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swept over the face of the Earth in hours, maybe even minutes. It wouldn’t be a bunch of isolated outbreaks. Besides, the village of Klaria isn’t even connected to the net, remember? They’re technophobes, remember? All about tradition and simple lives and such.
    Hanna sat thinking for a moment, refusing to give up her argument. If she were right, she would be breaking the biggest story in history, bigger even than when the first FTL probes had confirmed hospitable, Earth-like worlds in the Tau Ceti system more than four hundred years ago.
    Reply: Besides, Arielle continued, don’t you think someone at World Health has already considered and rejected that idea? If you’d started your pre-interview research more than fifteen minutes before your interview, you probably would have found the same report that I did. They rejected that idea months ago, only a few weeks after Klaria first showed up.
    Hanna squinted. Message: Are you sure?
    Arielle’s expression remained unchanged. She was a master at controlling her composure even while in the midst of a mental messaging debate. It was a skill that Hanna had never mastered. Reply: Yes, I’m sure. I did my research last night, like you should have. Arielle’s eyes peered up from the e-mag she had been perusing during the entire exchange, her eyes locking briefly on Hanna’s, her left eyebrow slightly raised.
    The door from the corridor opened, and Graham Barnett entered the lobby.
    Hanna’s eyes shifted from Arielle toward Graham. Message: Well, I guess that rules out my ‘just woke up’ theory.
    Reply: Be nice.
    Graham was wearing clothing very similar to what he had worn during the interview the day before, and he sported the same disheveled hair style. His vid-kit control panel was hanging on his back from a shoulder strap, and he was dragging the wheeled docking base behind him.
    “Mister Barnett,” Arielle greeted, extending her hand as he approached. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.”
    “Let’s hope you still feel that way after a few assignments,” he replied as he shook her hand. “Miss Bohl,” he said, reaching for her hand as well.
    “Hanna,” she replied.
    “Guess you two should call me Graham then.”
    “I’m Arielle, but people call me Ari.”
    “Great.”
    “Do you need to get set up?”
    “Nope. I’ve got eight orbs prepped and ready. I figure limited space in his office, so two POVs and double-long shot should be enough. If not, it’ll only take me a minute to spin up additional orbs and views.”
    “Whatever you say,” Arielle agreed.
    “Miss Bohl?” the receptionist called. “The doctor will see you now.”
    Hanna, being the face of the team and the one that would be conducting the interview, was always the first to meet the interview subject, and thus, was the first to enter Doctor Benarro’s office.
    The office was larger than expected, with several large padded chairs facing the doctor’s desk, as well as a sofa and two more sitting chairs to one side of the room. Like most offices, there was a large window behind him that looked out over one of the many greenbelts that had been incorporated into the city of Boston, just as they had in most of the major cities of Earth since the big migration that occurred centuries earlier after the core worlds had been opened up for colonization.
    “Doctor Benarro,” Hanna greeted, a smile on her face and her hand extended politely. “It is such a great pleasure to meet you. I am such a fan of your research.”
    “Really?” the elderly man replied, somewhat surprised.
    “I’m Hanna Bohl,” she continued, shaking his hand. She turned to face Arielle. “This is my producer, Arielle Dugah, and our videographer, Graham Barnett.”
    “We’re going to need to do something about that window,” Graham mumbled to Arielle. “Too much backlight.”
    “A pleasure to meet you, Doctor Benarro,” Arielle greeted, also shaking the doctor’s hand.
    “Likewise. I can turn it