Look, I've even found our calculations.
So, you need 12 trillion bananas to die of radiation poisoning (this many bananas would occupy a volume of 220 million cubic meters). I'm assuming that for a monkey the lethal dose would be roughly the same.
Now, one medium banana provides 451 mg of potassium, and the potassium lethal dose is about 2.5 g/kg of body weight. For an average male adult chimpanzee, that is 125 g, so it would need to eat 277 bananas to die of potassium poisoning.
Hence, you need some 43321300000 times more bananas for a chimpanzee to die of radiation poisoning than potassium poisoning.
I was right, like always, that is the one thing that races through my mind as I lay on my abdomen, starting through the window of my capsule, as the red star fades away behind Cronus VI.
Though I did get a nice job, as the loser of the election, which is not bad, not bad at all, as the new head of the Imperial armaments research and production group, or simply put, the Gun Minister.
Just like this view, of the outer dome, as cargo ships fly by, as well as our new armed versions, which are called Space Technicals, after the armed vehicles of the 20,st/21st century, cargo ships that have been fitted with shielding and weapons, such as railguns, missile tubes and point defense pulsers.
Big, quantumsteel boxes with heavy ion thrusters on the end of them, 400 meter long and 80 meters wide, and a bulky bunker looking bridge, and ports for its space shipping containers on each side.
These are called the ANVIL CLASS GUNBOAT, our versions, which replaced the cargo sections for missile tubes, with railsguns, shield generator and point defense pulsers added to the outer hull on points the small cargo was transferred through, to create improvised warships for planetary defense.
Simple, but effective enough to guard our borders, and I just lay here, as I enjoy my day off, after the endless files, reports, and ideas for new weaponry, as I enjoy some really good synthwave music.
Blake Starbright, head of the Imperial armaments research and production group, which is low on manpower AND resources, but fortunately we are not low on resourcefellness or on ingenuity.
For example, we are presently working on long range, anti ship missiles, capable of traveling beyond our system, to intercept enemy fleets, and the ANTIMATTER WARHEADS to destroy said fleets with.
Antimatter warheads are theory so far, but the research is going well, in our new research station, despite the objections and invasion threats by the Coalition AND the Community Pact against us.
The Coalition Defense Council is also electing a new Arbiter, after she was forced to resign, following accusations of corruption, inaction and appeasement, replacing the Rhalian pacifist with a conservative 147-year-old half-human of the CORE PARTY called Edim Nyaka to end the deadlock.
And I decide to go to sleep as I close the window shutters, and I stretch my arms and legs as I say: "Computer, turn off lights", as I close my eyes to get some sleep, after a very long working day.
But I do not get a very long rest, in fact, I think I hear the colony's proximity alarms only half an hour later, as I spring up, as I open the shutters, as I see blue flashes in space, as time seems to freeze.
I can only get out of my capsule as I feel more and more nervous, as I get to the large window in the corridor, as I see small lights, like stars, but brighter, as I rush down the stairs to the emergency shelter below the building, passed dozens of workers and militants as the alarms get louder.
And after a long run I arrive at the blast doors, as I walk in, passed the armed guards, as I walk through the corridors, to my assigned shelter, as I am joined by 2 masked militants, as one of them holds his UP-51 submachine pulser as he says: "The Coalition has arrived, it's a whole FLEET!"
And he is right, I can hear the reports as I step into my private shelter, a 6 by 6 meter room with a bed, holoscreen, and a food dispenser, as well as a simple chair, as I see a fleet of at least 168 warships in orbit of Crysahs, the large ice world at the edge of the system as I watch in awe.
I just wait as the reports flood in from our sensors, which confirm what I am seeing, a massive coalition war fleet, so big it has not seen since the grand war, in a classic arch formation.
A fleet is made out of 72 Rapier class cruisers, 60 class Star Glaive class frigates, 30 Sirius VII class escort carriers and 4 enormous, 16 kilometer long, 6 kilometer wide Kairos class hypercarriers.
