What?
Your peoples unawareness of the electromagnetic filaments that shape the universe; Lou and I spoke of this. It was in the night lights that we first identified such filaments; they, rather than this big bang of yours, are our way of explaining the structure of the universe.
Well, said Mary. I dont think youre going to convince many people that the big bang didnt happen.
That is fine. Feeling a need to convince others that you are right also is something that comes from religion, I think; I am simply content to know that I am right, even if others do not know it.
Mary smiled in the darkness. A man who cried openly, a man who didnt always have to prove he was right, a man who treated women with respect and as equals. Quite a find, as her sister Christine would say.
And, thought Mary, it was clear that Ponter liked herand, of course, it had to be for her mind; she must appear as, well, as homely to him as he did tono, not to her, not anymore, but to others here on this Earth. Imagine that: a man who really did like her for who she was, not what she looked like.
Quite a find, indeed, but
Marys heart skipped a beat. Ponters left hand had found her right one in the dark, and had begun gently stroking it.
And suddenly she felt every muscle in her body tense up. Yes, she could be alone with a man; yes, she could hug and comfort a man; but
But, no, it was too soon for that. Too soon. Mary retrieved her hand, hopped off the hood of the car, and opened the door, the dome light stinging her eyes. She got into the drivers seat, and, a moment later, Ponter entered from the passengers side, his head downcast.
They drove the rest of the way back to Sudbury in silence.
Chapter 42
Keyword(s): Neanderthal
The environmental group Emerald Dawn has claimed responsibility for the bombing of the Sudbury Neutrino Observatory. SNO Director Bonnie Jean Mah, however, says that no explosion occurred, blaming the destruction of her facility on a rapid infusion of air
X-rays of Ponter Boddits skull were put up for sale on eBay this morning. Bidding reached $355 before the online auction site pulled the offer, after a spokesperson for the Sudbury Regional Hospital said on CBC Radio that they must be fake
The Canadian dollar dropped more than two-thirds of a cent yesterday as relationships between Canada and the United States continued to show signs of strain over the question of who should be controlling the fate of the interloping caveman
Indications from the Montego encampment in Northern Ontario are that Neanderthals dont share all our scientific beliefs. Indeed, in whats sure to be a boon to creationists, the Neanderthals apparently reject the big bang, sciences favorite explanation for the origin of the universe
Unconfirmed rumors today that Russia has targeted Northern Ontario with ICBMs carrying nuclear weapons. If a plague has entered our world, somebody needs to stand ready to sterilize the infected area, for the greater good of all mankind, said a person signing himself as Yuri A. Petrov in an Internet newsgroup devoted to crossborder health issues
Ponter Boddit has agreed to throw the first pitch at SkyDome next Thursday, when the Blue Jays face the New York Yankees
According to our CNN online poll, the top three questions people would like to ask the Neanderthal are: What are women like in your world? What happened to our kind of human in your world? And do you believe in Jesus Christ?
Lurt, Adikors woman-mate, had every right to view her own alibi archive whenever she wished. Indeed, shed had cause to access it just a few months earlier, when a formula shed written on the wallboard had accidentally been erased by an apprentice. Rather than trying to re-create it, shed simply come to the archive building, accessed her alibi recording, found a good, clear view of the wallboard, and jotted down the string of symbols.
Because of this recent visit, Lurt knew that her alibi cube was plugged into receptacle 13,997; she told the Keeper of Alibis that, rather than having her look it up on the computer. The keeper accompanied Lurt to the correct niche, and Lurt faced her Companion toward the blue eye. I, Lurt Fradlo, wish to access my own alibi archive for reasons of personal curiosity. Timestamp.
The eye turned yellow; the cube agreed that Lurt was indeed who she claimed to be.
The archivist held up her Companion. I, Mabla Dabdalb, Keeper of Alibis, hereby certify that Lurt Fradlos identity has been confirmed in my presence. Timestamp. The eye went bloodshot, and a tone emanated from the speaker.
All set, said the keeper. You can use the projector in room four. Dabdalb turned to go, and Lurt followed her. She entered room four, which was a small chamber with a single chair. Somewhere, in one of the other rooms, Lurt imagined an enforcer was watching Adikors transmissions in real time as they were being received and recorded.
But watching as something was recorded was entirely different from trying to record and play back at the same time. Lurt pulled on control buds, selecting a day at random to review, and watched as the holo-bubble in front of her filled with banal pictures of her working in her lab. As the images played on, Lurt left the chamber, ostensibly heading for the washroom. And once shed passed into a corridor that had no one else in it, she slipped on a pair of dining gloves, fished out the small device shed brought with her, activated it, and dropped it into a recycling tub. She then removed the gloves.
Bolbay had been wrong, Lurt thought, whistling as she returned to the viewing chamber. Deep underground wasnt the perfect place to commit an unobserved crime. No, the perfect place was right here in the archive pavilion, when no one else was watching you and your own alibi cube was playing back instead of recording
Her first thought had been to use hydrogen sulfide, which surely would have had the desired effect. But concentrations greater than 500 parts per million over even a short period could be fatal. Shed then considered polecat musk, but when shed looked up the formula, it had been complex: trans-2-Butene-l-thiol, 3-Methyl-l-butanethiol, trans-2-Butenyl thioacetate, and more. Finally, she settled on ammonium sulfide, that favorite of prankster children who hadnt come to grips with the fact that their Companions were recording their actions.
Having a keen olfactory sense certainly had its advantages, although Lurt had heard it said that the reason people ate so few plants, while other primates thrived on them, was that the acute sensitivity to odors made it hard to tolerate the flatulence that went with a diet heavy in vegetation. Anyway, this was just what the doctor had orderedeven if that doctor was a physicist trying to keep from going under the knife.
Lurt thought she smelled it first, before anyone else, even though her viewing room was hardly the closest to the corridor where shed left the device. Then again, shed been waiting for it, doubtlessly dilating her nostrils in anticipation. But she refused to be the first one to react. She sat until she heard others running about, then left her room, trying not to gag at the horrendous stench. A big, burly fellow came out of one of the other viewing chambers, holding a hand over his nose. Lurt thought perhaps he was the enforcer monitoring Adikors transmissions, and that was confirmed when, as she herself exited, she caught sight of the holo-bubble the man had been watching, which showed Jasmel and Adikor leaving Adikors house.
What is that awful smell? said a wincing Dabdalb, the Keeper of Alibis, as Lurt passed her.
Its horrible! said another patron, hustling through the lobby.