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Many lives are in imminent danger, but a mysterious entity has the power to change everything.

Life is a breeze for Andreas, a simple man, and the captain of a ferry in one of Norway’s tourist-packed fjords. But things are not as perfect as they may seem.

When Andreas begins to receive messages from an unknown source, he realizes that the future of the world is in danger. He decides to leave everything behind and devote his life to a single mission – saving the planet. He soon discovers that humanity’s history is entirely different from what he has known, and a different reality rules the world.

Now, Andreas faces the ultimate test – will he manage to complete his task, or has Earth’s fate already been decided?

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Beneath the Wall of Sleep

One of the biggest challenges for the lunar and Martian settlements during the diablovirus pandemic was mental health. While the isolation produced by travel times served to protect the settlers from physical contagion, it bred a variety of mental issues in the susceptible.

While it is true that space travelers had to undergo rigorous physical and psychological evaluations, these had become steadily less and less severe as space travel became more routine, especially in the case of those going to the Moon. The Expulsions added an additional wrinkle, since Expulsees were rarely rejected for anything but the most gross of medical problems.

As a result, the stress of being aware of the crisis on Earth (thanks to light-speed telecommunications) yet unable to offer any substantial aid even to friends and family built up steadily as news grew worse and worse. Furthermore, when communications began to break down, people were left wondering whether loved ones were not responding to texts and e-mails because their local cell towers and Internet routers were down, or because these individuals had fallen ill with the diablovirus or met with some other misfortune. This information void could often be even worse than knowing that a close friend or family member was ill, even on death’s door.

On the whole, the transient population (individuals who were on short-term assignments and thus had more primary ties with persons on Earth than those in their local community) found the situation more difficult than the long-term and permanent resident population. However, even among the permanent settlers, there were enough people who had maintained strong ties with friends and family on Earth that questions about hose individuals’ well-being was intensely distressing.

This situation was complicated by a culture drawn from the “right stuff” attitudes of the early astronauts and reinforced by the military traditions of the pilot-astronaut community. The pressure to remain stoic in the face of this nightmarish uncertainty was particularly intense for anyone in a position of authority, which could be difficult for civilian science department heads and committee chairs, and particularly for dependents who were increasingly been given permission to accompany personnel in the years leading up to the pandemic.

For many people, the pressure made itself known through dreams. Particularly in settlements that used advanced telemetry in the monitoring apparatus for their life-support systems, it was possible to detect changes in the frequency of REM sleep, and of heart rate, respiration, and skin temperature of residents in sleeping quarters without intrusive sensory apparatus. This data often proved far more accurate in detecting sleep disruptions than self-reporting of nightmares, insomnia or other issues with sleep.

However, medical personnel often had limited options for dealing with these issues. Although sedatives could force the body to sleep, they could not provide normal sleep-rhythm cycles, which could be almost as damaging as the insomnia they were supposed to treat. And while there were drugs that could reduce the severity of nightmares, they did so by disturbing normal REM sleep, which could be as disruptive to mental functioning as the sleep disruptions themselves.

Fortunately, the most severe cases were generally rare. By and large, most Lunans and Martians were able to maintain a satisfactory level of job performance even with the deleterious effects of the stress resultant from the omnipresent threat of the pandemic, both personally in the case of a breach of the quarantine procedures which protected space travel, and more broadly in the potential of civilization breakdown on Earth if too many skilled workers were lost to sustain complex technological civilization.

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Check Your Data

The last three hours had given Ursula Doorne a massive headache, and she wasn’t exactly prone to them. But this work had most definitely given her one, and she really didn’t want to have to call over to Medlab and have them send a deliverybot with painkillers to her office.

Going over the data itself wasn’t that hard — but right now she did not view it as a useful process, not until she had verified that the methods used to collect it were indeed valid. And that was what was proving the most difficult problem.

