Wednesday, April 14, 2010

"I think the star, when it fell, had the same problem as an automated car: the first billion miles were easy, but the last five hundred or so were off by a few millionths of a degree, or whatever, so now here it is." Connor clacked the star on the table.

"So what do we do?" Lara asked.

"We try and communicate with it again." Connor replied, grimly.