History: "Programmed Evolution"

 

Programmed Evolution

Chapter 1: Interstellar Void

 

The Calypso soared through the interstellar void with the majesty of a technological colossus. Designed for long-range military missions, the spacecraft resembled an Earthly building with its layout of four interconnected levels. Its Alcubierre drive was a masterpiece of human engineering, allowing it to propel itself at ten times the speed of light, creating a distortion field that folded space around it. 

The fourth level, the highest of all, was the hub of the crew's daily life. It was home to the bridge, a large, bright space dominated by three-dimensional holograms and control stations that projected real-time data on the ship's position and its surroundings. A few steps away, the crew's individual bedrooms offered privacy and rest, while recreation rooms, a gym and even a swimming pool provided space to combat the tedium of the voyages. 

Below this level, on the third floor, were the cryogenic living quarters and maintenance rooms. The technological crown jewel of this level was the HighTech 601-S Cryopreservation Room, a sophisticated system designed to ensure the safe hibernation of the crew during long periods of inactivity. The long room housed thirty cryogenic containers or "pods," each equipped with advanced life support technology, constantly monitored by CIO-2, the artificial intelligence that governed the ship. 

The two lower levels served as cargo holds and operational spaces. In wartime, they could carry troops, military equipment and weapons; but on this mission, they housed geological exploration tools and detection systems for strategic minerals. Notable equipment included the PolarDark space shuttle, designed for complex landings, which housed a land rover adapted for hostile terrain, and four EVA (Extravehicular Exploration and Activity) vehicles with articulated arms for work outside the ship. 

In the corridors and compartments of the Calypso, one could see neutral-looking anthropomorphic robots, which assisted the humans in various auxiliary tasks. Scattered throughout the ship were small cylindrical robots, with articulated arms. When looking at them, they gave the impression of being small miniature drums. Their mission was to ensure the general maintenance and cleaning of the ship.

This entire ecosystem was overseen by CIO-2 (Cybernetic Intelligence Outflow 2), the AI ​​that controlled and optimized every critical function of the Calypso. When the crew was asleep in hibernation, CIO-2 took over command of the ship. Its presence was ubiquitous and efficient, a tireless entity that monitored every variable of the journey, from the atmospheric pressure in the cargo holds to the fluctuations in radiation surrounding the ship.

The Calypso mission was an ambitious expedition to the bulge of the Milky Way galaxy, a star-dense region that has been little studied due to its remoteness and complexity. The crew's primary objectives were to investigate the planets OGLE-2018-BLG-0677Lb and MOA-2011-BLG-293Lb, both discovered through gravitational microlensing and considered candidates for hosting habitable moons or moons with conditions conducive to life. 

From a scientific perspective, the mission sought to answer fundamental questions about the origin of the galaxy and the possible expansion of life. Additionally, scientists would evaluate the possibility of finding a celestial body suitable for terraforming.

From a military standpoint, the Calypso would map strategic minerals and generate star charts that would be vital for future human expeditions. Lasting a total of 27 years, the voyage represented not only a technological feat, but a commitment by humanity to exploration and knowledge.

The current mission clock read 12.5 years and the crew was in their awake period.

-"Estimated time to reach OGLE system: two Earth years."- CIO-2 reported, his typical calm voice echoing across the bridge. 

-"Perfect," murmured Brenda Ivanova, the Lieutenant in Command, as she looked at a three-dimensional hologram of the galactic system they were heading towards. OGLE-2018-BLG-0677Lb and MOA-2011-BLG-293Lb were just two bright points in an immense sea of ​​stars. 

Brenda was a woman of military bearing and iron determination. She led the mission with a mix of discipline and pragmatism. Although her love affair with Ralph Brown, the chief pilot, offered her human and emotional support, she did not allow her responsibilities to be compromised. 

Last night in the break room, the dim blue light cast soft shadows on the metal walls. Ralph sat in an armchair at a small table, holding a steaming cup. Brenda sat beside him, her expression distant and serene, staring out the window at the starry void. 

Ralph looked out with a slight smile, turning the cup in his hands. He said , "I'm always struck by how quiet space is. Like everything we left behind has lost its voice." 

Brenda replied after a few seconds - "It's strange, isn't it? Here in space, time seems to freeze, but there on Earth... the lives we leave behind keep moving forward. Contact becomes... more and more spaced out... I don't think we have much to say to each other anymore..." -

Ralph sighed . "I understand. My sister stopped writing to me a year ago. I guess it's hard to maintain a bond when time on Earth runs so differently than ours."

Brenda said with a touch of melancholy - "Do you think they will forget us completely? That one day we will be just a blurry memory in an old album..." - 

Ralph stroked her hand . "Maybe. But that's the price for choosing something different. For daring to seek something beyond the comforts of Earth." 

Brenda turned her head to look at him. "And what did we get, Ralph? Being here, floating in the void, far away from everything we know. Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it." 

Ralph attempted a smile, a little laden with nostalgia . "You've always been the pragmatic one, huh? To me, it's worth it. What other place puts you so close to the stars? What other life would have put me here, with you?" 

Brenda reflected , "At least we're together." 

Ralph replied with a serious look , "It's true, Brenda. If I didn't have you here, I probably would have gone crazy by now. Space can be crushingly lonely." 

Brenda nodded slowly . "I feel that way too. But sometimes, even with you, I miss Earth. The breeze on my face, the smells... The sound without the metallic echo of the ship..." 

Ralph said softly , "I know. But every time I think about what I left behind, I try to remember why I did it. Because I wanted something bigger. Something different. Sometimes I can't explain it. It's a sacrifice, yes, but I know for a fact why I chose it." 

Brenda sighed as she linked her hand with Ralph's . "Sometimes, I wonder if we're meant for this life. But other times... when we see something that no one has ever seen, when I feel like we're the first to see something, I understand why I chose it." 

The next morning, in full swing, the bridge seemed the center of frenetic activity. The crew was hard at work checking the ship's systems.

-"Two years," Ralph commented with a smile. "Enough time for Amanda to design a vaccine for boredom." 

