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The following morning, the air inside Sector Four Base was busier than ever. Cargo drones lifted crates of alien materials, soldiers ran status checks on the perimeter, and engineers moved between hangars carrying data drives and scanners. The once-quiet base now buzzed like the center of human progress.
Inside the command building, Atlas Squad gathered inside the debriefing room, each of them hunched over terminals as they completed their mission reports. The smell of coffee filled the air, mixed with the faint ozone of their armor's cooling systems.
Captain Bear leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms with a satisfied grunt.
"Alright, that's the last line," he said, clicking submit. "Combat report, done. If they don't give us a raise after this, I'm filing a complaint."
Judson snorted. "You? File a complaint? You'd probably write it on a grenade and toss it at command."
Amelie smirked. "Don't give him ideas."
Flynn was typing lazily on his screen, barely looking up. "Our reports are all the same anyway. 'Armor worked. Guns worked. Aliens didn't.'"
The squad chuckled softly, a rare sound of relief after days of chaos.
But across the room, Atlas was quiet.
His report wasn't about battles or body counts. His screen was filled with complex data — diagrams of the alien ship's propulsion systems, and detailed notes about the Alien Computer Machine he had retrieved.
He paused only to sip his coffee before typing again:
"The alien computer contains vast archives of knowledge — artificial intelligence, gravitational physics, and energy systems beyond current human capacity. It is, in essence, a living library."
He attached encrypted video feeds from the ship's activation, the AI link with ARGO, and his translations of alien language — then pressed Send to Command.
Freedom Federation Headquarters – Central Council Chamber
The chamber lights flickered softly, illuminating the grand circular room where humanity's most powerful minds and leaders gathered. The walls shimmered with holographic projections — tactical maps, ship blueprints, and the glowing insignia of the Freedom Federation.
At the center of the room hovered two enormous holograms —
an alien spacecraft, sleek and ghostly, spinning slowly in midair,
and an alien computer machine, pulsing with strange blue light like a living heart.
Dozens of voices clashed beneath their glow. Military officers, scientists, and government officials argued over each other, their words blending into a storm of noise and ego.
At the head of the chamber stood Chancellor Evelyn Rooke, her expression unreadable as she observed the chaos. Her sharp eyes reflected the blue light of the holograms — calm in a room full of fire.
"This report is nothing short of extraordinary!" shouted Minister Collard, a balding man with sharp features. He jabbed a finger at the hologram of the alien computer. "If this data is genuine, it's the biggest technological leap in human history. But we must proceed carefully. This must be studied by professionals — real scientists."
"Professionals?" growled General Wallace Trent, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his cheek. He slammed his fist onto the metal table, rattling several data tablets. "Your so-called professionals had eight damn years and couldn't even open an alien space door. Meanwhile, a twenty-year-old doctor turns one on, and flies an alien ship home!"
A ripple of murmurs filled the chamber.
Dr. Harlan Myer, head of the Scientific Research Division, rose from his seat. His white lab coat swished as he adjusted his glasses, glaring at the general. "With all due respect, General, this isn't about flying toys. It's about comprehension — about structure, analysis, safety. That boy has no formal training in xenotechnology."
General Trent sneered. "No, but he seems to have something your people don't — results!"
A few officers chuckled under their breath. Dr. Myer bristled, slamming his data pad on the table.
"You think science happens overnight? Our division has hundreds of specialists — physicists, engineers, linguists — all risking their lives trying to decode alien systems. You can't hand the most valuable discovery in human history to a reckless youth just because he got lucky!"
"Lucky?" Minister Collard shot back. "He deciphered alien code, activated an alien ship, and translated their alien language in seconds. And you call that Lucky, HA". Minister Collard scoff and continued to speak, "I may not have the same intellect as you scientist but i recognized brilliance when i see one"
Dr. Myer's tone grew cold. "Brilliance without discipline is danger. What happens if this 'boy genius' presses the wrong button? We could trigger something catastrophic."
General Trent folded his arms, voice booming. "Then maybe your scientists should've pressed more buttons instead of sitting on their hands for eight years."
That sparked an uproar. Voices overlapped —
"He's right—!"
"—completely irresponsible—!"
"—the military just wants control—!"
"—the boy should lead the project—!"
"—nonsense, he's inexperienced—!"
The room descended into a shouting match. Holograms flickered from the interference of their raised voices.
Chancellor Rooke sighed softly and finally raised her hand.
"Enough."
The word cut through the room like a blade.
Slowly, the noise died down. Eyes turned toward her as she stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding.
"I've heard both sides. The facts remain clear — this Dr. Atlas Li achieved in weeks what decades of our research couldn't. Whether by chance or genius, he succeeded where we failed."
She turned her gaze toward Dr. Myer. "You say he's untrained — that may be true. But perhaps that's exactly why he succeeded. Sometimes innovation comes from those who don't follow the rules."
Dr. Myer's lips tightened. "Chancellor, you can't be suggesting we let a twenty-year-old lead a classified scientific project."
Rooke's eyes hardened. "I'm suggesting we stop letting pride decide the fate of humanity."
There was silence.
General Trent smirked and leaned back in his chair. "I like this Chancellor more every day."
Dr. Myer exhaled slowly, frustration simmering. "If we must involve him, then at least assign oversight from the Science Division. We can't have him working unsupervised."
A senator from the Economic Council spoke next, tapping his stylus nervously. "And what about the data? If that computer truly holds alien blueprints — weapons, power sources, AI systems — whoever controls it controls the future of humanity."
Another general nodded grimly. "That's exactly the problem. If we hand this all to the Science Division, we'll be buried under bureaucratic reports. If we leave it to the military, politicians will call it a weapons project."
Minister Collard leaned forward. "Then perhaps it's time we consider a third option — a new division. A cross-field research unit. One led by Dr. Li himself."
The room went dead quiet.
Even Dr. Myer paused mid-breath. "A… new division?"
Chancellor Rooke studied the hologram of the alien ship, her reflection shimmering in its metallic hull. "Perhaps that's the answer. Something in between the military and scientist. A frontier initiative — built to explore and understand what we've only begun to uncover."
General Trent nodded approvingly. "And the boy leads it."
Dr. Myer protested, "This is madness—!"
Rooke's voice rose over him. "Madness built this Federation, Doctor. Don't forget that."
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with possibility.
Finally, Rooke exhaled and said, "We'll table this discussion until confirmation of the data transfer. Until then, Sector Four is to remain under priority lockdown. No unauthorized personnel near the alien assets."
She turned off the hologram, and the glowing blue light faded from the chamber.
But even as the officials began murmuring again, the tension remained — not just between politics and science, but between two worlds colliding: the old human order, and the dawn of something new.
Meanwhile — Sector Four Base
Atlas sat quietly in his lab, unaware of the fierce debate raging in the capital.
He was focused on something else entirely — staring at the glowing console of the alien computer as it hummed softly before him.
He murmured under his breath, "If only they knew what's really inside you…"
The screen pulsed faintly, as if answering back.
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