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able to produce a range of results.
    He whistled when he saw the range. Earth was in it.
    He brought his email program up and started composing an email to his friend at AAS, the American Astronomical Society. He knew his friend knew someone at NASA, maybe Kepler could image this thing better than he could.
    Right ascension 4 hours, 19 minutes, 54.45 seconds, declination 20 degrees and 44 minutes. Moving east-south-east. Something dark blocking stars in USNOA2.
    Send.
    He went back to scanning. Damn it, if only he could use his telescope tonight he could see where it might have gone next. Instead he did the next best thing and tried to track it back further.
    Two days later Jack Weston died of salmonella poisoning. The email to his friend at AAS was never received, since it had been blocked by his friend’s email’s spam filter.
    ***
    John stewed about it.
    The minor tweaks he had made to the HAARP array were going to destroy it, eventually, perhaps in a matter of weeks. It had been running so long that a few more days wouldn’t have made much difference anyways.
    But it still left the Earth defenseless. In ancient times there had been many more asteroids and comets in the solar system, and many of them had tried to strike the planet. They had been stopped, destroyed, by the Earth’s magnetic field. That massive electric belt literally shocked them to pieces before they could become a threat.
    Every once in a while one large enough would get through, but as time went on they were getting rarer and rarer. Tunguska, in Northern Russia in 1908 was the last really big one, before that it was probably the bolide that caused the Great Chicago Fire in 1871, jokes about Mrs. O’Leary’s cow aside.
    The planet’s ability to repel asteroid and cometary impacts was dwindling now though, not even a third of what it had been forty years before.
    Any minor stone tossed its way was bound to have a far greater impact, and someone had loaded a proverbial shotgun of rocks and shot them towards Earth.
    The problem for John was that he didn’t think the Key had enough power to repel all of them. A few certainly, but after that any available energy coming from the Sun was going to be spent.
    He watched Chuck go about his business, monitoring the array, unaware of the seed of destruction eating away at it’s heart.
    He was coming to understand that the government, or someone, had ulterior motives for this massive complex. It certainly wasn’t about testing defensive systems. They were pumping magnitudes more energy into the upper atmosphere than they had published, and there had to be a reason.

One thing was for sure, though, this Chuck didn’t know anything about it. It was time to dig deeper, because even if they could find a way to redirect all those meteors, they had to find a way to stop whoever was responsible for weakening the Earth’s field to start with.

The Final Frontier
    Jessica could not have imagined how the Key of Location, or An-Cul as it had been named at the time of it’s creation, would have made travel so much easier.
    She was getting used to the little tricks John had shown her, but the Key of Location made those tricks look, well, like the simple tricks they were. She could now envision any number of locations at once, and choose to be in just one, or overlap them and “listen” to them all at once. She found “listening” to more than two at a time troublesome, but it was something the Key was helping her with. The more she did it, the better able she was to absorb more information.
    And with this Key, there appeared to be few limits on the kind of travel she could achieve. She sensed that teleporting anywhere within the solar system would be trivial, but she wasn’t about to test that, not without borrowing a pressure suit first.
    So she did.
    She was sure NASA would miss suit serial number 1024, especially since they tended to cost upwards of ten million dollars. But that wasn’t the worst part. She