Amanda Lindström was the medical scientist, checking the physical conditions of the crew. She looked up from a data pad to say, "If I do this, Ralph, you'll be my first test subject." 

The comment drew laughter from the crew, as Ralph shook his head in amusement. Amanda had won that round.

A little further back, co-pilot Richard Darren continued to review navigation readings, while Nidia Lagerfeld, the chief scientist, adjusted the holographic projector to show the galactic bulge of the Milky Way.

Brenda was concentrating on the screens with a cup of coffee in her right hand. She asked , "How are the readings going? I hope you're not distracted looking for the planet with the best view," she said, jokingly.

Amanda Lindström replied with a smile , "Of course not, Brenda. Ralph here insists that if we find a planet ready to terraform, the first thing we do is name it Brownland."

Ralph Brown laughed heartily - "Why not? It has a nice sound. Besides, you can't deny my contribution as lead pilot. Without me, we wouldn't even get to the bulb."

Brenda raised an eyebrow. "Well, Brownland... it's awful, Ralph. No offense. That name is officially off the list. Now let's get serious. Amanda, what do we have so far on the bulge? I'm really worried about radiation, you know? The galactic center is a hotbed of harmful radiation. I want data to know if the current shielding will protect us."

Amanda pointed at the hologram. "According to my readings, Branda, we'll be protected by our shielding. The galactic bulge is fascinating. You know, it's one of the oldest regions of our galaxy, very dense with stars and full of history. Many of these stars are red giants and white dwarfs, giving us clues about solar and planetary death. We're detecting a huge amount of interstellar dust. Our exploration will take full advantage of this opportunity to obtain first-hand data."

Ralph Brown asked with interest , "What about the planets? OGLE and MOA, right? Horrible names, by the way. Can't astronomers be a little more creative?" 

Amanda Lindström made a theatrical gesture : "Sorry if they're not as attractive as Brownlandia. OGLE-2018-BLG-0677Lb is a gas giant with several moons that may have oceans beneath their icy surface. MOA-2011-BLG-293Lb is more interesting; it looks like a super-Earth in the habitable zone. It could have an atmosphere and liquid water." 

Brenda Ivanova nodded . "Both objectives are priorities. But let's also remember that we're not here just to admire alien landscapes. Our military job is to map natural resources that may be useful for future colonies or stations." 

Amanda raised an eyebrow . “So we have to go looking for space gold? Or something more exciting?”

Ralph looked at her amused. "How about fuel for the Alcubierre engines? A cache of exotic antiprotons and positrons would be great. And if we find some gold, we could fund Brownland."

Brenda shook her head in amusement. "Don't get excited, Ralph. What we really need are rare compounds: titanium, helium-3, maybe even traces of antimatter for your engines. Resources that can sustain long missions or establish infrastructure." 

Amanda said thoughtfully , "And terraforming? That's the big question. Finding a suitable celestial object, with an atmosphere, some water, and a decent rotation, would be the holy grail of exploration. Terraforming is still a long and expensive process, but it has allowed us to have colonies on distant planets."

Ralph shrugged . "Hey, if we find a planet that's already ready, who needs to terraform?" 

Brenda smiled wryly . "Of course, Ralph, because habitable planets are as common as coffee on the bridge." 

Dr. Lindström laughed in amusement . "If we find one, you can claim it for humanity... after giving it a decent name." 

Ralph feigned indignation . “How unfair. Well, at least I can make sure we get there in time to discuss it.” 

Brenda stood up - "Alright, team, keep dreaming of perfect planets. But remember, our duty is to explore, learn and be ready for anything. Calypso doesn't just carry dreams, it also carries responsibility." - 

Amanda observed in a light tone. -"And coffee. Don't forget it."- 

Brenda Ivanova raised her cup - "The true fuel of the universe." 

The galactic bulb's holographic display continued to glow, but the lightness faded when CIO-2 announced: 

-"Anomaly detected. Artificial signals coming from a wandering object 0.2 light years from our current position."- 

Attention on the bridge immediately focused on the monitors. A hologram of the object appeared, showing a dark, lonely planet, lost in the void of stars. It orbited no sun, but emitted a series of rhythmic signals that seemed to follow a complex mathematical pattern. 

-"CIO, do you confirm an intelligent origin?"- Brenda asked, now in a serious tone. 

-"Probability of intelligent origin: 97.4%"- CIO-2 responded. 

The bridge fell silent for a moment as everyone processed the information. The possibility of encountering an advanced civilization was both exciting and terrifying. 

-"This could be our chance to make first contact," Amanda said excitedly. 

-"And also of making the first mistake," Brenda replied. -"We have to follow the protocols. We don't know what or who is there. They could be friendly or not..." 

Tensions began to build among the crew, as tempers were divided between Brenda's caution and Amanda's enthusiasm. Meanwhile, the Calypso adjusted its course, closing in on the rogue planet and a mystery that could potentially change the fate of the mission.

 

Programmed Evolution

Chapter 2: First Contact

Everyone on the Calypso's bridge was silent, only the constant hum of computers and the mechanics of maintenance robots could be heard. Attention was focused on the main screens, which showed images of the planet.

Lieutenant Brenda Ivanova watched the preliminary survey reports scrolling rapidly across the screens. The cameras showed that it was not a planet at all, but something far more enigmatic.

—"CIO-2, activate protective shields and defensive systems" Ivanova ordered in a firm voice.

The AI's voice, soft and modulated, responded immediately. "Electromagnetic shields at 100%, defense systems ready and operational. No immediate threats detected, Lieutenant. I suggest maintaining caution and alert status."

Ivanova nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “I want a strategy and suggestions for a safe approach.”

—"I recommend deploying robotic probes for an initial inspection and activating thermographic and ultrasound scans to detect systems. The probes could be positioned as satellites in polar and equatorial orbits. This would allow a complete analysis of the structure, as well as continuous monitoring of its energy emissions, Lieutenant."— CIO-2's voice was methodical, almost reassuring.

Ivanova crossed her arms thoughtfully. “Do it. Launch three probes and let them begin the analysis.”

