Heartbeat bump or just using this thread as a less scattered compilation of related works that I posted over time in the writefag thread.
I posted this short story.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23558467 (801 words)
Here's a draft version of chapter 2.
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Mainframe
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He ducked his head before a retinal scanner and a faint line aimed at his pupil. The lock glowed green with confirmation and the physical latches clicked as the door unlocked.
"Welcome, Doctor," a computerized voice greeted. "Raoul Am."
After he stepped through, the same computerized voice informed, "Access authorized for biosafety level 3 subfacilities."
In the sector dedicated to biosciences, the lobby's digital panel gave a three-dimensional overview of the research institute's floor plan. The sector wasn't quite a floor level, but a multi-floored quadrant offset from the main elevators. The most hazardous of experiments were behind layers of controlled areas and far isolated from elevator routes. The entire building as a whole was the current largest building on the planet.
Isolated from main galactic space, Amoi hadn't the burdens of foreign rivalries and tangling alliances. Funds that otherwise would be invested into military and defense instead went to science and education. No empire paid mind to the star system that bordered the intergalactic abyss.
Ideally, things would stay that way, but Raoul didn't suspend all of his disbelief.
*Why my dissertation?*
It landed him in a paradise he hadn't to ask for.
With the choice between a window to the star-lit world and a microscope, his sights were on the petri dish of cell culture, violently polluted by black viral specks. The chemistry lab was his sandbox and the mainframe seated at the base of the facility was beyond the computational resources he'd dare to request in main galactic space.
Day by day, colleagues from different departments gleefully spoke of it in the break rooms as he caught their passing conversations.
"Lambda 3000."
He already knew the name by the terminal's log-in, but it kept reiterating in arbitrary conversation. Too many contexts for a catalyst for data analysis, Raoul eventually asked a colleague why.
"Ah, Raoul, such a recluse," he chuckled. "You've been shut-in at your workstation too long not to hear about it. The computer engineers constantly talk about it and its rubbed onto the bioinformaticists. And well," in the biosciences subfacility, "here we are."
Another colleague, with a stethoscope hung slack around her neck, nudged Raoul's arm, "Live a little. We didn't expect you to be so reserved. That fiery dissertation defense considering."
"I…" Raoul sighed. The recorded session, hardline committee, and those with too much money and influence who didn't belong there— he remembered his apprehension melted before his passion as he raised his voice in the defense of his work. "… really got into it."
"I'm surprised you were this out of the loop about Lambda," another colleague drank from his cup.
"I have my specializations," Raoul briefly shrugged, "if I had more years than a lifetime, then I could consider expanding."
"I don't mean it in that sense. As the computer guys put it: most computers are abstractly meant to have the same output for the same input or 'deterministic'. They're setting Lambda out to be 'self-deterministic'.
"Some of the others mentioned the higher-ups in the other department discussing your work."
Intially, Raoul was skeptical. Where the mainframe was and where the computer scientists, system administrators, and so forth worked was an entirely different department that Raoul never stepped into. But eventually, the offer came from a senior directing scientist.
"Your work was very underappreciated within main galactic space," the well-spoken man reviewed Raoul's dissertation.
The ornate office was not ostentacious but sublime. The hard polished floor and high ceilings could make a tap of the foot echo. The elite accomodations were as though noble pursuit for knowledge rightfully met noble status.
"The formation of memories and the physical model of cognition," he continued. "We would like to integrate your work into Lambda 3000."
"I would be honored."
When Raoul said the words, he hadn't the slightest doubts that he'd regret them.