The following is a fictional short story from the future. It is meant to be sci-fi entertainment. Any semblance to people and things alive or dead is coincidence and not meant to constitute any factual claims.
It’s the year 2034.
The first human colonists arrived on Mars in 2024, the year Elon Musk, the founder of the SpaceX space exploration company, said they would put humans on Mars.
Over the following 10 years, many scientists and the technocratic elite started populating Mars, away from the turmoil, strife, and regulations that plagued the regular plebeians on Earth.
On Mars, they were able to make faster progress with advancements on tech, bio-tech, modified bio-organisms, software, and hardware, unencumbered by the regulations from Earth bureaucrats and their governments.
Once the Martian colonists developed enough land to farm under their bio-domes, they started becoming self-sufficient, self-sustainable, not needing the supplies from Earth.
They had Tesla solar panels connected to their giant Tesla power wall batteries to store the sun’s energy as electricity.
The electricity was used to power water reclamation systems to create potable drinking water from urine and compost, and waste reclamation systems to produce food and fertilizer from food scraps and human waste.
Not to mention, anytime they needed more water to sustain both the humans and the increasing crops to feed the growing Martian population, they harvested ice from the polar caps on both the North and South poles of Mars.
Regarding these specific Tesla solar panels, they were made with Perovskite, a crystal that helped the panels produce more electricity than regular solar panels.
Perovskite was unstable at the high Earth temperatures, which was why they were never really used back on Earth, but it was more stable in the cool Martian atmosphere.
On several of the re-supply missions bringing materials and supplies to build the colonies on Mars, SpaceX started releasing several of its Starlink micro-satellites, about the size of sedans, by the hundreds until eventually Mars’ low orbit was blanketed with them.
This helped to provide high-speed internet and wifi to every tech device everywhere on and around Mars.
Thus the Martian colonists were independent and self-sustaining, free from Earth in terms of food and any sustenance, free from Earth tech, internet, wifi, humans, and the squabbling Earth politics that accompanied them.
Once the Martians were freed from Earth’s clutches and all went according to his plan, Elon Musk immigrated to Mars and declared himself Emperor of Mars.
He named his empire The Republic of Mars.
Musk reasoned that because the Martians were self-sustaining in every regard, it didn’t make sense that Martians should have to heed to any Earthly decrees.
They used Dogecoin, an electronic digital currency that didn’t rely on any Earth government to sustain it, to send money back and forth between Mars and Earth, and for transactions on Mars between its people.
They expanded the building of medical facilities in their bio-domes to accommodate babies being born for their growing population and to take care of any sick or dying.
They grew their own food.
They had machines to mine minerals and metals from the ground to build more of their own machines and any other circuitry or mechanical components.
Earth politicians were nonplussed at Musk’s egotistical decree, after all, it was Earth’s governments that paid for his initial SpaceX developments and explorations into outer space.
They felt like he owed them.
Two years of back and forth negotiations between The Republic of Mars and the United Nations of Earth fell through and didn’t amount to anything. Musk would not budge.
He kept trying to reason with them that because Mars did not rely on, nor need anything from, Earth, it didn’t make sense for them to abide by Earth’s rules and regulations.
The Earth governments convened a meeting without Musk and decided to send one ship of the United Nations Space Force to strong arm the Martian rebellion into submission.
This is where our story begins.
It is now the year 2036, two years after negotiations broke off between Emperor Elon of Mars and the United Nations of Earth.
The sun was a small distant pale orb in the red Martian sky as its dim rays pierced through the polarized windows in one of the walkways of the main bio-dome.
Elon was in the middle of going to check on the progress of the new booster rockets when he received a call on his forearm band.
The forearm band was like a technologically advanced wristwatch, only it covered most of your forearm and had a touchscreen on which digital buttons and other information were displayed.
One cool feature was that it could be charged four ways, so if you were out of luck with one way, there were three other options.
The sides of the screen were covered with a thin layer of highly developed perovskite crystals, making it able to recharge itself if left out around sunlight or other ambient lighting.