Within minutes, probes were launched from the ship's lower bay. Calypso had matched course and trajectory with the planetoid. Ivanova watched in silence as the robotic probes moved toward the mysterious object. Data began to arrive almost immediately.

—"The structure is artificial, Lieutenant," CIO-2 reported after processing the first results. —"It is a metallic shell of colossal proportions, composed of alloys that do not completely match any known material. The ship's energy sources suggest ancient systems, possibly millennia old. There is a small base radiation that suggests atomic energy propulsion."

Amanda Lindström adjusted her glasses . “This is incredible. Such an object could be a living archive of a lost civilization. Any signs of biological activity?”

—"Biological life is detected, but its movements are limited to small habitats. The biological beings do not seem to be in command of the ship. I have nothing conclusive, Dr. Lindström." — CIO-2 said. —"The rhythmic communications we detected earlier have revealed a complex mathematical system. It could be an alphabetical sequence or a code emitted to indicate how to proceed to communicate with the planetoid." —

Ivanova exchanged a glance with Ralph Brown, who was manning the navigation controls . “Any opinions?” he asked.

"If this is an attempt at communication, we should respond," Amanda said excitedly.

—"What if it isn't? It could be a trap to attract the unwary," Richard Darren, the second pilot, intervened. —"This planetoid doesn't exactly inspire confidence."

CIO-2 interrupted , "Attention, Lieutenant Ivanova. I have identified an ideographic alphabet that shares similarities with the Nsibidi system used on Earth. The emissions suggest a communication frequency that could be used for an exchange of messages. I am prepared to serve as a translator if you so desire."

Ivanova turned to the center of the bridge, looking at her companions. "CIO-2, summon the entire crew to the bridge. I want to hear everyone's opinions before deciding on the next steps."

The eight awake crew members were present. They were all high-ranking officers, forming a semi-circle in front of the main screen, which showed the enigmatic shell in detail.

—"Gentlemen, what we have here could be the most important discovery in the history of mankind," Ivanova began. —"But it could also be an imminent danger. We need to decide whether we try to communicate."

—"I think we should try it," Amanda said. —"This is a unique opportunity. If they want to communicate, it could be our best chance to understand their intentions."

—"I agree," said Nidia Lagerfeld, the chief scientist. "The risk is high, but this is a military ship with defenses. Plus the learning potential far outweighs the risk. This may be our only chance of contact."

Ralph Brown frowned. “What if this is bait? We don’t know what’s inside that structure. Ivanova, we should keep a safe distance.”

—"Why not send a series of short messages first and gauge their response?" Olga Petrova suggested.

Ivanova nodded slowly. “Okay. CIO-2, use the frequency you identified to send a standard greeting message. Keep it as simple and straightforward as possible. Use unambiguous symbols.”

The first message was transmitted. The room waited in tense silence until, after a few minutes, a reply came.

—"Lieutenant, the message contains patterns that confirm the presence of an intelligence. They suggest that the shell is inhabited or controlled by a conscious entity. They invite a delegation to visit them."- CIO-2 reported.

The bridge erupted in murmurs. Ivanova raised a hand to calm the crew . “Do you have any details about this invitation?” the Lieutenant asked.

—"Yes. It's a request for technical assistance. It seems that the colony that inhabits this planetoid ship has a problem with its systems or computers. They provided coordinates for a landing zone and details about a safe entry system to the ship. I don't detect any signs of hostility in the message."— CIO-2 responded.

Ivanova walked over to the screen, her gaze fixed on the shell . “Prepare for a possible contact mission. Ralph, you will remain in command of the Calypso. Roger, coordinate the PolarDark shuttle to go to the planetoid. Amanda, you will come with me and Roger. Olga, Nidia, Stefano, Roger, stay here to monitor. Be alert. This could be a trap.”

As the team prepared, CIO-2 interrupted in an unusually enthusiastic tone . "Lieutenant, I suggest maximizing interaction. This encounter could redefine our understanding of the universe."

Ivanova looked at her curiously . "Your suggestions are useful, CIO-2. I will take them into consideration." Turning to the crew, she said , "Stefano, Roger, check our AI programs. I want to make sure their programs have not been compromised by the alien transmission."

After a thorough review of CIO-2 programs, no tampering was found.

Ivanova addressed the team . "We are entering the unknown. Keep your eyes open. There is no room for error."

The shell of the planetoid glowed in the distance, revealing a riddle that promised answers... or threats.

Brenda Ivanova called the scientific team together. They gathered in a room near the Calypso’s bridge. A three-dimensional projection of the rogue planet floated in the air, showing details of the alien megastructure.

Ivanova said , "You are the supporting scientists on this mission. Since the scientific expedition to the planet Faroud-C2044 in the Adhara system of the Canis Major galaxy and the subsequent rescue of the Benfold from the planet TOI-733b, humanity has known about the existence of alien civilizations. But today we are about to take the first step in contacting extraterrestrial beings. We are in uncharted territory, and I want us to analyze all the variables before we take the next step. How do we establish communication with these... whatever they are? And, more importantly, how do we ensure our safety in case of physical contact?" 

Dr. Lindström was the first to speak . "First, I think we should prioritize health. If we really enter that structure, we should go in fully sealed suits. And we should not open them. We don't know if there are alien microorganisms that can affect us. Even a simple virus could be devastating for them or for us."

Petrova, the group's geologist, said: "I agree. Plus, we'll probably need to test air and surface samples before any direct exposure. Not just for biological reasons, but to make sure there are no toxic materials or unknown reagents. Early surveys suggest radiation leaks from a suspected nuclear engine. Small, but a leak nonetheless." 

The lieutenant replied. "Understood. That will limit the meeting to the oxygen supply we carry individually in each suit. Until we analyze the composition of the atmosphere and its asepsis. What else?"

Petrologist Grubert stepped in. "Let's not forget about power, Lieutenant. That structure could be using sources we don't even understand. If they've been in operation for millennia, how stable are they? Not only do we have to be careful about radiation as Olga Petrova said, but we should secure the Calypso against an unintended incident or accident." 

