We were lost south of the mainland and without communications but the sky was clear. Sarina was upbeat.
Everyone was waiting for Sarina’s Graphic of a futuristic Starship Space Convoy Manoeuvre to be made available.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were responsible, in some respect, for this disaster. They had reacted to an immediate crisis without understanding the larger situation.
This was a situation that the resident crew had understood, which was why they had started an evacuation before attempting to suppress the fire.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were very good at figuring out what could go wrong, and good at predicting how the crew respond to things going wrong. How people act in a crisis. They had the science to manage it. Study it. Focus on it.
We live it, over and over again, for the sake of the people who will hopefully only have to live it once. Or never.
Preparedness is how Sarina and Soldier Sam make sure things have a chance to go right even when they’ve already gone wrong.
"What are we going to do?" asked Sarina. Sarina looked concerned. "I don't know," Soldier Sam answered. "Let's call Mission Control and see if Rams Mascot has any suggestions."
Suddenly, we saw a three flash blast, a red one, a white one and a blue one. We wondered for a moment who it could be and then Sarina pulled our attention to the Space news report. The Avengers had been spotted flying overhead!
Perfect timing we figured, if only we could contact the Avengers and ask of their help then Super Monster could be stopped! We worked together and wrote letters to every superhero we knew, it wasn’t long until they all arrived on Planet X.
Working together, we and the superheroes decided to build a machine which would transport Sarina to Superhero camp, where Rams Mascot and his team could make Planet X great again!
Rams Mascot could see what they were up to and he could see the Storm Troopers fleeing from their planet in search for help- so our visit is no surprise to them! Rams Mascot gave Sarina some extra power to fly our space crafts into orbit.
Fortunately, we knew Sarina once travelled to space in record time while someone was getting Soldier Sam’s dinner ready. Sarina knew all about what we would need so Rams Mascot called her and she gave such good advice and told Rams Mascot all about her own travels to space.
We decided Sarina’s space craft was an easier option than building a rocket, as that would take forever! So we got to work and within hours had they travelling devices ready.
The portion of the ship that housed the rocket starter was heavily damaged. The batteries that turned the starter were completely destroyed. We began to consider we might be trapped on Planet X.
A spinning silver doughnut slung to a long, axel-like hub by a series of tension cables, our Station held itself together and generated spin gravity through a careful balance of forces.
The result was making its defaults seem all the more apparent—but our homeport is set at default as well. So easy to disrupt or destroy. It’s just so much bigger than us that we can trick ourselves about its resilience. About our own resilience.
Soon after, still being hungry, Soldier Sam quickly jumped inside the rocket and safely flew back to the Station That moment, Soldier Sam heard something coming from the kitchen: “Soldier Sam, it’s time to have your meal!’’
Soldier Sam finally had something to eat. This was turning into an unforgettable adventure with Sarina. They could explore space once again, but for longer.
Sarina and Soldier Sam had their next coordinates set and were cruising in formation with the Starship piloted by Rams Mascot.
Rams Mascot had just returned from a distant Star and while Sarina and Soldier Sam and were getting ready to put the Starship in cruise control for the night they heard a loud “BANG!”
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked around at each other, “What was that!?” shouted Soldier Sam.. “Uh-oh, maybe a fuse blew in the engine room?” Or is someone trying to fire on our position?”
The engine room night shift radioed Sarina and confirmed that, yes, it was a short fuse in the Engine Room that caused the disruption but the crew had fixed it an they were good to go for the night.
Early the next morning, Sarina was jolted awake by the sound of troubling gun fire some distance to their Starship. She ran outside and asked where it came from.
Sarina showed up in the control center only to learn that one of their fleet was taken out of action, permanently.
Rams Mascot’s Starship had survived the attack and said he didn’t understood how the flanking friendly got taken out, but confirmed the loud fire they had heard was in fact their partner ship blowing up into the Starlit night.
What a loss that would be to their effort. Rams Mascot was still in the lead, with a mission to find any planet that could support the next Season of Rams Football.
Sarina was waiting for Mission Control to find out how they had lost the ship. Were they too in danger? No one knew.
Rams Mascot radioed Sarina and said “if Mission Control is not going to figure out how that adversary ship breached our formation, then we have to do it.”
Soldier Sam was on patrol duty and began their search for the adversary ship. He noticed a trail of footsteps and began to follow them closely.
