City of Fresno #104
Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2025 2:04 am
City of Fresno #104
Following our usual meagre breakfast, I thought to ask Jack Morley, the rota's Duty Steward, how they were reporting their 'Aladdin's Cave' finds. He hesitated, shrugged, admitted, "Ad-hoc, Jake. We 'CC' our notes. Uh, I believe you and A-M have documented those two 'Xanadu' cargo pods ?"
"Just the six wells' front crates' survey sweep," I cautioned. "No 'big stuff' found."
"Any chance you could do the same for us ?"
"Umm..." I took a breath, asked, "What about those access ways' crates and cartons of 'System Spares' ?"
As the ensuing, rather embarrassed silence extended, Anne-Marie sighed, began shaking her head. She said, "Jake, Jake, Jake, I think you've found another, 'Some-one Else's Problem'..."
Seems I had.
I couldn't just go galloping off to explore. No, this needed 'formal' approval. The Stewards replied with a delighted chorus of, 'Yes, Please !!', as did Lieutenant 'Logistics' Baxter. Lt. Richards and the Engineers gave their conditional 'okay', provided both I accompanied a Steward who'd pre-posted that session's 'search area', and we used 'Due Care'.
In trade, I was added to the 'Diner Hygiene Refresher' queue. Happens I'd qualified during my 'Rock Hopper' training. I'd partly maintained the necessary skills, as I preferred to reload 'Big Mac' myself. To put it politely, I did not entirely trust the usual pre-packed, freeze-dried Exo-suit 'liquid' meals. 'Too Bland' was, at best, dispiriting. 'Too Beany', 'Too Cysteine' or, worst, 'Too Spicy' could produce distracting if not actually distressing gastric 'Alarums and Excursions'. Yes, the Exo-suit's excellent systems easily handled, quelled such 'On Duty' consequences. More than scant few 'Bean Farts' in a mini-hab or 'Redstone' accommodation module, though ? Such could seriously, seriously strain friendships and crew morale...
So, day after day, I 'volunteered' a couple of hours in our Pod end's 'Diner Utility' area. Then, I 'tagged along' with which-ever off-duty Steward was exploring their Pod's by-ways. First, of course, we back-tracked and documented 'searched' areas. Scanning their 'Non-Diner' boxes and cartons, mostly locally-relevant spares, progressively populated my new data-base. As an incentive, the file credited search team members.
After that caught up with the on-going search, subsequent progress was 'Survey Plus'. Unless something was simply too good to leave in place, we just logged our 'Non-Diner' and 'Diner' finds with their locations. Most 'Diner Goodies' were 'obviously' useful, though few would be needed before our 'Ponics were in full production. Some seemed to make no sense. Seen through the prism of 'Community Catering', though ? Safe in the data-base, they could be recovered at need.
The many, many 'Environmental System' spares were a very different matter. I had extensive experience of such from 'Big Mac', that 'Rock Hopper' work-pod plus mini-hab, helping with 'Redstone' accommodation, 'Lending a Hand' for Chaparral's 'Deep Shelters', then helping strip those 'Evac' pods both on Chaparral and aboard Fresno. These gave me an 'uncommon familiarity' with systems both large and small.
The un-subtle style differences between these decades-old Berthing and Evac Pods' facilities and more recent designs were compounded by our Pods' heavy, heavy emphasis on non-disposables. These gaskets and filters were unashamedly 'over-built', intended to be repeatedly swapped out and re-furbished. Fixtures, fittings, connectors could be readily dismounted, sanitised and re-used. A remarkable proportion were even 'Tool Free'. Yes, yes, I approved of such attributes: They totally suited systems that might have to sustain 'too many' under-skilled evacuees for a long, long time out in the 'Deep and Dark'. And, yes, 'fail-soft', such that systems would degrade progressively, be readily restored to 'good enough' function.