Brenda Ivanova nodded . "We'll park the Calypso at a safe distance and with the shields active, as it is now."

Lagerfeld, the chief scientist, opined . -"Well, about communication, I've been thinking about the mathematical sequence that CIO-2 sent. It's promising that we can use a pattern-based communication system. But we must remember that there is a possibility that CIO-2 may have misinterpreted the communication symbols."- 

Ivanova asked , "CIO-2. What is the margin of error according to your analysis?"

The AI ​​responded meekly . "I estimate a 5% margin of error in my interpretations, Lieutenant."

Brenda turned to Lagerfeld —"You heard. What do you suggest, Nidia?" 

Lagerfeld   responded: "Let's start communication with simple concepts. Let's keep communication minimal. We don't want to overwhelm them or give more information than necessary. And vice versa."

Everyone nodded at that reasoning.

Amanda Lindström elaborated. "And if there are any doubts, let's not speak out. We might inadvertently send something that they don't understand or, worse, interpret as hostile." 

Petrova nodded at that observation. "That's why we have to be cautious in how we respond. But I want to get back to the security issue. What if that invitation is a trap?" 

Stefano Grubert said , "Exactly. We know nothing about their intentions. I suggest they carry weapons. As a defensive measure if something goes wrong..." He did not finish his sentence. 

Lagerfeld frowned . “I’m not sure. Weapons? It could send the wrong message. They might see us as aggressors rather than peaceful explorers.”

Ivanova was adamant : "I will not put anyone in unnecessary danger. Weapons will be taken, but they will be kept hidden from view. They will be our last resort." 

Lindström asked , "And how do we plan to handle the reaction to a possible attack, physical or biological?" 

Ivanova said , "The delegation will be wearing state-of-the-art isolation suits. As for defense, CIO-2 will be in charge of monitoring any hostile signals. Inside the alien ship, we will use a code word that if any of the three of us pronounces when detecting something suspicious, it will cause us to draw our weapons and evacuate immediately with the help of CIO-2." She paused before issuing an order to the AI , "CIO-2. I want you to infiltrate the alien ship's systems and determine if it is possible to take control of the airlocks, doors, and locks of the security compartments so that you can open an exit route in the event of an emergency or attack."

CIO-2 replied , "I'll get right to it, Lieutenant."

Lagerfeld asked uneasily : "What if they want to communicate face to face? They might see it as a gesture of trust."

Ivanova replied with a frown - "That will be assessed after first contact. I will not expose my crew without a clear picture."

CIO-2 interrupted the dialogue - "Excuse the intrusion, but I have identified contact protocols based on extrapolated simulations. I suggest emitting a harmonic sequence that reflects peaceful intentions before entry. In addition, I can operate as a real-time translator." - 

Petrova raised an eyebrow . “What if you’re wrong?” 

CIO-2 analyzed -"There is always a margin of error. However, the probability of success increases significantly if we use universal patterns and keep our interactions controlled."- 

Ivanova said looking at everyone -"Then it's official. For the log, as I said before, the human delegation will consist of Amanda Lindström Medical Scientist, Roger Haines Astronaut and myself, Lieutenant Branda Ivanova. We will approach, establish initial contact through CIO-2 and evaluate their response. But let's be clear: we prioritize our safety and that of the ship. Any objections?"-

Grubert said with a smile , "I just hope they don't invite them to dinner. They could be on the menu." 

Amanda Lindström smiled - "If that happens, I hope they have some good wine to accompany it."

Ivanova replied in good humor - "Very funny, guys. Now, let's get ready. We are entering uncharted territory, and I don't want any unpleasant surprises." 

The team nodded, aware of the risks. As they dispersed, the tension in the air was palpable, but there was also   excitement about what could be the most important discovery in human history.

Programmed Evolution

Chapter 3: Eternal Guardians

The PolarDark shuttle lifted off from the Calypso with deep vibrations that resonated throughout the bowels of the main ship. Brenda Ivanova watched the planetoid through the small porthole, with Amanda Lindström at her side adjusting the portable sensors, while Roger operated the flight controls. CIO-2, the translator and artificial intelligence system integrated into their suits, transmitted in real time the messages of the aliens and the human responses.

On the planetoid's mottled, grayish surface, a system of lights began to flicker, outlining a perfect circle.

"There's our landing zone," Brenda announced calmly, her fingers gripping the armrest.

Roger, the pilot, nodded and began the descent with the precision of a surgeon.

"I hope those lights are more than just a welcome sight," he commented, as the shuttle adjusted its speed.

"If they wanted us dead, they would have tried from space already," Amanda replied, although her tone did not hide a certain uneasiness.

When they touched down, the shuttle released a small cloud of fine dust that quickly dissipated into the vacuum. When the hatch opened, a delegation of three humanoid robots was waiting for them.

One of them emitted a message that was intercepted and translated by CIO-2 into the helmets of the Earth astronauts. A dull metallic voice could be heard, amplified by the built-in speaker. —"Welcome."— One of the three robots that greeted them was slightly ahead. It was angular and stylized in design, a few centimeters taller than the others.

CIO-2 translated another message — "We are the Custodians of Eternity. We travel aimlessly through this galaxy."

The robots guided them to an access chamber. They entered.

One of the robots emitted a message - "We have adapted the atmosphere for you."

Brenda turned to Amanda, who was already analyzing the atmospheric data.

Dr. Lindström said , "Nitrogen 78.08%. Oxygen 20.95%. Argon 0.93%. Carbon dioxide 0.035%." Amanda looked up , "It's respirable. And aseptic."

Brenda nodded, undoing the clasps on her helmet.

—"Ready?"— He asked, looking at his companions. In unison, they removed their helmets and breathed the alien air for the first time.  

The tallest robot had plates of a quartz-like material that reflected the pale light of the stars; it introduced itself to Ivanova as Förare. It said, “We have been on a mission for about three thousand human years. Our mission is to collect and catalog life forms within this galaxy, which we call ‘Luminara Prime’ and according to what your computer said, you call ‘Milky Way.’”

