One Under the Sun Page #3

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- Deep breaths.

- I don't care what the doctor said.

- Honey...

- I want mom!

Amelia!

Amelia!

Amelia, honey?

Amelia?

Oh, my God.

Look.

What is this?

Check it out.

Hey, come here!

Hurry up!

Oh, my God.

Was it a missile?

A meteorite? A goddamn

lightning bolt from heaven?

I need some answers right now.

Yes, right now!

Sir, you need to see this.

- Where'd you get this image?

- The satellite feed.

There's a satellite

above the debris field?

- Blind it.

- We can't do that.

Do it!

Sky news is calling.

Ignore it, I said.

- No one talks to the press!

- It's Google.

No one talks to Google.

Elvis... Dr. price-Johnson

worked for them.

No one talks to Google,

no one talks to the families,

no one talks to no one.

This never happened.

Are we clear?

- Are we clear?

- Yes, sir.

Where are you?

I need you in Nevada, now.

Good morning.

You missed breakfast,

but it didn't look very tasty.

Poached egg and grits.

Thirsty?

My name is Wyatt Roberts.

I work for the director

of national intelligence.

You've never heard of us.

We're the guys who brief the president

when there are incidents like yours.

Incidents?

- I don't...

- Amnesia.

Seriously?

That's your play?

Why are you dressed like that?

You're in quarantine.

Do I have Ebola?

We're not sure what's going on with you.

Let's just say you're in quarantine

until we can figure out

why you're still alive.

It's kind of a miracle.

Ha!

Aah.

Oh, yeah.

Elvis was looking for you.

Uh...

You missed the morning news dump today.

Let me guess.

Terrorist attacks in London,

world currency in free-fall,

mass graves found in Mexico.

Actually, it was terrorist

attacks in Paris.

You know, it's the same every day.

I don't even know why

they go through the trouble.

How's Amelia?

She's alive.

I don't know how, but she's alive.

You know, there are all sorts of studies

showing that people can stave off death

when there's something they're

willing to stay alive for.

She's waiting for me.

It won't be long now.

- It won't be long! Oh!

- We're going home.

- We're going home.

- Yeah.

- We're going home.

- We're going home!

We're going home.

We're going home.

Yes.

What's the last thing you remember?

I was in my daughter's room,

and I was looking at the stars.

I have a daughter.

You were looking at the stars.

Out the window?

On the walls.

She has posters.

My daughter, Amelia,

she must be worried about me.

I need to go see her.

I have to go see her.

You're not going anywhere.

- What...

- I told you.

You're in quarantine.

We have some more tests to run on

you before you can be released.

I need to see my little girl.

And John.

I need to see John.

I need to see my husband

and my little girl.

And you will.

Just as soon as we know it's safe.

Is that why the door is locked?

Is the door locked to keep me safe?

No, Dr. Voss.

It's locked to keep us safe.

You want to run some tests, right?

Let's do it.

Where are my clothes?

You don't have any clothes.

We found you naked.

Found me...

Now you listen to me,

you son of a b*tch.

The only thing

that's kept my daughter alive

these past three years is the thought

of seeing her mother again,

and this afternoon, she saw

her blow up on television.

I've got a dead wife

and a kid in the hospital,

and the phone number of CNN's

science reporter on my speed dial.

Now if I don't get some answers

pretty damn quick,

I'm gonna start making some noise.

Oh, national security?

Don't pull that homeland

security crap on me.

If you don't have the clearance

to give me some answers,

you'd better find me somebody who does!

We're gonna be measuring the

electrical activity of your brain

using these electrodes.

Yeah, I'm familiar

with the EEG technology.

Okay. And this afternoon

we're gonna be doing a pet scan

and establishing baselines,

and compare what we get to

the tests NASA has on file.

What are you doing?

Mapping the pleasure

centers of my brain.

We already know where they are.

True.

But there's nothing like...

Ooh.

Primary research.

Perv.

Okay, let's begin.

State your name.

Dr. Kathryn Voss.

Whoa.

Can you tell from the brain activity

if she's faking amnesia?

- Huh.

- What?

This is off-the-charts weird.

Weird how?

Weird as in impossible.

What kind of questions

were you asking her?

We ran the scan three times

with the same results.

- And?/ - Every time she showed

the same pattern of activity.

It's like she has complete control

of her subconscious mind.

Then she's faking the amnesia.

Faking?

No.

Post-traumatic amnesia's very common.

But forget about

the bizarre brain waves.

Her blood work is what's really strange.

We tested her blood

and found 71 amino acids.

71?

Can you just tell me what that means?

Two weeks before she went to Mars,

Kathryn Voss had only

21 amino acids in her body.

So?

- What I mean...

Amino acids, they're... They don't...

Human beings only have 21.

You're saying she's not human.

Not anymore.

Plus sign.

Star.

Square.

Star.

Wavy lines.

Star, star, star, star, star!

Star!

How are the oxygen levels?

Down to 19%.

And, um, how's the night vision?

Won't be a problem

unless it goes below 17%.

But the sooner you get those oxygen

generators online, the better.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I keep thinking...

If I look at those plants long enough,

one of them is going

to morph into a cigarette.

You smoke?

I'm French.

Of course I smoke.

Well, not for years,

but I still remember the taste.

Maybe you can ask Robert

to have his nanites

whip up some cigarettes.

Cigarettes, huh?

And what would you ask him to whip up?

- Hmm?

- Mm-hmm.

Um...

Chocolate.

Chocolate.

Mm, I like that.

Amelia, I'm waiting for you.

Amelia, It hurts so much!

No! No!

Mom!

Kathryn.

Calm down, calm down.

I'm okay.

Just dizzy.

Oh, no.

You've got a fever.

- I'm fine.

- Robert.

Can you come to the greenhouse?

Kathryn is not well.

Calm down, calm down.

Hello, agent Roberts.

How did you know it was me?

Your, uh, scent is distinctive.

You hesitated. You were

gonna say something else.

I was gonna say "your aura"

but I thought

that might be too woo-woo for you.

You're right.

What does my aura look like?

It's pink and sparkly, like a unicorn's.

That's what I thought.

You're not wearing your gear.

Does that mean I'm not contagious?

I want to see my daughter.

What lesson have you

brought back to her?

What did you learn that you

couldn't have learned on earth?

I want to see my daughter.

I'd like world peace, but it

isn't going to happen today.

You know what else

isn't gonna happen today?

Me playing Guinea pig.

I want to see my daughter.

Above my pay grade.

Then get out!

I'm not the only one

with questions, Dr. Voss.

And some of those people with questions,

they're not as nice as I am.

Well, are they the ones

that blew the Samsara?

Who said it blew up?

What do you remember?

Everything was normal aboard the craft.

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