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.If you've got those skills, please call andgive us a summary of your abilities.And tell us how to reach you so we cando that when the need arises.We also need more volunteers to help with cityutility support, and we need volunteer fire fighters."Finally, I want to say how much pride I have in you all.We've gone through a terrible misfortune, and although I've seen reports oflooting and crimes against persons, by far the majority of you have reactedadmirably, by helping people in trouble, by sharing personal property andresources available to you, and by generously aiding strangers.That makes mevery proud.And I want you to know that law and order has been restored.Thefire department is ready to roll, and all hospital emergency numbers and hotlines are functional."You have all done a splendid job of coping, and I'll pass on news of any newdevelopments as they happen."Good night, Manhattan."#Dr.Bobby Joe Brewster turned down the sound on his small office TV.He leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk, still amazed at howmuch quieter the Columbia campus was now.He considered what the mayor hadsaid.It would be an interesting challenge to try to decode alientransmissions if that was the goal.He glanced at his computer.Cut off from Earth, he'd be deprived of hisconstant supply of new programs and upgrades.That had to be the worst aspect of this entire mess.The sooner theyestablished communications, the sooner they could return toEarth, perhaps.Bobby Joe had grown up doing everything at a younger age than expected, so hehad acquired a fair amount of public modesty to reduce the jealousy of peoplehe was overtaking.Now wasn't the time for modesty, though.He was verylikely to be one of the best people in the dome for what the mayor had talkedabout.He took his feet off the desk and leaned forward to reach the loop recorder onthe desktop.He had it perpetually recording so he could always repeatanything from the previous thirty minutes.He touched the reverse control andsped the image back until the phone numbers came up on the small screen.When he found the right number, he froze the image.As he picked up the phone, he felt excited.If they got back to Earth, hecould go back to eating real food.#Matt stepped out of the elevator onto the 105th floor, five floors below theobservation deck on the southern tower of theWorld Trade Center, just as thankful as he could be that the power had beenrestored.The hallway was quiet as he turned toward the south wall, but the sounds ofactivity from inside a large office ahead grew louder as he approached.Heentered the room.Near the windows was a group of journalists, some withtheir lenses directed at the scenery outside, some focused on the activity atthe center of the room, all of them under strict notice that any disruption tothe workers would mean immediate expulsion.The room reminded him of a combat operations center, with large wall-screenscovering most surfaces, but no combat operations center he'd ever been in hada view like that out the south window.For a moment, he ignored the activityin the room and walked to the window.From here, the reflections from the topof the bubble were only a hundred meters away, and Matt knew the bubble almosttouched the WTC observation deck not too far over his head.A dozen bubbles poked out of the gray plain below.Two of them rose evenhigher than the World Trade Center.In each bubble, the ground was roughlyPage 37 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllevel with the plain.Matt drew in his breath involuntarily even though hehad seen these domes before.One dome contained what looked to be a largehill with bluish grassy-covered slopes and scattered black spots that Mattassumed to be cave or tunnel openings.No recognizable sign of intelligentlife showed on the surface.The strangest enclosed habitat, to Matt's naked eye, was an impossibly talland thin bubble surrounding a trio of incredibly high trees with hugecircular, sun-tracking, yellow-green leaves.In the middle of the triangle formed by the trees was an alien version of acity.Huge ropes looped around the giant tree branches suspended a series ofwoven structures rising vertically in a column that seemed to be fifty percenttaller than the WorldTrade Center.String-like tubes from the dim recesses overhead stretched downand connected at points all the way up and down the dome, which looked morelike an inverted test tube than anything else.Matt wondered if someone inthat dome were watching him."I still get the shivers looking out there," said a feminine voice next tohim.Matt turned and found Abby standing nearby."Me, too.Sometimes I just want to refuse to believe it somehow."Abby stood silently looking out the window until Matt said, "I reallyappreciate your help in getting things organized uphere.You're a hard worker.""And you're not?"Matt smiled and ignored the question."On the observation deck, they told methe new camera seems to be fully functional.What does it look like down here?""Take a look." Abby motioned him over to one of the wall screens.The screen she directed him to displayed a large image of the message on thetop of the dome.Abby said, "Bobby Joe set up a frame buffer, so we've gotthis good image to work from while the cameras are busy looking at otherthings." In a semicircle before the screen sat four more linguists with theircomputers, busily trying to make sense of the message.The message itselflooked even stranger in close up.Five large shapes were each composed ofseveral smaller shapes, which in turn were composed of smaller shapes thatcould have been icons or crude pictures.Matt had no idea if some of the sub-elements were merely elements ofcharacters like the three straight lines in a capital "A" or if somehow eventhe small elements contained significance of their own."You make anything of it so far?" Matt asked.Abby shook her head, and her blonde hair swayed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.If