
All of these elements are wrapped inside a landing bag dropped from a mission bus launched from Earth two years
after the initial bunch that included Element Earl and propelledEuropa -ward bylightsail . The bus has burned into orbit
aroundEuropa , then waited for a command from La Jolla to separate the bag and its retro system.
The follow-up flight has been marred by software glitches, some of them due to undetected programming lapses back
in the avionics lab in La Jolla, others to the assault of Jupiter's magnetic field. After all, the chips are only hardened
against electromagnetic pulse from a nuclear weapon, not the steady and relentless assault of chargedJovian particles.
Like a human trained to withstand a stomach punch only to find himself dragged behind a truck, the bus has suffered
some damage.
Which is why one of its four elements, soon to be known as "Rebecca," goes on-line during the descent phase as a
backup to thelander's systems, which are having a tough time locking on to the signal fromHoppa Station.Not to
prolong the suspense, the landing package arrives safely, bouncing half a dozen times on the icy plain, punching
holes in itself by design, and eventually disgorging four new elements.
It is only a week later when Element Earl, returning to station for thermal reasons, happens to detect (not see: his visual
sensor is usually turned off to conserve power and he was simply retracing his original route) four new arrivals—the
drilling, cargo, submersible, and portable power rover elements that will soon begin the search for life.
He passes close enough to the drilling rover, which is currently deploying its array, since diagnostics show it to have
been damaged in the rolling, rocking landing. It so happens that the array wasn't damaged. But in the stream of bits
flowing from the drilling rover to theHoppa central unit and splashing from one rover to another, Element Earl notes
the familiar signature of Element Rebecca.
As a bit of a joke, he aims his dish at hers, and feeds her the range-rate data she had asked for earlier.
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Missioncontrol for J2E2 is in a crumbling three-story structure in the bad part ofLa Jolla , south of the Cove and
bordering on the aptly-namedMissionBeach . The building formerly housed an Internet service provider. The ISP had
purchased and remodelled the place in 1998, hoping for business from theSan Diego andNorthCounty high-tech
communities, which were then wallowing in an unprecedented economic boom.
And did so for the better part of a decade, until a series of mergers closed the node.Then the AGC Corporation, newly
formed by three researchers from UC-SD, just over the hill inLa Jolla proper, leased the building for tests of their first
real-time Superluminal Light PulsePropogation /Emulation Regime (usually known as SLIPPER) on the 2012
asteroidNeva flyby. What the hell: the facility was already wired forfiber -optic and extremebandwith , and was
configured for electrical and thermal support ofAGC's ten-petaflopcomputer.
That was eighteen years and five interplanetary missions ago, and while the guts of what is now the J2E2 mission
control have continued to evolve, the exterior has been left alone.Which presents the staff with a problem. The ISP
operation had never employed more than a dozen people, while the AGC SLIPPER project has thirty or more in the
building at all times.
The parking lot is simply inadequate, and with public transport in this part of La Jolla (remember, this is California)
limited to the occasional bus, with working hours staggered, with rents and home prices in La Jolla among the highest
in the country … well, disputes are inevitable.
EarlTolan pulls his battered Chevy pickup into the gated lot and drives up to space eleven, only to find a brand-new
Volvo already there.
Tolanis fifty-nine, a senior operator on the J2E2 project after moving to AGC from Lockheed Martin, where he led
teams through good times and bad for twenty years. He is not one to lose his temper without reason.
But today he happens to be returning to work aftera what should have been a quick visit to the doctor, acheckup
which wound up taking four hours and has left him in a bad mood. So the site of this impudent little Volvo taking up
his space launches him into a state of only theoretically controlled fury.
He squeals the truck around so that its tailgate backs up to the Volvo. This is a bit of a trick, given the confined
space.Tolan has to drive up and over a curb and sidewalk median just to get into position.