Майкл Крайтон: The Andromeda Evolution

It was said by her colleagues (in private) that Hopper, a calm, gray-eyed woman, had the patience of a land mine. In fact, she was perfectly satisfied with the slow pace of this job. She was the third acting commander of the project. Both of her predecessors had devoted the entirety of their careers to this post. As far as Hopper was concerned, it would be perfectly fine if Project Eternal Vigilance lived up to its name.

By the account of her longest-serving analysts, Hopper was fond of the rather pedantic saying “Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.”

It was a sentiment that had begun to go stale among her staff.

This low morale was ironic, considering that at its inception, Project Eternal Vigilance had been considered the prime posting within all armed forces, and every roster spot vigorously competed for (by those with the security clearance to even know of it).

The project had been spawned in the aftermath of the Andromeda incident—a weapons research program gone horribly wrong, detailed in the publication popularly known as The Andromeda Strain .

In the late 1960s, the US Air Force deployed a series of high-altitude unmanned craft to search for weaponizable microparticles in the upper atmosphere. In February 1967, the Scoop VII platform proceeded to find exactly what the military men were looking for, except that the original Andromeda Strain was far more virulent than anyone could have guessed.

Before it could be retrieved by military personnel, the recovery capsule was compromised by overly curious civilians. The microparticle proceeded to infect and gruesomely wipe out the entire forty-eight-person population of the town of Piedmont, Arizona—save for an old man and a newborn baby. These surviving subjects were discovered and rescued by the acclaimed bacteriologist Dr. Jeremy Stone and the pathologist Dr. Charles Burton. The two survivors were isolated for study in an underground cleanroom laboratory, code-named Wildfire. Their fates were eventually classified to protect their privacy.

It was in Wildfire that a team of eminent scientists, hand selected for this situation, raced to study the exotic microparticle later dubbed AS-1; they found that it was one micron in size, transmitted by inhalation in the air, and caused death by near-instantaneous coagulation of the blood. And although its microscopic six-sided structure and lack of amino acids indicated it was nonbiological, AS-1 proved capable of self-replicating—and mutating.

Before the Wildfire team could finish their tests, the Andromeda Strain evolved into a novel plastiphage configuration called AS-2. Though harmless to human beings, AS-2 was able to depolymerize the plastic sealing gaskets that isolated the laboratory bulkheads. A nuclear fail-safe was triggered and heroically disarmed moments before detonation.

However, remnants of the AS-2 variety escaped, the particles outgassing into the atmosphere and dispersing globally. Although this new particle was not harmful to humans, it wreaked havoc on nascent international space programs that depended on advanced polymers to reach orbit.

Thus began Project Eternal Vigilance.

Hours after the Andromeda incident, the founding members of Project Wildfire lobbied the president of the United States for emergency resources. The goal was to begin worldwide monitoring for new outbreaks of the Andromeda Strain or its subsequent evolutions. Their proposal was given immediate and generous funding from the Department of Defense black budget, staffed with top analysts, and officially activated three days later.

But that was over fifty years before, and every scientist involved in the first Andromeda incident had since passed away.

Today, Colonel Hopper watched as the rows of computer monitors came on, bathing her analysts’ faces in bluish light. The colonel sighed at the view, ruminating on the huge expense necessary to secure every bit of satellite time, every analyst hour, and the immense amounts of data transfer and storage.

Colonel Hopper was well aware of her unit’s dwindling influence. At every morning shift, she noted the increasing mileage on her equipment, the attrition of her best analysts, and the encroaching needs of the other units at work in Fairchild AFB.

In particular, Air Mobility Command (AMC) had been pushing for more satellite time to ease their daily task of coordinating KC-135 Stratotanker aerial refueling craft in the thin air high above Tibet and the Middle East. The acting commander of AMC had even gone on record with the opinion that Eternal Vigilance was a pointless waste of resources.

And it seemed he was correct.

Eternal Vigilance had been on high alert for over fifty years—with Hopper at the helm for the last fifteen. And before today, it had never found a single thing.

IT IS A WELL-ESTABLISHED Achilles’ heel of human civilization that individuals are more motivated by immediate private reward than by long-term, collective future benefits. This effect is particularly evident when considering payoffs that will take longer than a generation to arrive—a phenomenon called intergenerational discounting.

The concept was formally introduced by the young French economist Florian Pavard during a poorly attended speech at the International Conference on Social Economics on October 23, 1982:

The average span of a human generation is twenty-five years. Any reward occurring beyond this generational horizon creates an imbalance that undermines long-term cooperation. In short, we as a species are motivated to betray our own descendants. In my view, the only possible solution is the institution of harsh and immediate punishments for those who would be unfaithful to the future.

It has been subsequently theorized that our species’ seeming inability to focus on long-term existential threats will inexorably lead to the destruction of our environment, overpopulation, and resource exhaustion. It is therefore not an uncommon belief among economists that this inborn deficit represents a sort of built-in timer for the self-destruction of human civilization.

Sadly, all the evidence of world history supports this theory.

And thus, despite well-known deadly high stakes, Project Eternal Vigilance suffered from endemic human shortsightedness. Over the years, the operational capacity of the program had been deferred, discounted, and diminished. And on this particular rainy morning, the project was on its last legs, barely functioning . . . but still viable.

At 16:24:32 UTC Colonel Hopper was seen on internal video, sitting at her desk with perfect posture. Her half-empty thermos of coffee rested atop a pile of equipment requisition forms that she must have known would be denied, and yet had forced herself to complete anyway.

A call came through.

Sliding on her headset, Hopper punched a button on her comm line, her monitors erupting into life.

“Vigilance One. Go ahead,” she said, speaking in the clipped tones of a lifelong data analyst.

The voice she heard had a distinct American accent, and she recognized it from her dwindling team of field operatives.

“This is Brasiliero. I’ve got something you’ll want to see.”

“Private channel is open, pending certificates.”

“Pushing through now.”

Tapping keys, Hopper granted the request.

All at once, the bank of four flat-panel monitors lining the front wall flared with data. Each monitor showed a discrete overhead view of the Amazon jungle: a basic unenhanced digital camera image; a light detection and ranging (LIDAR) map; an enhanced-color hyperspectral view of the canopy; and the minutely detailed gray-scale topography of synthetic aperture radar.

The drone footage was live, being generated in real time.

One by one, the eight analysts looked up at the front screens, pushing their chairs away from desks and murmuring to one another. Personalized workstations began to blink with ancillary data, information flowing to specialists according to their domain of control. Colonel Hopper stood.