by C.E. Gee
Most roads radiating out from the city of Bradbury were rough. The
road to Camp Five was an exception; years of traffic had smoothed and
packed the Martian soil.
Camp Five had been established by an early expedition to Mars. That
expedition had once used lava tubes within a nearby extinct volcano as
shielding from a massive and unpredicted solar flare.
14 meters long, five meters wide, the lounge car was fully
pressurized. Six large carbon-mesh wheels gave the car stability and
speed. The lounge car was purpose built for tourists wealthy enough to
afford a trip to Mars. Historic Camp Five and the volcano's lava tubes
were a prime tourist attraction.
A screened off and cramped seating area in the back of the lounge
car held another class of passenger. The half-dozen seats were reserved
for workers and contractors, the Solarian Guard, minor functionaries
and the like. On this particular trip, the rear seating area held only
Neil stared intently at the overhead-viewing array. Safety concerns
and economy of construction meant the lounge car had no windows--in any
case, 3D viewing arrays were far superior. Their light amplification
and telescopic features made for excellent viewing. Pre-programmed
camera directionalizing, accompanied by recorded narration, focused on
notable geologic features observed on the trip to Camp Five
Occasionally the driver or tour guide would make clever or humorous comments over canned narration.
Neil, a geologist, was mesmerized by what he saw. He could not help
but smile to himself. He was insightful enough to realize this trip to
Mars might prove to be the capstone of his career.
As Neil viewed the passing vistas, he speculated as to the reason for his journey--a reason that to him--remained a mystery.
Camp Five residents were almost all active duty members of the
Solarian Guard or their immediate families. Armed infantry patrolled
the area around Camp Five. The only outsiders allowed in were
registered tourists who were under constant escort as they toured lava
tubes in the volcano.
Neil had perceived the wording of the Solarian Guard's Request for
Proposal and the subsequent Contract as unusual. Routine contract
procedures had been made extraordinary by interviews conducted by
Solarian Bureau of Intelligence agents. Also, the wording of the
Contract was obviously intentionally vague.
Neil's musings were interrupted by the lounge car's arrival at Camp Five's main gate.
Neil stood, slid open the fabric screen isolating him from the rest of the passenger compartment.
At the nose of the lounge car, indicators mounted on the airlock
flashed. The inner hatch opened. Two pressure suit clad soldiers
That they were soldiers was obvious. Their pressure suits were
camouflaged in the pale-reddish hue of Martian soil. Both soldiers were
armed, one with a holstered side arm, the other with a long and bulky,
The trooper with the blaster stayed at the front of the lounge car,
his weapon held at the ready. His companion, probably an officer, or
perhaps a sergeant, though he wore no badges or patches indicating such
rank, strode purposely toward the rear of the car.
Neil had two friends who had fulfilled their mandatory public
service obligation to the masses by tours of duty in the Solarian
Guard. One of the friends had been in the light infantry, and though it
was more than a century after the Tribulation, Neil's friend had
recently fought in Idaho against a holdover, fanatical band of
followers of the Antichrist. Neil's friend had once explained that in a
combat zone, higher-ranked soldiers dare not display their rank, less
they become choice targets.
Seemingly cowed, the tourists in the car sat quietly in their seats,
though most turned their heads to watch as the soldier approached Neil.
The soldier snapped to attention, flipped open his visor, then unclipped a scanner from his webbing, and scanned Neil's face.
After reading information on the scanner's screen, in a clipped
voice, the soldier said, "You are to follow me to General Brown's
All passengers aboard surface transportation on Mars were required
to wear pressure suits, though within pressurized vehicles they were
allowed to open their visors.
Both Neil and the soldier closed their visors. Neil felt his suit inflate as he walked to the front of the lounge car.
Neil, in company with the soldier who had used the scanner, cycled
through the airlock. The soldier with the blaster stayed aboard the
The instant Neil and the soldier exited the airlock, the soldier
strode off toward the center of the camp. Neil rushed to join him. Two
other soldiers, both wielding blasters, fell in behind.
Neil had been on Mars just a couple of days, very much enjoyed the novelty of walking in weak gravity.
Camp Five was small; it took only a few minutes to reach its center,
which was dominated by a squat blockhouse, its main airlock guarded by
Neil and his escort cycled through the airlock.
Inside the blockhouse, Neil and his escort opened their visors.
