Kip sits staring at Billingsley not comprehending.
“I thought that was well put, by the way,” the doctor continues. “In fact, I think you’re a good writer.”
“How… how on earth could you know anything I said up there?”
Colonel Billingsley laughs, cocking his head. “You’re kidding, right? I know you have a good sense of humor.”
“I don’t understand… how do you know I have a good sense of humor?”
“Kip, we may be out here in the wilds of New Mexico, but we have cable, so to speak. You wrote it up there and we read it down here.”
The doctor starts to wrap a blood pressure cuff around his left arm, but Kip pushes him away slowly.
“Wait… you were able to read that comment down here somehow? Did I say anything else? When did the radios start working?”
The cuff goes on the table and the doctor sits down carefully on a metal stool, his eyes searching Kip’s face, the realization sinking in.
“May I call you Kip?”
“Well, sure.”
“Kip, hasn’t anyone told you yet?”
“Told me what?”
“I mean, we all know from what you wrote that while you were stuck up there you weren’t aware there was a working downlink. But I figured someone had told you about it on the way here.”
“Doc, excuse me, but what the hell are you talking about?”
The physician is smiling at him as he would to a child. He chooses his words carefully now that he’s alerted to his role. There is only a decade separating them in age, but he has to fight the urge to address Kip as “son.”
“Kip, for the last four days everything you wrote up there on your laptop was actually sent streaming real time back to a single channel monitored here on Earth.”
“WHAT? The Air Force was able to read what I wrote? The whole time? How?”
Silence fills a dozen seconds as the doctor glances at his feet, then back.
“My God, Kip,” he says softly, “I had no idea you didn’t know. You see, every time you punched a key up there on your laptop, that letter appeared almost instantly on television screens and computer monitors and even outdoor signboards all over this planet. Worldwide, Kip. Billions and billions of people have been hanging on your every word, reading everything you wrote asyou wrote it, sitting on the edge of their seats in pure terror, as you were at times, crying with you over certain things you said, and… basically… living vicariously through the whole experience. Not a whole lot of productive work has been accomplished on Earth in the past few days, thanks to you.”
“Everyone’s been reading… everything?”
“Yes. And thinking very hard about a lot of what you’ve had to say. Kip, simultaneous translators have been changing your words into, I don’t know, maybe a hundred or more languages. The President, senators, kings, queens, billionaires like Gates—and damn near everyone at this hospital and base—I don’t know of anyone who’s been able to blink or tear themselves away.”
“I was just writing for myself, and… and…”
“And whoever would find that hard drive fifty years from now. I know. We all know. That’s what makes it so incredible. We were watching the real-time thoughts of a doomed man grappling with his fate and his life. And, I might add, a guy who utterly refused to give up. That makes you heroic in my book.”
The physician can see the blood draining from Kip’s face as it begins to sink in. He squints, looking at the doctor for signs that he’s the butt of a joke, then moves back slightly, as if to distance himself from what he’s heard.
“This can’t be true! This isn’ttrue! I had no communications up there. You must have just received something after I spliced those wires, or… or someone was playing a cruel joke on the world.”
“Four days, Kip. From the very first sentence you wrote—although at first only a few were seeing it live. But all of it was captured and replayed endlessly. Even your first lines where you were saying something about having twenty minutes before you had to turn the ship around, and it was scaring you silly.”
“I don’t believe you! With all due respect, Doctor, I don’t fricking believe you!” He’s gripping the sides of the table now with white knuckles, almost wishing for the security of the spacecraft again.
Everything I wrote?
He struggles to find his voice after long seconds of wide-eyed silence, aware that the doctor has given no sign of suddenly breaking into a grin and saying “April Fool.”
“You’re… notjoking about this?”
“No, Kip. This is no joke.”
He tries to call up a memory of everything he wrote but it’s impossible, given the stream-of-consciousness that flowed through the laptop. But what he does remember is enough to curl him into a fetal ball.
Oh, my God! Sharon! The way I talked about her, and about Jerrod, and sex and everything else to the whole world! How can I ever face anyone again?
The doctor is clearing his throat in an unsuccessful effort to refocus Kip’s nearly dilated eyes.
“Kip,” he says at last, “I’d say that right now it’s safe to say that you are probably the most famous living person on Earth. I realize you didn’t intend that to be, and I realize it’s like having the whole world read your diary, but that’s what’s happened. I know it’s going to take you a while for this to sink in so you can come to grips with it.”
“They broadcast everything?”
“Every word. And people were acting on it. For instance, you talked about your employer’s misconduct with that bad batch of antibiotics, and federal indictments have already been issued.”
“Against me?”
He laughs. “No, Kip. Against the guys in your company who did what they did. Hell, man, you’re probably not even aware someone filed your divorce for you?”
“My… divorce?”
“You wrote out the papers up there and someone printed them out down here and raced to the nearest courthouse, I think in Tucson.”
He feels the room getting a bit fuzzy.
What on earth will I tell Sharon?“Do you suppose my wife knows?”
“Well, she’s been interviewed on TV a dozen times, so I’d say she… you okay, Kip?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Kip, breathe deeply a few times. There. Hey, fellow, the world isn’t laughing at you, we all have great respect for you. You needn’t be embarrassed.”
“That’s easy for you to say!”
“What’s amazed all of us is the way you just told the truth about your life and your thoughts and everything.”
“Doc, I feel like I’m standing buck naked in front of the whole world. You know that dream everyone has where you’re suddenly out in public without clothes? But I’m naked in front of the whole planet.”
“Hey, man. One of the greatest things about what you wrote was the glaring truth about your own feelings.”
“But… I mean… how do I deal with this? What the hell do I do now?”
“You already know, Kip. You wrote the answer. You go out there with your head held high and live for yourself, knowing you’re one of the few humans on the planet who’s been truly honest with himself.”
“Yeah. Honest. Any chance the government would let me disappear into the witness protection program?”
“You’ve got a booming voice now, Kip. Use it well. We’re all listening.”
Chapter 46
Suddenly Geoff Shear sees what he’s walked into is an ambush.
He should have been clued in, he thinks, by the others already assembled in the Oval Office, and their tight-lipped response when he was shown the place of honor on the couch. The FBI Director, the Attorney General, and the White House Chief of Staff would not normally be expected to evaluate NASA’s emergency scrub of a shuttle launch.