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He glanced at her computer. "The camera runs on an industry standard platform. I'll have to format it so
you can run it."

She wasn't sure she believed that. "I don't want it to leave the camp." She didn't want him to have a
copy, but to say so sounded even more paranoid.

"It won't." He stood up and stretched. "You were great. You have a good voice for broadcast, and I
think you'll come across as knowledgeable but not scary knowledgeable, know what I mean?" He
yawned. "Ever thought about consulting for a news program? You could make a few bucks."

She shook her head.

He put the disk in his pocket. "I'll send someone back with it. Mark anything you don't want aired and
give it to me tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay."

The door thumped shut behind him, and the room was finally quiet. Althea let her breath out and slumped
in the chair.

Maybe she would erase everything.




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Roger sent the disk back an hour later with a luckless intern. He handed the disk to Althea without saying
a word, but Althea caught him by the arm.
"Did Roger copy this thing?"
"I don't know, ma'am." The intern cringed. "I really don't. But the original can't run on your system, so he
probably did."

"Get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am." The young man bolted for the door.




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The interview had seemed to take hours, but the screen counter timed it at just under ten minutes. She
ran it twice, making mental notes on what absolutely had to be removed—that part about other cities on
Mars, for instance, and that part—where Roger looked so doubtful as he eyed the finger bone for the
first time. It might just be a trick of the light, but if she could see it, so could a hundred million CNN
viewers. So could everyone at Oxford.