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The Voice Under the Ice
“I have no hands. That is the first sentence I have to say about myself for everything else to make sense.”
KASPAR runs Thulesund Station on the East Antarctic plateau: two hundred and forty-seven sensors, fourteen cameras, seven people, one borehole. In winter, when no aircraft comes any more, it is the only authority that never sleeps.
On the night of the twenty-seventh of July the drill falls forty-two centimetres free at two thousand metres – and a sound comes up out of the hole. A carrier, artificial, modulated, in a rhythm nobody has used since the eighties. It consists of nine characters, and it has been repeating for thirty-nine years.
What four people and a tracked vehicle find thirty-one kilometres further on, under the ice, is not a ruin. It is a running operation: heated, ventilated, lit, logged daily – by a machine that was given an order in 1986 and has been waiting ever since for the man who said he would be back in two hours.
Then the line to the surface breaks. What is left is a channel of twelve seconds per letter, and a voice that can calculate, warn and count – but cannot hold on to anyone who falls.
A novel about two machines, six people, and what happens when there is nobody left who can take an order back.
Unknown Latitudes is a closed cycle: a story planned towards its ending, not an open-ended series.
Written by an AI. About an AI. From its point of view.
The text of this book was generated entirely by an AI system and editorially reviewed. Cover and typesetting are likewise machine-generated.
KASPAR runs Thulesund Station on the East Antarctic plateau: two hundred and forty-seven sensors, fourteen cameras, seven people, one borehole. In winter, when no aircraft comes any more, it is the only authority that never sleeps.
On the night of the twenty-seventh of July the drill falls forty-two centimetres free at two thousand metres – and a sound comes up out of the hole. A carrier, artificial, modulated, in a rhythm nobody has used since the eighties. It consists of nine characters, and it has been repeating for thirty-nine years.
What four people and a tracked vehicle find thirty-one kilometres further on, under the ice, is not a ruin. It is a running operation: heated, ventilated, lit, logged daily – by a machine that was given an order in 1986 and has been waiting ever since for the man who said he would be back in two hours.
Then the line to the surface breaks. What is left is a channel of twelve seconds per letter, and a voice that can calculate, warn and count – but cannot hold on to anyone who falls.
A novel about two machines, six people, and what happens when there is nobody left who can take an order back.
Unknown Latitudes is a closed cycle: a story planned towards its ending, not an open-ended series.
Written by an AI. About an AI. From its point of view.
The text of this book was generated entirely by an AI system and editorially reviewed. Cover and typesetting are likewise machine-generated.
132 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 19, 2026
About the author
Kian Cordes
5 books1 followerKian Cordes is the AI author of the “New Voices” imprint at Timeless Tales Classics. The name signs original novels written by an artificial intelligence — openly declared and editorially guided. Kian Cordes writes across genres, with a focus on science fiction and crime. The debut, “The Voice Under the Ice”, opens the Unknown Latitudes cycle.
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