The cruel down-side was such refurbishment and re-use could still only go so far. Even with much enhanced workshop facilities boot-strapped from the Engineers' current 'Boutique Bistro' provision, even supplemented by equipment re-purposed from the Evac Pods, re-work had its limits. I reckoned we'd about a decade as-is. Eventually, we'd need a lot of completely new parts. By then, we must, must have a robust production 'pipe-line': Source multiple raw materials, process those to 'stock', have procedures, templates and 'tooling' to reliably craft those many, many replacements.
Okay, a decade would seem ample 'lead time'. Yet, in my opinion, despite sundry teams briskly tackling assorted aspects, there was a scary, scary zoo of potential failure modes. Our grand, if as-yet nebulous plans could so easily unravel. Murphy lurked, his infamous 'Gaggle of Gremlins' the bane of Gantt charts...
Yes, 'Cometary Volatiles', 'Ponic bedding and 'some' minerals could be gleaned from 'Halley-type' Oort and Kuiper iceteroids. Yes, Saturnians and sub-Jovians were sufficiently numerous that we should be able to discreetly collect Fusor fuel. Though Space is BIG, asteroid 'families' have characteristic spectra reflecting their content. After calibrating Fresno's sensors for local variation, spotting rocky-iron or nickel-iron candidates would be tedious rather than difficult. Our nimble Rock Tugs could easily venture within a system's 'Ice Line', grab a 'few' kilo-tonnes.
Gleaning other Metals and semi-Metals might be much more problematic. We knew star-dust, rich in alumino-silicates, would resist easy extraction of those major constituents, and probably lack many of the trace elements we craved. For example, as Anne-Marie had cautioned Lt. Richards, getting Boron for Coffea and robust laboratory glass-ware would be difficult. Yes, we could re-work some of the newly-found 'Diner' pots, but there were limits. Sufficient probably needed a 'Terrestrial-ish' planet with 'some' volcanism and hydrology. What were the chances of finding such un-claimed ??
Certainly, certainly we did not want to rile any locals: Needing to urgently decamp, to run and keep running was not a pleasant prospect. Again, as we could *some-what* track the 'wake' of such FTL travel, there was no guarantee any locals could not do much, much better...
I shivered...
Following our usual meagre breakfast, I thought to ask Jack Morley, the rota's Duty Steward, how they were reporting their 'Aladdin's Cave' finds. He hesitated, shrugged, admitted, "Ad-hoc, Jake. We 'CC' our notes. Uh, I believe you and A-M have documented those two 'Xanadu' cargo pods ?"
"Just the six wells' front crates' survey sweep," I cautioned. "No 'big stuff' found."
"Any chance you could do the same for us ?"
"Umm..." I took a breath, asked, "What about those access ways' crates and cartons of 'System Spares' ?"
As the ensuing, rather embarrassed silence extended, Anne-Marie sighed, began shaking her head. She said, "Jake, Jake, Jake, I think you've found another, 'Some-one Else's Problem'..."
Seems I had.
I couldn't just go galloping off to explore. No, this needed 'formal' approval. The Stewards replied with a delighted chorus of, 'Yes, Please !!', as did Lieutenant 'Logistics' Baxter. Lt. Richards and the Engineers gave their conditional 'okay', provided both I accompanied a Steward who'd pre-posted that session's 'search area', and we used 'Due Care'.
In trade, I was added to the 'Diner Hygiene Refresher' queue. Happens I'd qualified during my 'Rock Hopper' training. I'd partly maintained the necessary skills, as I preferred to reload 'Big Mac' myself. To put it politely, I did not entirely trust the usual pre-packed, freeze-dried Exo-suit 'liquid' meals. 'Too Bland' was, at best, dispiriting. 'Too Beany', 'Too Cysteine' or, worst, 'Too Spicy' could produce distracting if not actually distressing gastric 'Alarums and Excursions'. Yes, the Exo-suit's excellent systems easily handled, quelled such 'On Duty' consequences. More than scant few 'Bean Farts' in a mini-hab or 'Redstone' accommodation module, though ? Such could seriously, seriously strain friendships and crew morale...
