The computers that controlled the base’s power plant were simultaneously an absolute joke and the most frustrating machines that Genni had ever had the displeasure of working with. In the time she’d spent with the People’s Army, she’d visited two dozen worlds, a handful that she’d never heard of before and another handful that were backwaters stuck in veritable Dark Ages. She’d seen tech so advanced that she would have had to dedicate a decade of her life to studying it, and she’d seen tech so primitive that she’d have to do the same thing.
Anomgen Base was run on digital computers, not quantum machines. She wasn’t sure but she thought that it probably couldn’t even connect to SolNet. It existed in a place of isolation, of antiquity, of obscurity. There were advantages to it, she supposed. There was no way for the base to be hacked except for by someone physically present in the room. But against someone who was physically present, there was almost no defense that the Annexers could hope to mount.
Now all she had to do was figure out how the damn system actually worked. When I get back to base, I’ll have to be sure to mention this during debriefing. Our spies need to be trained in the use of this outdated nonsense.
If I get back to base, I mean.
Setting aside the fact that a patrol could show up and shoot her in the back at any moment, her self-appointed mission to destroy the base would make escaping equally difficult. She could disrupt the processes that produced the base’s nuclear fuel, but that was a short-term solution to the issue of the base at best. In a short amount of time, the Annexers’ engineers would be able to undo whatever she had done. She needed to destroy the reactors themselves. Disrupt the fusion process, force the automation to keep feeding fuel to the fire, let the whole thing go critical, try and divert the excess heat and energy to the base’s ammo dumps and fueling stations and hangars. It might work. It wouldn’t annihilate the base, but blowing it to pieces might be just as good.
The sounds of gunfire and the dull thump of debris colliding with the hull of the base served as a fitting soundtrack to Genni’s desperate work. She typed hurriedly, read screens full of data she only half-understood, improvised and hoped for the best and cursed her younger self for not paying more attention in the many science classes she’d taken over the course of her life. The noises of battle grew louder as she worked, and it was only at the last moment that she realized that they were inside the hallway she had come from. Footsteps were fast approaching, and with a single curse, Genni set the program to run, drew the plasma carbine she’d taken from her would-be jailor, and aimed it at the door to the room.