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... face of Amanda Sills suddenly filled the screen. An identifying label appeared across the bottom of the image which said, “Mission Report of Commander Amanda Sills, Contact Ship A37.” A second line beneath it said, “Day one, Mission Date 01:01:17 / 1600 hours.” “This is my first entry into the mission log of Contact Ship A37,” Commander Sills began. “Launch was normal and unexceptional. I entered stasis shortly after clearing earth’s gravitational field. This is my first scheduled awake period, so as far I, and my body, am concerned, it is day one. “It is hard to believe that over a year has passed on earth while I, under the influence of faster than light travel and the stasis pod, have aged but a day. It is even harder to imagine that the next time I awake, over ten years will have passed on earth and I will be approaching a possible life-containing planet. “I have checked that all is well with the ship and that the destination coordinates are accurate.” She chuckled slightly before continuing, “Space Corps learned the hard way that coordinates calculated from within our solar system do not always correspond to coordinates as they truly exist in distant space.” She smiled, “But everything was true and accurate and I am on course. My medical readouts show me to be in perfect condition. The mission status is still GO so I will now return to my stasis pod until tomorrow.” *** The screen faded. When it again brightened, the label stated, “Day two, Mission Date 11:09:14 / 0300 ...

... hours.” “Day two,” Amanda began. “There is an anomaly to report. All is fine with the ship and with me, but the electronic signature of the mission planet has disappeared.” She pressed several buttons on a consol not visible in the image, and two graphs appeared on the screen. “As you can see,” she said, pointing to one of the graphs. “The obviously non-natural electronic emissions which brought A37 to our attention stopped abruptly about four earth years ago.” She swept her hand and the second image overlaid the first. “This would correspond approximately to the time that our high-energy communication burst would have been received on the planet.” She swept her hands again and both images disappeared. “I can only conclude that either a great catastrophe has overcome this planet... or they have intentionally shielded their electronic transmissions, in which case, my arrival may be viewed as less than welcome.” Commander Sills looked gravely into the camera and said somewhat flatly. “I have made the final adjustments to the approach and landing programs. I will need to return to the stasis chamber for a short while. Once the ship is in orbit, I will be awakened and oversee the final landing.” *** The screen again faded. This time, when it brightened, the label indicated, “Day three, Mission Date 14:03:21 / 0900 hours.” The screen showed only one of the interior walls of Contact Ship A37. Commander Sills’ voice sounded somewhat distant and very strained. “Ship is not under my ...