With all the various satellites and scientific probes humanity had put into space in the decades since Sputnik, one would think almost any location in the inner Solar System would be covered by at two or more sets of sensors. That it would be reasonably easy to get another set of sensors trained onto a phenomenon of interest, if nothing else, just to make sure that it wasn’t an artifact of a subtly faulty sensor. Surely no one wanted a repeat of the AXIL fiasco, which had derailed several promising careers in X-ray astronomy.

But no, there was not one probe anywhere that could be trained on that one region near the Sun’s south pole that seemed to be behaving oddly. Right now the Israeli probe at Mercury was their only source of data, and given that the solar data was incidental to its actual mission, there was a very real question that they might be looking at faulty data.

Ursula closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the pounding within her head. What other resources could they bring to bear to get another source of data without waiting for the Sun’s polar regions to come around to where the vast number of systems in the Earth-Moon system could get a good look at it?

In the meantime, she’d better talk to the space weather people. At least give them the heads-up about the data she was looking at. Make sure they understood this was not in any way, shape or form a formal release of information, not even a pre-print, but she wanted them to be aware that the space weather situation could change at a moment’s notice if it represented a major gap in the astronomy upon which their work was based.

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The Course of Disaster

Every event has its own rhythms. In the case of a pandemic, it begins with uncertainty and fear. In these early stages, we see only the worst cases, and have no idea what proportion of actual cases they represent. Especially if it is a new virus, like the diablovirus, nothing is known about how contagious it may be, the methods by which it spreads, or any of the other parameters by which one can determine how best to deal with it.

As a result, public health agencies will almost invariably either over-react or under-react. Furthermore, the direction in which they err is almost invariably determined by the last major disease outbreak. In effect they are like generals preparing yet again to fight the last war.

As the course of the pandemic proceeds, early assumptions will often prove to be inaccurate, perhaps even wildly so. At this point, the authorities have choices to make. Will they alter their messages to fit the new data, or will they insist on sticking to their original messages and policies even after new discoveries have invalidated them?

There can be multiple reasons for a decision to persist with an official line that is based upon superseded science. Yes, fear of losing face in the eyes of the general public can be a real issue, particularly in cultures heavily invested in the notion that Authority Does Not Err, but it is certainly not the only one. Some authority figures can be worried that going back on one’s advice will end up sowing confusion, quite possibly leaving people unsure who they should believe. And some can believe that, if the existing advice is not actively harmful, it is better to avoid changing it unless the need to update is pressing.

In the time when mass media was entirely broadcast, with an effective monopoly of a small number of media sources over the information being broadcast, the argument of avoiding confusion might have still held some water. However, by the early twenty-first century, the monopoly once held by major newspapers, radio and television stations had broken down. People were as likely to look to well-known independent bloggers as to national networks for their news.

As a result, major media outlets following the old policy of soft-pedaling new information that contradicted their earlier messages actually ended up damaging the very credibility they were trying so hard to preserve. In the case of the diablovirus, many people became so uncertain as to what preventive measures would actually work that they would end up persisting in useless ones that felt comforting while ignoring ones that actually worked but failed to conform to their intuitive sense of how things ought to work.

—– Helen Cherwell, essay for Intro to Broadcast Media, Shepardsport, 2033.

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Reasons to Worry

Autumn Belfontaine swirled the last bit of her coffee around in the bottom of the mug. When she’d first gotten into broadcast journalism, it had seemed like a straightforward occupation. Yes, there were many ways a reporter might use to ferret out information, but it all boiled down to covering the news.

She’d never imagined that being a radio station’s news director could put her in the position of having to locate technical information for old friends who were just trying to stay on the air as best they could amidst infrastructure breakdowns. She’d never imagined that it would involve trying to hold together a team who were becoming increasingly worried about the safety of friends and family at the bottom of a gravity well while sitting at its top with no way to give them material help. And she’d certainly never imagined that she could be watching a civilization-wide catastrophe unfolding 1.5 light-seconds away, hardly an eyeblink in network times, yet a well-nigh unbridgeable distance in physical terms.

