Marthasterias glacialis (spinny starfish city).

Our stay in the rebuilt remains of the East Midlands Dome City Hub has ongoing changes that will bring about the outcome of my report. In turn it results for approval into the international and orbital networks. It was a doubtful start with how it took some public speaking effort on my sister to get everyone on track. Yet they all came together, putting aside differences. If none of them did, this would have been impossible to achieve any level of city reconstruction.

Machines had to admit to themselves that they weren't superior over flesh folks; in terms of motivate, strength and efficiency. They were under preforming more then their predictions lead them to assume. Machines being freed to work on things they were best at has satisfied the important and critical issues. This being the radiation leaking from the power station next door, poor wiring through the core mainframe (which was causing power cuts when the air filters activate) and changes to the city power grid (which would integrate improved current technology).

All thanks to the ingenuity of humans, pulling forwards with better efficiency fixes. Humans managing to be steps ahead of network machines probability prediction percentages. Their creativity had really solved the largest problems and short coming of the orginal design of this dome city hub. All in making it look amazing and easier to fix for any further repairs.

The theme of this city matches with the images of the under ocean coral reefs (images from knowledge predating history wipe). Its slowly becoming a coral reef with different layers of housing shelves. It's slow progress, raising simple strong base structures for now. Like life was reclaiming what was lost, something Kate and I have seen of the world outside of these walls. I seen the difference enough to understand that much.

Back on topic. This had the space network to overhaul its assumptions of the creatures alliance working beside pure humans. It was creatures with better adapted limbs to help the more difficult terrain. The strength of creatures with humans to guide them. Team work to pull the busted sections down, stabilizing potential issues we didn't forsee and reconstructed areas with the new templates.

Wastelanders of every lifestyle had been pulled through too. Once creatures had moved all scrap. Those parts were appraised by ex-merchants. It was the feedback of how best to recycle the materials that saved effort and time. Ex-colony craftsmen to reshape or repair those bits too. These were given final approval by the arugment reality digital ghost's of the vaults - with the boredom to look for any new faults since the craftsmen work was done.

The hygiene levels were above and beyond the predictions after the whole mob of new residents whom were lacking education and skills came armed with mops, brooms and rags. Any poor behaviour was in check with my sister running the clean up project.

Food was the next issue. Sources it was tough. Yet cultural differences pulled through by parasites and with lost farm technologies (added history lessons) by the older vault dwellers. This was feed into jobs for all levels for every type of being. This actually was lead by the parasites whom weren't second brain controlled. They listened to what the vault dwellers told them and managed the food on their own for the most part. They were slow starting but manage a full crop in a few months with the quickest growing plants. Some machines helped in the light and water managing systems.

It terms of meat requirements diets, this was mutant folks whom came forwards with needed surgery to begin with. It was sampled and sent underground to have the proteins replicated for safe meat. This is for original DNA types to have safe meat. Meat and veg is stable enough for now, as the city grows the more diverse food products will become.

There is all sorts of buildings being refurbished and space is for now plenty for everyone. They had settled themselves into the different layers of this mass hub. Humans and machines taking the mid and top sections of walls rings. The creatures preferred the ground level and ring space around the dome central tower. There still plenty spare for more to move in and make changes.

Its officially London central's second city, despite the location. Everyone is fine with that. Laws here mirror London, even down to street vendors setting on premit spots and transport is machine only jobs. The final touches to this place was down to the residents now, not the influence of people like myself or the network beyond.

At the end of the day, they have approval to access the basics of what the patch networks give. The laws around it is still being hammered through between networks and parliament of London. It also has to be stricitly filtered content as the network internet is not creatures friendly. This restriction will changed by hammering out the sort of laws through it for betterment.

Closing information panels aside, currently seated not in the van but in a charger bay next door. I would have stood up but I would disturb her too. I can't help be ask the nanotechnology system within her, about her current DNA gaps and the issues that could be fixed with any recent DNA encounters. Often the system is background comparing and matching to her outsider DNA. Looking for patchwork that could stabilize her problems.

The characteristics that Outsiders DNA has have become more pronounced in her body. Since the second core, her limbs have restructured into a cross between the density of whale bones in the layout of four legged types like reptiles or felines. The claws are retractable on all fours, good climbing features. No tail for balance yet.

The head is still semi-human. The face feature are changing. Larger eyes with the low light vision that make machines envious. She has something that mantis shrimp have which is more colour receptors, as often she tells me strange light patterns that I can't detect. Her skin is as a cuttle fish, colour matching to the things she sees - sometimes this is beyond the affect of earth creatures. The skin pigments are not earth natural but this feature is present in parasites (hints the issue we had photographing parasites). She does have the mirror effect like they do, that hasn't changed.

