Las matemáticas son el alfabeto con el que Dios ha escrito el universo.

Posted on Fri Apr 26, 2019 @ 7:41pm by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

1,279 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Plaga Navis
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: After launch

Nicole rushed onto the bridge, a collection of papers in her arms. She hit the activator on the panel by the Captain's ready room and rushed in, depositing her pile of papers on the Captain's desk.

"Their next target is a starbase," she said, breathlessly.

Staring at the jumbled pile of papers on her desk, the Captain said “What?”

"A starbase, one with a heavy civilian population," Nicole said. She started rifling through the papers. "The clue was in their test target. The number of bodies, the incubation period, the ship's registry number, the--"

Clearly a bit bewildered, the Captain interrupted and said “wait..what,, How did you come to this conclusion?”

"Numerology," Nicole said, taking a breath. "A friend had me thinking and I started running some of the calculations. Everything points to their next target being a family-oriented base."

“Everything..” Kennit echoed. “Slow down, Start from the beginning. Tell me how you came to this conclusion."

Nicole pulled up a chair and sat down, spreading the papers out. "Rigellian Numerology involves calculations and basic number assignations that govern reactions, interactions and meanings," she said. "When we examine something we look at every number involved that has some effect, or is affected by, the current situation. For example..."

She pulled out one sheet and flipped it around. "87 dead. Why a ship with 87 people? Why not a ship with only 20 people? A cargo ship with just three? Why 87? The number 87 is a number of family, organization, and prosperity. It's also a number of harmony and idealism, the ideal generally related to a harmonious and prosperous family relationship. With a number 87 pertaining to something in a person's environment, we interpret the situation as if it included responsibility, material acquisition, family, paternal or maternal concerns, belief, or an issue related to prosperity. Whose prosperity though? Definitely not the dead bodies. Someone is using that virus to further their own prosperity, and destroy our 'familial' relationships, whether that be our Starfleet family or otherwise. When we reduce 87, it's core value is 6. The result is it's governed by the 6's essence, such as home and idealism, plus a dose of the 8's essence, such as business, efficiency, and realism, plus a dose of the 7's essence, such as introspection and intuition."

She pulled out another two sheets. "40 hours of incubation. The number 40 represents highly practical and conscientious energies. 40 resonates with pragmatism. It can be thought of as a limitless 4 — the practical digit 4 followed by the unlimited digit 0. The essence of the number 40 is it's dependable and patient, yet persistent. It's methodical approach makes achievement of goals a step-by-step accomplishment."

"So we have someone or someones who are pragmatic, methodical, intuitive, and wish for material acquisition. But it gets worse." She pulled out another two sheets. "Calculations here show the further breakdown, the expansion of the attacks, and here...numbers to indicate an attack on youth, foundation, and home. To keep these numbers active, they need a larger target with these numbers..." she pulled out another page of calculations. "And the end result is zero: infinity, but emptiness."

She sat back, pale even for her. "This isn't a plague....it's not even a bio-weapon to wage a war....this is genocide to wipe out every humanoid Alpha and Beta Quadrant species. We aren't being attacked, we're being exterminated. They break down our "family" i.e. the Federation, wipe the board, bringing it back to zero, and they acquire all the materials therein."

“Why would any race wish to exterminate every life form. That level of destruction is..illogical. And impossible to control.” Kennit said.

"But that's the thing, it isn't every life form, just the humanoids. Just the ones who run things. Selahts and birds and fish will be fine, but we will be gone, and whoever manufactured this virus will have fleets of ships, massive starbases and cultivated planets all empty and ready for colonization. Granted, they'll have a bloody awful mess to clean up, but they won't have anyone in their way. And if anyone survives, they'll be mowed down. As for control..."

She rummaged again through the papers. "The 40 hours of incubation was one thing, but this...116 modified protein markers. 116 is a number about control, dominance and efficient business. It's all built in. This virus is made to be a controlled and infinitely lethal weapon."

After a moment, the Captain replied “Kinda already knew that much..”

Nicole's head made a thunk as it hit the desk. "Then we've confirmed that my math is right," she said, slightly muffled by the desk. She picked her head up and rubbed her eyes. "We knew this was something manufactured, we knew this was being used to kill...but this is going to be on a scale far bigger than just taking down a ship or two, and a starbase is next. Until we have a breakthrough with the virus, maybe we can at least thwart the next attack."

The Captains eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you telling me that you can’t break this virus."

"I'm telling you we haven't broken it yet, so kindly stop putting words in my mouth, I've got enough of my own, thank you," she snapped. "We've only run tests on a third of the prion designs we've established. This is going to take time. My staff is doing what it can, I'm trying to do a bit more. So take my conclusions, ignore them, whichever. All I can do is tell you what the numbers are telling me." She sat back and rubbed her eyes again, sighing.

"I'm sorry...I'm frustrated," she said after a moment.

“Even if I take these numbers to heart, it doesn’t tell me anything about where to look.” Kennit pointed out. “There are Starbases all over this sector, both Federation and non Federation. I just have the one ship. There’s no way to police them all and we have no jurisdiction over mot of them.”

"Can't we....send a warning? Tell them to prepare quarantine protocols? Warn them someone's out there?" Nicole said, desperately.

“With no idea of where whoever is behind this will strike, we would have to send that message out on a general open broadcast and that would likely create a panic which is what we are trying to avoid ..” Kennit answered.

Nicole threw down her papers in frustration. "Damnit....I thought I had something."

Not even thinking about it, Kennit’s Borg systems assessed the doctor and provided an information analysis. “I did not say that you did not have something,, merely that we must use caution and not create a panic among civilian populations. When was the last time you slept?”

Nicole ran a hand through her hair. "That would depend."

Amused,the Captain answered “Depends? On what?”

"On what day this is," she said, flippantly. "Between Sickbay and the lab I've been a bit busy."

“It’s Friday...” the Captain answered.

Nicole tapped her finger, counting in her head. "I don't know. I'm out of math." She sighed and stood up, somewhat shakily. "I'm sorry to disturb you. But if you happen to think of a station with a population big enough that fits my parameters, by all means, let them know."

"Get some rest Doctor. After you've slept, review your notes and come back to see me if you find anything new with the benefit of some rest to help clear your head." the Captain told her.

Nicole sighed. "I have to check in with the Professor, then I'll consider turning in." She made a face of annoyance and exited the Captain's ready room, ready for a long night.

 

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