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Category:
Science Fiction
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN-10: 1467953024
Type: Fiction
Pages: 426
Copyright: July 14, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781467953023
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
The asteroid is a story unfolding in human time, but governed by an intelligence that knows time only as a property of matter. The result is a conflict beyond any previous experience that rests on the shoulders of a lone human being.
The asteroid is not in its known orbit. Sandra Hughes, an astronomer at the Keck Observatory in Hawaii, tracks it down and observes it with the twin telescopes, mankind’s finest pair of eyes. And there’s a hole in it, like a big rock doughnut. She hurries to find whether her colleagues in Europe see the same thing. What is this all about? The answer will change human history forever.
Excerpt
Beginning of Chapter 22
“This is Sandra Hughes from the Keck Observatory in Hawaii,” said the voice on the phone. “May I speak to President McBrand?”
“Dr. Hughes,” said the White House aide that had answered, “I'm not certain the President is available yet.” The man had glanced at his watch. It was just at eight in the morning.
“It is very important I speak to him,” Sandra continued, voice even. “It concerns the asteroid.”
“I understand, Dr. Hughes,” came the reply, carrying a tone of slight condescension. “Let me see if it might be possible.”
“Thanks,” she said, forcing herself to sound casual.
Because of the encrypted link and Sandra's phone, there would be no questioning at the White House as to her identity. Sandra's voice print would be checked routinely. The issue had to do with access to the President and the natures of personalities of aides and advisors. After three minutes another aide, this one female, came on the line and explained that a few more minutes would be required, or perhaps Sandra would like to leave a message.
“It is necessary that I speak with the President himself, and directly,” Sandra said.
“Very well,” said the aide. “Please hold the line, Dr. Hughes.” Then the phone went back on hold.
Sandra tried to guess what was going on in the White House. Possibly they were delaying her to make contact with various people the President would want to have in on the conversation. Surely they would realize that she wouldn't call for a casual chat. Or possibly the President actually was indisposed, in the shower or something. She made herself be patient. After all, her information did not have to be revealed immediately. It was already more than half an hour old.
“Hello, Dr. Hughes,” said Madeleine Vigola suddenly. “The President is not available at the moment. May I be of some help?”
Sandra looked at the ceiling, slightly exasperated, before answering evenly, “Oh, hello Madeleine. Sorry to break in on the morning there, but listen, I'll just wait until he might be available. Thanks.” Sandra had used Vigola's first name intentionally, knowing it would be a little insulting to the Chief of Staff.
Vigola said, “Well, Dr. Hughes, it may be in fact several hours before the President might be free. He is already into his day, you see. But if this is an emergency I'm sure I can help you.”
Sandra was impressed by the woman's cool manner, seemingly untouched by any of Sandra's words. “Oh, that's a shame,” said the astronomer, in her best colloquial style. “But I really do have to speak directly to him. What I have to say, however, is not exactly an emergency. Do you think maybe he can call me here in my office, as soon as he might get a few minutes? I guarantee he'll be very glad he did. I hope he won't be too disappointed to get the information after the Secretary General receives it.” Sandra tapped her nose, wrinkling it, pleased with herself.
Vigola paused, at the other end. She realized Sandra had her. “It sounds,” said Vigola, “like something quite important, emergency or not. Let me see if I can break in on his meeting.”
Sandra raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself, or break into his morning coffee or newspaper reading. The likelihood that the President would be deeply into meetings at eight in the morning seemed rather remote indeed.
“Great, Madeleine,” Sandra said amiably. “Thanks.”
In less than a minute the President was on the line.
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