Hawks shook his head. “No, I lost contact with Hawks M shortly. And please try to remember that we have never been on the Moon.”
Barker laughed. “All right. But what’s the difference between being there and only remembering being there?”
Hawks mumbled, working at the note, “I don’t know. Perhaps the Navy will have a report for us on what Hawks M and Barker M did afterward. That might tell us something. I rather think it will.”
Barker laughed again. “You’re a peculiar duck, Hawks.”
Hawks looked at him sidelong. “That sums me up, does it? Well, I’m not Hawks. I remember being Hawks, but I was made in the receiver some twenty-five minutes ago, and you and I have never met before.”
“All right, Hawks,” Barker chuckled. “Relax!” Hawks was no longer paying any attention to him. He opened the note, finally, and read the blurred message with little difficulty, since it was in his own handwriting and, in any case, he knew what it said. It was:
“Remember me to her.”