Sirius VII class escort carriers are 300 meter long escort ships, which are made out of hexagonal and rectangular shapes, that form a long tube, with 3 boxes attached to its rear that houses ion thrusters each, which allows it is preform extremely tight maneuvers, even in the vacuum of space.
It also has 10 hangar bays full of fighters and gunships, and it is armed with 12 pulse gun turrets, 30 rapid fire pulse defense weapons, and 6 rows of missile tubes, as well as medium shields, and armor.
The Kairos class hypercarrier is a whole other story, it is less of a warship, and more of a mobile base, with 26 giant hangar bays full of fighters and gunships and other support craft.
It is shaped like a giant version of the Rapier class cruiser, with 2 giant, rectangular, pod shaped hangar bay modules, with enormous ion thrusters attached to the rear of its main hull.
It is armed with endless rows of missile tubes, dozens of heavy pulse cannon batteries, and a large array of rapid fire pulse defense weapons, (RFPD guns) 10 layers of quantumsteel armor and 17 layers of regenerating shields, and it is easily the most powerful ship the entire Coalition Navy.
I can only watch the screen of my shelter, as the fleet starts to jam all long range sensors, making all civilian faster than light travel impossible, and I still can not believe they are already here.
Our own space fleet forms a defensive line around the colony, led by our 7 Shadaya class assault raiders, as we wait for the battle, as the enemy launches clouds of its fighters and bombers.
It is the new Edim Nayaka, the new Arbiter of the Coalition Defense Council, a tall half Human half Tarraylian man with dark blue skin with light brown tones, bright blue eyes, graying black hair, and a short beard made out of transparent tentacles, dressed in a simple, dark blue Coalition military coat.
There he is, behind a desk, with the steel blue flag of the United Coalition on it, with a large, golden wing shaped circle on it, as the headline reads OPERATION PERSEVERANCE, as he starts his speech:
"My fellow sentients, today the Coalition defense force has blockaded the rebellious worlds, to prevent a resurgence of the hated union, the insurgent leaders have a Terran cycle to surrender, or we will be forced to implement force, to prevent another genocide, and another grand war"
Absurd, what genocide?, the only genocide was committed by the syndicalist scorching of Novia Terra, not by the Union, FAKE NEWS, filthy roaches, FRAG EM ALL!, and their filthy slug buddies!
And I just cross my arms, expecting our fleet to charge at the enemy, or launch a volley of missiles, but instead they do nothing, as they launch our own fighters in strike groups of 7 craft each.
We have the captured Syndicalist M-33 Flachete fighters, but most of ours are the older DonJu-33 Grayhawk class fighter craft, as I see the old Union craft blazing through space on my screen.
They have a long, elongated cockpit, with a set of forward pointing, curved wings attached to it, 2 ion thrusters attached underneath it, and it is armed with a heavy pulser cannon and 2 large missile bays inside each wing, as well as a simple shield generator, and a simple thrust vectoring system.
The enemy has given us a delay, and all we can do now is stare at the blockade, as I get a message from Amika, telling me they will launch a surprise attack in 13 minutes, using the class assault raiders.
She believes a volley of SaviThor missiles are more than enough to damage or even destroy the Kairos class hypercarriers, as the orbital defense platforms wreak havoc on the remaining fleet, since they are armed with the same type of missiles, and they are all unmanned, so no need for a crew.
And the plan states that this loss will force a retreat, allowing us to call reinforcements, which should secure a far better position at the negotiation table, as our enemies jump at each other's throats.
At least, that is the idea, but the enemy fleet is massive, and even the deadly SaviThor missiles might not break through their defenses, but Amika has made up her mind, so it IS going to happen.
I am given the command of the orbital defenses, since I am good at organizing artificial intelligence networks, with wimple, exact orders, as I set the targets for the large hyperpulse cannons.
