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Tolland groaned. Now hes showing off. What corked agent is that we can prove a rock is a meteorite simply by measuring its chemical content.Hey, ocean boy bad chided. Lets leave the acquirement to the scientists, shall we? He immediately turned game to Rachel. In earth rocks, the mineral atomic number 28 occurs in either extremely high percentages or extremely low no social occasion in the middle. In meteorites, though, the nickel content travel within a midrange set of values. Therefore, if we analyze a sample and beget the nickel content reflects a midrange value, we can guarantee beyond the poop of a doubt that the sample is a meteorite.Rachel felt exasperated. Okay, gentlemen, fusion crusts, chondrules, midrange nickel contents, all of which prove its from space. I get the picture. She laid the sample back on corkeds table. But why am I here?corked heaved a portentous sigh. You want to light upon a sample of the meteorite NASA implant in the ice underneath us?Before I conk out here, please.This time corky reached in his breast pocket and produced a small, disk-shaped penning of stone. The slice of rock was shaped like an audio CD, about half(prenominal) an inch thick, and appeared to be similar in composition to the stony meteorite she had unsloped chatn.This is a slice of a core sample that we drilled yesterday. Corky handed the disk to Rachel.The appearance certainly was not earth-shattering. It was an orangish-white, heavy rock. break down of the rim was charred and black, apparently a segment of the meteorites outer skin. I see the fusion crust, she said.Corky nodded. Yeah, this sample was taken from near the outside of the meteorite, so it still has some crust on it.Rachel tilted the disk in the light and spotted the tiny metallic globules. And I see the chondrules.Good, Corky said, his fathom tense with excitement. And I can tell you from having run this thing through a petrographic polarizing microscope that its nickel content is m idrange-nothing like a unremarkable rock. Congratulations, youve now successfully confirmed the rock in your hand came from space.Rachel looked up, confused. Dr. Marlinson, its a meteorite. Its supposed to come from space. Am I missing something here?Corky and Tolland exchanged knowing looks. Tolland put a hand on Rachels bring up and whispered, Flip it over.Rachel turned the disk over so she could see the other(a) side. It took only an instant for her brain to process what she was looking at.Then the verity hit her like a truck.Impossible she gasped, and further as she stared at the rock she realized her definition of impossible had just changed forever. Embedded in the stone was a form that in an earth specimen ability be considered commonplace, and yet in a meteorite was utterly inconceivable.Its Rachel stammered, almost inefficient to speak the word. Its a bug This meteorite contains the fossil of a bug both(prenominal) Tolland and Corky were beaming. Welcome aboard, Cor ky said.The torrent of emotions that gripped Rachel left her momentarily mute, and yet even in her bewilderment, she could distinctly see that this fossil, beyond question, had once been a living biological organism. The petrified impression was about three inches long and looked to be the underside of some kind of huge beetle or creep insect. Seven pairs of hinged legs were clustered beneath a protective outer shell, which seemed to be segmented in plates like that of an armadillo.Rachel felt dizzy. An insect from space Its an isopod, Corky said. Insects dedicate three pairs of legs, not seven.Rachel did not even hear him. Her chieftain was spinning as she studied the fossil before her.You can clearly see, Corky said, that the dorsal shell is segmented in plates like a terrestrial pill bug, and yet the two prominent tail-like appendages differentiate it as something closer to a louse.Rachels mind had already tuned Corky out. The classification of the species was solely irrelev ant. The puzzle pieces now came crashing into place-the chairpersons secrecy, the NASA excitementThere is a fossil in this meteorite Not just a speck of bacteria or microbes, precisely an advanced life-form Proof of life elsewhere in the universe23Ten minutes into the CNN debate, Senator sexton wondered how he could control been worried at all. Marjorie tench was grossly overestimated as an opponent. Despite the senior advisers reputation for pitiless sagacity, she was turning out to be more of a sacrificial birth than a worthy opponent.Granted, early in the conversation tench had grabbed the upper hand by hammering the senators prolife platform as biased against women, but then, just as it seemed tench was tightening her grip, shed do a casual mistake. While questioning how the senator expected to fund educational improvements without raising taxes, tench made a snide allusion to Sextons constant scapegoating of NASA.Although NASA was a topic Sexton definitely intended to address toward the end of the discussion, Marjorie tench had opened the threshold early. IdiotSpeaking of NASA, Sexton segued casually. Can you comment on the rumors I keep hearing that NASA has suffered another recent failure?Marjorie Tench did not flinch. Im afraid I have not heard that rumor. Her cigarette voice was like sandpaper.So, no comment?Im afraid not.Sexton gloated. In the population of media sound bites, no comment translated loosely to guilty as charged.I see, Sexton said. And how about the rumors of a secret, emergency meeting between the prexy and the administrator of NASA?This time Tench looked surprised. Im not sure what meeting youre referring to. The President takes many meetings.Of course, he does. Sexton decided to go straight at her. Ms. Tench, you are a great supporter of the space agency, is that right?Tench sighed, sounding tired of Sextons pet issue. I believe in the enormousness of preserving Americas technological edge-be that military, industry, in telligence, telecommunications. NASA is certainly part of that vision. Yes.In the production booth, Sexton could see Gabrielles eyes telling him to back off, but Sexton could taste blood. Im curious, maam, is it your enamour behind the Presidents continued support of this obviously ailing agency?Tench shook her head. No. The President is also a staunch worshipper in NASA. He makes his own decisions.Sexton could not believe his ears. He had just given Marjorie Tench a chance to partially drop off the President by personally accepting some of the blame for NASA funding. Instead, Tench had thrown it right back at the President. The President makes his own decisions. It seemed Tench was already trying to distance herself from a campaign in trouble. No big surprise. After all, when the dust settled, Marjorie Tench would be looking for a job.Over the next few minutes, Sexton and Tench parried. Tench made some weak attempts to change the subject, while Sexton kept touch her on the NASA budget.Senator, Tench argued, you want to cut NASAs budget, but do you have any idea how many high-tech jobs will be addled?Sexton almost laughed in the womans face. This gal is considered the smartest mind in cap? Tench obviously had something to learn about the demographics of this country. High-tech jobs were inconsequential in comparison to the huge numbers of hardworking blue-collar Americans.Sexton pounced. Were lecture about billions in savings here, Marjorie, and if the result is that a bunch of NASA scientists have to get in their BMWs and take their marketable skills elsewhere, then so be it. Im committed to being tough on spending.