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    [Incomplete] Protocol 301 Redirect

    This is the first story I have written in a while so I am taking it slow. It is a science fiction story about a young diaper lover as he explores more about who he is and what it is that he desires in life. I hope you enjoy.
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    Chapter 1

    Steven glanced out through the window of the space elevator. Elevator is what they called it but the transportation vehicle had little in common with its more terrestrial counterparts. The seven story cylinder with two domed ends was constructed for the vertical delivery of several tons of equipment and personnel per trip. Out the window, the beautiful city of Bogata Colombia rapidly shrank from view. Its’ buildings and people quickly became obscured by patches of lush green vegetation as the pace of the elevator continued to accelerate.

    The earthport in Bogota had been the first of its kind. The United Nations selected the site due to its ideal situation on the equator. Bogata’s 8,660 foot elevation reduced the length and corresponding strength of the guide cable for the first space elevator. The project cost a then astronomical amount, but was deemed necessary to prevent continued environmental damage. Continuous launching of rocket propels space vehicles was tearing holes in the ultraviolet layer and unleashing pollutants throughout their journey. Progress into space was a forgone conclusion, private industries and governments alike had increased their space activities. The elevator seemed like the best and only sustainable way forward and so the United Nations pushed for an international effort to make space accessible for everyone.

    The elevators rapid acceleration was to be expected, Steven reminded himself. He had studied the elevator during his years at the academy and marveled at the wondrous feet of engineering. The 22,250ish mile journey originally took seven days to arrive at Spaceport Everest; the first geostationary spaceport named for the highest location above sea level on planet Earth. Steven recalled from his report that the construction of the spaceport and elevator had dropped the cost of lifting cargo to space from nearly $23,000 US currency per ton to a mere $500 dollars. The elevators completion marked the beginning of what is now called the solar age. Technological enhancements over the elevator’s fifty years of operation had shortened that trip to only three hours. A small sliver of blue entered Steven’s view as he continued to look out the window. Within a few moments the strip had expanded into the large ocean bringing the nation of Panama and with it the southern portion of North America into view. As he glanced out Steven was able to recognize Cuba, Puerto Rico and eventually his home nation of the United States.

    Moving from the window Seven began to scan the elevator itself. The first wonder of the solar age, the elevator he rode in now was far more luxurious than the original. A small jostling rolled through the floor as turbulence rocked the cabin ever so slightly. The cables connecting the elevator to the spaceport never moved, but space elevator engineers learned long ago that allowing small vibrations within the elevator carriages absorbed turbulence and decreased the tensions on the guide cables.

    The top level of the carriage, where Steven now stood was a large spherical reinforced dome window. A view from all sides and up into space could be seen at various points throughout the trip. The glass reacted to the levels of light automatically tinting to protect the riders from any vision impairments. When docked at the Earth port in Bogata, the dome offered the best view within the city.

    The elevator level below Steven housed a state of the art movie theater. Passengers could sit in luxury watching the movie of their choice through state of the art four dimensional immersion glasses. Environmental simulators connected to the seats provided a sense of feeling to the images within the movies. The glasses themselves contained small replicators of common scents and perfumes. These fragrances would be sprayed throughout the movie adding a sense of smell to the scenes and combining with the movements and feeling provided by the chairs.

    On any other occasion the theater would have been a strong temptation for Steven, but today it only seemed like a waste of valuable real estate. It is true that for some individuals space travel had become routine, but this was Steven’s first trip. Having just graduated from the United Nations Space Administration Academy as a stellar engineer, Steven was on his way to his first duty assignment. His specialty, organic and inorganic replicator systems constituted a relatively a new field and was greatly needed within the fleet. Just out of the academy, he already had been ordered to a posting on the flagship. The UNSA Gargarin, named for the first human in space. For seven years Steven waited for this day, and it was his intention to absorb every moment of his trip and not waste it watching another movie.