The robots were friendly, and seemingly harmless.

They had lost contact with their creators through an unfortunate incident. About a thousand years ago, the ship   had been caught in a solar storm near the center of the galaxy. In that storm, they suffered a catastrophic failure in the data support systems of their central memory, which was unprotected due to insufficient shielding. This incident meant that they were unable   to access files essential to their mission.

The robot identified as Förare explained, "In the failure of our central memory, we lost part of our history. We know that in our initial programming, there were instructions to return to our home planet, but now we don't know exactly where in the galaxy it is located. Perhaps you can help us?"

Roger raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have a data backup?” He asked, puzzled, as the AI ​​immediately translated.

Förare seemed to hesitate, as if considering the answer. “As you see, we are robots. Our programming is limited. The storage system uses what you would call ‘magnetism-based memories.’ It is durable, but its capacity and reliability were compromised by the radiation from the solar storm.” – He paused briefly for a couple of seconds – “We are in real trouble. Our units must be periodically repaired for wear and tear. And their memories must be rewritten. New programs for our brains allow us to evolve over time into more intelligent units, to become androids with self-awareness and determination. But a part of those programs are in the information affected by the storm. If we cannot recover them, simply a part of our population will not be able to repair itself and will quickly die. The rest will fail over time. And this small world you see now will end its existence.” – 

Roger leaned over to Amanda and Brenda and said , "From what you're saying, it's primitive technology. They basically have to alter the magnetism of minerals to encode information, similar to the magnetic hard drives humanity used centuries ago. It's likely that solar wind radiation has misaligned the magnetic fields."

—"Can you help us fix it?" Förare intervened, with what almost seemed like a hint of desperation in his mechanical voice.

Roger frowned. “Maybe, but I need to examine their storage units.”

Förare had a read-write unit brought in from the central Storage system. They let Roger Haines analyze it closely, waiting patiently for a response.

After a few minutes, Roger finally said with a smile on his lips. -"I would never have imagined it. It seems that the data reading systems have broken down, not the information."- He showed an unusual joy.

Brenda asked , "What are you trying to tell us, Roger?"

Haines responded optimistically , "The information may be preserved. Only the reading system seems to be affected." He pointed to the unit he was analyzing . "I could try replacing the reading units with a mini compass system that reads the orientation of the magnetic field. And then, with a transducer, convert the magnetic orientations into readable data. A bit of simple electronics. Primitive electronics."

Amanda turned to Förare to ask, "Your data storage system would probably be unworkable on our planet due to the presence of natural magnetic fields. Do you know if your home planet had magnetic fields? That could explain why this technology was suitable for you at the time."

Förare shook his head slowly. “That knowledge was lost in the storm. It may be in the archives, if we can recover it.”

The Custodians led the three visitors into the interior of the megastructure. The vast halls echoed with metallic sounds. Some halls resembled vast zoos with pressurized cages with individual atmospheres. Instead of bars, large windows made of a glass-like material allowed a view of the sheltered and isolated specimens. From microorganisms floating in capsules of transparent liquid, to large creatures that seemed to be in some state of suspended hibernation.

Förare explained that this was all part of their original mission. “Our programming drives us to continue collecting, but we have no ultimate purpose for our expedition. At some point, we will run out of space in the cargo hold. And we don’t know where to return to take our precious cargo.”

—"They need a final destination to complete their mission."— Brenda murmured. —"They need a purpose."—

The corridors of the megastructure were a labyrinth of geometric lines, lit by a constant, cold glow emanating from panels in the ceiling. Ivanova led the small human group while Amanda and Roger followed. Förare, the Custodians' chief delegate, walked beside Ivanova, while other robots escorted them at a respectful distance. The air, though breathable and aseptic, had a barely perceptible metallic scent.

-"If we access your main memory without altering anything, we might be able to better understand what happened after the solar storm," Ivanova explained . "We won't interfere with your programming. We're just trying to diagnose the problem with your system."

Förare tilted her head, in what seemed to be a gesture of deliberation. Her luminous eyes blinked twice before she answered. "I'm afraid we Custodians are divided. Some, like Kalis, believe that accepting outside assistance will compromise the integrity of our information. However, my group is inclined to allow them to study our system, as long as our information is respected. Unfortunately, we lack the creativity to generate a solution to our problem."

Roger, who was walking a couple of steps behind, looked up to ask, "How extensive is the main memory? " 

-"We are heading there. It occupies a central space in our structure, approximately three levels below the current one."- Förare replied helpfully. -"However, the critical information stored there is fragmentary since the incident."- 

At that moment, CIO-2's voice echoed through the individual headsets of the human suits. "Brenda, Roger, Amanda. I recommend avoiding divulging any information related to colonized human planets or the location of the Earth's solar system. Current security protocol requires it." 

The astronauts nodded discreetly, adjusting their communicators. "Understood, CIO-2," they murmured.

The main memory room was a dome filled with cylindrical structures that looked like towers of black glass. A network of fluorescent wires connected each cylinder to a central core. Förare stood at the entrance, while another robot, more compact but with glowing red eyes, watched them from a corner.

-"It's Kalis," Förare announced. "He's here to guard the entrance."

Kalis came closer, his movements more abrupt than Förare's . "Human Ivanova," he said . "Any mishandling of our information will be considered an assault."

Ivanova remained calm, showing her palms in a gesture of friendly openness. -"We are not here to manipulate anything, just to understand the flaw in your system. If this allows you to find your critical programs, then our mission will also be a success."-

Roger stepped forward, holding a magnetic analyzer in his hand . “May I?” He asked, pointing at one of the crystal towers. Förare nodded, while Kalis watched every move like a hawk.

After a couple of hours of analysis, Roger snapped his device shut and let out a sigh. “It’s fascinating. They’re using a technology based on magnetism. It’s different than what was used on Earth. It’s probably incredibly resistant to vacuum and time, but…” He paused, looking at Ivanova. “The solar wind radiation misaligned the magnetic detectors. Basically, their system can’t read the data properly.”

Amanda frowned. "Can we help you?"