The tracks looked smaller than the radar signature left by most Starships they had encountered in the past and it had a distinctive tail, like it was headed for a planet neither Sarina’s ship or the Spacecraft commanded by Rams Mascot had visited in the past.
“Maybe it’s from an distant Planet in another Galaxy” suggested Rams Mascot.
“No, I think they are definitely some sort of Local thing” responded Soldier Sam. They argued over the prints when Sarina noticed a mysterious Moon right in front of them.
Sarina and Soldier Sam landed on the Moon and Rams Mascot took his ship into overdrive. Rams Mascot was now to be the Lead Scout in search of a Planet that could be home to Rams Football.
Sarina and Soldier Sam debarked from their ship and began to explore the Moon to look around for clues.
Suddenly, Soldier Sam lifted a handle on the Welcoming Pad and quickly realized that it was a trap door.
After informing Rams Mascot of their new position on the Moon, Sarina and Soldier Sam decided that they needed to investigate it and although Rams Mascot was skeptical, he agreed.
The door led Sarina and Soldier Sam to an underground tunnel where they walked for quite a while in the darkness with only a flashlight from the cabin. There were strange noises and Solider Sam was signalling for caution.
After a while, Sarina and Soldier Sam arrived at a section of the tunnel with a single hanging light and decided to sit down to rest.
“It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” said Soldier Sam.
Then all of a sudden, Sarina and Soldier Sam received a Stress Signal from Rams Mascot. Rams Mascot said he was being pulled right into the darkness of another Galaxy!
Sarina and Soldier Sam immediately hustled back to their Starship, and in an instant were traveling again at Light Speed in search of Rams Mascot.
Rams Mascot was pushing the emergency button as Sarina and Soldier Sam jumped up and shot off into the darkness trying to locate him.
They ran frantically trying to find Rams Mascot until they came across a wind-swept portal to a part of the solar system they were totally unaware of, and they were sure Rams Mascot was on the other side of it.
Together Sarina and Soldier Sam counted to three and charged right through the door. What they found was not Rams Mascot at all.
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked up at their controls and saw, in contrast to their normal setup, their monitor was flashing full of screens, and thousands of buttons glowing in all different colors the likes of which they had never witnessed.
On the screen in front of them was a map of the Milky Way. The other screens had what looked like planets that neither of them had ever learned about in training exercises.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were shocked beyond belief.
“What is this place?” asked Sarina with a look of uncertainty on her face.
“It looks like some sort of outer space control center” Soldier Sam replied.
Sarina had just noticed strange text on the screen that she didn’t quite understand, when suddenly the door behind them slammed shut.
“It’s not opening!” shouted Soldier Sam pulling the handle as hard as he could.
They both looked up at the ceiling and noticed orange smoke starting to come from the vents and it was quickly filling the room.
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked at each other before suddenly collapsing in a deep sleep.
After many hours had passed, Sarina and Soldier Sam began to wake up, this time in a much different place.
“Where are we?” asked Soldier Sam as they both looked around.
Their normal control room had been transformed into a small space with only a locked door. Sarina dug in her pocket and pulled out the master key, then tried to unlock the door with it.
After trying and trying, Sarina and Soldier Sam finally decided to give up right as they heard a “beep!” and the door slid open.
“Rams Mascot!” they both shouted excitedly as they saw him there standing in the doorway.
Sarina and Soldier Sam had entered “The Situation Room”. T
hey knew they needed a plan to pitch their next moves to Rams Mascot. And these proposals needed to be made up on the Spot!!
“Sarina needs to sleep before engaging the targets. Another hour, at least.” Solider Sam insisted.
“Sir, the crew addressed Solider Sam, Sarina’s action profile indicates otherwise. She has a go/no-go decision to make with HQs She can sleep when she’s back State Side.
“Don’t say it. You’re getting punchy.” Solider Sam retorted.
“I just go by the data.” the crew chief explained.
“But I’m the duty officer, said Solider Sam. You’re the chief of staff. This is the first time she’s slept in three days. Another hour.”
That’s the moment Sarina sits up and reaches for the bottle of bourbon that’s under her bunk. It’s always hot back here.
Sarina, hardened from years of battle operated the Starship, nicknamed “the Unstoppable Bronx Bomber’ It sways on the Intergalactic Turnpike, its suspension groaning under the weight of tons of armor and servers. Then it settles back into its smooth, relentless drive forward into the night.
