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Dec. 13th, 2006 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Cooper is sitting on the edge of the table in the conference room, arms folded loosely. He's giving the chalkboard a hard stare.
There's nothing currently on the chalkboard.
There's nothing currently on the chalkboard.
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:05 am (UTC)Cooper looks up from the folders to Major Briggs, and nods, once.
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:08 am (UTC)He picks up the fourth file; taps it against the desk. "And these were taken this morning." He hands it over. "Notice anything?"
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 08:14 am (UTC)Under the sycamore trees.
"Any idea what to make of this?" Cooper asks, eyes on the contents of the fourth folder.
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 08:21 am (UTC)Then, slowly: "I should have something for you in a few days. Hopefully no longer than a week."
Between the lab, these readouts, and a consultation with a person or two in Milliways --
Cooper's just trying to get proof of what he already knows to be true, intuitively. Proof, and clarity, and an explanation.
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 08:30 am (UTC)People were killed for this land. Wiped out, as if they never existed.
If this is a natural process -- there's not likely to be any stopping it.
Cooper has a feeling he's not going to be sleeping easily tonight.