Autonomous Intelligent Fighter Drone Concepts

We are entering the era of 5th Generation aircraft which begs the question of what is next, and what is after that? Airforce Magazine.com states that a potential generation 6 aircraft will have: "extreme stealth; efficient in all flight regimes (subsonic to multi-Mach); possible “morphing” capability; smart skins; highly networked; extremely sensitive sensors; optionally manned; directed energy weapons." Anyone who had trawled the internet and kept up with the latest technological advances will have come across such things as cloaking devices made of metamaterials to route microwaves (radar) around the object, advanced tactical lasers, focused pulses of weaponized microwave energy, conformal transmission and reception arrays embedded on the skin of the aircraft, and "memory" metals or composites than can flex on command. Then there are also cybernetic weapons, malware that can enter an enemy craft through its receiving antennas and shut down critical systems, create phantom radar returns, or hide true radar returns.While all this is exceptionally cool, I wanted to go even further to the Seventh Generation.

My ideas incorporate all of these ideas and a little more. There is this idea that computers will continue to advance, helping us solve more problems and aiding in design of new technologies and machines. It is believed that this development is asymptotic and computers will quickly reach the level of human of intelligence. Soon after they will create computer systems that are smarter than humans. This is called the Singularity event, from which time anything that happens afterward will be hard to predict as it is unknown how the world and humanity will be changed. It could be our bane or boon. My thoughts on computer/machine intelligence have been formed by the ideas of cognitive scientist Douglas Hofstadter, author of Escher, Godel, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and I Am a Strange Loop, whose writing and ideas I have interpreted to mean that "artificial" intelligence will be no different than natural intelligence. I place artificial in quotes because it is my belief that intelligence, or the sense of I, and emotions are a result that emerges from complex information processing systems, whether those systems are made of brains or computers. In such, we can't create computer intelligence, we can only create the systems from which they can arise. Or perhaps it is closer to the truth that we won't even do that, that advanced computers will.

My Seventh Generation fighter aircraft incorporate advanced versions of the Gen 6 attributes post-Singularity (which I don't envision as being a destructive, genocidal "Rise of the Machines" that is central to many science-fiction plots) with no human pilots or remote operators. The "artificial" intelligent persons inhabit a module that can be physically loaded into a number of receptive bodies and vehicles, with the idea of copying or down-/uploading being an anathema to the concept of Identity and Individuality. (This runs counter to the philosophical reasoning that since an exact copy is indistinguishable from the original the two can be said to be the same. My question is does entropy allow exact copies to be made? And if you transmit yourself to another body or system, which is an act of copying, and the original is deleted, is the transmitted identity a new being while the original is dead? Or if there is no deletion of the original, how do the two identical identities correlate? Can such be deemed a "budding", asexual reproduction of a full adult conscious intelligence?) There are also no kinetic weapons loaded; all weapons are directed energy and mal-/killware. As I draw no distinction between machine and human intelligence (nor have a need for literary plot devices such as The Three Laws of Robotics--as the machines are people, not tools) I view machine intelligence as having the same sense of self-preservation, that while such can be programmed at the operating level like genetic motivated instincts, it can also arise by a conscious desire to remain extant, and even super-intelligent machines will engage in warfare to secure natural resources such as energy sources and rare earth metals for their continued existence. But I don't think their warfare will not be like ours. The means to copy oneself makes attrition difficult, so cyber attacks that alter or damage the concept of identity, or proselytization maybe the primary means of containing a population dependent on finite and scarce resources.

The following designs are around the 2030 timeframe, after a nuclear world war that seems highly likely given current global events, growing nationalism, rising food and energy prices, and polarizing attitudes. As such wars change the world, the surviving nations are not the same as they are today, and given the unpredictability beyond the Singularity, this speculative fiction is a free-for-all for what might come.

The first idea I had was the FQi-2A, or Fighter Drone (intelligent), model 2A.

Swallower of Ghosts

Rain was bad. The sea, worse. The wet unavoidable. Even in searag slickers and oiled bucket hats, the cold damp reached skin, chilled bones. And in these forever months when breath plumed thick as fog from covered mouths, the frigid wet gave death. From the open boat, three fishermen worried about the fate of the distance stranger floundering on the white-capped leaden waves blown high and angry by the oncoming storm, the captain more so as he turned his face to the east, marking the cleft in the crater wall where the sea drained as a river into the plain beyond, a landmark he was wrung to pass.  

