space rocks

Moorland respects your request and you spend the rest of the week sleeping, eating, and thinking.  You’ve created a brilliant mathematic formula based on the information they gave you.  Something is missing, there is something I don’t know.  They are hiding something, you think to yourself.

Tring-tring, the doorbell is ringing.  You rise and open it reluctantly.

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“Good morning, Charlie.  I hope you’re ready to go.  Professor Matthew Henri Scot says he is very pleased with your work.  They are looking forward to meeting you tonight.  I hope you’re ready to meet new people?”  He looks around the room and seems surprised at how tidy you've kept it.

 

"My work here is done.  I can go back to being a somewhat normal person again.”  You smile at Moorland and tap on the blue bag that you are taking onto the Soyuz. You’re sending some more things with the cargo shuttle and pointing to another bag you say, “Those are for the cargo shuttle.  I’ll see you tonight, I’ve been up all night to finish this formula.  I need to sleep before I turn stupid.”