Chaotic Disturbance

Rejection

Environmentalist Phyta Territeria volunteered to be one of the parents. Her significant other zoologist  Zoolo Territeria opened the door to the geodome economically efficient home by stepping close to the security system pad placed like a mat upon the floor. The door opens automatically for Zoolo to be greeted by one of CRaNE's robots. It held the safely packaged child in a comfortable spheric incubator.

Zoolo would take the sphere. Phyta would make her way to the front door to sign off on this transfer. There was much to be said about Dr. Osidem's creations. She glanced down at the child. It had her husband's genetics and her genetics, yet it did not feel like it was theirs. Zoolo quickly left the front door to get the child out of the incubator and show her around the home.

The home was universal to every other home. The outside of the dome was made of materials from another planet that aided in the adaptation of temperature control. The steel-like stone material deflected the sun's heat and kept cold weather to a minimum. All geohomes including the windows, were nuclear proof and technology ran throughout the entire home system.

Zoolo passes the upper floor to go downstairs into the child's room. The decorations were simple. He places her down in the crib and pops the incubator bubble. He watches her. Her name was already predetermined to be Econa Territeria. He watches his daughter open her eyes. Green eyes to match with the brown hair he and his wife wanted her to have.

While Zoolo tended to the newborn, Phyta went to work down in her side of the chambers. She sat there with a large amount of data on her regions territory with information that also compared her region with that of every other region and overall with how the world was doing in general. Assignments on the screen popped up for her to do.

Construction needed her approval to get started on a new center. She had declined them until they provided further proof and information that the facility would not damage the atmosphere. She opens up further research to show they were still 2% over the maximum allowed carbon dioxide production, over 25% in water vapor, and barely passing in the production of nitrous oxide and methane.

Construction understood. Feelings of impatience, animosity and strong need were primitive, ancient characteristics no longer seen in futuristic mankind. It still bothered Phyta that there was no resolution. The delay sent the production of essential manufacturing structures into another standpoint where they were unable to do anything of importance for humanity.

The only person she took pity on more than her constant rejection of projects was her significant other. Zoolo rejected hundreds of building assignments due to animal preservation. Both of them had discussed it many times what would happen if they took the risk and gave into an assignment or allowed production to continue if it was only slightly above the maximum limits, but Zoolo trusted the information provided by unbiased computer and Phyta would never risk the long-term future of Humanity just to benefit the human race in the short-term.

Zoolo enters Phyta's workstation,"She's asleep. You don't seem too interested in her."

"Osidem has good intentions. The elimination of childbirth brings about a more productive future. It preserves the life of our women. I get it, but this is a big change. This decision has opened us up to possible discrimination or prejudice. And what if something is wrong with them, but we don't recognize the problem until it is too late? I agreed to do this not to get attached and think of this child as ours, but to monitor and make sure nothing is wrong with them."

Zoolo places his hands on his wife's shoulders. He does his best to comfort her. Her shoulders were tense. Phyta takes in a deep breath and loosens up some once he kneads out some of the tension in her shoulders. "The guidelines specifically state we must love and respect our daughter as if she came directly out of your womb. Something could go wrong with her or any of them if we treat them like we expect something is going to wrong with them, if we monitor them rather than treat them like any other child. Every single human and robot intelligence has been breached on this issue. Let's not start off with the intention to break protocol. Go see her. She's pretty cute."

Phyta let out a sigh. She raises up, kisses him, then makes her way out to see her daughter. Zoolo goes into his workplace. "Greetings, Master Zoolo. We have many issues to address. Foremost importance would be the construction of the military defense zone. We have major weak spots in our shield wall that need to be repaired yet continuously get destroyed by the animals in these specific areas."

Zoolo watches his computer system load the real time situation in map form. "Zoom in on the last shield zone that was destroyed, Master Computer." Once zoomed in, he could see it was the new species of wild canines that had a problem with the shield walls blocking their main habitat. They canines kept migrating. It was difficult to tell where they would be next year, and the shield walls were necessary for defense, but now he had to delay the construction until they ventured elsewhere.

He gets in contact with other zoologists in the region that were having the same issues. "What should we do here?"

"We have to delay it. Our job is to make sure animal life is protected." One woman said on her screen to the others.

"We also have the primary duty of protecting to protect human existence," said another.

"I have contacted the military defense line and checked their files. There have been no signs of hostility or attacks from other planets. Most of the threats faced so far have been on our planet by the animals we struggle to protect despite the negative effects it has on our own production. Accidental deaths and injuries occur from either animals or environments left unmaintained." The robot mad its point without actually stating its point.

Zoolo let out a sigh,"This means we will have to take it up with CRaNE. The system is going to want to an extensive, over a year long explanation and plan of why we chose to interfere with the animals in order to protect the wall."

"Actually, Zoolo, it is a matter that must involve all fields. Any changes in protocol must be discussed -"

Everyone involved in the discussion held back exasperated sighs of despair towards what the robot said. CRaNE was strict, but when it came to changes in policy, the answer was usually "no" for the simple fact that it has worked for nearly a century without duress. 

"Nevermind. All in favor of getting the walls fixed and taking it upon ourselves to relocate the wolves or have the walls set to deter them say aye."

"Aye."

"And Tron what do you say?" Zoolo took in a deep breath. If the robot Tron was against this decision, the decision would have to be made by CRaNE on what to do. IF CRaNE was left to make the decisions often, the system tended to change their jobs and put someone else in the positions."

"Relocate the wolves and I will contact military defense to inform them we need a repellent structure that deters these specific canines."

"Thank you, Tron. Thank you, Everyone. Let's keep in touch everyday until this situation is no longer an issue."

He leans back in his chair once the region of zoologists log off the chat. He feels Phyta's hands run down from his shoulders to his broad chest. She leans down and kisses his lips. "You were right. Our daughter is pretty cute. She's got your lips and your nose, even scrunches up her face the way you do when you're trying to rest but I won't stop kissing you."

He smirks and kisses her,"You will be a great mother."