But now there was nothing for her to do but deal with the situation as best she could. At least Ken Redmond’s people had managed to put together a new main board, so Shepardsport Pirate Radio once again had a clean, professional sound. Now they had to put the location rig through a full maintenance cycle to ensure it would be ready to go when they could broadcast on location once again.

However, finding good solutions for Dan’s ongoing trouble with keeping his radio station powered up had proven far more elusive. Engineering had offered her several, but every last one of them had presupposed certain elements of the lunar environment that simply wouldn’t be available on Earth.

And then there was the stuff that was just disturbing enough that she really felt that she ought to get the word out, but without independent confirmation, she was hesitant to even put together a story and run it past the appropriate people. Like the business about the eco-fanatic cult whose lair had been found in smoking ruins, who might or might not have some connection with the diablovirus — except that it had first appeared in poverty-stricken villages of Central Asia, not staid and proper Central Europe. Or the rumor Brenda had heard about a gang leader in the south side of Chicago turning warlord and stealing groceries and other vital goods to be distributed to his people.

Not to mention just what Spruance Del Curtin might be up to right now. On the surface, it seemed like he had suddenly become very good, very conscientious, very helpful. Except it really felt like he was trying to hide something.

No, she’d never imagined that a news director could end up bearing so many burdens, all at once. But these were her people, and she couldn’t help but care about them.

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Days of Future Past

As Steffi Roderick walked back to her office, she thought over her conversation with Lou. He’d been trying hard to sound like the very model of probity, but he wasn’t doing quite as well as he thought he was. If anything, his responses had sounded too casual, too matter-of-fact, as if he were trying to make her think that there was nothing going on, nothing to see.

It didn’t help that his geneset coded for a very open face. Steffi still remembered when she first encountered his ur-brother. She’d been working at JPL at the time, having just come into it from a stint with Mitsubishi’s US division, where they built Blue Gemini spacecraft on contract for NASA in the old McDonnell-Douglass building in St. Louis.

It had been a big deal to have the NASA Administrator himself visit the Lab, especially since he was a famous astronaut rather than a bureaucrat or politician like his predecessors. Everyone knew why President Dole had chosen him in the wake of the Moonbase disaster — she wanted a new broom to sweep clean, and knew she was dealing with a man who’d had his own experience with sloppy work leading to disaster.

Only later, after he’d retired and settled in Silicon Valley, had she gotten the opportunity to make a more personal acquaintance of the man, thanks to her ties with Toni Hargreaves. Although they’d never been close, it was astonishing how much of him she recognized in Lou and the other clone-brothers.

Probably because you did spend a fair amount of time with Toni and Cather, at least until you transferred to Johnson.

Steffi shrugged. At this point, most of that was past history. Still, she did wonder just what Lou didn’t want to talk about. She had a good idea that Spruance Del Curtin was still up to mischief, no matter how hard everybody tried to keep him busy. But now was not the time to confront him.

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Some Questions

It hadn’t been ten minutes after the conversation with Juss Forsythe when the boss showed up at the hardware help desk. Not the tech support supervisor, but the head of IT herself.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Corlin.” Although she was smiling, the formal address suggested trouble was in the offing. “I see you and Mr. Forsythe were having a conversation earlier.”

Although she didn’t specifically accuse him of having been caught visiting while he was supposed to be working, why else would she remark on his conversation with Juss? Which meant he would have to watch what he said, make sure he didn’t sound defensive.

Better to make it sound routine and unremarkable. “We were just discussing some problems both our departments are dealing with.” No, better not elaborate. More information might make it sound interesting enough to pursue further.

Steffi just nodded, a curt up-and-down movement. “Is there anything I need to know about these problems?”

Lou’s heart sped up, and he hoped his face hadn’t betrayed that moment of alarm. “We have things taken care of.”

No, she did not look convinced. “If it has to do with a Shep, please don’t think you can’t talk to me about it, just because I’m married into the Shepard lineage.”

