While Corky and Xavia huddled over the electron microprobe measuring the zirconium content in the chondrules, Rachel followed Tolland across the lab into an adjoining room. Here Tolland turned on another computer. Apparently the oceanographer had one more thing he wanted to check.
As the computer powered up, Tolland turned to Rachel, his mouth poised as if he wanted to say something. He paused.
What is it? Rachel asked, surprised how physically drawn to him she felt, even in the midst of all this chaos. She wished she could block it all out and be with him‑just for a minute.
I owe you an apology, Tolland said, looking remorseful.
On the deck? The hammerheads? I was excited. Sometimes I forget how frightening the ocean can be to a lot of people.
Face‑to‑face with him, Rachel felt like a teenager standing on the doorstep with a new boyfriend. Thanks. No problem at all. Really. Something inside her sensed Tolland wanted to kiss her.
After a beat, he turned shyly away. I know. You want to get to shore. We should get to work.
For now. Rachel smiled softly.
For now, Tolland repeated, taking a seat at the computer.
Rachel exhaled, standing close behind now, savoring the privacy of the small lab. She watched Tolland navigate a series of files. What are we doing?
Checking the database for big ocean lice. I want to see if we can find any prehistoric marine fossils that resemble what we saw in the NASA meteorite. He pulled up a search page with bold letters across the top: PROJECT DIVERSITAS .
Scrolling through the menus, Tolland explained, Diversitas is essentially a continuously updated index of oceanic biodata. When a marine biologist discovers a new ocean species or fossil, he can toot his horn and share his find by uploading data and photos to a central databank. Because theres so much new data discovered on a weekly basis, this is really the only way to keep research up‑to‑date.
Rachel watched Tolland navigating the menus. So youre accessing the Web now?
No. Internet access is tricky at sea. We store all this data onboard on an enormous array of optical drives in the other room. Every time were in port, we tie into Project Diversitas and update our databank with the newest finds. This way, we can access data at sea without a Web connection, and the data is never more than a month or two out of date. Tolland chuckled as he began typing search keywords into the computer. Youve probably heard of the controversial music file‑sharing program called Napster?
Diversitas is considered the marine biologists version of Napster. We call it LOBSTERLonely Oceanic Biologists Sharing Totally Eccentric Research.
Rachel laughed. Even in this tense situation, Michael Tolland exuded a wry humor that eased her fears. She was beginning to realize shed had entirely too little laughter in her life lately.
Our database is enormous, Tolland said, completing the entry of his descriptive keywords. Over ten tera‑bytes of descriptions and photos. Theres information in here nobody has ever seen‑and nobody ever will. Ocean species are simply too numerous. He clicked the search button. Okay, lets see if anyone has ever seen an oceanic fossil similar to our little space bug.
After a few seconds, the screen refreshed, revealing four listings of fossilized animals. Tolland clicked on each listing one by one and examined the photos. None looked remotely like the fossils in the Milne meteorite.
Tolland frowned. Lets try something else. He removed the word fossil from his search string and hit search. Well search all living species. Maybe we can find a living descendant that has some of the physiological characteristics of the Milne fossil.
The screen refreshed.
Again Tolland frowned. The computer had returned hundreds of entries. He sat a moment, stroking his now stubble‑darkened chin. Okay, this is too much. Lets refine the search.
Rachel watched as he accessed a drop‑down menu marked habitat. The list of options looked endless: tide pool, marsh, lagoon, reef, mid‑oceanic ridge, sulfur vents. Tolland scrolled down the list and chose an option that read: Destructive Margins/Oceanic Trenches .
Smart, Rachel realized. Tolland was limiting his search only to species that lived near the environment where these chondrulelike features were hypothesized to form.
The page refreshed. This time Tolland smiled. Great. Only three entries.
Rachel squinted at the first name on the list. Limulus poly . . . something.
Tolland clicked the entry. A photo appeared; the creature looked like an oversized horseshoe crab without a tail.
Nope, Tolland said, returning to the previous page.
Rachel eyed the second item on the list. Shrimpus Uglius From Hellus. She was confused. Is that name for real?
Tolland chuckled. No. Its a new species not yet classified. The guy who discovered it has a sense of humor. Hes suggesting Shrimpus Uglius as the official taxonomical classification. Tolland clicked open the photo, revealing an exceptionally ugly shrimplike creature with whiskers and fluorescent pink antennae.
Aptly named, Tolland said. But not our space bug. He returned to the index. The final offering is . . . He clicked on the third entry, and the page came up.
Bathynomous giganteus . . . Tolland read aloud as the text appeared. The photograph loaded. A full‑color close‑up.
Rachel jumped. My God! The creature staring back at her gave her chills.
Tolland drew a low breath. Oh boy. This guy looks kind of familiar.
