I said, “If they have that kind of technology…?”
“…Yeah, they could use it again,” Mindon interjected, “and we’re just sitting ducks, gents, one gigantic bull’s-eye called Planet Earth.”
“I’d like to have this verified myself, if that’s possible,” I said.
“Of course. That’s why I brought it. You’ve been getting an awful lot of media play over your book, even now. People in the right places need to know about this. They really need to know right away.”
He pulled out a folder and laid it on the table.
“This has all the documentation about the find, as described by me and Duke Alver, who was the one who actually stumbled on the thing. We were on a dig together in Montana a few years back. This one’s given me a lot of sleepless nights on the Procrustean bed, let me tell you. I’m happy to share the burden.”
“What about Duke?” I asked.
“Bought the farm couple of years ago.”
Then Zee brought our lunches, and laid them before us. It was something made with cheese (more than one kind), pastrami, ’shrooms, spinach, onions, and a few other things. The odor was overwhelmingly pleasing.
The restaurateur stopped suddenly, and then examined the artifact with a very odd expression on his face.
“E-e-egg!” he finally managed to choke out.
“Yes it is, Zee,” I said.
He shook his head: “D-don’t l-let it ha-hatch!”
Then he walked away. We looked at each other.
“Let’s eat,” I finally said.
“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” Mindon added.
CHAPTER THREE
FISH OUT OF WATER
Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Mindon Min, 21 Bi-February, Mars Year ii
Novato, California, Planet Earth
After meeting Geoff and Alex the other day at Zee’s, and seeing the evidence of Geoff’s dinosaur egg, I didn’t know what to think. Shit, paleontologists have been tossing around ideas about the Great Dino Demise for as long as I can remember. Of course, everything changed when Luis and Walter Álvarez discovered that iridium was present in abundance in the K-T Boundary, where it shouldn’t have been.
K-T is a thin layer of fossilized clay demarcating the transition between the Cretaceous Period, the third and last act dominated by the dinosaurs, and the Tertiary Period, in which the mammals took over. No big animals of any kind survived the passage of that barrier. Iridium is a rare earth element relatively uncommon on Earth, but much more prevalent in meteorites. The Álvarezes (father and son) had postulated that a comet or asteroid roughly six miles in diameter hit the Earth circa sixty-five million bce. An appropriately sized and dated crater was later discovered on the Yucatán Peninsula in México.
Q.E.D.
But if Geoff’s find was real, then all bets were off. It meant the asteroid had possibly been nudged from its original orbit onto a collision course with Earth, and that the resulting nuclear winter had wiped out the dinos—and a good many other critters as well. But could the aliens actually have survived that long? It seemed a trifle improbable to me.
I put my eye back to the aperture of the ’scope, on the porch of my “Womb Tomb,” as I called it—my retreat from civilization.
“Mindon, I’m back!”
That was Puff Santiago, my current S.O. Her real name was Hazel or Maude or some other godawful thing like Porfiria, but she preferred Puff. What could I say? We’re all a little pseudonymous around here.
She’d run by Sargent’s Pepper Pot to pick up some din-din. I particularly liked a dish called the Eye of Flame, a stew of meat and vegetables that was so heavily seasoned with pepper and ginger and chili that it would leave you gasping for mercy—and for more, more, more. Pam the Pulchritudinous Proprietress was gracious enough to accommodate any reasonable culinary request.
So I abandoned my heavenly observations of the sky to observe the heavenly measurements of someone else.
“You see it again?” La Puff asked.
She was remarkably easy on the eyes, with long auburn hair and a plump body and a wry smile that would just make your heart jump in your throat. I always felt better when she was there. Maybe this was the one who would actually lead me down the road to the Proposition Palace. Maybe she should.
“Nah,” I said, “nothing.”
Just a few months earlier, there’d been an opposition of Earth and Mars, the first since the Martian invasion. That’s when the two planets reach their closest point to each other in their respective orbits. It happens once every twenty-six months between the red world and our blue one.
I’d been out there with all the rest of the amateur astronomers, night after night, looking for any signs of a new Martian invasion, but saw nothing—then!
But two days ago, just after my meeting with Alex, I noticed an isolated flash. It wasn’t reported on any of the usual web or news sites or even on CNN. Truth be told, I wasn’t even sure if what I’d seen was real, it happened so quickly. A little tinge of red, that’s all it was. It could have been a reflection from a car’s brakes or something. It hadn’t been repeated.
“What do you think it was?” Puff asked, as we sat down to dinner.
“Don’t know. The more I think about it, the less certain I am.”
I heaped a ladle full of “Flame” onto a thick slice of the homemade organic wheat-berry bread that Pam had contributed to the package. One bite and I could already feel the endorphins hitting my bloodstream.
“Man, that’s good!” I said.
Puff couldn’t say anything at all.
“The problem is, it’s too late in the season for the Martians to be launching a second invasion fleet. The planets are rapidly drifting apart. So if it was an alien ship, and it’s not headed here, where’s it going?”
She raised her fork.
“Maybe they’ve got other bases nearby. Maybe there’s a Martian outpost in the Asteroid Belt.”
“Maybe lots of things,” I said, “but I don’t like any of them. I hate this waiting. I hate wondering what they’ll do next.”
“What would you do about it if you had the chance?”
That’s what I liked about Puff: she was never predictable.
“Me? Oh, I’d probably try communicating with them. What about you?” I asked.
She
