"Jeffrey D. Kooistra - Dykstra's War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kooistra Jeffrey D)

"Yes. Do you have someone in mind?"

"I have many people in mind. I've been here a week now and I've made a list." Dykstra handed over a
printout.

"I don't recognize any of these names," Moore said after scanning the list.

"I didn't expect you to. All of these people are very young, practically just out of graduate school. They
haven't had time to make their big marks yet. But I've read their research papers.

"Those names are of individuals who are brilliant." Moore couldn't doubt him. "You should recruit them
for the Phinon Project. We'll need them."

"Well, I respect your opinion, Doctor. But some of these disciplines don't fit into what we're doing. This


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first one, Samantha MacTavish, genano engineer. How could a genetics and nanotech specialist help us?"

"MacTavish is the biggest prize, Major. The aliens have steel skeletons. Doctor MacTavish is currently
involved in genano research aimed at separating iron oxide into its constituent elements using bacteria/
virus/nanomachine hybrids. Besides that, she has an exceedingly rare form of intuitive genius. She'll
think of lots of things we can't."

Major Moore looked skeptical. Finally, he said, "I'll see what the budget can handle, Doctor. But I won't
make any promises."

"Go after Dr. MacTavish first."

Looking annoyed, Moore said, "Right."

Missing the signals, Dykstra pressed on. "If you have any difficulties with the requests, Major, I'm sure I
can convince the holders of the purse strings just how badly we need these individuals."

"How's that, Doctor? Is that a veiled suggestion that you'll go over my head if I don't talk to these
people?"

He's angry . . . thinks I'm trying to run his show. "Now, Major, that's hardly fair. I've said nothing of the
sort. But I did get the impression that you were brushing off my suggestions. That would be terribly
unwise," Dykstra said, unconsciously leaving open the question of what he meant by "unwise."

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Doctor." Moore smiled. Barely.

"No harm done. Will you be at my seminar tomorrow, Major? I've made some valuable progress in my
week here."

"I'll be there, Doctor."