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The flight crew got busy commencing the engine trials that had been the original purpose of the mission. Wally and Tim spent much of the time forward, following events, and Keene got involved in the technical proceeding, too. Vicki made the best of the opportunity to get to know more Amspace people. She seemed to get along especially well with Jenny, Les Urkin’s assistant in public relations, Alice, and Phil from Marketing. Sid, the new hire straight out of college, was still too mesmerized by the torrent of events that had overtaken him to be capable of much coherent thought.
“Are things always like this here?” he asked when the group was struggling to master their first peel-wrappered, squeeze-bottle lunch. “I mean, after the way things were at Berkeley, I expected life in the commercial world to be kind of dull. They haven’t found me a permanent desk yet, and I’m in orbit already.”
Later, he got to talking with Vicki, and then her and Keene, about the Kronian theories and Keene’s work with Amspace. Sid was enthusiastic about space development, which was why he had sought a position with Amspace in the first place, but he’d had no inkling of the deeper implications of what was at stake. It all came as a revelation, which he devoured avidly. A solid recruit to the cause, Keene decided.
However, as hours passed by and the novelty wore thinner, weariness akin to that of a long airline flight set in. While at the forward end of the compartment the voice exchanges with ground control at San Saucillo and other stations monitoring the flight continued against a background of electronic beeps and bursts of static, conversation in the rear section lapsed. Some of the passengers dozed or tried to read. About halfway through the mission the Osiris made contact to get confirmation that the Amspace vessel would be on schedule; also, there was a message for Keene from Sariena letting him know that she would be one of the Kronians up resting from terrestrial gravity while his party was visiting. Soon after, he found himself with Vicki and Sid, watching yet another turn of the globe sliding by on the cabin screen.
“Did I tell you that Robin got an e-mail from Salio?” Vicki asked. “My eternally curious fourteen-year-old son,” she added for Sid’s benefit. They had told Sid about Salio briefly when talking about the Kronians’ planetary theories.
“I don’t think so. He said he would,” Keene said.
“Robin was thrilled to bits. Salio knocked a few holes in his dinosaur theory, but it was nice of him to find the time to respond.” She explained to Sid, “Robin came up with this idea that the dinosaurs were on the body that impacted Earth, since he doesn’t think they could have existed in Earth’s gravity.”
Sid pulled a face. “A bit farfetched, isn’t it?”
“Give him a break. He’s fourteen.”
“David Salio’s an okay guy,” Keene said. “He’s going to be dynamite on the shows . . . which reminds me, I was supposed to call him.” He thought for a moment about calling Salio right there, from orbit, but then decided that the topic wasn’t appropriate for an audience. “You never did tell me this business about Robin and the mammoths, either,” he told Vicki instead.
“Oh, that’s right. I never did, did I?”
“He’s not saying that they came from someplace else too, surely?” Sid said.
Vicki shook her head. “Oh no. It’s just that in following his inquisitiveness, he stumbled on a lot of controversy that’s been going on for years—that even I didn’t know about—about when they died out.”
Keene made an inviting gesture. “Well, we’re listening. I always thought it was supposed to have had something to do with over-hunting.”
“Somewhere around ten or eleven thousand years ago, wasn’t it?” Sid said.
“That’s the conventional line,” Vicki agreed. “That date was thought to have been soon after the arrival of people. But now it seems pretty certain that humans were in the Americas much earlier. So they and the mammoths had coexisted for a long time. That theory doesn’t really hold up.”
“I never thought it made much sense, anyway,” Keene said. “Elephants are notoriously dangerous and difficult to bring down even by hunters equipped with iron and horses. But they were never hunted to extinction. Yet a sparse population armed with stone-tipped spears was supposed to have done it? All those millions of mammoths, mastodons, giant deer, you name it . . . piled up in thousands in some places? They’d have needed nuclear weapons.”