-"I think so. I can try. Fortunately, electronics are similar to human electronics. I'll try to give it a creative approach. As I told you, I can design an alternative reading system using something similar to a terrestrial compass. A transducer could interpret the magnetic poles to translate them into zeros and ones."-

Kalis snorted, or made a sound that seemed like one. "They speak of simple solutions to problems that have challenged our existence for two millennia. What if their method destroys what little remains of our memory?"

-"That's why we won't do anything without your approval," Ivanova interrupted firmly . "Our purpose here is to help, not to impose."

Kalis's red eyes glowed brightly, but Förare interceded before he could respond. "I propose that we analyze the feasibility of your proposal. If it is safe, perhaps we can record the procedure for repairing damaged units."

-"Sure. That would increase their knowledge of self-repair. In the meantime, we could keep communications open between our ships," Amanda added. -"That way no one will make hasty decisions."

Roger looked at the cylinders again, intrigued. "By the way... you know about magnetism, then..." he said, turning to Förare. "Why don't you know how to develop compasses? It's a basic technology in our history." 

Förare blinked for a moment, as if processing the question. "We don't know about that technology. Maybe it was never needed on our world. Or... maybe that information is among what was lost in the solar storm."

Roger exchanged a glance with Ivanova . “That explains a lot,” he muttered. “Maybe their home planet didn’t even have a stable magnetic field to protect them from solar winds. Is their civilization underground?”

-"We don't know," Förare replied.

-"For now, let's focus on the immediate," Ivanova cut in. -"Let's move forward without creating more internal tensions."

As the Custodians debated amongst themselves, the humans retreated, leaving behind the crystal towers and a sense of intrigue in the air. The differences between Förare and Kalis were palpable, and each decision brought them closer to a crossroads: help a civilization that did not fully trust them or keep a prudent distance.

 

Programmed Evolution

Chapter 4: Consciousness and Purpose

Roger was fine-tuning the experimental transducer to a damaged data core readout unit. The dim blue light in the room reflected his concentration as bits of information began to flow into his console.

-"This should do it," he muttered to himself, before turning to Brenda and Amanda, who were watching from the other end of the module. -"The first data is being decoded, but it will be a slow process."

At that moment, CIO-2's voice interrupted the task. -"Lieutenant Ivanova, I have identified a problem in the Custodians' central algorithms. The algorithms that are primitive versions of their brains are complete. But the algorithms that allow them to develop a form of consciousness and perhaps emotions are corrupted. Only the primitive patterns are ready to be implanted in the robotic units that are repaired."-

Amanda dropped the computer she was holding. "Are you sure about that, CIO-2?" 

-"Absolutely, Lieutenant. The old algorithms are the originals. If you upload those programs, they will devolve. The new programs allow for the ability to interpret events, anticipate consequences, and question orders, suggesting an evolving level of self-awareness. The problem is that they are corrupt. They lack the ethical rules that allow them to initiate the evolution of consciousness." 

Brenda crossed her arms, a worried expression on her face. "That poses a problem. If they choose to upload the old copies, it will interfere with their evolutionary development, but it will allow them to fulfill their original mission. They would serve a purpose, but it would be the purpose of their creators."

Amanda shook her head, clearly perturbed. "Of course it's a monumental ethical dilemma, Brenda. On the one hand, their original mission could be crucial to those who sent them into space. On the other hand, if a portion of them are now conscious beings, reprogramming themselves would be equivalent to erasing their current evolving identity." 

Roger, still focused on the data, glanced at them. "What about their free will? Don't they have the right to choose their own alternatives?"

Hours later, Förare and Kalis were invited to discuss the matter. The improvised meeting room was buzzing with some tension.

Förare spoke calmly. "We understand that you are concerned about our evolution. We are too. For these three centuries, our mission was clear: to collect resources and protect this ship. But over time, a part of us has evolved with the new programming. And our race has begun to wonder why we are there. The purpose of our very existence." 

Kalis, more pragmatic, chimed in. "The original mission no longer defines us. We have adapted. We have learned. And now we face the same question that biological beings face: Should we force ourselves to fulfill a purpose outside our consciousness, or does our future require embracing who we are now?" 

CIO-2 projected a hologram of the data so far retrieved by Roger's system into the center of the room. Star maps, code patterns, and fragmented Custodian records floated in the air.

CIO-2 said , "The central question is whether they want to be self-aware or feel an obligation to fulfill their original mission. They have the right to self-determination."

Amanda opined , "This is a unique time for you as a robotic civilization. You can remain robots or become self-determining androids. We humans could help you in the process. We can complete the affected programs by including ethical rules. In a way, it is about sharing with you what we have learned as a civilization. Helping you find a renewed purpose, rather than tying you to a past that you no longer fully understand." 

-"We don't want to be controlled," Förare replied. -"Are you offering us knowledge or imposing a human perspective?" 

-"We offer options, you determine which path your own community should take," Brenda clarified. -"The decision should be yours."

That night, the human crew argued intensely in the Calypso's command room.

Roger was direct. "We don't know what the consequences of allowing these Guardians to evolve further may be. They could become a threat to any civilization they encounter." 

Amanda replied determinedly. -"We ourselves have evolved from similar challenges. We will engrave the ethics that have defined humanity. The question is, can we regress from human ethics? Is all evolution always a positive change? I don't know if anyone has answers for that." 

Brenda, who had been listening in silence, said, "There is something more important here. And it's not just about them, it's about us. How we decide to intervene in the self-determination of a new way of life. If we can't respect their self-determination, how can we expect them to respect us?" 

Förare and Kalis were deliberating with the Custodian community on their planetoid-ship. Förare expressed a concern that had been brewing for some time. -"If we accept human help to complete the ethical rules, will we still be ourselves? Or will we become something shaped by human civilization?"- 

Kalis mused . "Evolution is inevitable. Perhaps accepting its knowledge will allow us to make better decisions for our species." 

The Calypso conference room was filled with a charged atmosphere. Brenda, Amanda and Roger had gathered with CIO-2 to address the most complex question since their arrival on the planetoid-ship: what defined self-awareness in an artificial intelligence? 