The time seems to count down, like a timer on a bomb, as I see the battle plans being made, as I wait for the storm, as our cities are brought to the emergency shelters, like they did in the grand war, when this colony was besieged by a giant joined CDF community Pact taskforce.
I can only watch as we fire our missiles, and they vanish in flashes of bright blue light, and they are moving so fast my eyes can not follow them, so I wait for the missile to impact the carriers.
But nothing happens, I can only see their shielding going up, like bright, blue light barriers, as the fighters engage each other in dogfights, which starts the real battle, as we fire more missiles.
And I am working on my command console to find out why the missiles have not detonated, as this chaotic storm of white pulse cannon bolts, red-hot pulser rounds, and railgun projectiles unfolds.
Clouds of fighters go at each other in brutal duels, as the enemy capital ships unleashes volley after volley at our fleet, which struggles against the larger fleet, which is far more advanced, far better shielded, and far better armed, making our Space Technicals explode like fireworks as they close in.
And then I get the reports, as I see images of our missile being cut to pieces by a new type of energy shielding, that can intercept our sub-lightspeed missiles, as Amika orders our fleet to charge in.
Our fighters are doing better, but the enemy has its fleet, which supports their fighters, and then, when the last assault raider explodes, I order a retreat, as I realize Amika is on one of those ships.
And as I see the wreckage of our fleet drift in space I order the forts to open up with everything they have, as they are taken out by the giant volleys of missiles and pulse cannons rounds, as I start to panic, as I realize Amika is gone, as I see her ships breaking up into smoldering hull fragments.
Our entire fleet has been destroyed, and 70% of our fighters, and the enemy has only lost 2 ships, with another 17 being damaged, as they order a system-wide surrender on all channels as I start to wonder who is in charge now, as I see Amika was not on her ships, as she summons me to her room.
I just go through the underground corridors of our colony, as heavily armed militia members run by, and the voices echo through the intercom all around me in this giant, concrete labyrinth.
And when I get there I see Amika is gearing up to fight, in a set of heat-resistant body armor, and a pulser pistol in her hand, as she says: "Look, I need you to stay here, and organize the battle, I am going to fight these bastards myself", but then we see the Coalition has not fired at the colony yet.
They are just in orbit blockading the system, as they repeat the same call for our surrender, over and over, as Amika sneers: "Cowards, they are just afraid of a fair fight", as I see our gunships fly by.
"Order them to patrol the airlocks, they will have to fight their way through a bottleneck, and that will cost them" I coldly say as Amika nods as she walks up to me as she says: "See you around kid"
And she just leaves as I go on to another room, where I see the command staff is redeploying the militia around the old fortifications by the former DMZ, as I sit by the holographic map table.
We have many troops, but not many vehicles, since we do not have enough spare parts or trained troops, so we used their weapons as turrets instead, as our militants patrol the colony with light vehicles and small arms, rocket launchers and mortars, but what we need is reinforcements, FAST.
And then I see small transport vessels flying out of the hangar bays of the escort carriers, but everything goes black, just as I try to order a general alert, and nothing seems to work anymore.
I just sit on my chair, as I hear mild thuds above me, as I try to look for a gun, but I went here so fast I forgot my pulser pistol, so I decide to walk to the armory as fast as I can, as I hear pulsefire.
But then I freeze in terror come around the corner, as I see Amika, or rather, something that used to be Amika, as my mind implodes, as I am hit by a blinding flash, and a deafening explosion.
-?? day of the ? month, new calender, Year 72.545, Location Unknown-
I wake up as I hear metal banging on metal, as a gate of some sort slams shut, as well as distant voices that echo in the distance, and my head hurts so much it is making me sick and dizzy.
And then I hear an airlock closing, or a hatch, as the noises are replaced by a strange humming sound, as I struggle to open my eyes, as I feel a rough mattress under me as I feel like I am moving.
And then, as my eyes adjust to the bright blue light, I see my surroundings, as I hear the hum of space all around me, as I see I am in a round cell, surrounded by enourmous transparent walls.