Without explanation, Neil was shown to a hatch, one of several. Neil
opened the hatch, then passed through into an office.
A young soldier rose from his desk, approached Neil, then closed the hatch.
"This way, Sir," said the soldier as he led Neil to another hatch. There were no controls at that hatch.
The soldier left Neil at the hatch, went back to his desk, sat. To
his desk array, the soldier announced, "General, the geologist is here."
There came from the hatch a loud buzz then a snapping sound. The
hatch swung open. Neil stepped through the hatchway, pulled shut the
The office, larger than Neil expected, held only one person. General
Brown was at her desk. She motioned for Neal to sit at one of several
chairs near to and facing the front of the desk. Neil sat.
In a surprisingly soft and melodious voice, the General said, "Well
Neil, I've been anticipating you. I went through a lot of trouble to
get someone like you here."
Neil didn't know what to say. He shrugged.
The General continued, "My request for a qualified geologist was
nixed by my immediate superiors for reasons of security. I took quite a
risk, going over their heads, but it worked, and here you are."
Again the shrug.
Neil appraised the Brigadier General, trying to get a feel on how he
should interact with someone of such lofty rank. Her auburn hair was
cropped short. Her grey-green eyes were mesmerizing. Despite her high
rank, and the politics that always accompanies such, the General was
obviously not a firm believer in gender neutrality. There were numerous
diamond studs in both ears, multiple rings adorned her fingers. From
what Neil could see over the top of the desk, the General was full
figured, which was outrageously unfashionable. Most shocking of all,
she wore makeup.
Neil suspected the General was blatantly flaunting herself.
Thanks to his two friends who were ex-Solarian Guard, Neil had been
told enough of military history to appreciate the General's
affectations. Notable and effective generals throughout history often
assumed affectations. Riding crops, jodhpurs, unusual headgear,
non-standard sidearms, custom-designed jackets and more were used by
such generals to focus attention to themselves and help win the loyalty
of their troops. Neil suspected General Brown's troops were completely
devoted to her. As Neil drew in the scent of the General's perfume, he
Neil spoke. "Well General, I'm glad to be here. It's a privilege to serve the Solarian cause."
"Can it," sharply replied General Brown. "You got a fat government
contract and a free trip to Mars. You and I both know that's why you're
Again the shrug. "You didn't know of my insatiable curiosity," replied Neil.
General Brown smirked. "Yes. I was completely unaware it was a factor."
There came a brief and slightly awkward moment of silence.
When the General broke the silence, she spoke around a shy little
smile. "Listen Neil--you're a civilian. When we're alone together--you
know, when no one else is within earshot-–you may address me as
Neil nodded, took in a deep breath. He knew enough about women to
realize he needed to be careful with this one. Neil's heart had been
broken more than once.
"Well," said the General, "no reason to pussyfoot around the subject. Let's get to the reason why you're here.
"I assume you can guess what will happen to you if you disclose any of what I'm about to tell or show you."
Neil nodded his affirmation.
"If you're lucky, the least that'll happen if you do disclose
anything is that you'll be drafted into the Guard, be sent out to do
research in the Oort cloud."
"That's if you're lucky. You do understand that there are some
Solarians who are so moved by the spirit, they sometimes take matters
into their own hands, act under their own authority? There's little I
or any official can do to stop them.
"Besides, if we figure this thing out, I suspect the Joint Chiefs
will release to the masses much, if not all of what we discover."
To her array, the General said, "Specialist, come in here and
install an encryption module to the geologist's transceiver. Install a
Still staring at her array, the General lifted her left hand,
wiggled her fingers. From behind him, Neil again heard the loud snap.
Neil turned sideways in his chair.
The young soldier Neil had met in the outer office stepped through
the hatchway, closed the hatch. In hand, the soldier held a small,
square, Martian-camouflaged module.
The soldier walked over to Neil. The General looked on as the soldier said, "Excuse me Sir. Would you please turn to the front?"
Neil did as asked. The soldier removed a dust cover from the back of
Neil's pressure suit hood, and then plugged in the module. The soldier
stepped off to the side, stood at attention.
The General said, "That'll be all, Specialist."
"Yes, Sir!" the Specialist exclaimed as he rendered a salute. The
gender neutrality act had made the term ma'am near obsolete, especially
in the military.
