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Unexpected Turns: Forgotten Words

"Right."

They began to climb, leaving the probe and its mast far below. It listened to everything they said. It recorded every word they spoke and converted it to data. Soon its memory banks would be full and it would begin the next stage in its program. But not yet. There was more to collect before then.



The men were gone for two days. They returned tired and worried. An unexpected change of weather was due to close in. It had not been predicted. They had to get down to base camp before it broke.

The probe listened as they came nearer.

"Someone ought to know about this thing.'"

"We can't radio out till we get to base.'"

"I know that."

"I'm taking some notes. I want a copy of that writing along the side."

"Maybe it's a code?"

"Maybe."

"Could be worth something. They pay big money for bits of their satellites?"

"Who do?"

"NASA."

"How do you know its one of theirs?""

"It might be."

The sky went black as new clouds rolled in. The green and violet sky turned to silver. Snow began to fall like dying doves, fluttering to the ground. They drifted down. silent, soft, with broken wings. The killing snow. Kissing the mountain with its white death. One of the men stooped over to cover his pad with his body as he scribbled the letters in pencil on a sheet.

"That'll do," he said, folding and slipping the pad into his jacket.

The other two men were now some distance away. They chipped out steps with their-boots and stabbed the body of the mountain with their ice-axes as they descended. They were like dust mites on a whale as they picked


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