“The moon!?!”
“There is a scientific camp that was established a few years ago to study our system’s asteroid population. That is where we are. I find that the space suits in the closet have the insignia and badges of that team. I believe that we will find our hosts in the next room.”
“The moon!?!”
“Yes. That is where we are. As I said…”
Alka swayed on her feet. “I feel very sick. Where is the wash bowl? Quickly.” Harcourt grabbed her and pulled her through a nearby door. I’m not sure she got to the sink or toilet in time. From the other side of that closed door I heard wet sounds that seemed to include the floor. Neither Harcourt nor Alka came out for a while.
I was not going to follow them. It sounded messy. Instead, I went through sliding glass doors to a large open area with a kitchenette, couches, a TV and other stuff. I met our hosts there. They stared at me. I stared at them. I’d never seen shiny skin like theirs before. I don’t mean armor like Harcourt had worn on our first meeting. I mean flesh. Except it wasn’t flesh. I’d heard about robots and I think that’s what they were.
I smiled and waved at them, “Howdy. My name’s Waring. Errol Waring.”
“Not again,” said the robot on the right.
“We really have to find that crack in the space-time continuum and seal it up before any more of them come through,” said the robot on the left.
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