Ten kilometers below the planet’s surface, Kylgax-3 sat in
silence and awaited word about the events above. One hand supported his double-cleft chin while the second
rapped its two fingers and both opposable thumbs against the desktop. His other two hands were folded in
front of him over his stomach.
Soon, he heard the patting footsteps of someone approaching
down the dusty tunnel. Hypheron-27
appeared at the tunnel’s opening where he abruptly stiffened and remained
standing with all four arms rigid at his side, waiting for permission to speak.
“I assume you bring word,” Kylgax-3 said. “Relax your posture and let me have it,
please.”
Hypheron-27 sighed and his straightened form bent into one
resembling a question mark. “It
has not gone as expected, sir. It
landed safely.”
Kylgax-3 opened his nostrils wide and snorted as each of his
tongues poked out of the corners of his mouths as was their species customary
method of showing displeasure.
“That shall prove to be quite a nuisance,” he spoke. “And what about the quality of the
surveillance equipment? Has there
been any analysis on its range?”
“We only know that there are a great many lenses and the
quality is higher than the previous versions. The observers are in the process of attempting to intercept
transmitted images to try and determine the distance.”
“So that is to say that images are already being
transmitted?”
Hypheron-27 stiffened again, apparently concerned that he
had let too much information slip to his superior. “Unfortunately, yes sir.”
All four of Kylgax-3’s hands went to his head. “Be sure that the protocol remains in
place that there are to be no excursions to the surface without clearance from
an authority of my level or higher.”
“Yes sir,” Hypheron-27 snapped back quickly just as Gorip-3
appeared at his side in the tunnel entrance.
“Dismissed,” Kylgax-3 said and waved two of his hands.
“Thank you sir,” said Hypheron-27, then swiveled to meet
Gorip-3’s gaze and said, “Good evening, sir.”
“Yeah, yeah, get lost,” came Gorip-3’s response and he
turned his back to him and walked into the room to sit across the desk from
Kylgax-3. “It’s not good news is
it then?”
“It is not,” responded Kygax-3 and began pouring a purple
liquid from the decanter behind him into two metal cylinders.
“Should we send a message to Mr. Carter?”
“I see no need,” Kylgax-3 said and slugged back his
drink. “Not at this point,
anyway. This is really more of a
nuisance than anything else. The
Earthlings have not figured out that we moved below the surface centuries ago
yet. I mean, they figured out that
ice and water may still exist below the surface, but have not reasoned that any
present life might have retreated there as well? I don’t believe slightly clearer photographs will help them
figure it out anytime soon.”
“Provided everyone follows orders, that is,” added Gorip-3.
“Precisely. Our
intelligence indicates that the rover’s target is Mt. Sharp, so the largest
challenge will most likely be the weekend tourism and sporting enthusiasts who
frequent its slopes. In all
likelihood, we should only really have to shut down one side of the mountain at
a time.”
Both cylinders were refilled and drained again as the two
native Martians stared at the walls of the room and contemplated the recent
events. Gorip-3 was the first to
break the silence after clearing his throat.
“Well, I have been sent to ask if you have perceived any
threats to security from within that I might help prevent. Do you have a list of names?”
“Just the usual suspects. I’m sure Marvin will be, ‘very, very angry,’ as he usually
is,” Kylgax-3 responded. Two of his hands made quotation marks in the air while
a third swiveled a finger next to the side of his head to pantomime his
feelings that the Martian in question was not all there mentally. “And of course you’ll have the glory
hounds who want to go down in history as the first sign of intelligent life on
Mars, but you know who they all are.”
“What about the boy?”
Kylgax-3 contorted his face as if disappointed in himself
for not considering this earlier.
“Yes, he can be trouble, can’t he?”
“He was before.
It was with great difficulty that we took care of his little stunt in
front of the Viking rover when he and his companion first arrived.”
“Keep close tabs on him.”
With that, Gorip-3 rose and left the room.
Over the next several hours, many different officials
hurried in and out of Kylgax-3’s underground office. Some gave him information while others sought information
from him. He found it al very
tiring and at times considered that it may just be easier to let the Earthlings
discover their presence on the planet and get all the charades over with. “No, they are nothing but trouble,” the
voice in his head reasoned with him, “and this annoyance shall be easily
avoided and will pass soon enough.”
His visitors became less frequent and things seemed to
settle down. Then, Gorip-3
returned in via the tunnel to report.
He shuffled in with his head down, kicking up red dust from the floor as
he went and sat across from Kylgax-3 heavily.
“I assume you have bad news,” Kylgax-3 began.
“News that makes me sadder than I would have expected,” he
answered, then raised his eyes to meet Kylgax-3’s. “The boy and his companion made it to the surface just as
the rover was landing.”
“Why am I just hearing of this?”
“There was an accident. Neither of them was detected, but the results caused the boy
to become quite upset and he hid in a maintenance closet by himself.”
“By himself?” asked Kylgax-3. “What of his stuffed tiger?”
Gorip-3 sighed.
“They emerged from the surface directly in the landing path of the
rover. It crashed right into him,
tore him to shreds, leaving no noticeable evidence. It does not constitute a security breach, but he was a
casualty.”
Kylgax-3 snorted and protruded his tongues from his mouth
again. “So let me get this
straight, the boy and tiger emerged just as the rover landed. The boy is safe, but the stuffed tiger
is no more? And you are sure of
this, that there is no saving him?”
“Yes sir,” replied Gorip-3 and took a drink from the cylinder
Kylgax-3 had poured for him as they spoke. “We have confirmed that Curiosity killed the cat.”
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