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What report?
Huh?
What report?
You mean you don't know?
Know what?
Must be another Johnson then. Been flying so many scientists out here can't keep everyone straight.
Who's everyone?
Physicists, mathematicians, geologists, you name it.
Geologists? At a plane crash?
Strange, isn't it? In the middle of the ocean no less.
What the hell would a geologist be doing at a plane crash?
Any other bags, Dr. Johnson?
Just that. Careful, it's heavy.
No other equipment? Scientific instruments?
No, they didn't say
This way, sir.
Captain Barnes wants to see you right away, sir.
Captain who?
Barnes. He's very eager to meet you. Been calling us every half hour to see if you're arrived.
Really?
By the way sir, I've read your report. I think it's brilliant.
What report?
You mean they haven't told you yet?
Told me what?
Norman Johnson.
Does this mean what I think it means?
It's over, sir, The storm has cleared.
The ships?
They're topside. We're ready to take you home, sir.
How are the others?
The others, sir?
Beth and Harry?
They're in the sub, sir. Waiting.
That whole time I couldn't stop thinking of what Harry was saying earlier...
What was that, sir?
About the time paradox. How we were all going to die that there was no way we would make it out of here alive
What'd you say to him?
To who? Arthur? Nothing. Nothing that Norman doesn't already know.
What does Norman already know?
Norman thinks we shouldn't be going down. Thinks it's a mistake.
She told me what you said, Norman.
What is it, Harry?
Just one of Norman's many secrets.
It's just like swimming, Norman... You know how to swim, don't you?
You're not afraid of the water, are you, Norman?
Easy Ted, we're not mining gold.
Gimme some room here, will you? Back off. Gimme some space.
Alot like. You know, I noticed it before, but I didn't...
Shutup, Ted. You didn't notice shit. Keep hammering.
English?
That's right.
You don't think it does? I think it's rather obvious.
Is it some sort of joke? Like one of those hoaxes?
A spacecraft half a mile long with 500 tonnes of coral on top of it? Someone went to a lot of trouble. Try again.
But it's impossible.
Is it?
Why would this ship carry instructions in English?
Think about it.
Unless, this alien spacecraft was you know somehow presenting itself to Americans in a way that would make us feel comfortable.
All the facts you need are right in front of you.
Gimme a minute here... I think I've got it.
Do you?
If it is an alien spacecraft
Save your breath. It's not an alien spacecraft.
An American spacecraft? Half a mile long? And buried 400 years? Yeah, good theory, Harry.
It's been obvious from the start, hasn't it, Captain? That's why all the secrecy, why no one was told about it?
We take a weeny little wedge, bang on it a couple of times, and bust off a chunk of the metal. Yet any spacecraft even at a low velocity, say 200 miles an hour crashes into the water it's gonna be like hitting concrete, it would crumple like paper. But there isn't a dent to be seen anywhere. Not even a scratch.
Meaning?
Meaning it didn't land in the water.
Please. It must have flown here
It didn't fly here. It <u>arrived</u> here.
Arrived? From where?
Not where. When. 400 years ago. From our future.
Looks like a design, some writing, maybe. Maybe it was sent to meet the spacecraft with a message.
Look closely. That isn't writing. Those are grooves.
Hey, go easy on the salt, will ya? We're not a bunch of icy streets here.
Salt's good for you, Ted. Helps you from getting impotent.
Impotent? I'm not impotent.
Well, if it's a discharge
It's not a discharge. Right, Edmunds? You said before, right? So it's gotta be a message.
If it is a message, it's probably a substitution code. I'll work on it.
Yeah, I'll work on it, too.
... I asked myself, why would the sphere be using a code? If you're trying to communicate, why use a code?
See? No code. What'd I say?
Codes are for <u>hiding</u> information. So it's making a mistake. It's making a code without intending to. I figured it's probably substituting numbers for letters... Then I began to wonder what an alien intelligence would make of our keyboard. And since we're getting spirals, I imagined the keyboard as a spiral. So I translated it...
What'd you say?
"We are friends".
Good idea, Ted.
Thank you.
Don't gimme that psychology bullshit, Norman. Psychology isn't a science, it's superstition. It's a bunch of soft, subjective theories without any hard data to back it up. With an intellect like this, emotions don't mean shit.
It's like showing Leonardo da Vinci a laptop computer. He'd run screaming "witchcraft". And you couldn't explain it to him, either. Modems, microchips, particle physics.
How are you feeling, Norman?
What?
You holding up alright?
Fine. I'm fine.
Don't be defensive.
I'm not being defensive.
You sound defensive.
I'm fine.
Go ahead. Ladies first.