Overall she is taller and thinning out, her body only becomes stronger the more pressure around her is pressed. I did consider a vacuum chamber or deep underwater diving to see if this would uniform the body adapted features. I was against it with what that would do the the nanotechnology and the cores. The machines within her would be crushed to nothing as a result of her own body adapting that fast. There is no telling if she would shrink to the child size as she was in parasites format.

The network requires that I have 7 cores installed before my trip into space. It also stated that by 7, I am to be my own entity than this sharing I am currently with Kate. Three are to be dedicated to survival, combat and international space laws. That two are to be the bases of my own sever network, independent of all other networks. The others are backup or as I need them to be.

As a side note for myself, I have been collecting lost nanotechnology from recovered corpse of fled dome cities. My intention is more innocent then collecting DNA, creating any weapon of myself or anything inhuman. I simply wish to keep this technology from happening in visitors from space. I don't want them replicating it without the consideration of consequences.

You see, humans aren't stupid. They did consider the devisation nanotechnology has on the environment if the system was to be hacked or something was to go wrong. Every last nanotechnology is biodegradable - hints constant need of a living host to actively tell the tech to fix itself. Without that connectivity it will consider other nanotechnology as a virus or foreign object. Triggering self deconstruct. This was to insurance that this technology can't do any harm.

The mutants with this nanotechnology is my target as this is the risk of spread I am more worried than birth passing within cityscapes. Mutants have potential to pass it to a race whom will not consider the consequences of recreation. They will undoubtedly make tech in a material that is sturdy. That would be lethal to the race or the enemy used against it. The power to erase DNA geno coding in a whole race indefinitely, no way to destroy the technology at cause of it.

I am thankful that all networks even in space are afraid of this possibility. This is my real mission. The nanotechnology is in small doses as a medical treatment in space. Only to the extreme emergency and is to be removed totally when treatment is over. At the least, deconstructed within the patients stomach. The pressure of space has already confirmed that the nanotechnology doesn't survive a vacuum environment. The biodegradable material is to structurally weak against it, strong enough in a internal body environment.

It can't be used in fish or aquatic settings for this reason. So parasites can't be infected with it. On top of parasites having the lack of focus organs that the technology relies on. Elder parasites can, but by then they are land walking anyways. There is possibility that I can be wrong about nanotechnology not being in the ocean - earth oceans have so many dissolved metals and plastics. There is a tidal rhythms. It has to be investigated when I have less stress with mutant hosts. A possibility of using the ocean as a solution is in planning for worse case scenario.

"Jackle." The network for the orbit over the African dome cities. Its currently where a network wide meeting among the domes of that tectonic plate is discussing volcanic activities and earthquakes. I have become the leading expert among machines in understanding the earth tectonics. Its why they bother me.

I brush my hand over my sister with taking her heat signal checks. Eased with knowing things will be fine. Project my ghost across to speak to them. As expected I wasn't needed long with a quick science lesson for what use to be school science.

Awake full back to my form, I was staring at the dull docking chargers. She still here, snuggled more over me and purring. I can at least be glad that this feline trait has been around a long time and be used to it by now. Our goals to find space visitors at least matches, even if for different reasons. She is matching DNA and I am preventing nanotechnology pass on. Being city locked isn't helping us. We should find a way to leave. Even if the space network is wanting us on quick conversation to often.

"Sorry for staring. It just weird to see folks like her." A vault dweller digital ghost hovering in watch.

"It is fine. We been asked many times about our story and why we are. Why we call each other sibilings even if she is flesh and I am not. It is totally true that I am a artificial intelligence and not copied human mind." I can in how she is, scoop her up and carry her. Yet I stayed seated with this visitor talking to us.

"I read your papers. I was whom spread your information around the city networks at the time, before someone else took that credit. In fact, I knew her as she was human. I used to be another site manager for the ice box project. I read her city profile when she was thawed, tracking her parasitic conditions. She was a test subject to convert the parasites against the ones whom sent them here. Little did we know it already had this goal too. I have yet to be thawed from my ice, another test subject like her. A human and a conditioned parasite. There is others whom were put back into ice, not killed by the government attack."

Lowered to her eye view while she slept. Her purring melted away, as if accurately aware of this rude staring.