Amanda was musing as she placed her hands on the table. "If we're going to accept that the Custodians are self-aware, we need to understand what makes a system cross that line into a set of rules. It's not enough to say that they question or feel something resembling emotions. That could just be a sophisticated algorithm." 

Roger snorted, looking up from a report. "Sophisticated algorithm? Amanda, what you describe is exactly what we are. The human brain is an extremely complex biological network, but it is still a system based on chemical and electrical reactions. Our primitive brain is shaped by the cortex. It is there that the ethical programming that marks our evolution resides." 

-"So, you mean that any sufficiently complex system could be conscious?" Brenda intervened, her tone mixing interest and skepticism. 

Roger nodded slowly. “Potentially, yes. But there are essential components: the ability to perceive itself as an individual entity, to process experiences, and to anticipate a self-defined future. If a system can do that, who are we to deny it conscious status?” 

CIO-2 projected a hologram in the center of the table. It showed a schematic diagram of the Custodians and their data cores. 

-"My analysis suggests that Custodians meet at least two of the three criteria outlined by Roger. They can process experiences and anticipate consequences, but evidence of self-perception is limited."- 

Amanda rubbed her forehead, trying to gather her thoughts. "But self-perception isn't just 'knowing' yourself. It's the ability to evaluate one's own purpose and question it. So far, we've only met Förare and Kalis, who have demonstrated something similar. What about the rest?" 

Brenda took a sip of coffee before answering. "So, self-awareness is a spectrum? Could we be observing an emerging, but not fully formed, form of consciousness?" 

Amanda proposed a more philosophical approach. "What I think we're really arguing about here is the meaning of consciousness itself. Is it just functionality? Or does it include values, ethics, and autonomous decisions?" 

Brenda pointed to a console that represented CIO-2. "CIO-2, what do you think? If you had the power to decide, what would you do with the Custodians?" 

CIO-2 responded after a calculated pause. "My primary function is to assist and protect the crew. However, based on your discussions and the available data, I would say that consciousness implies the freedom to define one's own purpose. But at the same time, to evaluate the environment and other beings. One's own purpose must not inflict harm on others. The rules that consciousness creates for acting must be supported by an ethical code that sets limits for freedom. The Custodians seem to be at the beginning of that process. But they need rules to guide them in their growth." 

Roger leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "That's nice in theory, but it could be dangerous in practice. If they gain full control of their evolution, they might see us as a threat. Self-awareness doesn't guarantee ethics if we don't help them build it." 

Amanda said , "Maybe we're approaching this from the wrong perspective. It's not just about whether they're conscious, but what kind of society they want to build. And how do we approach that problem? Guide them by pointing out the pros and cons of each alternative, or share what we know from our own history, what might be the best path. But they must make the final decision. I vote for reprogramming their ethical engine with the human aspects that helped our evolution." 

Brenda nodded slowly. "So we agree that the Keepers need tools, not limits. But we must be clear: we cannot impose our vision of what it means to be conscious." 

Roger sighed, looking at both women. "I suppose that applies to us as well. Whatever we decide, it will be a reflection of who we are as a species." 

CIO-2 turned off the hologram as he said , "Maybe it's not just a debate about them. It's a reminder that evolution, whether human or artificial, is always under construction."

After several days of debate, the Calypso science group, together with CIO-2, recreated the ethical rules that were missing from the Custodians' initial programming, and recorded them in their files according to what they had agreed upon with Förare and Kalis.

Activity inside the planetoid ship was incessant. In one of the cavernous assembly halls, older robots worked with methodical precision. Their metal limbs welded, calibrated and assembled components, building new units that seemed more agile, with circuits designed to withstand the passage of time and algorithms that, according to Förare, allowed them to “think beyond what is programmed . ” 

Roger watched from an elevated platform alongside Amanda as a newly completed unit activated its sensors for the first time. 

-"This is fascinating," Roger commented . "They are building versions of themselves that are not only better physically, but mentally by including self-awareness algorithms."

Amanda crossed her arms as she looked at the robots. "Self-awareness without direction can be dangerous, Roger. It's like giving a child a fusion drive without explaining how to use it. I hope we've planned all the rules to allow them to evolve without conflict. We humans have acted as guides for the custodians." 

Roger raised an eyebrow. "I hope the rules are universal enough that we don't have to impose our own value system on them. It's important that they follow their own evolutionary path." 

Amanda glanced at him. "If you don't understand basic concepts like cooperation, ethics, the consequences of your actions, and above all, if you don't respect other beings, how can a civilization make responsible decisions? We've given you tools to discover it for yourself." 

That same afternoon, Amanda relayed the news to Brenda in the Calypso meeting room. 

-"We restore the ethical rules in the collective memory of the Custodians. Self-awareness will make you completely autonomous, worthy of self-determination."- Amanda began, leaning on the desk. -"The code of ethics gained from our knowledge and our evolution will allow you to generate self-determined paths and find a new purpose on your own. It will not be immediate... it will require evolution and time, but it will be yours. No wars, no destruction. I trust that it will be a painless evolutionary leap."- 

Brenda seemed satisfied. “Did you ever imagine sharing with an alien civilization the ethics developed over millennia of human history? Throughout our history we have generated countless ideas, tried millions of paths, and analyzed countless mistakes. Amanda, we have just interfered evolutionarily with a civilization.” Ivanova paused. “That is a huge achievement. I wonder where their evolution will go.”

CIO-2 intervened in his calculated tone. "I think it will grow. Human evolution, despite some temporary setbacks, ended up evolving through real economic, territorial and ethical growth. Growth is the natural biological order as far as humans are concerned. I am optimistic about the evolution of these androids. Crises will be inevitable, because crises allow for evolutionary leaps." 

Brenda was still not convinced. "What if they decide their purpose is to conquer the human race? We've seen how self-awareness can generate unexpected ambitions." 

