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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. |
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