Monday, September 10, 2012


Headhunter (from an image made public by NASA -- thank you very much!)"Where this, what that; when, when, when, and a whole bunch of how. But not once did they ask why." Marrel flicked the greying bangs clear of his eyes and stared at the table.

"Perhaps the why of it is not important to them," the Interrogator said.

"Well, it should be. Nothing ever happens without a why. Not even nothing," replied Marrel. 

The Interrogator studied the scientist's face. "And if they'd known the reason behind your actions, do you believe it would have changed the outcome?"

Resting his chin on his palm, Marrel glanced at the younger man's lips. They appeared slightly oily, as if from lunch or a late breakfast. He shook his head and stared back down at the table. "That's not what I'm saying. How many times do I have to tell you? I am not after a different verdict. It is what it is; whatever happens to me is completely irrelevant at this point."

"And at what point was it, or at what point will it again become, relevant?"

"What?" For the first time, Marrel looked up into the Interrogator's eyes. They returned his gaze unyielding, like granite. Marrel resisted the urge to look away. "I don't follow."

"Then let me rephrase the question, Dr. Grigsby." The Interrogator leaned forward a centimeter or two. "Did you double yourself before you destroyed the Sun? Or after? Either way, we will find the other you; it's only a matter of time. At this point."

Marrel felt sick. But he knew lying would only delay the inevitable. "Before."

The Interrogator nodded very slowly, apparently unsurprised. "I have one more question, Dr. Grigsby."

Marrel tilted his head and smirked. "You're going to ask which one of me came up with the actual plan, and you're probably also wondering when the last time I communicated with myself was."

The Interrogator shook his head. "No. My question for you is simple: Have you ever considered a career in the Queen's Guard?"

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