.”
“What is the next phase after that, General?”
“We build AI-controlled mines in a sphere around Earth where the asteroid belt is. The mines will contain a mixture of Gravity, Anti-Matter and Singularity bombs. We build a number of defence stations on the Moon, on Mars and the moons around Jupiter. They will have rail guns in them.”
“How long will that take?”
“We believe ten years. We hope that we have ten years. Under the previous administration, the UK has withdrawn from all international schemes that are searching for extraterrestrial life. We do not want to help anyone draw attention to us.”
“How did that go down?”
“Not well, madam, but we cited austerity. The senior scientists involved soon stopped talking loudly about it when they were co-opted onto Hell Storm.”
“I see. I guess for me the next steps are to talk to my Canadian, Australian and New Zealand colleagues.”
“Madam, yes, that is out of my jurisdiction.”
“Indeed. I shall propose that publicly, we shall set up a Commonwealth Space Program; privately, it will be an Earth Defence Force.”
“Will it remain under UK control and lead?”
“That may not be possible, General, but I will endeavour to make it so. I will propose to offer them not a full partnership, but a senior partnership. If they have suitably qualified scientists, then they may lead some of the individual projects.”
“Madam, I know that some of our scientists have spoken about bringing in some non-British personnel.”
“So far, only from those we have discussed, and only once they are on board.”
Ten years passed, and the various government leaders had changed, and politics had softened. An invitation was sent to the American President to come to England, as Prime Minister Janet Harden had something she needed to discuss with him. A time was arranged, and despite his questioning and probing, Prime Minister Harden refused to be drawn.
Air Force One landed at Newcastle Airport, as directed, and Prime Minister Harden met him on the airport apron. She had a ministerial car with her.
“We need to go somewhere, and I am afraid you cannot bring your security detail. On this occasion, you will have to trust my British Special Forces. They will more than look after us.”
“What is this, Janet?” He enquired, “This is very irregular.”
“Believe me, this is something that will amaze you, and it is something I plan to share with you fully.”
Both leaders got into the ministerial car, and they left the airport accompanied by several Special Forces vehicles. The President’s entourage was not happy, but there was nothing that they could do.
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