Its internal batteries also charged itself through the kinetic motion of arms swinging when walking.
You could plug it in or use charging magnets to charge it.
And you could also send wiggle energy from a transmitter through the air to the battery and charge it if you didn’t have access to the first three methods.
You could control the functions of your room with this forearm band, make and receive calls, use it as a digital wallet to hold your dogecoin and to make transactions, it held all your digital identification info, and all of humanity’s knowledge that was stored in the Mars database was accessible through the band’s search function, making it a catch-all tool that every Martian had on them at all times.
You could watch videos, read, text, dictate messages, play music, track your health and vital signs, and so much more.
The caller I.D. said “Command Center.”
“What’s up?” Elon said into his forearm band after answering the call.
“Sir, I think you’re going to want to come see this,” replied the voice on the other end. “Our scanners in the outer space rim detected an incoming UNSF ship.
“Be right there.” Elon hung up, changed direction, and quickened his pace to the command center.
The air was tense in the dark command center as personnel across many different screens kept track of the data in front of them.
The room was dimly lit with ambient light at the corners but most of the light came from the glow of many screens, casting a white-blue glow on everyone’s faces.
There were big monitors on the main wall in front of them. With humans sitting in front of smaller monitors and keyboards.
“How many are there?” Elon asked.
“From the looks of a space-wide scan around the whole planet, just the one,” replied a command center staff person looking at the radar on her screen.
“They sent only one, huh? If the drones by the outer space rim detected them, that means they must be approximately 3 days out,” said Elon matter of factly.
“Correct,” confirmed the radar person.
“And I don’t suppose they noticed any of our tech out there, otherwise they would have destroyed them already” stated Elon, referring to the pieces of high-tech machinery they kept hidden out in space a couple days away from Mars for these specific security reasons.
“Looks like it, sir.”
“Before we, or they, do anything drastic, let me try to talk to them first. Can you try to establish a communication with that ship?”
“Working on it, sir…” the radar person typed away furiously on their keyboard. “Okay, they accepted our communication. Opening a video-link on the main monitor, you’re patched through.”
The big main monitor flashed to a video-feed and showed a person in official-looking white military uniform in what looks to be their command center onboard the ship.
“Hello, Elon, this is Captain Hayworth of the UNSF Forward Unto Dawn,” Captain Hayworth said in an austere militaristic manner.
“Hello, Captain Hayworth,” replied Elon nonchalantly. “How can I help you?”
“On behalf of the United Nations of Earth, we demand that you to stand down as Emperor of Mars and relinquish control of Mars back to Earth.” He looked serious.
“And if I don’t?” replied Elon with a raised eyebrow, pursing his lower lip, turning his hands up and shrugging his shoulders.
“If you do not relinquish control of Mars, I have been authorized to take it by force,” replied Captain Hayworth, still looking gravely serious.
Elon glanced to the smaller monitor in front of the command center staff next to him—she gave him the thumbs up—then back to the Captain on the big monitor.
“How about I make you a counter-offer, Captain?” he grinned with a sly smug on his face.
“The UNSF will not negotiate,” the Captain replied sternly.
“You see, Captain, this is exactly one of the reasons why we left Earth to begin with. You military types are so rigid. Always so serious. And your governments: slow, lethargic, resistant to change and progress. Which is why I’m going to give you my counter-offer, whether you like it or not.”
Elon paused for effect.
“You turn around now and go back to Earth, go back to your families, leave us alone and we can put all of this behind us.”
“That is not an option,” replied Captain Hayworth. “If you surrender, we can return to inter-planetary peace—”
“Peace?” chuckled Elon. “What do Earth’s governments know about peace? Why, in the years we’ve been on Mars, you guys have continued to wage war with each other.”
“As I was saying,” the Captain continued, “if you do not surrender, then the United Nations will consider it an act of war.”
“Then it seems we’ve reached an impasse.” Elon turned to the staff member next to him. “Shut off communication.”
“Yes, sir!” the staff member pressed a button and the main monitor went blank.
The monitor in front of the staff member started beeping. “Sir, scanners are saying their ship just released a missile, headed right for here.”
