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“No, professor! Your work is too important to just destroy like this.”
“But what if it falls in the wrong hands?”
“I will help you get it off this rig. Your granddaughter
knows some people who can make the technology available to the world. It’s a
movement called Climate Peace.”
“I have heard of them. OK, let’s do it young man, let’s see
what these Climate Peace people can do for us!”
The professor’s data is stored in the cloud and too large to
back up onto a single memory stick. It is also encrypted. He loads the
decryption key onto a memory stick.
“Without the decryption key, the data is useless. Take care
of it, it is the only one,” he says and hands it to you. He smashes his
notebook on the floor, stepping on it is few times. “This will make any attempt
to salvage the key impossible,”
“I’ll make sure nothing happens to it,” you say, feeling the
weight of responsibility on your shoulders.
“Apart from the key, I will need to assist Climate Peace in
making sense of the research. Without my help, it could take them months to organise
the information into something usable. You could say I am the second key.”
On the desk there are
some blank memory sticks, identical to the one the professor gave you. You take
a few, thinking that they may come in handy in the future
“Professor, I will
also call for some help, maybe the authorities can get here before the foreign
agents will.”
You run up the stairs to the control room to find the radio.
You switch it on and tune into the general emergency frequency that you use as
a pilot, speaking loudly into the microphone. “Mayday, Mayday, to anyone
listening,” you let go of the mic and listen. Only the hiss of static are
returned. You try a few more times without success. Then you see it. Cut wires
are just visible behind the radio. You throw the receiver down in disgust and
walk back towards Emily.
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