They form a circle all around me, with a set of blue lights tubes in the smooth steel ceiling, as I see I am on a steel bed bolted to the floor, with a floor made out of steel tiles, as I slowly get up.
And I just stare at the view through the glass, of a dark, ominous looking moon that has a red glow to it, or maybe it is a small planet?, with a small, white star in the distance, as I stand on my feet.
The room has a bed, a simple steel toilet with a water basin, and a basic hygienic cleansing scanner, and nothing else, and I can only walk around and touch the plastasteel as I see I am wearing a simple, beige prison jumpsuit, with a text on it that confirms my worst fears, and crushes all my hopes.
-Ashtomb Spermax Correctional Facility-
Nobody knows where it is, nobody knows how to get there, ort how to get out, it is a blsck hole, and everybody that has been there has NO IDEA how they got there, since they are always tranquizized.
Nobody knows where it is, nobody knows how to get there or how to get out, and I can only stare out at this strange barren rock, as it glows with volcanic activity, as I try to find a keypad.
And then I find it, a small keypad on my bed, with 4 keys, that show icons of a glass, a radio and a red one, with a bell on it, as I press the one with the radio on it as I lay down.
And then I hear soft jazz music in my cell, as I press the key with the glass, as I see a tile rising from the ground, like a steel column, as the top shows a round ring light, as a glass of water materializes, and I just drink the water from the plastic glass, as I listen to the music, in this strange box.
A void all around me, as I see nothing below me but gray, steel bulkheads, and other cells, with blacked out plastasteel, as I wonder what to do now, as I hear a ping, as the ring light turns green.
And then I see a feint light as a plate of some sort of root like stew materializes, with a cup of ginger tea, at least, it smells like ginger tea, and it tastes like a strange kind of cabbage, not bad really.
I then put the plate back, and it vanishes as the fork and the knife drop, replacing it by a simple writing/reading pad,, but I am not going to use it for that, I am going to ABUSE it to ESCAPE.
I just need tools, and I still have my knife and fork laying on the floor, since they dropped on the steel floor, as I use them to pry the pad open, revealing the battery, the motherboard, and the display, and I start to work on it, as I listen to an old Terran music called Rockin' in the Free World by Neil Young.
I work for DAYS, and when I am done I go to sleep as the lights turn off, as I wonder why nobody ever checks up on me, but I still hide the pad under the mattress each night, as the days go by.
-?? day of the ? month, new calender, Year 72.545, Ashtomb Spermax Correctional Facility-
I have no idea how much time has passed, but the modifications to the pad are done, and I turn it on as I see the logo of the designer, as I access the local network, as I sit on my bed with some music on.
The news seems to say the peace between the Community Pact and the Coalition is even more fragile than a few weeks ago, as the Coalition struggles with its more, MILITARIST elements.
The Arbiter is seen as a weak leader, that makes deals with the hated syndicalists, while he reduces the budget for the military and aid for refugees from the systems under syndicalist control, I mean if I was a politician on the Coalition I would certainly use that to my advantage, that is for sure.
A military coup is not the right way, maybe I should gain power though other means, that might actually work, even from this place, so I just get to work as I gather the news from secure sources.
I create a simple media platform, to shed some light on recent events, using predictions based on the reports I read in the military messages I intercept, after all, their codes are easy to break.
The officers are still using the same encoding algorithms for the private messages, and they always share far too much information with their friends and family, so I abuse that, with my propaganda.
For example, the Coalition Defense Council plans to appoint one of those filthy slugs as the new minister of health, so I start a simple hashtag against this called #Noslugsinpower, quite catchy really.
I send my opinions to every news station and social media platforms, as I try to find a way out of this place, as I nudge the Coalition towards a war with the syndicalists with a few bits here and there.