The General casually returned the salute
Again, General Brown looked to her array, wiggled her fingers. The hatch opened. The Specialist exited.
"Okay, Neil, here's the deal," said the General. "You and I are
going into one of the volcano's lava tubes. Then your fun will begin."
The General said, "I assume you've figured I'm old-school. You'll need to leave while I change into my pressure suit."
The Specialist had left the hatch open, perhaps anticipating the General.
Neil went to the outer office, closed the hatch, and chatted with the Specialist until the General arrived.
"Close your visor," ordered the General.
Neil did as ordered.
Over the open channel the General said, "Look at your display. You'll see another channel available. Key it."
Neil did as ordered. Over the new channel, the General continued, "Okay, this channel's scrambled. Lets go."
Neil followed the General outside, where they picked up an escort--four heavily armed troopers.
All hopped aboard a nearby robotic, flatbed cargo cart, which then began the trip to the nearby volcano
* * *
The cart arrived at the base of the volcano. The tourist's lounge
car was in the parking lot. Tourists, moving clumsily in their pressure
suits, were wandering around. Armed troopers watched the perimeter,
carefully watched the tourists.
"There's a latrine in the snack bar," announced the General,
pointing to a nearby building. "Better use it now. There's no latrine
at the site."
"I'm okay," said Neil.
He continued, "Forgive my curiosity. Why all the intense security?"
Answered General Brown, "Even after all this time, the Antichrist still has followers."
She elaborated. "Though it's suspected those religious fanatics
don't know exactly what we have here, it's obvious to anyone we're
guarding something. There have been some attempts to infiltrate the
area. Out in the open here, I can't say much more than that.
"But it is permissible to now inform you that the expedition that
founded Camp Five discovered something interesting within one of this
volcano's lava tubes."
Neil looked upward, up the slope of the volcano.
"Impressive," he remarked. "The slope's much steeper than volcanoes I've seen back home."
The General laughed, said, "Wait 'til you see what's inside."
The detail marched up a well-worn path, the escorting troopers on constant alert.
Within a few minutes, they reached the entrance to one of the lava tubes. Two heavily armored guard shacks flanked the entrance.
The guard shacks had no windows; cameras mounted on the shacks
constantly swiveled. Numerous track-equipped cambots and battlebots
prowled the area.
The airlock hatch of one shack opened. A trooper emerged.
General Brown motioned for Neil to follow as she entered the airlock.
As soon as the pair cycled through the airlock, General Brown opened her visor; Neil did the same.
Two walls of the shack were completely covered with video screens.
Most were fed by cambots, battlebots, or fixed cameras; a few displayed
telemetry. A 3D viewing array dominated one end of the hut. A
ceiling-mounted transducer delivered a constant stream of audio from
Camp Five's security details.
"Listen up," ordered the General. "We're going to enter a lava tube,
just you and I. Not far in, we'll encounter two Solarian Security
Agency operatives. Those operatives are at the entrance to a small
"The operatives are equipped with night-vision gear. Normally, the
only light in the cavern is a photon emitter that produces just five
milliwatts. We don't want any degradation of the evidence--degradation
caused by prolonged exposure to more powerful lighting.
"However, for your benefit, I'm going to briefly enable some
lighting. I will then clue you in as to the goal of your mission. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," replied Neil, sardonically smiling.
The General returned the smile with a smirk. She patted Neil on the side of his arm at the shoulder, closed her visor.
Neil closed his own visor, followed the General back through the airlock.
As the pair entered the lava tube, the accompanying escort split
into two fire teams, leapt into dug-in positions to either side of the
After the General and Neil entered the lava tube, Neil's pressure suit's night vision gear automatically switched on.
After a couple of minutes, the pair walked up to two SSA operatives,
one facing toward them, the other, slightly further in, was facing the
other way, into a cavern.
The operative's pressure suits were not camouflaged. The suit of the
operative facing outward very much resembled Neil's save for an image
of the rising sun on its chest.
General Brown raised her right hand, palm out, in the traditional American Indian manner of showing no weapon was held.
"Peace," said the General over the secure channel.
"Who goes there?" challenged the SSA operative facing them.
Neil heard no reply.
"Pass," said the operative.
Neil followed the General into the cavern, assuming the operative
had recognized General Brown. Neil had been standing behind the
General, had watched the operative stare intently at the General's
The General switched on the cavern's lighting.