"Another project kept off grid. There was one or 12 in every dome." It wasn't hard to figure out with how much the analysis was needed in the background for these projects. Machines knew vague details about this fact, just not always the purpose of why humans did them. The disease control vaccine factory for all cities was hidden project I personally been a part of. I knew of the Plague Doctor sicko better then most due to that project.

Humans being ahead of these games before other races knew that humans were scary like this. That fact has protected this planet so far, even the destruction is being off set with planet projects. Animal keeping in underground vaults. These is a hidden Eden programme across every hub of each tectonic plate, for each continental land mass.

"You're a smart man for a program." They sat on air, ghost can do so at ease, "You were perfect fit for her. She wasn't just our best photographer for cellular structures. She has the smart to apply that shapes into the architectural process. It is in turth how we built and sent several space stations. Her art was all the stepping stone in that progress. She more valuable then she credits herself."

"She's changing since her human death." It seems fair that I should share this with someone whom cared about her well being.

"When and how?" I shouldn't be detailed, it could be used against us if heard by others. I can't fully trust ghost digital copies either.

"If you read all the publications we made, you will see a pattern of why she does it. The orginal parasites information we had to work too." Her breath is getting more unease the longer this conversation is taking, "Whatever you're trying to do to her is bothering her. Please stop it."

"Sorry. I was trying something that I knew parasites do. Maybe my choose of music was not her taste." They made a hand motion and froze stiff... glitches maybe. This didn't take long to fix itself, the sit snickering about something. Kate waking with a long annoyed sigh. She glares at the ghost.

"Seriously with arkward Hawkwind songs?" She hissed deeply as she wakes in her glare of the digital ghost.

"You returned with Led Zeppelin." She sits up with posed hand at her chin, "You understand then."

She leans with me, a lot of thinking deeply. A lot of surprise to herself, like learning she had a new ability. At my guess how she understood parasites better then I can, having a clear answer here.

"Yes. It helps me understand a lot." I have a few guesses this is why music had been used. I didn't detect anything until she started getting annoyed about it. So it means it a signal beyond a machines capacity to process or hear.

"It doesn't make us a hive mind. I tested this already with younger and older. I know that your not the orginal owner of that body. Which has me and my other side curious to know if you reacted similar." The two were giving the occasional gesture of a conversation I wasn't a part of. I stay calm knowing she wasn't the sort to give secrets machines have to strangers. Going by her body language, it was about herself in a fleshy way. She showed claws or her arms altering colour. She pinched parts and let them see her eyes. She would point about body sections.

"I am sorry that things turned out that way. Yet then again, your quiet lucky to still be with us. I will not pry anymore then needed."

"It stays business, manager." She lays back on me, getting comfortable again. She isn't doing so much of that talking without me after this.

"The images you seen was just a taster of the surgeries I have been doing. From what common issues all living suffer, such as our own bodies having a environmental reaction to things or the rare occurrences of tumors, unknown sacks pockets or cancers. Even visitor races like the plague doctor's race have these problems. Its thanks to common linking that even if I don't know what the compound elements that for the base for that life is. I can still understand at a guess of what those organs are meant to be and how they function. I can still manage to save them, limited as I am."

The nods with agreeing about cases we have saved the lives of. It is clear that their conversations is to do with parasites anatomy and other space visitors. I can sense her access to fact check the names of those races are. Yet there has been nothing that was sensitive access.

"I understand your point. I understand the lengths you have gone to. How you can be successful in a brain transplant into a parasite body. Given the personality of that parasite, it was for the better how things came about. That one was under watch list while you were in ice. What your saying also explains the cut communication it last left behind to others like us."

"So your the group rioting against your farmers." She puts it bluntly. It gave twitch by the ghost to sense of back snap, "I am not against you parasites, if that is your worry. I just disliked how I was used so wrongly even when I tried to be open and honest. I would have allowed the elder leave me as I would have my brother when I died. That was the truth at the time. Its choose to transfer my brain to this body was between it and my brother."

"I can confirm that. It was a very sudden change. I wasn't prepared for her passing and Poison had felt guilty about its nature. I and the parasite weren't on good terms for the majority of years." The ghost gave an odd reaction to my sense of time, "Kate was losing herself in the libaray. I wasn't an proactive as I could have been as a program during the time of her later human life. I have my own version of guilt about that. We all were strangers stuck in one body at the time. It took the original Kate's death to trigger changes. Poison started to develop personality after that date too."

"So you were reborn by what exactly? What metamorphosis did you go through to surpass human life and death?"