So, day after day, I 'volunteered' a couple of hours in our Pod end's 'Diner Utility' area. Then, I 'tagged along' with which-ever off-duty Steward was exploring their Pod's by-ways. First, of course, we back-tracked and documented 'searched' areas. Scanning their 'Non-Diner' boxes and cartons, mostly locally-relevant spares, progressively populated my new data-base. As an incentive, the file credited search team members.
After that caught up with the on-going search, subsequent progress was 'Survey Plus'. Unless something was simply too good to leave in place, we just logged our 'Non-Diner' and 'Diner' finds with their locations. Most 'Diner Goodies' were 'obviously' useful, though few would be needed before our 'Ponics were in full production. Some seemed to make no sense. Seen through the prism of 'Community Catering', though ? Safe in the data-base, they could be recovered at need.
The many, many 'Environmental System' spares were a very different matter. I had extensive experience of such from 'Big Mac', that 'Rock Hopper' work-pod plus mini-hab, helping with 'Redstone' accommodation, 'Lending a Hand' for Chaparral's 'Deep Shelters', then helping strip those 'Evac' pods both on Chaparral and aboard Fresno. These gave me an 'uncommon familiarity' with systems both large and small.
The un-subtle style differences between these decades-old Berthing and Evac Pods' facilities and more recent designs were compounded by our Pods' heavy, heavy emphasis on non-disposables. These gaskets and filters were unashamedly 'over-built', intended to be repeatedly swapped out and re-furbished. Fixtures, fittings, connectors could be readily dismounted, sanitised and re-used. A remarkable proportion were even 'Tool Free'. Yes, yes, I approved of such attributes: They totally suited systems that might have to sustain 'too many' under-skilled evacuees for a long, long time out in the 'Deep and Dark'. And, yes, 'fail-soft', such that systems would degrade progressively, be readily restored to 'good enough' function.
The cruel down-side was such refurbishment and re-use could still only go so far. Even with much enhanced workshop facilities boot-strapped from the Engineers' current 'Boutique Bistro' provision, even supplemented by equipment re-purposed from the Evac Pods, re-work had its limits. I reckoned we'd about a decade as-is. Eventually, we'd need a lot of completely new parts. By then, we must, must have a robust production 'pipe-line': Source multiple raw materials, process those to 'stock', have procedures, templates and 'tooling' to reliably craft those many, many replacements.
Okay, a decade would seem ample 'lead time'. Yet, in my opinion, despite sundry teams briskly tackling assorted aspects, there was a scary, scary zoo of potential failure modes. Our grand, if as-yet nebulous plans could so easily unravel. Murphy lurked, his infamous 'Gaggle of Gremlins' the bane of Gantt charts...
Yes, 'Cometary Volatiles', 'Ponic bedding and 'some' minerals could be gleaned from 'Halley-type' Oort and Kuiper iceteroids. Yes, Saturnians and sub-Jovians were sufficiently numerous that we should be able to discreetly collect Fusor fuel. Though Space is BIG, asteroid 'families' have characteristic spectra reflecting their content. After calibrating Fresno's sensors for local variation, spotting rocky-iron or nickel-iron candidates would be tedious rather than difficult. Our nimble Rock Tugs could easily venture within a system's 'Ice Line', grab a 'few' kilo-tonnes.
Gleaning other Metals and semi-Metals might be much more problematic. We knew star-dust, rich in alumino-silicates, would resist easy extraction of those major constituents, and probably lack many of the trace elements we craved. For example, as Anne-Marie had cautioned Lt. Richards, getting Boron for Coffea and robust laboratory glass-ware would be difficult. Yes, we could re-work some of the newly-found 'Diner' pots, but there were limits. Sufficient probably needed a 'Terrestrial-ish' planet with 'some' volcanism and hydrology. What were the chances of finding such un-claimed ??
Certainly, certainly we did not want to rile any locals: Needing to urgently decamp, to run and keep running was not a pleasant prospect. Again, as we could *some-what* track the 'wake' of such FTL travel, there was no guarantee any locals could not do much, much better...
I shivered...