We are a Space Armada, snaking through the Universe like fugitives, scrambling to yet another secure location from which Sarina can lead the campaign.
Sarina motions to Soldier Sam with one hand, and wipes sleep out of her eyes with the other. “Get my rig online,” Sarina says. “How long until we’re at Site Romeo?”
“Another 30 minutes to the gates, but we go dark in . . . 10 minutes.” explained Solider Sam
“OK. What time is it on Saturn? Are the Admirals ready for me now?” asked Sarina.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll have three minutes with the Admirals. Also, the President left a message.”
Sarina put the bottle down and swings here legs off the bed. “And?”
“He said to proceed. Informing Congress will come after.”
All Sarina can respond with is, “Good.” Sarina doesn’t want to show any signs of frustration, nor to count the cost of chronic indecision from leadership, a toll that was becoming measured.
Sarina has an almost impossibly difficult job today.
As the Rams HQs faces a changeover in leadership, Sarina’s guidance will be crucial in the coming years where futuristic conflicts are certain to be overwhelmingly influenced by artificial intelligence and robotic autonomous systems that will revolutionise warfare at speeds human cognition simply cannot keep up with.
This line of thinking frequently leads to conversations about how Super Soldiers will be augmented with things like direct human-machine interface and nanomachine infused bottles of bourbon.
But what about Sarina?
In a conflict scenario like the one described above, superhuman soldiers may not actually get a frontline role if swarms and other drones take their place. But the mission will indeed need someone with almost superhuman-like abilities like Sarina
Sarina is developing plans to reorganise and reprioritise the organisation in real time, becoming immersed in data while using technology to never lose sight of leadership’s human dimensions and maintaining the digital speed operational tempo of the Force.
Should a Hyperwar-type conflict arise in the Universe, AI-powered automation will define the operational environment and put enormous pressure on organisations—and leaders like Sarina must be prepared for high levels of operational and cognitive agility.
Decision-making and warfighting will revolve around networks, perhaps with both occurring on the same ones. Moreover, while AI-enabled predictive models will be able to help leaders like Sarina “see” these future scenarios ahead of time, decision-makers will need to be adept at intuitive or recognition-primed decision-making.
“The Only Ordinary Day Was Yesterday. “ Sarina always says.
Sarina’s mission to find a Destination suitable for Rams Games will be familiar in some ways—maintaining relationships with Rams HQs, for example—but dramatically different in several significant areas, managing: organisational structure, operational tempo, communications and network integrity, and force employment.
While it will take a network to win in the New Era of the Universe, ensuring mission plans emphasize critical decision timelines will be a real-time responsibility for Sarina. Given the speed with which a crisis may unfold, Sarina’s decisive leadership during the early moments or hours may mean the difference between victory and a defeat or stalemate.
Yet load sharing is about more than machines. Just as Sarina will exert more operational influence, Solider Sam’s Deputy position will take on new responsibilities that are more concept- and policy-oriented than today’s, developing and implementing new concepts of operation. In Hyper-Speed scenarios, flash modernisation efforts that break boundaries and hierarchies, and even rules, will need a strong advocate to ensure they don’t stall.
Sarina will not be able to live and work sequestered inside one of Rams Nation’s deepest bunkers wired into a closely managed communications and data network. The necessity to build coalitions with the Los Angeles community and abroad, and maintain connection with frontline forces all mean Sarina will be constantly on the move.
Accordingly, Sarina will operate within a virtual and mobile communications bubble that depends on a sprawling grid consisting of terrestrial, undersea, aerial, and space networks.
Much as today, no matter where or when, Sarina will have to be capable of accessing a highly distributed and secure command-and-control network. But Sarina and other principals may be augmented through technical means permitting the chain of command to “think” communications in real time.
Voice communication may even become too slow in some cases, such as campaigns that rapidly shift between defensive and offensive operations. Means of communication therefore must evolve with the speed of hyper-missions.
Sarina might wear a personal “wearable communications” ensemble, which could feature a next-generation human-machine biophysical interface.
A day in the life of Sarina sees the kinds of true survival decisions that are unique to her office—and that not even Hollywood hyperbole can exaggerate.
The clock is always ticking on a crisis or urgent need for the officials in charge. Yet, the crises Sarina is charged with leading are not even like scenarios pulled from thriller novels; rapid shipment of blast -proof rocket launchers require decisive action.