The cavern had an unusually low and smooth ceiling in relation to
comparable caverns on Earth. Neil quickly noted there were no
stalactites or stalagmites; not a surprise to him given the lack of
liquid water on Mars.
To Neil's left was a massive rock-fall, dominating that entire side of the cavern.
But his observations, natural enough for a geologist, were quickly brought up short by what he next perceived.
Directly across from him, about 15 meters distant, sat a body, on the floor of the cavern, its back against the wall.
The corpse, clad in crude, apparently homespun clothing, was desiccated to the point of being mummified.
A sword was on the floor, its hilt near the corpse's right hand.
Neil had barely absorbed what he was seeing when General Brown sidled closer to Neil, turned toward him.
The General's clear visor darkened slightly. In bright orange
letters, a message scrolled across her visor. All in capital letters,
the message read as SWITCH TO THE OPEN CHANNEL.
Neil did as ordered.
The General said, "The module the Specialist installed has a much
longer range than the open channel. Since the open channel is line of
sight only, is of extremely high frequency, the surrounding rocks and
dirt in this mountain blocks our RF emissions."
The General turned toward the body. "DNA analysis indicates the
corpse is of Scandinavian heritage. Despite all the advances made in
DNA analysis over the last couple of centuries, the biology wonks
haven't been able to pin down the exact locale within Scandinavia that
was the homeland of our friend there.
"However, the sword is typical of Viking swords of the 1200s and
1300s. Analysis of its metal and design indicates it was probably
forged in Norway."
In a long, drawn-out utterance, Neil said, "O-o-o-o-kay."
General Brown then said, "We've not physically disturbed the body
much, except to get a DNA sample. We want to preserve its original
state as much as possible for future researchers. However, medical
scanning has indicated the suspected cause of death was simply old age."
The General continued, "What I'm now going to tell you, you yourself
will not repeat! At least, not until what I tell you is released by the
Join Chiefs. Got it?"
Neil replied, "Got it."
There came a brief pause. General Brown audibly exhaled, then said,
"There's a branch of Oregon State University in Bradbury. Like most
universities on Earth, the Martian branch of this university delivers
most of its courses online.
"However, because the University specializes in Nuclear Engineering,
Electrical and Photonic Engineering, Computer Science, Robotics, they
maintain some well-equipped labs at their local campus in Bradbury.
"One of their labs has a fairly modern, portable gauge boson
detector with built-in image resolution, and the lab instructor had
performed her service to the masses by serving in the Solarian Guard,
so she has a relatively high security clearance.
"The commander here at the time had the instructor use the university's gear to take a look at what was behind that rock fall."
"Sweet," commented Neil. "I guess you found something?"
"Anyway, it took some days to build up an adequate image. "The image was only two-dimensional, blurred, monochrome.
"Beyond the rock fall is the rest of the cavern, and beyond that,
the further extension of this lava tube-–pretty much what one would
"There was, however, something detected that spurred a great deal of interest.
"Metallic, near squarish, propped up against the far wall, it's obviously not natural."
"Let me guess," interjected Neil. "That's why I'm here. You want to
remove the rock fall, and you need a geologist to analyze the situation
so that you can safely remove the rocks and boulders, get to the item."
"Yes," replied General Brown. "But you need to know the history
here. The initial rock fall was less extensive than what we now see.
"The previous commander of Camp Five, without adequate intel or
preparation, had troopers attempt to remove the rock fall. That action
caused another rock fall. Two troops were killed, and the previous
commander was subsequently relieved of command. I was brought in to
complete the mission of identifying the detected item."
Neil quickly realized a solution to the problem, but said nothing until the General finished her train of thought.
"Remember your history lessons back when you were a level seven and eight student?" asked the General.
"Do you recall from your lessons that an expedition of Knights
Templar came to the North American continent in 1362? And that those
Knights Templar allegedly buried some treasure?"
"Good," replied General Brown. "And do you remember learning of the link between the Knights Templar and the Masonic Lodge?"
The General said, "Then I guess you are well aware that many of the
Founding Fathers, signers of the Constitution of the United States of
America, were Masons."
"Good," said the General. "Now I'm going to tell you something you probably don't know.