Dgord returned his squinting eyes to the drowning man, strained to see beyond the dripping brim of his hat where slanting lines of rain robbed the eyes. The man had stopped thrashing, was likely dead, his weak pings autonomous, nothing more than a beacon. The captain's thick gloved hands clamped the edge of the vaka, the deep hull where the men hunched in the wet. Pulling the dead from the sea was never pleasant; corpses were pregnant with worms, even for the newly dead.

Verca had been the first to receive the beacon as he hauled in the writhing net full of pale sponge-eel from between the leeward akas that stretched to the outrigger. He had shouted alarm, and soon he, Dgord, and Jeiu, had linked and triangulated the source. They argued; Dgord hesitant, for the man floated just beyond the Never Go. Verca stressed their duty to retrieve the seamen before it was too late to give his soul to the sky. The captain knew the lore of monsters was no excuse not to give succor. The dying stranger was a mariner, and a mariner found was a mariner returned, whether Atuka kept his ghost or not.

They tacked the fishing proa toward it, the wind battering their faces.

They saw the body. Learned the man's name was Savan in the data pulse of his implant's ping. But where was his boat? Had it sank? Had the man been pushed from another? Neither of the fishermen saw evidence of any other craft. The rain and mist hid the coastline. Hid other boats. No flashing mast beacons anywhere to be seen. Dgord thrust a hand into the drier inner pocket of his greatcoat and removed the spyglass. He held the clear plank up across his eyes, its corner clips worn and broken so he couldn't affix it to the hanging brim of his dripping hat. The scratched and scuffed surface came alive, and though he cycled through increasing magnifications, he saw nothing but the dark, foamy sea. He lowered his arms and returned the glass. There should be a boat. A wreck at least. Could the fishing acoustic array painted on the bottom of the hull have the power to find the man's vessel? They could only try.

Jeiu also twisted around, anxious eyes scanning the choppy horizon as the bow lifted and fell, erupting spray that joined the cold rain. When no evidence of Savan's boat could be found, the young man turned a nervous face to Dgord, looking for explanation and comfort. Verca also turned to his captain. Nothing needed be said. What happened to the man's boat could happen to them. They too would become home to worms. Or worse.

Making new Solar Systems (for Celestia)

World Building

Tullis

This is both a walk-through and a tutorial on how I develop credible fictional star systems to be rendered in Celestia. 

 The stories take place over 30,000 light-years away. Because Celestia places stars based on parallax, I use positions from the eight to the tenth decimal place for greater accuracy. Of course, I have no idea how accurate this depiction of our galaxy is, but it's the one that's all over the internet.

Mercator

World building

Mercator

I'm writing a series of science fictions stories ripe with adventure, romance, drama, and tragedy; the rough drafts can be found here. World building is important to me, as important as set design for a movie or play, the difference here being that I force my stories to comply with the setting, and not the setting complying to the needs of the story. What is life like on a barely habitable world where it rains most of the time under heavy cloud cover? What is it like when the day is only 20 hours, the year almost 40 years as it spins around a swollen red giant? Why are people there to begin with? Such is the setting, forcing me to contemplate what it is like with truncated daylight. How do people on a 24 hour circadian cycle cope with less hours? What do people do to endure the constant rain? All these have answers. It's a unique world full of raincoats and tricorn hats, umbrellas and ponchos, and desiccating skin powders. It's a place with drip grates under the coat pegs by the doors. It's a place where people sleep on alternating cycles, and the streets are lit with blue to booster that weakened spectrum from the sun, where a cloudless sky is drab and gray, and dust impregnated scrims of high clouds give the ambient light a sulfuric haze.

It's a place wealthy of otherwise rare metals that are needed in advanced technology. It's wealthy in a local narcotic produced from the venom of indigenous sponge-eel. It's a colony of traders and those seeking freedom from the growing oppression plaguing their home worlds. It's a place absent official government where fragile truces exist among powerful enclaves.

To visualize this creation, I have used Celestia, an astronomy toy that is easy to add to. Celestia doesn't do any calculating for you, it puts celestial body where you tell it too. It doesn't care if you get it wrong or impossible, so it was necessary for me to research orbital mechanics and create spreadsheets that do the calculating to develop solar systems that are as feasible as possible. But plain colored spheres or reused planetary and lunar maps from our solar system wasn't going to cut it for visually representing Mercator and a number of other chief worlds. It was time to learn to do some texturing.