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Lunacy: Amnesty


  06:20:00 pm, by Nic Wilson   , 979 words  
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Lunacy: Amnesty

?So in your professional medical opinion?? Ken asked. ?I'd say there's no question to it. He did kind of bite one of my finger off, but... even for a baby he's docile. He's taken on canine socialization patterns- he's subordinated to basically everybody else in the pack.? ?But how would that translate to human beings?? ?You're thinking about lifting the quarantine?? ?Have to, at some point. Can't exactly cede the Moon to the monsters- no offense.? ?And what about us?? Mai asked. ?I don't follow,? Ken said. ?I mean are all of us destined for autopsy slabs in the Pentagon basement?? ?Oh,? Ken said, ?that. You probably would be,? Ken said, ?if the Pentagon understood what happened on the Moon. And given the overlap of astronauts and military personnel, it's probably only a matter of time before they get an inkling. But, what I'd like to propose, is a long-term experiment. Biometric data so far indicates that those infected with the wolf strain don't suffer the same microgravity complications as normal humans. We'd like to see how long that continues to be the case.? ?And what kind of a study length are we talking about?? Mai asked cautiously. ?Oh, I'd say generational. It ain't perfect,? Ken said, ?but I doubt even the DoD is crazy enough to come to the Moon to try and harvest astronaut DNA secrets. And in the interim, I've bought the complicity of the general staff with donated tissue samples from Zero. They want to try and skip over that whole murderous rampage second act- which is probably going to take some genetic engineering. But I wouldn't trust them if we were to make it easy for them to snatch up former lunar astronauts.? ?But the cub takes his social cues from us. Bill and Skot were still in the ICU when he was born, and at first he snubbed them. But when he saw the rest of us giving them deference, he realized that wounded or not they were still a part of his pack. He's a smart little guy.? ?Should be,? Ken said. ?He's got the biggest pair of brains on his mommas that rocket science could launch into space.? ?I did not think you were going to say brains,? Mai said. ?That's because you've got a filthy brain. An excellent science brain, but filthy, nonetheless.? ?And how did you know?? ?Man my age develops a sixth sense about these things.? ?Affairs? Office romance?? ?Lesbians.? ?Ah.? ?Oh, don't be a prude. I'm not the kind of man who spends hours abusing myself to the idea of visiting the set of a Girls Gone Wild. I just like knowing that out there, right now, there are girls kissing. It makes the universe a more beautiful place.? ?Still creepy.? ?Really?? Ken asked. ?I thought that was one of my more endearing traits.? ?Creepy. But you're nearly old enough that you not understanding it's creepy is adorable. Give it another few years.? ?You bust balls just like my ex-wife. God, why is that a turn-on?? ?That's... less creepy. Really, it's a little sad.? ?Hey, she left me. I never said I didn't love her.? ?And I'm beginning to think that you mistook me for a different kind of doctor.? ?We were just doing chit chat. Lunar astronaut selection was outside my purview, so you Moon men and women I don't know from my racist Korean dry cleaner. But you want to stick to business we can. We need a resupply for the Moon.? ?But the next resupply isn't for months.? ?Maybe. But you also burned through your medical supplies, food reserves and batteries already. Plus, that emergency patch up job Skot did on the reactor won't last. Speed's been warning us since it happened that there's a crack in the containment, and that without further repairs the reactor will melt down again. And speaking of Speed, he's still operating at partial capacity since someone tore out his circuit boards.? ?I was under an influence.? ?Story of my life,? Ken said, ?and also not my point. This whole plan we're talking about is a basic amnesty. Moon law is pretty mum on most of the affairs of men, and if we cannot talk about it long enough, I think the world will just remember how well the Lunar Station worked, and how we got a boot print on Mars. And I know the Elevator's busted. So I want to know honestly, Doc. Presuming that can be fixed, are you and the rest of your space werewolves going to eat your resupply crew?? ?I don't think so,? Mai said. ?You don't think so?? Ken asked. ?That's not a good enough answer. We work for the premiere nerd farm on Earth. I need numbers I can later fudge.? ?Sixty to seventy percent certain we won't attack whoever comes up here.? ?See? That I can fudge to eighty, ninety percent.? ?Fudge?? Mai asked. ?This is the intersection of science and politics,? Ken said. Sometimes truth has to take one for the team. But thank you for your expert opinion.? Ken shut off the broadcast, grinning. ?Why do I know that smile?? Alan asked. ?Have you ever been to a Vietnamese hooker?? ?No.? ?Then I have no idea.? ?No,? Alan said, understanding. ?You could go to the Moon.? ?What?? Ken asked. ?That's what that smile was. The thought, however fleeting, that you might get a shot at the Moon.? ?Fleeting is right,? Ken said. ?There's a dozen astronauts or more better qualified for the trip. And I think it'd take more than a bogeyman to make a dozen astronauts lose their grit. Like that moment when you catch the right light off your hooker's back and think she could be a well-preserved Linda Carter. It's a fun fantasy for a moment. But only a fool would organize his life around it.?

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