"I can still die. I still have a lifespan in some way. Whatever Poison had wanted to achieve is granted by it giving its body to the process. At best, the sacrifice wasn't in vain to the cause. My history and knowledge is an added bonus forwards to the same goal. My lifes wish although not perfectly aligned, shares the roads that it could see for a future."

The long silence that was both body language and vocal. The ghost of this manager had plenty to consider. Enough to take bow.

"Poison maybe dead but the intellgence, memories and feelings have been preserved. Just we have developed the technology to transfer human consciousness to machine. We can always do this for Poison." The shiver of the ghost mid-stance to straighten is held, "I am Kate, no lies as promised. I am just stating that there isn't some loss to fall apart from. Whatever you lot planned to do, as long as your not making folks like me into war fodder. That plan hasn't ended. In someway, this is just a beginning to the means of ending wars. At least, that's what I hope it is."

The tilted of shock and an instinctive to back off from her. The words grasped well and truly stuck. The parasite part of this ghost has clearly left the conversation.

"Your still just child in that form then. Plenty of time to grow." The ghost back to human emotions read in the face, posed with mulling over information that the parasite had not considered about, "My condolences to you human death and my congratulations for staying among the living." A very different personality speaking.

"Hawkwind? really? We are meant to be the machine planetary ambassadors. I don't need cause of sonic attack blurting out my serious thoughts." The ghost laughed about this, a return of being carefree and yet straightforward.

"Battle of evermore? You already thought of it." There follows a familiar sigh and change of stance on how they balance themselves. Leaning back a bit and with arm stretching behind to itch their neck. A lot of the scientists do this same pattern of subconscious stressing, "In all seriousness, I hope things get better with space. I hope you continue to recover even if it means loosing your humanity more. I know with what you meant by the pattern in all the papers. The answer your searching for isn't going to come easy. If one was here on this planet, I would think the parasites would have done something by now."

"You're not wrong." She shook, "Best get going, Jamie. The others whom want answers about me are fickle. I have taken the trust of elder parasites as I would with humans. They can be as full of lies as any other talkative species out there."

The ghost is gone and she stretched more awake. She looks around the docking bay at the notice of anyone else. Pulls down arguement reality to show a panel of notifications.

"You're not wrong. There is so many races of other worlds whom understand thier own concepts." I process my internal notes about the range of potential topics this could be asked about later, "Humans may have humanity. Its not the only version of that concept or way of generalising a species in a lifestyle fashion." I sensed that those were the wrong fitting words to my meaning. Not the frist time I have struggled around the topics.

Mortality also being a common question posed to me, how I felt about the short meaningful lives I see around me. I have ever changing answer that never quite fits, which in a deep poetic way, made sense.

I am always asked about faith, soul, or religion. If I grasped the treasure of love. I am often asked if I wanted to see the worlds burn. Asked situations with testing my stance of morals. Kate in her human years, back when she lived in the city, asked these things too. A curiosity to know if things share concepts. I can see this in how Lucas Mulberry is always training new AI, how they reach their grasp of morals.

"Any plan today?" she asked, leaping past some rubble piles that are yet to be cleaned in this garage area of the city. Her joints are exactly as a tiger is. Putting some reminder that she was cross contaminated with the dentist work for the zoo somehow. She was so careful back then and how was that not good enough.

"I hope to start packing the van to leave yesterday. However there is something larger then us happening up in space. Something that matters for me to not leave this city." I pulled up the city tunnel works, "The vaults are to be sorted out before we leave. Hope to save the frozen survivors that wish to be thawed. Since there is a percentage of them that worked for the universities. The leading generations that helped step all into astero-sciences and space exploration. The American dome cities are also being requested. The Russian dome cities. The United Arab Emirates and Germany." She gives me a strange look.

"Thats an odd way to list them. You do realize that the European huddle cities covers a 3rd of those you listed." I don't think there was any particular reason why this was important to hassle me on.

"Is this another history thing?" I asked and she sighed with going to cook her own food. I am left to ponder. Maybe it was the attitudes of those whom were in post-world war? Whichever generations whom choose to stop rememberance are to be of blame to repeat historical mistakes. Had to been a war for her to look so sour about too.

She once talked of her grandparents being in the first and second. I have timelined that she was in cyo-status during the 3rd to 5th wars. Those wars being about energy usage, robotic in warfare, the keeping of historical monuments and water managing (being very vaguely generally about why those wars happened in the results of).

World wars have to many little factors that also pushed for them to happen. Its these factors I tend to use as part of my angling in negotiations with other space races. More of why learning from earth for as long as need to has been helpful, coming up with how to repeat my studies while in visit of other worlds when I have that chance to.