Free Trade World Saga 1: Manual Interpretation by Ken Pence

export laws. These plans will make whoever has them very successful until the technology disseminates across the world. We won't release the other information until we're ready to leave," Andrew admitted.
    Joel asked, "How do we plan to make something as complicated as an interstellar craft? There are too many details; think of the calculations alone."
    "The craft I saw was crude. I'm amazed at how crude it was. Being such a small craft, helped show many design features that would be hidden on a larger craft. I saw no features for armament and there was only a rudimentary electric calculating system. I didn’t see anything electronic like we think of things. It was pretty big and clunky. It was mostly air tanks, power source and field projectors."
    "You're kidding," Steve exclaimed, "Surely no civilized race would be without computers. How could they navigate?"
    "I know it's shocking, but the alien couldn't even figure out a wrist Mem-Dex. What would they think of Dense Memory-Mobile Series computers? I think they must have gotten their power generation system early in their industrial period. Then they got the field generation system and it let them carry any weight into space if they could surround it with a field. Earth had to worry about ever gram it took into orbit. They never had to develop microelectronics. This is one of our advantages. If we combine our electronics and communications technology with the ‘borrowed’ knowledge, we can be prepared for anything that race could throw at us. At least, we'd have a chance against hostiles and I prefer to bargain from a position of strength," Andrew answered, the excitement easily noted in his voice. "The whole world will have access to the power supply technology. If we immediately turn over everything else -- we'll be drowned. We're going to ride the crest of the wave or be buried. We have nothing to prove my experience was real except what we make of these ourselves. The government will not look to protect us from others in space if there is no manned presence in space. We're going to make them sit up and take notice."
    There was some general discussion but they generally agreed with him. Andrew pulled Ling aside and prepared stage two of his program as the meeting finally broke up.
    Steve got up close to Susan's ear when they were leaving. "Hey. Your boyfriend isn't backed up all the way to the loading dock, you know."
    Her ears turned red. "He isn't my boyfriend," she said without real conviction.
    Dean Drucker, meanwhile, called an old, school alumnus that had been very prolific in support to the school over the years. The Dean had allowed him to cherry-pick from the synthesist graduates when they appeared to be producing innovative research and what he had been presented certainly fit that category. He even had a direct contact number. “Bradley. This is Simon Drucker over at UA. I’ve got some candidates for you.”
    “More outstanding synthesists Simon. I’m fresh out of places to put them. They’re all outstanding,” Brad Philips said, annoyed by another call from the Dean. I should have never given him my number he thought. I’ll have to change it. On that thought, he decided he’d be polite, “Sorry. It’s been a long morning. What do you have?”
    “Well. I’ve got a group that appear to have produced a cold fusion process,” the Dean said with pride.
    “Everyone has about given up on that branch of research. Too much money -- too little results… Besides… All the info I’ve seen showed that there wasn’t much output from experiments that could be turned into useful energy. Tell me where I’m wrong,” Philips stated.
    “No. No. No. They really did it. They are going to put on a demo…a prototype unit that could almost power a house from what I’m told. A house! They say they’re going to be looking into the environmental impacts and reliability but; they say, these things might be made fairly easily. They really didn’t want much in