It will be the same during the next two decades, but the speed with which such dilemmas arrive and require resolution—as well as their technological complexity—will be unprecedented. But it need not come as a surprise if Pentagon leaders can begin to imagine and prepare for a day in the life of the Sarina in the new era of Hyper-Space missions.
In particular, it will be dangerously easy to focus attention on crises-of-the-moment and overlook ensuring that Rams recruiting identifies individuals like Sarina, a bastion of of integrity, character, and moral courage.
Sarina was recruited based on her exceptional capacity to decide, communicate, and act in this Hyper-Space. The entire process of Sarina’s training and education will need to move at machine-speed as well, with a focus on learning and performing through AI-supported, individualised augmented- and virtual-reality training and education regimens.
Sarina is also likely to train in virtual environments because in real life they may be highly distributed, out of strategic necessity or by design to create a force with experiences, backgrounds, and cognitive diversity suited to the Hyperspeed Era.
Soldier Sam leans in with a hand on Sarina’s shoulder. He can read her bio-stats from anywhere on the Starship, so this is a vestige of old-school relationship connection as he remotely adjusts the Love she gets from him
Soldier Sam looks at his virtual reality screen. “ Sarina is secure at Rendezvous Point Romeo.”
The Starship’s cabin brightens measurably as the pump pulses. Sarina sits upright, and smooths out her hair and puts the Holo Rig back on. Sarina has been wearing the helmet every waking hour during the past few weeks.
What nobody knows, though, is that Sarina has it muted much of the time. She keeps the sound off.
There’s too much data for a human to make a sound decision quickly, so Sarina let the battle management nets work their magic.
Soldier Sam is not as smart as Sarina and hasn’t yet figured this out; he’s unable to act with the speed that this conflict requires because he is chronically plugged in.
Sarina says she plans on speaking about the strategy with Soldier Sam at some future point and fill him in on how she does it.
That is, if Sarina ever gets to see Solider Sam again on the same deployment.
That’s not something Sarina can entertain now, however. There’s work to do. And Solider Sam is awaiting orders.
That night while sleeping on the Starship floor, Sarina had a crazy dream.
Soldier Sam gave her a phone as an early Birthday Present. And it had on speed dial both the Light House and an Island Bakery stocked with Birthday Cakes!
Sarina first called the Light House and asked what was the status of their sea rescue brigade, told the dispatcher her birthday was almost here also that she and Solider Sam were stranded outside Buccaneer Bay in a small boat.
The dispatcher replied that their only rescue operations in service that night were a fleet of helicopter drones to pinpoint the location of their boat and the rescue crew would arrive in the morning.
Then the dispatcher said the rescue brigade will take you straight to the Bakery when you get ashore so you could get your Birthday Cake.
In her Dream, Sarina was rowing and Soldier Sam was asleep. Soon she could not believe her eyes and was overcome with shock when she looked to the island and there were dozens of swarming helicopter drones launching from the beach!
They rise and fall, hover, fly sideways and backwards, shoot flares, back up, spring forward, dip, dart off again, lift ships, drop radio transmission towers, lose their rotor blades and roll over, fire missiles, crash into one another.
"Soldier Sam, Soldier Sam, Wake Up!! Look at the skies! “Sarina says.
Sarina called the Light House immediately and asked the dispatcher what was the status of the rescue mission?
“Where are all these helicopter drones going?" asked Sarina.
“Wherever they are programmed to go. That’s how they pinpoint your location," replied the dispatcher.
Sarina carefully considered the answer as she tried to translate the content.
Soldier Sam piped up and said: “You should have asked the dispatcher what the drones would do if the signaling programme from the Light House was jammed.
Sarina called the dispatcher up again.
“Where are the drones going?" Sarina asked and without waiting for a reply continued, “Wherever they are programmed to go, I suppose. Well, let me ask you . . ."
“You’re mistaken," the dispatcher interrupted Sarina. “Tonight, the drones are going wherever the wind blows."
This answer so confused Sarina she could not think of anything to say.
Soldier Sam said: “You should have asked the dispatchers what the drones would do if there were no wind."
Sarina called back the Light House again.
Sarina was confident that this time she would have the last word.
“Where are the drones going?" Sarina asked. “Wherever they are programmed to go or wherever the wind blows, I suppose. Well, let me ask you . . . . "
“No, no," the dispatcher interrupted. “Tonight the drones are going to pick up your Birthday Cake!!."