A few hours later I find a way, as I reprogram the food dispenser to synthesize a simple badge of a Coalition naval officer, as I arrange a transfer, to a low security cell, as well as ship to get m out.
Then I feel a beam hitting me as I faint, and a few hours later I wake up in a square holding cell, with a window that has a view of the large docking arm, as I see a brick shaped cargo ship with ion 6 thrusters and a few pulse defense pulse cannons, as it docks as I wait, as I pull out the badge.
And I use it to open the doors, and I walk out, as I sneak into the ventilation shafts, as I make my way to the docking arm, where the crew of the cargo ship is waiting for me, after I leave a dummy on the bed, and I greet the large, muscular captain by transferring some credits with my hacked data pad.
He is tall, very tall, with long gray hair, blue eyes, and a stern, militaristic way of walking, as he strides around in his long, synthetic leather coat, as he head into his ship, as I detonate the cell I was in.
Simple micro charge, plasma bomb, destroys everything, so I am dead, at least as far as everyone knows, so I will need a new name, and a new look, so I can blend that into my new life.
The ship is old, and rather dirty, but I like it, it makes me feel human, as we speed through the galaxy to the core world, TERRA, the crown jewel of the Coalition, and the birthplace of humanity.
-13th day of the 8th month, new calender, Year 72.545, Terran system, Sola Primus-
HOLY SPIRITS, I made it, I am actually in high orbit over Terra itself, as I walk through the docking arm of the orbital dockyards over the EurAsian continent, as I see through the large windows, as I get to my appointment, in a little place called Gino's, a diner on this giant wheel shaped space station.
My contact should be there, but first things first, I need new clothes, so I just go to the first Orbit store, and I pick out a second hand, dark brown overall, and I pay with my brand new ID card.
And they worker just attaches it to my sleeve as I look on my pad, as I see my journalism has paid off well, as I head to the central terrace on top of the wheel, with a great view of Earth and Luna.
The central terrace is round, with terraces, kiosks, and ancient style food trucks, with little flower beds, parks, and fruit trees, with a quantumsteel frame that holds the plastasteel segments in place.
I just walk around as I see tourists, salesmen, politicians, businesspeople and tradespeople, as they hang around, as I walk on to find this little place, with bright neon signs everywhere, with most of them focused on food, drinks, and entertainment, such as soft drinks, and fast food.
The stand I am looking for is small, and if I did not know the name I would walk right by the ancient land vehicle, with a strange old symbol on the front, and a few picnic tables around it, as I see the sign on top of it: GINO'S, A DINER, so I just head there as I see several people in colorful clothes.
But then I feel a hand on my shoulder as a voice says: "Follow me man, I am the contact, Humanity supreme", which is the code word, so I just follow him as the others follow us to a small airlock.
The young man has black hair, a steel chain around his neck, and he is dressed in a simple black shirt, and we enter a service corridor as I see the docked ships through the windows.
And after a while we walk into a large office overlooking the dockyards, with Luna behind it, as he signs me to sit by a large table, as I take a good look at him as he messages somebody on his comm.
He has black hair, pale skin, dark green eyes, and a slender build, with spiked armbands and a chain necklace on, as he says: "Ok man, we have, like, a place for you, welcome to earth, Humanity supreme!", as we stare at the bulky cargo ships as they fly by on their way to Terra.
"Our ride should be here soon, but we have to wait here, too much steel blue out there to chill" the young man says as he sits on a chair as he says: "Oh I am Khas Ashborne", as he smiles at me, as I see his very pale skin, meaning he is STARKIN, born and raised on a space colony, without any sunlight.
And then I see a fly by in the distance as Khas says: "Oh, and your new name will be fine, cool name, sounds very powerful, Marcus Caster", not even colonial name, so your mild accent should be fine.
I just look at his smug smile as I say: "Well, yours is not bad either, I bet you are very popular with the girls", and he laughs, shrugs as he says: "No idea, I never tested that to be honest"
Khas just takes out a can of grape soda as he says:"Oh, you will be living in New Accad, all politicians live there, and you are a new member of the Terran Reactionary Movement, oh, and you will need a new look, so first things first", and I see another young man walk with a steel box.
