NationStates Jolt Archive

Doctor Alfred Chamberlain sat outside the door of one of the most important people in New Freeport, New Haven. It was not the President of New Haven, his cabinet, or any generals: it was the Chairman of New Haven State Industries.

Chamberlain was one of the co-inventors of the original orbital Hyperspace Gates, receiving acclaim throughout the USR for that incredible feat. The plans he just submitted to the Chairman to look over was a theoretical next-step for the Hyperspace Gate, a Gate small enough to replace the hard-to-find and irreplacable Stargate under military control miles outside of the city. The gate would be set up to send an FTL carrier frequency into space, relaying its position and availability to other gates, allowing their operators to know whether or not it would be ok to connect in. If built, it would place all points in the USR within a few hours wait, from Continential City to New Haton, from Gerburg to the Asherton colony.

A buzzer went off, signalling the Chairman wished to speak to him. Chamberlain went into the dark, gloomy office, holding his hands together in quiet anxiety. "Yo... you wished to speak to me, Mr. Chairman?"

"Doctor, I'm going to be straight with you," The Chairman said as he swiveled back around, smoking a cigar as he went over the blueprints. "If you can make this work, the party will reward you quite handsomely. I'd put in my nomination of you into the National Academy of Science's Gold Albatross Award (The New Haven Socialist Republic's version of a Nobel Prize) and you'll get all twenty million SUMUs."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman," Chamberlain said, coming off the anxiety that had almost consumed him.

"Get outta here, I got work to do," The Chairman replied. "Take these plans to our science department, and make sure you get this shit notarized or the first schmuck to look at it is going to take you for all you have on this. Good day, Doctor."

[OOC: You're mad! Mad I say!]

(interesting is it kind of like a star gate?)

Similar to a stargate, but you can't make one work with the other (and I don't plan on it for a long time).

Future tech I hope? Not many moderntech whores will accept something like this.

OOC: Yes, its future tech.

(Eight Months Later on colony world Asherton)

"Comrade Major, we have a problem," a military technician by the name of Lieutenant Lois Parsons called over to the main conference room of Gate Control Alpha. Doctor Chamberlain (given the honorary rank of Major by the military for the duration of the project) came out of the conference room, followed by three aides and General Richard Sutton of the New Asherton City Militia.

"What seems to be the problem?" Chamberlain asked as he approached the control panels for the Hyperspace Gate, where Parsons sat.

"Comrade Major, the control mechanism that pulls the Vertical Hyperspace Field Arrays away from each other at the zero-distance point is not functioning," Parsons explained. "The hyperspace field is not engaging properly, and we cannot open a window," Parsons explained.

"Two months after the gate on Stanley is ready for testing, and we cannot fix this goddamn glitch!" General Sutton yelled in frustration. "We might as well be trying to sit in a spot on the ground and expect to be back home in New Haven!" The General out of frustration kicked the data conduit connecting the panels to the gate, temporarily knocking out power. As soon as the panels began to glow with life once more, the hyperspace gate began to activate.

"Comrade General, I think the gate is attempting to activate!" Parsons replied as the gate began to charge up, drawing energy from the local fusion power facility. "Gate coordinates of Bravo gate coming into the computer!" The Vertical Hyperspace Field Arrays slid away from the zero-point in the center of the gate, stretching out the rectangular gate from the center to the sides. The Hyperspace Gate, totally powered up and functional, had the appearance of a translucent blue haze. "We are getting a radio signal from the other side."

"Put it on the speakers!" Chamberlain ordered. The speakers hummed as the first non-satellite relayed communication between Asherton and Stanley entered them.

"Hey Alpha, this is Bravo site," the Bravo Site leader, Colonel Alexander Franklin, radioed through. "We lost your transmitter signal, so we figured when you guys came online we would make our usual attempt as always. Is that a stable connection?"

"Yes, Colonel Franklin," Chamberlain replied. "If it were not, we would not be receiving you. You activated our gate, you have to send something through now."

"Like what?" Franklin replied. Rustling could be heard over the speakers before a printed Stanley Heights newspaper, quite rare and very hard to come by on Asherton, fluttered through the gate just before it shut down. The radio signal was relayed back into the system via a planet-orbiting satellite, beaming the information between both moons. "Like the headline, we were saving it as a joke if you guys decided to stop in for a chat." The headline read: "Hyperspace Gate Project Delayed, Little Progress."

"Tell your friends at the Stanley Heights Press they need to retract that statement," Chamberlain replied. "Now we have to build another set and test the inbound-outbound 'lanes'."