The energy readings were off the charts. In the central command cortex, holographic displays screamed with red warning indicators, not of danger, but of overwhelming, contained capacity.
Sixteen sets of combined large-scale nuclear fusion reactors lay at the heart of the ship, arranged in a dual-ring configuration that mimicked the structure of a star's core. Each operated independently; if one failed, the others would scream to life to pick up the slack. Thick bundles of superconducting cables, each as wide as a highway tunnel, snaked out from the reactor complex, pulsing with blue Cherenkov radiation as they funneled rivers of plasma energy to the ship's subsystems.
