Free Mesopotamia - The Redeemer by Yehuda Israely, Dor Raveh

in amazement.
    “Almost any material. Any material
that we have analyzed.”
    “And you are capable of analyzing
all matter?”
    “We are still in the research
phase. The processor can create any material for which we know the
formula, or any object that we can analyze and decode its
formula.”
    “It’s formula?” he asked.
    “Do you hear the music?”
    “Yes.” He had become accustomed to
the harmonies playing throughout the station.
    “Simple computational mathematics
is not sufficient for the simulator or the processor, so we
developed musical calculation engines and interfaces.”
    “Musical?” he smiled dubiously.
    “Yes. The properties of an object
are interpreted by the simulator analysis into notes and coded into
sounds. The specification of an object is basically a score of
notes that the processor can play,” she explained excitedly.
    “So you play objects into
being?”
    “Exactly.” Sophia smiled happily.
Sharp minds like his brought her satisfaction and pleasure.
    The stranger was encouraged by her
reaction.
    “And what I am hearing right now is
the sound of matter?”
    “Yes,” she rejoiced in his
understanding, “but that's not all. You are mostly hearing the
sound of the station revolving.”
    “Explain.”
    “Gladly.” Her eyes flashed. As soon
as they began discussing music, something had stirred inside her.
“The station's spheres revolve within each other at various speeds
and directions. These rotations are critical not only for
maintaining gravity, but also because they constitute an integral
part of the process of absorbing and processing the dust.”
    “I think I understand the
principle.”
    “Come with me.” Sophia led him
through arched corridors whose pastel colors gradually changed from
pink to peach to silver. The walls appeared to be wet but when he
touched them, his hand was dry.
    “It's not wet?” he asked.
    “No, it just looks like it is. The
station is made of raw star dust whose molecules are so small that
it appears to be liquid when it is in fact solid.”
    Sophia paused to allow a team of
ten scouts in flight jumpsuits to pass them in the hall. They
nodded in greeting towards them and continued on their way.
    “Surrounding the processor is the
simulation sphere. The simulator is a holographic area that
supports a virtual reality of any place or object whose formula
exists in the formula bank. The simulator cannot function without
the processor: we can simulate objects in the simulator that the
processor will learn to create. The residential sphere, which we
are in right now, surrounds the simulator sphere. Here you can find
the living quarters, food and equipment warehouses, leisure rooms
and the infirmary. Above us, or more accurately, around us, is the
command sphere, which houses the command and control systems of the
station. The command sphere is enveloped by the surface sphere, and
the incoming and outgoing aircraft are anchored at the various
docks. Your aircraft is parked there. There are five physical
spheres in all: the processor, the simulator, the residential, the
command, and the surface. These are then wrapped in six additional
spheres comprised of strings of light. It is likely that you saw
Samos as a grid of light strings when you arrived.”
    “I do not remember.”
    “Are you familiar with the division
of Earth into latitudinal and longitudinal lines?”
    “No,” he said, scratching his
head.
    “It doesn't matter. Think of a ball
that you have wrapped in vertical rings at periodic intervals,
passing through the poles.”
    “Fine, continue.”
    “Now, add horizontal lines,
parallel to each other, also at periodic intervals.”
    “Yes.”
    “This is what each of the six light
spheres look like. The lines that you imagined are made of strings
of light that exhibit resistance. You cannot pass through them or
between them because they rotate at extremely high speeds.”
    “So how did I get into Samos?”
asked the