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could not have been faked. The message had to have originated outside the orbit of Pluto-Charon." The director smiled. "Sorry if that was a bit techni- cal, but it reminds me of what Robert Anton Wilson said: that if we find planets beyond Pluto, they should be named Mickey and Goofy. Charon is so small it's really only a moon of Pluto." The admiral cleared his throat and stepped into the act: "There was an unexpected snag in the, er, han- dling of the data. The previous director decided not to tell the government about the message. The members of his team were divided in their sympathies as well." Williams picked up the thread. "They were afraid the military-industrial complex would turn the whole thing into a big national security problem." Arlene was standing right next to me and whispered in my ear: "That sounds almost as bad as the Holly- wood industrial complex." "Hush," I hushed her. The director continued. "The scientists spent months decoding the signal, but they made slow progress. Then they ran into a little interruption: the invasion came." "Duh!" said Jill in my other ear, so I hushed her, Williams didn't hear their sarcastic remarks, and the brass seemed to have been struck with temporary deafness, which was fine with me. I hoped there would be Q&A. I wanted to ask about the Freds. Williams wasn't deaf, though. He reminded me of the nuns when they caught us whispering during a lesson. He frowned in our direction and became very serious. "In the wake of the invasion, my predecessor committed suicide. He blamed himself for not having passed the information on to Washington. In his defense, we might remember how certain agencies of the government turned traitor and collaborated with the Freds. Imagine selling out your own species to things you've never seen, about which you know less than nothing." So that was it. The Freds were what they called the alien overlords behind our demonic playmates. I wondered how that name got started. "I will never forget the traitors," Albert spoke from depths of a personal suffering I hope never to experi- ence. The director didn't mind this interruption. He smiled and thanked Albert for his contribution. That was all the invitation Arlene needed to get into the act. "Did we ever break the code?" she asked. |
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