you've got those skills, please call andgive us a summary of your abilities.And tell us how to reach you so we cando that when the need arises.We also need more volunteers to help with cityutility support, and we need volunteer fire fighters."Finally, I want to say how much pride I have in you all.We've gone through a terrible misfortune, and although I've seen reports oflooting and crimes against persons, by far the majority of you have reactedadmirably, by helping people in trouble, by sharing personal property andresources available to you, and by generously aiding strangers.That makes mevery proud.And I want you to know that law and order has been restored.Thefire department is ready to roll, and all hospital emergency numbers and hotlines are functional."You have all done a splendid job of coping, and I'll pass on news of any newdevelopments as they happen."Good night, Manhattan."#Dr.Bobby Joe Brewster turned down the sound on his small office TV.He leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk, still amazed at howmuch quieter the Columbia campus was now.He considered what the mayor hadsaid.It would be an interesting challenge to try to decode alientransmissions if that was the goal.He glanced at his computer.Cut off from Earth, he'd be deprived of hisconstant supply of new programs and upgrades.That had to be the worst aspect of this entire mess.The sooner theyestablished communications, the sooner they could return toEarth, perhaps.Bobby Joe had grown up doing everything at a younger age than expected, so hehad acquired a fair amount of public modesty to reduce the jealousy of peoplehe was overtaking.Now wasn't the time for modesty, though.He was verylikely to be one of the best people in the dome for what the mayor had talkedabout.He took his feet off the desk and leaned forward to reach the loop recorder onthe desktop.He had it perpetually recording so he could always repeatanything from the previous thirty minutes.He touched the reverse control andsped the image back until the phone numbers came up on the small screen.When he found the right number, he froze the image.As he picked up the phone, he felt excited.If they got back to Earth, hecould go back to eating real food.#Matt stepped out of the elevator onto the 105th floor, five floors below theobservation deck on the southern tower of theWorld Trade Center, just as thankful as he could be that the power had beenrestored.The hallway was quiet as he turned toward the south wall, but the sounds ofactivity from inside a large office ahead grew louder as he approached.Heentered the room.Near the windows was a group of journalists, some withtheir lenses directed at the scenery outside, some focused on the activity atthe center of the room, all of them under strict notice that any disruption tothe workers would mean immediate expulsion.The room reminded him of a combat operations center, with large wall-screenscovering most surfaces, but no combat operations center he'd ever been in hada view like that out the south window.For a moment, he ignored the activityin the room and walked to the window.From here, the reflections from the topof the bubble were only a hundred meters away, and Matt knew the bubble almosttouched the WTC observation deck not too far over his head.A dozen bubbles poked out of the gray plain below.Two of them rose evenhigher than the World Trade Center.In each bubble, the ground was roughlyPage 37 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllevel with the plain.Matt drew in his breath involuntarily even though hehad seen these domes before.One dome contained what looked to be a largehill with bluish grassy-covered slopes and scattered black spots that Mattassumed to be cave or tunnel openings.No recognizable sign of intelligentlife showed on the surface.The strangest enclosed habitat, to Matt's naked eye, was an impossibly talland thin bubble surrounding a trio of incredibly high trees with hugecircular, sun-tracking, yellow-green leaves.In the middle of the triangle formed by the trees was an alien version of acity.Huge ropes looped around the giant tree branches suspended a series ofwoven structures rising vertically in a column that seemed to be fifty percenttaller than the WorldTrade Center.String-like tubes from the dim recesses overhead stretched downand connected at points all the way up and down the dome, which looked morelike an inverted test tube than anything else.Matt wondered if someone inthat dome were watching him."I still get the shivers looking out there," said a feminine voice next tohim.Matt turned and found Abby standing nearby."Me, too.Sometimes I just want to refuse to believe it somehow."Abby stood silently looking out the window until Matt said, "I reallyappreciate your help in getting things organized uphere.You're a hard worker.""And you're not?"Matt smiled and ignored the question."On the observation deck, they told methe new camera seems to be fully functional.What does it look like down here?""Take a look." Abby motioned him over to one of the wall screens.The screen she directed him to displayed a large image of the message on thetop of the dome.Abby said, "Bobby Joe set up a frame buffer, so we've gotthis good image to work from while the cameras are busy looking at otherthings." In a semicircle before the screen sat four more linguists with theircomputers, busily trying to make sense of the message.The message itselflooked even stranger in close up.Five large shapes were each composed ofseveral smaller shapes, which in turn were composed of smaller shapes thatcould have been icons or crude pictures.Matt had no idea if some of the sub-elements were merely elements ofcharacters like the three straight lines in a capital "A" or if somehow eventhe small elements contained significance of their own."You make anything of it so far?" Matt asked.Abby shook her head, and her blonde hair swayed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]