"In 1823, in upstate New York, close to the city of Manchester, at a
place named Palmyra, some buried metallic plates were found. The guy
who found the plates was a mason."
Neil snorted, then said, "Aahh. I think I see where this is going.
You think there's a connection to the metal plate on the other side of
the rock fall."
"It's not just me," replied the General. "It's the Joint Chiefs. That's why I'm here.
"If we can establish a connection between this finding and the Knights Templar..."
Neil wagged his head slightly, smirking to himself as he pondered General Brown's implication.
"This is getting pretty deep," Neil commented.
"One more thing," declared General Brown. "Our mission is to find
out what if anything is written on that metallic plate. That's why
"Okay," Neil replied, "You just told me some things I didn't know.
Now it's my turn to tell you something you obviously don't know.
"There's no geologist needed here; you need a civil engineer, or if
not a civil engineer, at least someone who's into water and sewer line
"Look," said Neil, "my contract is guaranteed. I get paid in full
for providing--and I'll quote what I remember of some of the contract's
wording--a comprehensive analysis of a specific geologic feature, which
will be disclosed. The aforementioned analysis will assist local
personnel in further exploration of the aforementioned geological
The bright lights in the cavern enabled General Brown to see Neil's face through his visor as he a smiled a broad smile.
Neil continued, "Here's what you need to do. Look carefully at the
rock fall. See all the gaps between the large boulders? Martian gravity
is low enough that you don't get the settling you would on Earth.
"I suspect Bradbury is large enough, there should be a public works entity with water and sewer departments."
"There's no water department," interjected General Brown. "Water's
so scarce in this region of Mars that water is distributed in
"What about sewage?"
"The sewer infrastructure is extensive, uses the same sort of vacuum
system found on interplanetary cruise ships, troop transports, and the
"The hothouses in Bradbury are huge. In addition to the local demand
for food, Mars exports food, beer, concentrated fruit, and vegetable
juices to settlements and research stations on and about the outer
planets. So Bradbury sewage is piped to a central treatment plant for
conversion to fertilizer."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Neil. "Now listen carefully to what I say.
There's a device commonly used by public works departments. It's a
small, remotely controlled contraption with cameras. The device is
called an inspection or sewer crawler and pulls a fiber optic cable
behind it to deliver images and telemetry to its operator and so the
device can receive instructions.
"In the late 20th Century, well into the first half of the 21st
Century the crawlers used tracks or wheels, and the fiber optic cables
were as thick as your little finger. The crawlers almost always had
only one camera, which was fixed, pointed straight ahead.
"However, there have been notable improvements over the last century
or so. Currently, the fiber optic cables are about the diameter of
string or twine with small, inset amplifiers. The crawlers pulling the
cables have multiple cameras, small, retractable, some that swivel.
"But the most important feature of modern crawlers, at least in our
case, is the locomotion system. Instead of wheels or tracks, they use
rectilinear locomotion, similar to that of snakes. This radically
lowers the crawler's height, which enables passage through much smaller
"I assume you have the authority to get Bradbury's crawler?"
"Better than that," replied General Brown.
"We've had the crawler and its operator out here multiple times in
the past to inspect our own sewer system. The operator passed a
rigorous security check, has been given a fairly high security
"Excellent," said Neil. "So now, the next move's up to you."
The General said, "I'll have my clerk put you up in the quarters we have for bachelor officers.
"It shouldn't take long for me to take care of the situation here. I'll be in contact."
* * *
Neil's room, though Spartan, was comfortable enough. The
entertainment and communications array was shockingly small, but Neil
didn't use it--spent most of his time in quiet contemplation.
Neil's evening meal and the next day's breakfast were taken in the nearby mess hall.
It wasn't until well after breakfast that the array in Neil's room
came to life, displayed the young soldier Neil had met in General
Neil told the array to activate its cameras and transmitter, but
before Neil could speak a greeting, the Specialist said, "The General
requires your presence."
"Be right there," replied Neil
* * *
In General Brown's office, Neil sat in the same chair he'd occupied during his initial visit.
The General and Neil briefly made polite conversation, mostly regarding Neil's comfort during his overnight stay.
There came a moment of silence, not awkward this time.
The General's eyes flicked toward her array, then to Neil, then
downward, looking at the glowing screen of a notepad on her desk.
When she looked up toward Neil, General Brown's eyes were bright,
but then became soft. She blinked twice, sat back in her chair.