Make that definite she probably suspected they were talking about Sprue. However, she was leaving him a face-saving out, rather than making an Issue about it. Which meant he’d better take that opportunity, thank her, and reassure her that he’d let her know if things reached the point she needed to be involved.

Still, once she was gone and definitely out of earshot, Lou breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.

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Patterns

Network activity logs weren’t usually part of Steffi Roderick’s regular checks, unless there was trouble with the network. However, given the situation right now, she had been doing a little more tracking than usual, trying to see how usage patterns had changed since the beginning of the pandemic.

It was interesting to notice how certain departments, especially in the sciences, tended to have sudden spikes all at once. She could often predict when there would be a major discovery announced, simply because one science department had a whole lot of network activity, like Astronomy was having right now.

But some of the others were more puzzling, popping up and then vanishing. Occasionally one particular device would show up in several locations, which suggested someone was doing a lot of work on something while waiting for various activities to begin.

Obviously the data would need to be anonymized if it were to be given to anyone else to analyze. But right now some of it was interesting in other ways. In particular, certain people doing some unusual searches that seemed to suggest they had some awareness of matters that were currently being kept under embargo, and were trying to find out.

In fact, it made her wonder if it was time to mention Spruance Del Curtin’s activities to certain people in authority over him. On the other hand, without definite evidence that he was actually in breach of any rules, it would be tricky to get the intended corrective effect. Yanking him in for a bawling-out might just as easily breed resentment.

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One Thing Accomplished

Lou Corlin wasn’t sure what he’d find when he got down to IT for his work shift. Given that he was troubleshooting for the hardware help desk, a day could start so quiet you were expected to find work for yourself to do, and then become so busy that you literally couldn’t keep up with the caseload pouring in. In fact, he tended to dread shifts that started too quiet. They’d come to feel too much like a setup for something unpleasant.

However, he hadn’t expected to find Juss Forsythe waiting for him. No, correct that — he hadn’t expected to find Juss just standing there waiting, as opposed to delivering some balky piece of hardware from one or another department.

“Hi, Juss. Don’t you have something to do?”

Juss knew him well enough to recognize it was a joke rather than an implied reprimand. “Thought I’d let you know Sprue seems to be getting the hint.”

“That’s good. Especially right now, poking your nose into matters that don’t concern you are not exactly conducive to good health and safety.”

“You sound like you’re actually worried about him.”

“Hey, he’s a Shep. A pain in the keister most of the time, because he’s got this drive to show everybody he’s the smartest guy in the room, and make sure you can’t miss it. But when things really get hairy, he’ll pitch right in and do his level best, with none of the shenanigans.”

“Yeah, that’s a Shep for you. Like a male version of the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead.”

Lou recognized that nursery rhyme, although he wasn’t sure where he’d heard it. “I just wish he didn’t take a hint of information that’s not for general release as a challenge to his personal skills in social engineering. If he’s not careful, one of these days he’s going to poke his nose into something that’s a whole lot bigger than he realizes, and he’s going to get into more trouble than he can get back out of.”

“You think so?”

“There’s a lot going on right now, and I’m getting the feeling that some of it is being kept under wraps for very good reasons.” Lou shot a quick glance over his shoulder. “Right now we’re in a very precarious position on a number of fronts. I’m hearing rumors of a major breakthrough related to the diablovirus, which suggests there’s just enough uncertainty that official announcements are being delayed until they’re sure they’re not just raising false hopes. And there’s been a huge spike in communications traffic lately, especially from two or three departments up in Sciences. Any of them could be big enough that someone who got caught poking his nose into it would not be trusted to keep quiet without measures being taken.”

That quieted Juss’s usual cheerful expression. “Yeah. Anyway, I’m supposed to be picking up a couple of items, so I shouldn’t stand around visiting.” He retrieved his phone, pulled up a message with the work order numbers.

“Let me go get them. They shouldn’t be too hard to find, if the overnight crew filed them properly.”