    Replicator technology had the potential to further speed space exploration. The ability to reproduce any organic or inorganic material quickly from base components directly in space. With only a template and a short period of time anything could be produced directly on site. The need for large production facilities and transports from earth would soon be non existent. Replicators were already being utilized on a smaller scale. The small devices built into the four dimensional viewing glasses being one example. The large scale organic/metallic replicators, however, capable of building both organic and metallic items were new. Only a few existed within the fleet it was his job to construct and maintain those systems.

    A sense of pride welled up within Steven as he looked around. A mirror on the side of the room caught his reflection and for a moment he stood transfixed at his new look. The sleek silver uniform of the UNSA looked dashing on the newly appointed lieutenant. The dark black bars on the shoulder epaulets signifying his rank. The collar on his long sleeve shirt top being the only significant variation in collar, a few shades darker than the rest of the uniform. On the right collar a small golden disk about an inch in diameter is affixed. The disk is embossed with an image of the international space station. A symbol of engineering seen as one of the monumental steps in the creation of the UNSA. Now the international space stations image is the symbol for the engineering corps within the UNSA. Directly across from his engineering insignia, on his left lapel, is another disk of identical shape and color. Embossed on this disk is an image of the planet earth, the United States on display in the center. All UNSA personnel wore similar disks with their country of origin always displayed prominently as the focal point of the symbol.

    The long sleeve shirt was matched by an pair of pants in the same color. Both pieces of clothing were form fitted, but not overly tight. The clothing was constructed of a solar age material which was lightweight but could adapt to provide adequate heating and cooling for a variety of temperatures. A jacket could be worn over the shirt, but as the material adjusted automatically for temperature, the jacket was mostly an aesthetic choice. Frequently the jacket would be worn to more formal events. Two additional patches could be seen on either the jacket or the shirt. One over the right breast pocket bearing the last name of the wearer and another over the left breast stating “United Nationals Space Administration”.

    Lieutenant Jinete, as Steven was formerly known, continued to review his image in the mirror. His sense of pride shifting slightly to trepidation as his gaze lowered towards his pants line. The faintest outline could be seen around Steven’s mid section. Though in his mind it was a giant sign indicating to the world that he was wearing non standard underwear. Turning quickly from the mirror Steven could swear he heard a crinkling sound echo throughout the cabin. He glanced nervously at those around him, but no one seemed to notice the incriminating noise.

    For as long as he could remember Steven had an unexplained desire to wear diapers. The desire was suppressed through most of his childhood, but when he reached the academy seven years ago he took advantage of the new found privacy. Not that living in an academy afforded much privacy, but it was light years ahead of what he had living at home. At first he just purchased a bag of pharmacy grade diapers and wore them a few time. By the end of his seventh year, however, he had graduated to ABDL diapers purchased from specialty online stores. He never wore them frequently, once a week or so only, but loved the sense of comfort the diapers brought. The thought of having his secret exposed simultaneously thrilled and scared Steven more than anything else. It was this thought of discovery that echoed through Steven’s head in the moments before turning from the mirror.

    The crinkling of his diaper still echoing through his ears, Steven began to regret his decision to wear on this particular day. In retrospect though, the decision had been irresistible. His newest bag of adult diapers is decorated with a space theme. Cartoon rockets, satellites, and planets dot the entire surface of the infantile garment. Small stars that fade away when wet line the background providing a adorable appearance. The chance to wear one of these diapers on his first trip into space was irresistible. Besides the convenience factor played a huge role in his decision also. Public restrooms even in such a prestigious location, were grody at best. Steven preferred to avoid them except in dire emergencies.

    A beam of red light passed through the room snapping Steven out of his revelry. The laser he knew was an automated DNA tracking system verifying the identities of those on the elevator. Automated security systems like this had become a way of life in high security areas and they were hardly noticed anymore. Looking for the first time in front of him since turning from the mirror, Steven realizes he is facing a blank wall. To any outsiders his appearance must have seemed strange. Fortunately, there was one small change to normalize his appearance. Just to the side of him was a copy of the menu for the Fifth Floor Cafe.