And he places it behind me, and it unfolds into a robot that starts to work on my hair, as well as my eyes, as watches, as he Khas says: "Give him titanium blonde curls, and green eyes, QUANTUM man!"
I feel the beams changing my facial features, as I struggle to keep my eyes open, as I see Khas staring at me as he says: "Nearly done, hang in there", as I feel my face changing into a longer shape.
And then I get a set of dark shades as we head on into another service corridor as I see all colors are even more bright and vibrant, as I see the stars, the bright blue glow of Terra as we head on.
Then we see a 23 meter long, angular looking cargo craft with 2 ion thrusters as Khas says: "There she is, my very own ship, the Razorcrash", as we head in through the airlock as he hums a little song.
The inside of the craft is large, and it has a very luxurious looking seating area with a holoscreen and a minibar, and we just sit down as says: "Welcome to Terra, I hope you like it as much as I did!", and we just take off as I ask: "Where are you from?", and he just says: ''Phobos colony, Ashborne''
And I just feel we are moving as Khas says: "Autopilot, best class AI, pretty sweet, and pricy", as we shoot towards the earth, as I see we are heading towards Northern Africa, where the Sahara desert used to be, which has been replaced with the Great Emerald plains in the late 12.000,s.
New Accad, a giant city of 70 million residents, like increasingly smal,l hexagonal terraces build on top of each other, but 3 kilometers wide, 500 meters tall, and connected by white causeways.
Like giant ice crystals, covered with trees and buildings, as we land on a large, round landing pad as I sense something is about to happen, so I order the craft to land at another landing site.
The other site is small and indoors, but Khas approves by nodding at me as the doors open, as we land on a small pad as he says: "Well, let's get this fragging show on the road shall we?", as we head out as I get to work on my pad, as Khas leads me to my new home, as he stays very close to me.
-19th day of the 8th month, new calender, Year 72.545, Terran system, Sola Primus-
I wake up as I feel pain in my stomach, my abs, and my arms, as my head pounds with pain as I taste my blood, and I struggle to get up as I look for a way out, but there is none as I get kicked again.
I was going out for a walk, and then I got attacked by a street gang as I walked back to my capsule home, and now I feel nothing but pain as I struggle to stay awake as I see 4 Nurgians running off.
And then I fade away, as I see my legs are broken, and the net thing I see is the roof of a hospital, as I try to figure out what happened, as I see Khas standing by my bed, in all black clothes, with a box in his hands as he says: "Easy there, that gang busted you up pretty bad", as I can not feel my legs.
Now that I think about it, I can not feel my arms either, as Khas says: "You will be fine, everything is still attached, thank all Saints in heaven", as I sigh as I ask: "Why was I attacked anyhow?"
"We think it was a politically motivated assassination attempt, disguised as a robbery" Khas says as I feel a rage within me as I glare at the ceiling with hatred as he says: "You will need security from now on, sorry, but I am not letting you out alone again, you are lucky to be alive", as I just nod as I sigh.
Lucky to be alive, well, am I?, AM I lucky to be alive?, Is anybody?, is there any purpose to this perpetual confusion?, no, I can not think like a victim, I need to get my act together, NOW.
I just go to work on my pad, since my hands still work, and there is a lot of news that I need to react to, such as the new military draft in the fragging Community Pact, and their occupation of my colony.
But the time of inaction is over, and in a few days my body will be healed, and then, my time will come, and I will seize power, not by force of arms, but by force of words.
New part of my syfy story.
The Spin competition is where everyone that volunteers for it I put them on a wheel and spin it and if I land on you I take you away The last person left gets from everyone that participated A country ball drawing or A fact book or dispatch about them also I put The winner in a fact book and second and third in the fact book as well
Now who wants to be in it