The General then smiled that crooked, instinctively flirtatious
little smile women sometimes get when they don't want a man to see them
smile but can't help but smile anyway.
"So Neil," said the General, "your friend who was in the light
weapons infantry, I'll bet your friend has a good sense of humor."
General Brown took in a deep breath and said, "People who have
served in the Guard, especially those who have been in a war zone, they
use humor as a sort of shield, keeps 'em sane or something. Know what
General Brown's smile widened. "So now I'm going to clue you in on what we found.
"The crawler made its way through the cracks with no problem, just
as you said it would. It went to the metallic plate, lit it up, and
sent back excellent images. The plate had writing engraved on it."
"Abruptly, Neil sat forward in the chair, excitedly exclaimed, "What'd it say!?"
"Calm down," said General Brown. "This requires some explanation.
"I assume you're aware from your history lessons as a kid that the
Knights Templars who came to America in 1362 had guides who were
Vikings--Vikings having discovered the North American continent long
"Of course," replied Neil. From her expression, Neil could tell the
General was highly amused as she went on with her explanation.
"Well, it turns out, the writing on the plate was in Viking runes.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Neil, sitting back in his chair.
As if in response to Neil sitting back, the General leaned forward
in her own chair. "Anyway, the Solarian Guard has a secure search
engine here on Mars. It pretty much mirrors all the other search
engines in the Solar System.
"We input the Viking runes and got a translation.
"Anyone knowledgeable of World War II history will immediately recognize what was written on the plate.
"I and my staff are not all that knowledgeable about that particular
war; it's sorta like ancient history. So we input the runes to our
search engine. It came up thousands of references to the writing."
The General paused a moment.
"Now Neil," ordered the General. Commit what I say to memory. Don't
record or transmit the tell anyone what the engraving states until
after the Joint Chiefs disclose it."
General Brown then said, "You do know, Vikings were the dominant warriors of their era in history?"
Neil nodded again.
The General continued with, "Should I assume you're aware of the
latest theories about time travel? You know, all that gobbledygook
that's being bandied about concerning neutrons, their role in the
passing of time and whatever?"
Once again the nod.
The General's smile shrunk to a knowing smirk and her eyes were
blazing as she said, "The phrase translates to English as," the General
paused a second, then continued. "Kilroy was here."
As Neil sat quietly, his facial expression signaled his complete bafflement. General Brown laughed.
General Brown said, "In World War II, American troops left the
phrase 'Kilroy was here' all over the world as a form of graffiti.
"You must be aware of the popular theory that the Knights Templar of
the future have time travel, have controlled the destiny of first the
United States, then the rest of humanity. Indeed, there's speculation
that from the future, those warrior-monks may have directed the
development of all life on Earth.
"And you, of course, are familiar with the phrase, 'New World Order'?
"What the masses don't know is that the phrase is poorly worded, perhaps coined by someone not notably articulate.
"In olden times, America was known as the New World.
"Anyway, the phrase should be 'The order of the New World'; order
being defined in this case as direction, instruction, or system
"And we all know the Solarian government, after the Tribulation, was
spawned in America, the New World of old, and now the core of the New
World of the present."
From a desk drawer the General pulled a two-liter vacuum flask and a couple of glasses.
General Brown wiggled her fingers at her desk array. The wiggling
had a different sequence than before. There came another snap from the
hatch. The deadbolt was set.
General Brown, from the flask, filled the glasses with an amber
liquid, pushed one glass to the front of her desk, lifted the other to
her lips. Neil leaned forward, took the proffered glass.
"Martian beer," General Brown said after her first sip. "The yeast
discovered living on Mars has a much higher tolerance for alcohol than
the yeast on Earth. So the beer here runs about 23 percent alcohol."
For the rest of his very long life, Neil remembered with much
fondness his private little party with the General. It was the best he
© 2015 C.E. Gee
Bio: C.E. Gee (aka Chuck) misspent his youth at backwater locales
within Oregon and Alaska. Chuck later answered many callings: logger
(choker setter) meat packer (Norbest Turkeys), Vietnam war draftee
infantryman, telecom technician, volunteer fireman/EMT, light show
roady, farmer, and businessperson. Chuck now writes SF stories and
maintains a blog at http://www.kinzuakid.blogspot.com
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