    The Fifth Floor Cafe, took up the entirely to the third passenger compartment. Located two floors below where Steven now stood, the cafe provides variety of items for sale to passengers. The lady at the counter when Steven got his boarding pass said that the cafe did reasonable business on its way to the spaceport, but the real revenue came during the decent trips. Passengers eager to return to the feeling of life on earth flock in for a chance to have an authentic earth mean. Steven held his finger up to the menu for a few minutes pretending to scan his options.

    After waiting what seemed to be a reasonable amount of time Steven shook his head in a slight negative motion and dropped his hand. Moving back over to the window, he could see most of the earth at this point. Deep blue oceans inter spaced with bright white clouds and various land masses. The elevator should be arriving at its destination shortly. As if on cue, a gentle declaration could be heard throughout the elevator over a broadcast system. A few more minutes and they would be pulling into Spaceport Everest.


    Chapter 2: Spaceport Everest

    The elevator continued to decelerate slowly. Steven took the opportunity to look above him at the impressive space port. A large oval cavity was situated in the middle of the space port allowing docking to the elevator carriages. From what he understood his own carriage would nestle into one side and be transferred to the adjacent cable for descent. Past the oval could be seen long sections of space station moving outwards forming various terminals for docking. Several spacecraft had already docked with the arms, both picking up and dropping off passengers and cargo. At least that is what Steven assumed the various ships were doing. Steven recalled from his research that the spaceport had received frequent additions. The various style designs and competing ideas created a hodgepodge of components and structures giving the spaceport a sort of abstract feel. Looking through the oval section Steven could see the guide cable continue upwards. The cables final destination not in sight. Steven knew the cable continued onwards to approximately 60,000 miles above sea level providing a steady anchor for the entire system. Another station or two stood existed further along the cable, but they were utilized primarily for research and communications operations.

    “All passengers prepare for disembarkation, through the Fifth Floor Cafe. We will be arriving at our destination in ten minutes.” Typical, Steven thought to himself. They force you to enter and exit through the cafe in an attempt to get you to spend even more money. The crowd had already begun moving towards the stairwells and down towards the exit. Steven fell in line, in no real hurry. His connecting shuttle was not scheduled to leave for another six hours. More than enough time to pass through UNSA security and explore the station.

    A true wonder of the solar age, the governments of nearly every nation on earth have come together to explore the universe and they still don’t trust each other. Having already passed through security in Bogota, the prospect of another screening was annoying to say the least. Facial recognition, DNA scanning, Identification and ticketing verification hadn’t been enough in Columbia. He would have to go through the hole process again once onboard the spaceport.

    The crowd continued making its way down the stairs, forming into an orderly line. When the fifteen minutes had passed a sudden, if slight change in pressure could be felt as the exterior doors to the spaceport were opened. The line began pushing forward, rather quickly at first. The sudden pace gave Seven hope that security wouldn't take long to process at all. The exit to the elevator now in sight, Steven eyeballed the line of candy bars near the exit. A teller worked a register and checkout line adjacent to the exiting passengers allowing for last minute purchase.

    Get a grip of yourself Steven thought, you don’t need any junk right now. Stepping through the airlocks into the spaceport brought with it increased feelings of excitement. Finally Steven was going to see this wonderful marval with his own eyes. Multiple lines of passengers were forming in front of him, guided by roped and poles forming long winding lines. The ends of the lines could be seen forming just inside the station in front of a few security checkpoints. Steven’s hope of passing quickly through security vanished quickly at the sight of nearly 300 passengers filling in the various lines and backing up nearly the whole way to the airlock.

    Steven wasn’t sure if it was the slight change in air pressure or simply the wait in the line, but a firm pressure began to assert itself within his blatter. Given his current undergarments that would not normally be an issue, however the scanners he saw in the distance appeared to be of an older model that might notice an anomaly with his clothing, especially a wet diaper. Several minutes passed as the line began to move slowly.