There was a small stir of commotion among the staff in the command center.
“Alright, everyone keep calm. It’s just like we trained for in the simulations,” Elon looked the picture of calm, nonchalantly dictating commands like he’d done this thousands of times in his head.
“I assume the missile is traveling faster than the ship itself, so if we dispatch the drones now to go defuse it, it should meet the missile in about a day and all will be good. Have the drones bring that missile back so we can study it.”
“Yes, sir,” said the radar person who started communicating with the drone control person.
“As for the ship itself…” Elon went to look at another small screen next to him. “What payloads are they carrying?”
“Doesn’t look like much, sir,” replied the staff person, pointing to an x-ray diagram of the ship taken by one of the outer rim space drones. “They probably didn’t take us seriously because they only stocked it with a few missiles. And it looks like a big enough ship for only a few troops at most.”
“Okay, so it seems as if they underestimated our capabilities since we went dark on communications with Earth governments 2 years ago. This is good. We can use it to our advantage. Ready the arc net.”
The arc net was still in its early phases but Elon’s idea was to ultimately encase Mars and its moons in a protective shell, or net, of electromagnetic pulse, EMP, proof machinery that could pass strong electric plasma currents between themselves at extremely high temperatures to cut, short-circuit, and fry anything that gets in their path.
The arc net was a series of bigger drones and satellites that they kept around Mars and its moons in the lagrangian points, the points of minimal gravity between celestial bodies so things can stay there without having to spend much energy to stay in orbit.
It worked like an arc lighter you might use in your home to light a candle or cigarette, only the arc net was much, much, bigger, with several drones and satellites making up the array currently only big enough to cover whole UNSF ships.
“The defusing drones are deployed, sir!” shouted the drone control person.
“Good. Monitor the situation the whole time between now, when they meet and diffuse the missile, and when that missile comes back to Mars,” Elon commanded. “Get me when it reaches the research and development lab.”
“Arc net is charged and ready to go, sir!” said the radar person next to him. A screen in front of them showed several dots surrounding the UNSF ship, all at 100% primed and ready to go.
“Good. Pull up a live feed of the ship on the main monitor.”
The main monitor flashed on with a live video-feed from a surveillance drone near the ship.
“Fire.” Elon said calmly.
The staff member pressed a button.
They saw machines all around the ship light up, illuminating the darkness of space and brightening their screen.
The machines all connected and released several arc points at once, skewering the UNSF ship with intense heat and electricity.
Material from the ship can be seen spewing into space, sucked out by the vacuum of space through holes punctured in their hull by the arc net.
In a matter of a few short tense seconds, the ship on the monitor exploded, spewing matter in every direction.
“Good job,” Elon said to the person next to him. “Make sure the arc net gets recharged.”
“Yes, sir!” the person replied and busied herself with typing on her keyboard furiously to get the job done.
He went over to the drone control person. “Dispatch some more drones to see if there’s any useful material we can recover from the ship.”
“Yes, sir!” the drone control person went about coordinating the retrieval process.
“Good job, everyone,” Elon said to the whole command center. “See? It’s just like we trained for.”
The nervous tension and energy in the command center had dissipated by a fraction after the explosion of the UNSF ship, only to be replaced by an underlying quiet low-level anxiety as some of the command center personnel pondered on what they had just done.
A blatant open act of rebellion, mutiny against Earth, war.
Emperor Elon broke the small silence.
“Now increase the simulation intensity to prepare us for an all-out actual war with Earth governments. It’ll take them time, maybe 2 years, to regroup, rebuild, and send more ships. We have to be ready for what’s to come and show them what they’re dealing with when they mess with the Martian Empire.”
Elon left the command center and dialed one of his heads of research as he briskly walked to the research and development lab.
“Hello?” replied the voice on the other end.
“Hey, Buttersby, what section of the lab are you in right now?”
“In drone development.”
“Good. Stay there. I’m on my way with some modifications I want to make to those drones.” Elon turned off the call and worked out schematics in his head as he headed for war.
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