one eyebrow, then the other. I practiced it because I liked the way it looked when Rawling did it. âIt makes sense?â I asked.
âIâll explain in a minute,â he said. âFirst, tell me why you decided not to tell the med techs.â
âYouâre the director,â I stated bluntly. âIf there is something out there, I figured you should be the one to decide whether you want anyone else under the dome to know about itâin case people start to panic.â
âFrom worrying about an alien attack?â Rawling queried.
âThat would be big news for all of us,â I responded. âWondering what was out there and waiting. I mean, you saw what happened to Timothy Neilsonâs space suit.â
âJust his space suit, right?â he asked. âI know what the med techs told me, but I want to hear it straight from you.â
All of a sudden I realized that Rawling was talking as if there actually were aliens. Goosebumps chilled my neck. âHis body looked fine to me. So if they only hurt his space suit, maybe I showed up before they could finish the attack.â I stopped and thought about what Iâd said. âWhatever they are.â
Rawling began to fiddle with a pencil on his desk. He spun it several times and spoke as he stared at it. âTo find out there is other life in the universe besides life on Earth would be one of the most incredible discoveries in scientific history. Then to find out that this alien life-form will attack humans â¦â He spun the pencil a few more times. âYou know our last director kept too many secrets from people under the dome.â
I nodded. Those secrets were another part of why ex-director Steven was heading for Earth on the next spaceship leaving Mars.
âWrong as he was to decide who should live and who should die when the dome was running out of oxygen, he has some of my sympathy. Sitting behind this desk is not easy. Neither are some of the decisions.â He rubbed his face. âConditions back on Earth are not the greatest. Because of overpopulation, governments are barely maintaining control as everyone fights for water and other resources.â
âYes,â I said. I wondered why he was telling me something I already knew. Something everybody on Earth knew too.
âWhat Iâm saying,â Rawling told me, his voice heavy, âis that if news of aliensâespecially aliens that attack humansâreaches Earth, it might cause riots.â
âI understand that,â I said. âAre you telling me there are aliens, and youâve kept it a secret?â
âIâm telling you that if I do keep it a secret, people here might get hurt. If I keep it a secret, Iâm doing exactly what the former director did. And I donât know if thatâs right.â He sighed. âBut on the other hand, if I call an assembly and tell everyone what I know, eventually word will get back to Earth and billions of people may panic.â
I cleared my throat. âWhat exactly do you know?â
Rawling didnât answer. Instead, he flicked on his computer. The monitor on the edge of his desk lit up. I saw the cursor move across the screen.
âHereâs why what you told me makes sense,â he said, opening a file.
It wasnât a text file or a video file but an audio file. A short clip of excited shouting.
I didnât hear it right the first time. Or at least, I didnât want to believe I had heard it right.
âThat voice belongs to Timothy Neilson,â Rawling said. âItâs his last radio communication back to the base. Iâve ordered the radio operator to keep it quiet until I can figure out what to do about it.â He replayed the audio clip for me.
âHelp!â Timothy Neilsonâs terrified voice shouted from the computer. âHelp! Theyâre chasing me! Dozens of them! Help me! Help me! Helpââ
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