    Deciding that his best option was to try and distract himself, Steven extracted his service glasses from his carryon case. All UNSA personnel were provided a set of service glasses, in addition to providing corrective vision for those who required it, the glasses acted as a portable personal computing device. Steven, was one of the fortunate ones who did not require corrective eyewear as such he wore the glasses only occasionally. The glasses reading the subtle eye motions Steven made, quickly allowed him to navigate to his vast collection of technical manuals. Finding the manual for the organic/inorganic replicator in use aboard the UNSA Gargain he began to review its functions, setup and maintenance requirements. With so few people trained in his field, he would be expected to know pretty much everything about the device as soon as he arrived. The transparent text in front of his face scrolled as he read, but still allowed him to keep a peripheral view of the line’s movements.

    Steven opened the technical manual on to the section on organic and inorganic combining within the replicator system. Few replicators had this new ability, either being relegated to replicating entirely metallic or entirely organic materials. Some features as the ability to create water were inherent in both, but to truly integrate the two was a modern breakthrough. Machine components with both plastics and metallics could now be generated as well as electrical wires encased in rubber insulation. The uses were numerous and advantageous to any space born vessel.

    As Steven approached the end of the chapter and begin reading about simultaneous recycling protocols the pressure building within his bladder called his attention back to reality. At first, Steven was confused thinking he read much faster than normal as security seemed to have only processed about fifty people. A moment latter, Steven realized what was actually happening; some sort of glitch or error caused security to shut down one of the processing stations. Those in his line had been interwoven with the other two, effectively placing him further back than when he started.

    - Realizing now that he had been doing a subconscious potty dance for an undetermined amount of time, Steven decided it was time to use his diaper. It was nothing he hadn't done before, but for some reason with all the passengers and security around Steven found it difficult to release. Closing his eyes and attempting to blockout the noise, Steven concentrated on releasing his bladder muscles. A slow trickle started to come out which rapidly expanded into a strong stream. Steven could feel the urine flooding into the front of his diaper pooling slightly around his crotch. For a moment he thought the diaper would begin to leak. The absorbent padding quickly went to work, however, and he could feel the urine being absorbed into the protective garment leaving only a slightly damp and warm feeling behind.

    “The line is moving buddy.” A voice from behind him called out. Opening his eyes, Steven could see that the line had indeed begun moving again with several feet now between him and the next person. Apologizing quickly Steven moved forward. He could see UNSA personnel removing the out of order signs and reopening the closed security lane. In addition, a fourth security lane appears to be opening speeding the rate of processing. That is just my luck he thought to himself. Though If i hadn’t used the diaper, they would have never opened the line.

    Stepping forward, the diaper between Steven’s legs felt considerably more bulky than before. The absorbent padding had done its job, swelling to absorb its new contents. Silently Steven wondered about the bulge he had seen earlier in the mirror wondering how anyone could miss the ever expanding sign of his infantile undergarments. A slight redness started to fill Stevens cheeks as he continued moving forward in the line. He motioned quickly with his eyes returning to this technical manual and looking to escape the thoughts of people watching him.

    More pretending to read the manual than actually reading, Steven waits patiently as the line progress. Nearing the entrance he verifies that they are utilizing an older type of scanner. This device would require him to stand in the center while it performed an DNA scan, hazardous material scan, and checked his person for any contraband. His carry on case was to be placed on a conveyor belt adjacent to the unit where it was moved automatically through a baggage inspection unit.

    Removing his glasses, Steven places them within his carryon and sets the bag onto the conveyor belt. He watches as the individual in front of him passes through the security. They stand in the center of the scanning unit while the security personnel instruct them to spread their legs and hold their hands in the air. A mechanism can be seen swaying past the individual as the scan progresses. A few seconds latter, Steven is being waved through and it is Steven’s turn to enter.

    The security guard waves Steven inside providing him instructions on how to stand. As Steven takes position he can see the conveyor belt of the baggage scanner stop moving and backup slightly. This occurs a few more times before the guard tells him it is time to move out of the scanner.

    “Lieutenant Jinete. Is this your bag, Sir?” The security guard providing instructions inquires as steven’s bag comes through the baggage scanner. “Yes that is my bag sergeant.” The lieutenant replies, noticing the enlisted rank on the security officers uniform. The sergeant nods towards another security officer who grabs the bag off of the conveyor belt. “Sir, I need you to accompany me.” The sergeant says as he leads Steven towards a door clearly marked restricted access.


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