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Forward Motion

“These robots are actually turning out to be even more useful than we’d expected.” Alice Murcheson cast a significant look at the robot now threading tubing through the structure of the planter towers, replacing the tubing that had failed. “Quite honestly, I had expected that we’d end up having to find enough techs with both oxygen delivery certifications and the skills to set up that tubing.”

Harlan Lemont’s lips quirked upward into a smile. Not a big grin like a Shep might have given her, but a quiet expression that matched his personality. “Actually, we’d learned quite a bit just from all the work we’d done with the watering bots. Of course that was a lot simpler, which was why we could put kids on the job, but it gave us a lot of expertise in the issues of teleoperation.”

“Which allows us to use someone who understands the structure of the planter towers and the irrigation system, but doesn’t necessarily have oxygen delivery certification.”

“Teleoperation technology’s getting better all the time. Back in the early days, everything was clunky joysticks that might or might not work properly. A lot of the kids were telling me that they’d put the spex and haptic feedback gloves on and it was like they were right there inside the robot. A couple of them said they even had some vertigo when they took their control gear back off.”

Alice considered that information. “Did you have them tell Medlab?”

“I suppose I should’ve thought about it, but at the time it didn’t seem that concerning. I’ve heard of really heavy gamers reporting that kind of experience, and they came out of it in a minute or two, so it didn’t seem like anything too dangerous.” Harlan paused, looked back at the robot hard at work. “But if you think I ought to, I can tell the kids to drop by Medlab and let them know it might be an issue.”

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In Troubled Times

Ken Redmond had expected to have difficulty finding an adequate supply of replacement tubing for Agriculture’s latest problem. As it turned out, once he had the specs, it was easy to have a company over at Grissom City to run up an adequate supply. With food being a vital resource up here, it hadn’t been that hard to find it a place on a suborbital hopper, rather than having to send it overland via the Ice Train.

However, now that it had been delivered and sanitized — an easy job when hard vacuum was just outside the settlement — he had the problem of getting it installed. And that was proving a lot more difficult than he’d expected.

It had taken a lot of restraint not to ask Alice Murcheson what the hell the designers of those planter towers had been thinking when they’d set them up with the irrigation tubing worked through the structure in a way that it was effectively impossible to replace it without disassembling the whole thing. Something that would’ve been doable if this mess had been discovered right after harvest, but with the plants in question right in the middle of their growing season, not exactly advisable.

However, there was one person down here in Engineering who might just be able to work out a solution. Ken still remembered all the flak he’d taken when he decided to put Harlan Lemont in charge of the robotics shop. The kid was sharp, and he was meticulous, but everybody was certain that giving him that kind of responsibility was just asking for a major screwup.

Ken had finally put a stop to it by pointing out that they were all doing the very thing the Flannigan Adminstration had been encouraging. Instead of looking at Harlan’s actual abilities, they were looking at his geneset and assuming that, simply because his ur-brother had completely screwed the pooch on that icy winter day and crashed a T-38 into the very building where the Gemini spacecraft had been being built, he too would be a screwup.

Ken found Harlan busy explaining to one of the newest trainees how to swap out RAM modules on a standard trackbot’s motherboard. It was fairly basic work, not that much different from doing the swap in the sort of computer you had on your desktop, but it did require a steady hand and patience to get done right. Fortunately the kid was a quick learner, and soon was replacing the rest of the modules.

Harlan turned, met Ken’s gaze. “Hi, boss. How are things going?”

“That was sharp thinking on your part, setting up those bots to carry water to those planter towers down in Agriculture. “

“So it did work? The programming was still pretty shaky, especially since all the big brains down at IT were covered up with other stuff.”

Ken knew that Harlan had been hoping for full autonomous operation. Better put the best face on that failure.

“We ended up having to teleoperate them. But this way we’ve got a bunch of tweens with spex and haptic feedback gloves running the bots form a standard-environment room, instead of a bunch of highly trained people with breathing rigs carrying buckets of water, when we need them working on a dozen other projects that actually require that level of expertise.”

Harlan’s expression lightened. “And I bet those kids are rapidly becoming expert bot wranglers.” His smile quirked a little oddly. “But I don’t think you came here just to tell me how well things are working.”

“No, I didn’t. It may be working well, but it’s still a stopgap solution. We need to get the irrigation tubing replaced, and I’d rather not have to wait until those towers are ready to harvest.” He explained about the problem with the way the tubing was installed in the tower, his hope that perhaps a robotic solution could work better than having people trying to work the new tubing in by hand.

Harlan considered the problem. “I think it should be doable. It may take us a couple of days, and we’ll probably need to talk with some of the people in the other departments.”

Ken caught the hint that there’d been trouble with IT on the development of the water-carrying bots. “This is a top-priority job, on my authority. Anyone gives you trouble, let me know.”