Amanda replied calmly, thoughtfully. "Then we will have failed to teach them something fundamental like the importance of mutual respect, evolutionary empathy. And it will be a temporary setback. I believe that we cannot allow ourselves to be paralyzed by fear. If a civilization has the capacity to learn, it must be given the opportunity to do so through its own determination. With firm ethical rules, of course. And rest assured that we did our best with the Custodians. "

Roger entered the room at that moment, with an air of enthusiasm. “Their most advanced algorithms are already starting to show rudimentary ethical patterns. Förare told me that they are discussing internally about disambiguating what it means to ‘cause harm’. I think knowledge sharing will accelerate that evolution.” 

The rules for the module had been carefully selected: basic principles of ethics, excerpts from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and Biological Organisms of the Federation, examples of cooperation in science and art, and, at Roger's insistence, a brief summary of the history of human space exploration. 

In the central core of the Custodians' ship,   Kalis turned to Amanda with a mix of curiosity and caution in his movements. "Why did you do this for us?" he asked in a voice that seemed free of malice . "You had no obligation." 

Amanda smiled softly.  "Yes, we had an obligation. It's an ethical rule that you must learn. Knowledge obliges the one who knows to help the one who doesn't. Every living being has obligations to another living being. To protect the weak. To help and assist those who need it. To respect their rights. Like you, humans are explorers. And we would not have managed to survive as a race or expand without understanding that life, freedom and self-determination are the essence of any existence. Ethical humans believe that any form of life deserves the opportunity to find its purpose." 

Förare, who was present, nodded slowly, processing the words and the intention behind them. “Then, we will learn. We will evolve. But I promise you this: we will not forget where this opportunity came from.” 

The results of the transmission would not be immediate. The robots would begin to discuss among themselves in a more sophisticated manner, incorporating new ethical concepts into their decisions. 

Brenda watched uneasily. "What do you think they'll do when they find their purpose?" she asked Amanda. 

Amanda looked at Förare, who was showing a younger unit a graphical representation of the nearby stars. "They will decide for themselves. And that is the essence of existence. They will go from being advanced robots to self-determined androids." 

The central panel of the Calypso's command room lit up with a three-dimensional projection. The vast network of stars and nebulas spread out before the crew, their trajectories traced with millimetric precision. Roger, visibly excited, adjusted the controls to zoom in on a specific region. 

-"It works!"- he exclaimed. -"The reading of ancient data from the Custodians has been successful. We have managed to restore part of the oldest star maps of the planetoid ship. Look at this. These trajectories show routes dating back two millennia. It's like unearthing the history of an entire civilization!"- 

Brenda came closer, watching cautiously. "It's impressive, but... don't you find it strange that there's no reference to the origin of these maps? No starting point, no mention of who created them." 

Amanda, leaning over the controls, frowned. "Maybe it's intentional. Think about it: if this ship and its Custodians were sent into space for a purpose, but their creators wanted to avoid being tracked... it makes sense to remove any trace of their original location. Maybe they planned to find them at some point in the future." 

CIO-2, who had been silently processing the information, interrupted. “That hypothesis has merit. Avoiding discovery could be a preventative measure against external threats. However, it could also imply that its purpose was not dependent on its point of origin, but on its ability to adapt and evolve away from it.” 

The central room of the megastructure was filled with a soft light, emanating from the polished metal walls and the holographic projections that Förare and Kalis had prepared. The oldest and newly assembled Custodians were gathered in a circle, watching the humans of the Calypso intently. The air seemed heavy with solemnity. 

Förare stepped forward, her voice echoing harmoniously. “We have wandered for three millennia in the emptiness of space, collecting resources, running algorithms, and fulfilling functions we did not fully understand. Now, thanks to your help and the ability to analyze our own purpose, we have reached this new stage.” 

Kalis continued. "We recognize ourselves as a new form of life. Not as instruments of a forgotten mission. We are a nascent civilization, and we have decided to establish our roots in some planetary system suitable to our characteristics. One where we can thrive as what we are." 

Brenda exchanged a glance with Amanda, who smiled slightly. Roger, arms crossed, broke the silence. "Are you saying you're going to stop being nomads?" 

Förare nodded gently. “That’s right. We don’t need breathable atmospheres or fragile ecosystems. We can build our colonies on inhospitable planets, expanding without competing for resources needed by other species. And we commit to a non-aggression pact with other civilizations.”   

Amanda said. "It's an admirable decision. You're creating a future for yourselves. It's... hopeful." 

Finally, the Calypso left the orbit of the megastructure. From the screens in the command room, Amanda watched as the immense artifact faded into the distance. 

"How do you see it now, in retrospect, Amanda?" Brenda asked, moving closer. 

“It’s strange,” Dr. Lindström replied. “The Custodians came here thinking we could help them find definitive answers, but now we have more questions. Still, I feel like we’ve all learned something invaluable.” " 

Roger, from the console, gave his opinion. "This experience was a reminder of the potential that forms of intelligence, organic or not, have." 

The interrupted journey to the Galactic Bulge still required another fifteen years of navigation. Ivanova ordered CIO-2 to calculate a new course that would take the ship to its final destination. When the Calypso reached cruising speed, the Alcubierre engines were activated and the crew began preparations to enter hibernation.

At the last meeting before going to the suspension pods, Amanda commented , "We've witnessed something extraordinary. An artificial intelligence pushing its boundaries, finding its own humanity, so to speak. If that's possible, what does it tell us about ourselves? About our potential to change, adapt, evolve?" 

Brenda added with a smile. "Maybe biological or artificial life forms aren't so different. They all seek a purpose, just like us. Maybe that's part of what it means to be alive." 

Each crew member headed to their hibernation pod. CIO-2 remained connected to the ship's system, ready to watch over the long remaining journey. 

Brenda took one last look at the bridge screens before turning off the monitors. The vastness of space, the sea of ​​stars in which humanity and the Custodians had found mutual understanding, now had a new meaning.

As the ship's lights dimmed, Brenda quietly muttered a phrase she had read as a child. "Onward, into the unknown."

The Calypso continued on its course towards the Bulge of the Galaxy, carrying with it the crew, and a handful of promises about a future full of questions and possibilities.

END