Rachel nodded, speechless. Bathynomous giganteus. The creature resembled a giant swimming louse. It looked very similar to the fossil species in the NASA rock.
There are some subtle differences, Tolland said, scrolling down to some anatomical diagrams and sketches. But its damn close. Especially considering it has had 190 million years to evolve.
Close is right, Rachel thought. Too close.
Tolland read the description on the screen: Thought to be one of the oldest species in the ocean, the rare and recently classified species Bathynomous giganteus is a deepwater scavenging isopod resembling a large pill bug. Up to two feet in length, this species exhibits a chitinous exoskeleton segmented into head, thorax, abdomen. It possesses paired appendages, antennae, and compound eyes like those of land‑dwelling insects. This bottom‑dwelling forager has no known predators and lives in barren pelagic environments previously thought to be uninhabitable. Tolland glanced up. Which could explain the lack of other fossils in the sample!
Rachel stared at the creature on‑screen, excited and yet uncertain she completely understood what all of this meant.
Imagine, Tolland said excitedly, that 190 million years ago, a brood of these Bathynomous creatures got buried in a deep ocean mud slide. As the mud turns into rock, the bugs get fossilized in stone. Simultaneously, the ocean floor, which is continuously moving like a slow conveyer belt toward the oceanic trenches, carries the fossils into a high‑pressure zone where the rock forms chondrules! Tolland was talking faster now. And if part of the fossilized, chondrulized crust broke off and ended up on the trenchs accretionary wedge, which is not at all uncommon, it would be in a perfect position to be discovered!
But if NASA . . . Rachel stammered. I mean, if this is all a lie, NASA must have known that sooner or later someone would find out this fossil resembles a sea creature, right? I mean we just found out!
Tolland began printing the Bathynomous photos on a laser printer. I dont know. Even if someone stepped forward and pointed out the similarities between the fossils and a living sea louse, their physiologies are not identical. It almost proves NASAs case more strongly.
Rachel suddenly understood. Panspermia. Life on earth was seeded from space.
Exactly. Similarities between space organisms and earth organisms make excellent scientific sense. This sea louse actually strengthens NASAs case.
Except if the meteorites authenticity is in question.
Tolland nodded. Once the meteorite comes into question, then everything collapses. Our sea louse turns from NASA friend to NASA linchpin.
Rachel stood in silence as the Bathynomous pages rolled out of the printer. She tried to tell herself this was all an honest NASA mistake, but she knew it was not. People who made honest mistakes didnt try to kill people.
The nasal voice of Corky echoed suddenly across the lab. Impossible!
Both Tolland and Rachel turned.
Measure the damn ratio again! It makes no sense!
Xavia came hurrying in with a computer printout clutched in her hand. Her face was ashen. Mike, I dont know how to say this . . . Her voice cracked. The titanium/zirconium ratios were seeing in this sample? She cleared her throat. Its pretty obvious that NASA made a huge mistake. Their meteorite is an ocean rock.
Tolland and Rachel looked at each other but neither spoke a word. They knew. Just like that, all the suspicions and doubts had swelled up like the crest of a wave, reaching the breaking point.
Tolland nodded, a sadness in his eyes. Yeah. Thanks, Xavia.
But I dont understand, Xavia said. The fusion crust . . . the location in the ice‑
Well explain on the way to shore, Tolland said. Were leaving.
Quickly, Rachel collected all the papers and evidence they now had. The evidence was shockingly conclusive: the GPR printout showing the insertion shaft in the Milne Ice Shelf; photos of a living sea louse resembling NASAs fossil; Dr. Pollocks article on ocean chondrules; and microprobe data showing ultradepleted zirconium in the meteorite.
The conclusion was undeniable. Fraud.
Tolland looked at the stack of papers in Rachels hands and heaved a melancholy sigh. Well, Id say William Pickering has his proof.
Rachel nodded, again wondering why Pickering had not answered his phone.
Tolland lifted the receiver of a nearby phone, holding it out for her. You want to try him again from here?
No, lets get moving. Ill try to contact him from the chopper. Rachel had already decided if she could not make contact with Pickering, shed have the Coast Guard fly them directly to the NRO, only about 180 miles.
Tolland began to hang up the phone, but he paused. Looking confused, he listened to the receiver, frowning. Bizarre. No dial tone.
What do you mean? Rachel said, wary now.
Weird, Tolland said. Direct COMSAT lines never lose carrier‑
Mr. Tolland? The Coast Guard pilot came rushing into the lab, his face white.
What is it? Rachel demanded. Is someone coming?
Thats the problem, the pilot said. I dont know. All onboard radar and communications have just gone dead.
Rachel stuffed the papers deep inside her shirt. Get in the helicopter. Were leaving. NOW!