Grace in Space:story of Ely Vader.
Grace is a cyborg regenerated some 70 times from a earthly women some 1400 years ago. She is based in space. After mankind left earth. In the greater outer-quadrants of her field of work. That her kind now live through out the universe. Where she defends against intruders. She flies a state-of-the-art space craft and travel millions of miles and his kept in cryogenics to keep her ready when arriving. Her home is on a moon of a planet. She lives with her android male and carries on life. See what happens next. Read:"Grace in Space:the story of Elly Vader.
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Grace In Space.
The Story of Ely Vader.
by
Danny E. Allen
Copyright 2024 Danny Eugene Allen
KDP.Amazon.com Edition
Table Of Content
This is a story of a womenized bot. Earth, outerspace, and existence in heroic storyline.
{Start}:
..El, was watching AZI's version of "Spiderman"... Spidey was second-millenia graphic-optical drawing video... She was in an outer-gravity range; 4-quadrants from 1Geo. Once known as the Earth, long-seperated with high advancing ultra-conversion... It took about 8-secs in her-time without gravity, and what was known as "solar-illumination". Then, this was supposed to be sunlight. But who could say 889-mega-miles-away. Sure, careless-waves travelled, endlessly. But that atmost re-fried, "cookie" of a planet; was just a booger, waiting to get blown into the beautiful-cosmos.
...1-Geo was a wasteland, a place to eat dirt, burn, lose-heat and just evaporate into grinds of delecto... The flight-control flew there, by both dissection and conduit-directive. Right-now she-was thinking of her metroplex-bot... At 6',5"-handsome a throw-back to former seed-mate of ancient-humanoids. Indestructable, revivable, collusive and relatively, "free"... She had him take-care of the house. That old-age reminder of living-vessels, her-ancesters once lived, one thing about life they had "good-things", when able. She wanted to work his auto-respect keys, set-deep within his android, sexist-body. It exacted her-form, and though-only an arti-form... All-her techno-kin, were "lucky". To be re-based with existentiality, was temporary... Until they-were again-rehabbed-back to biotonic-replication...
Spring, inter-stellar; was a pronouncement, and denouncement. Space, was so old, and man; so young. In all the 468-megamiles of residences, man escaped and listened to space-majesty, without-limits. She was a-planet/moon entity... Born-on a sage-away moon of Zyron. A planet on a sleepy-bend, in space. A lean-to place of happy-spatial "planes"; now, after her foster-on a research-vessel, for "light"-inspectors; now, was settling-upon a cruiser/expander/life-traveler/duty-responder... She wanted to go home in 16-par-sects. Just enough time to rejuvenate and relax-on their sort/resource/site-recollective... Her best-friend was Jovoe[Joe, Visual objective-engager], as artisan-androbot of affixed and affective, needs coordination-engager. There were only 16-million made, and she had one of the last-six.
She could see in on "G", at the functional-focus adaptors; that evinced their society; but plugged and played-like 2K-G. But it was old-fashioned, how the spirit, and speciality; dissipated-forever. Weathers, which only shown through expanse and spillage, were far-off and faint; dispersions. There was bad-weather on Gth, like-one had seen on TV-ancient... She looked at the oceans-levels; heat, humidity, winds and sunshine. ...And how once primitive-means, tolerated planetary-conditions and climes. How by 2736, the human broken-away from her, to other more-calmer, fewer-restitutions and obviously, solemn-residings.
There-were storms and all-sorts of recessive-elements, like the one's once harried-in their situations and societies. El, knew little of this; because she only understood-rejuvenation and reinvention; that as the only "elemental"-erratics... She wasn't due-for 17-stellar-venues-of space-passage and then everything would be, anew.
There were the wonderful meteor-storms that flew by her ship, she knew to avoid being-hit. In her time everything was automated, mechanicalized and self-engineered. Being of humanoids, simply order and reorder-terms, tenses and tacts... She remembered when she was a dreamt-entity on G; when a firefighter, on the upper-Washington terrain. Putting-out vast forest-ranges. Some where in her human-psyche, the fires-burned. How a fireman fought and killed-five of his men. A strange turn-of-events. But a keen native-American crime-solver had made sure, he was caught.
...She was to enter H-beta sector, the turning-point before being put to sleep for several-years. Her-pod was all-readied with oxygen, carbon-replenish, venal-circulation systems; and glucose recycle-mode. She'd grow very-slowly before being dissolved into future composite-body form. Within what seemed like 15-minutes in her time, she'd awake full-of energies, relative-conscious and conscience.
