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Volk eyed him warily, then glanced over the top sheet of the report. In a very patient voice, she said,
"You've made a mistake, Dennison. There's nothing wrong here."
"Nothing wrong?" Dennison asked, disbelievingly, his wiry eyebrows nearly touching in the center of
his face. "Look at that." Leaning forward, he flipped the first page out of her fingers and pointed to the
second. Volk recoiled from his thrust, then read the paragraphs he indicated. "I've supplied full
calculations. I've given you charts, figures, again and again. There are significant discrepancies between
our projections and the actual results. It is no mistake. The nanomites have approximately double the
effectiveness we estimated, and are running completely out of control. We've got to stop every-thing to
search out and destroy the ones that have gotten away. What happens when they reproduce?"
"Nonsense," Volk said lightly. She handed back the sheets, waving away the suggestion of discrepancy
with her long, slim hand. "Everything is perfectly under control, Ed. In fact, I'm pleased with the
progress we've been making."
"What?" Dennison stared at her.
"You heard the director," said Morganstern, a man of medium height with a powerful stocky build and
deep tan skin that made him look as if he were made of polished teak. He leaned forward over the table.
"There's nothing to clean up or fix."
"No," Dennison insisted. "We have toтАж" His booming voice trailed away and he stared. "You're
stonewalling me, Missa. This is a dangerous matter. You can't just let this go. We have to get help from
somebody, now!"
Volk stood up. Dennison, towering above her, seemed somehow less substantial a being. "Ed," she said,
long suffering evident in her voice, "do you want to jeopardize our grant? We'll never reach the next
contract stage with LabCor if we start making waves about something that just isn't that important."
Dennison gaped. "Is that all you can think about, money? In that case, I'll have to go to the Inspectors
General myself."
"You can't," Morganstern protested, shocked.


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"I will." The scientists glared at one another across the table. Volk was the only one who looked calm.
"Ed, Lionel, please. Don't you believe in our project? When we started out, you were one of the most
energetic supporters we had. Don't deprive us of your help."
"I don't care what else you say," Dennison said, crossing his arms across his chest. "It isn't going the way
we planned. Things have changed. We have to report this situation to the Galactic Environmental
Protection Association and LabCor and ask for help. You can't let this project run out of control. People
will die if you do."
"People will die if we don't continue with our work," Missa Volk said. "They die every day. You know
that. Isn't it part of the problem?"
"Yes, but this time it's going to be us! And what about the rest of the colony? And the ottle population?
We're visitors on their planet."
Missa Volk narrowed her green eyes at him. "You'll do what I tell you, Ed. Everything is fine, under
control. You step outside this group with classified information and I'll see to it that you never create a
more significant chemical reaction than mixing baking soda with vinegar. I am in charge of this project!"
"Then do something!" Dennison exclaimed. He pounded the table with a fist. Volk stared at his hand.
"Dammit, people will die if you let it run unchecked. Here, I've documented all the instances where
human subjects have been exposed to over-doses of the nanomites. You've seen for yourself what's
happening to them. Don't pretend you haven't."
Volk eyed him coolly. "And just what is it you want me to do?"