The outer cerebral, solar-system was being left; as she peered-out the directive-portal. The sun was green and she knew exactly, where all the possibilities were. Where the Linead-Showers were now gone, 50-million miles away. She checked all her-gauges just for fun. It was written up-in...a light manual that it was just trivial-concern, like crossing the street in G civil-times. Everything seemed always to be compared to what was Mother Earth. She felt all that they did, in diodes of her-flesh. The feelings, sets and diameters, of a body brought-forward. A new-role and rendering of simple-rudimentary-encompassed, priority and provision. She'd heard-all the transitive-information-alignings, that was taught in pre-space history, but that was long before rearticulate-providence. "Humans"-finally, escaped nihil disjoining and mastered, space-corroberation. She was now wisened to this in her metastasis congruency. That electro-phonetic conduit, flowed human-conscience through-out. That even time and space, air and vacuum; thought and death could seperate in the higher-conceptualities...
Regen year-1,173, Elix-Vader NONCOM, was traveling 80K-Nauts, seen-in clear-void small shrink; what she had to do was be reach-to enter Lunar 6-Zyron trajectary... Where the polar-void would be directed correctly, and exactly into ready-landing. Her comp-margined, for she'd called Jos's; that would give-her recognition-hers... ...She awaken 6-years younger by Cycom-status... She still could ponder, perceive and proctor; in what was the natural-human, in that of reasoning.
Her occupation was tangent-locater, for series IV-transcription... Which meant she was to voyage every 4-years. From Planet Delta to the outer-reach of the North-Voids, the last connection for sector-travel of Quad 1... Or as a Patrol-men, observer. ...It was a place, for excelled-crafts and space accommodations...
She liked-it... After the seed-pool, selected-six of her birth-originators she was given knowledge of her-duties, from exercises to expediations. It was known, she was a descendant of a earthly fire-brigade female... Who was 28, when she was picked for fighting forest-fighters. She was brave, tough and talented; as well as an excellent-Commander. ...Her parents, were a State-Trooper and a school-teacher, so she held; and as held-as an excellent replicatee. Somehow, she was discovered-by blood. Kept-in suspension and made in a genetic chromo-replicate.. She was not a froid-in most all things. So 80-generations later, she-spawned-her; in a sense, she was allowed-from the spirit-world, as such... She personally, remembered awaking-to an inside of a genesis-tube and breathing her first-breath, and then taken to the cognitive-den; where others now-vivid, needing 610-reprise... There-it took 2-seconds or less to be given new-senses, thoughts, knowledges, controls and an identity. By her 3rd-cycle, she was shipped-out; by, and flew-out to hectar-6 for genuine-observation.
Her and her-fellows, 6--bio-bots; that-were given as acting-enactions... Which was-over, in-6 weeks... All, were sent-on missions. She'd met other-bios, but all-new the ropes; second-out. Then, she had simple-emotions; only what her-moon-could have... Which were in 44 data-banks of sustaining... Being with them, was like staring at a wall-being painted... ..In a mindful-sense and excitement, wasn't to be protagonized into intentful-teleology... But a deep sense of self, were in as fortunate and disfortunate terms... Love, was Ely's higher-power, like any other endo-huma; her body, obligated-by needs. But only by someone of an agenda. Agenda, was not gender; but also not despotism. Desperation, was once the hallowing-of humanity. Now, an act of servitude. She listened to her-narrator, from a high-frequency output-signal... It was gentle and compounded, giving her a lesser-higher power; if only in enfleshed-circles.
The sun, nearest-Luna, was all day and into the night; then long nights and into the day. Most might liked-it. ...Her bio-bots' keepers, came and went giving a nice high-pitched re-sound, most bios-felt as comforting. In down-time-rest was 45-miutes then being given a replicater bath-of Carbon, Phosphorous and sand injet-expulsion... Then, every bio-part was keyed-into the nodes of her droidism... -She always, seemed-to "laugh". Laughter, was exhausted-from humanity-reallocations. Her once now, deactivated endo-seemed to telepath. This was a nice-occurrence. She went to meet with the meiro-bot, drone-boyfriend... He'd been activated, by electro-telepathy and appeared exactly, as expected.
The stall-zone, appeared-out her unit-base. As she and it, watched a sky-show. She knew what the shower at camp-base meant: leave in 24-days... She touched her-droid and sat trying to bring thought and eventual, settled-for exploration. She went to lay-in a-loft. Where her-diodes and cells, were flat-lined. Dreams, were just once austerity, lived in felled-embrace. Her spirit was systematicly, crucial; yet also adeptly, composited it; was as knowing the only-creature inexistential, it was the only-hope, and homage. She was fed role and remnant nonsense to feed her now rarified-relegation. Training was a mere recittal of kinetic-stream of codes. Of worth and ratifying calculis, terms and equations-poured into the mental near-amorph traversed and installed-in the potential, partial-being. Made whole by electromorphing. -She was headed-out toward the Alpha-Hydra zone, to be careemed-out to her-post. She had rarely, seen her counter-parts; just-singles came to be received, which went-on for 40-seconds, and that was that.
She-wondered about what had cognated, as the label-schooling; but it was as a compelled-in its compensatory. Avails and advancements, just evaporated in a persona; that was, primitive class-time. Romanticism, was only an ecto-concertion-came and lost; and being the tensiles, toned-truncation. She looked over all the regions, to perform-particle; hearing, scales, plots and paths as was in her observation-zones.. She had selective-conferrings, but optioned and ordered-articulations.
It was probably, passive to the once best of 1G. Who used to haul aroud dead-weight, over-power G1's many forces then sleep for a long-night of semi-consciousness. All things earthly, were under-forced order. That to leave then was like a moon/sun both drone and burning-existence. She'd never wondered but what was the true-skill of being "hardy".
A being steadily, stroked and staminaed; by idea and impactual-immensity. Somehow being of earth, were creatures bent-on substantive-provisions; she never was fully-privy. That G-1, was just that. And leaving-her, allowed and extended, cognitive-relevance and reality. Long ago, it was depicted and derived that generation; were the beings of brace-bestowal, that perhaps taking to, but leaving it behind or expanding-intentions; all-irrespective. That the universal so hugeness-empowered the great call. Ely "Grace' Vader, 28. 64-units, was a positive-space paralleled-being. She was not-human. She was an Amboy, in the style of a long past imminent-writer. She was born on 27.83.449 as genetic-growth and capacity, designation. She'd lived to be 7,200 accelerated-cycles over 1900-years to support G1, as a residing cover through. People come passed-to reallocate units of that place of presidence... Like a-Mecca. Where everything, started. A potential prologued of people, place and time.
There few challenges, in this-region. That earthly, space archepelago; went 8.8 trillion-miles from the edge of Alpha Centori, to the top of the Big Dipper... That suns, moons, planets and the like were all in fashioned and faceted to G-trailblazer prenates... Though G, was everyones start; it was only an astro-specific; rarely, seen or needed-exploring. No, human walked her shores or tried the near-pure Nitrogen air. But sight-seers curious, configured, composed or cognitives; making the pilgrimage; no wars-occurred. ...No diseases, famines or weather were a concern. All was learned by being in instilled-in computered-compliers all in the many, basic and intrinsic-complementary organic operative-oracle...
Stellar-one was the long-distant trending came far away humans, as limpids and the unknowing voyager or detests of space... The pre-space, evolved creatures. ...Who ate particles, drank fluids and put out what was to be mostly, made of microbes and thinking-minutely. The ancient-academy long-dead, with remnants as the articulate-amplificators... Just the minut-noise of code, and the exertion-in competent compelling. Everything was defined and combined, by exact instant, instinct-coder; narrator and composed-output. There were 46-banks. The ".diety" 3 part-rider, a space-craft of space-crafts.
Her moon was 7th-luna of Zyron a planet-6th, orbiting as the Zellar moon. It was named by ancient anthropods, who'd left signates; by the descendants of humanology... The last full-beings died, after self-assuring for survival without-fulfillment. No, one or other things had abated; in just that, it set-into the frontier; and that in, it wanted to evolve and thrive...
That humans were temporary forms, optimizing and emulating-god, like "gifts" of taught and complicity. There were 700-off-spring births by a magnum of devices. A family made hopes and dreams of people, place and times. That survival meant ending-humanity and the enigmaticly, corporeal-freedoms... That as faults and fears, were evaded and divided for expending-impetus and for epitome sake. That it was the sacrifice to survive which was all-human. Temperatures, dropped on voyage to -28o C which humas would have froze to death; but her-diodes prevalence took care to be high res energy makers. Her notice of the moon, sun, gravitation-sink and optics capacity expound and expircated like new techno-instances. Running-in of air/non-air focal was like passing the beating, pieces every so often; but space was an Alpha-T like reality-over that.