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thrilled. Spiritually, I am in awe. Politically, I am deeply disturbed. The timing could not be worse."
Sexton wondered why the man had come. It sure as hell wasn't to cheer him up.
"As you know," the man said, "SFF member companies have spent millions trying to open the frontier of space to private citizens. Recently, much of that money has gone to your campaign."
Sexton felt suddenly defensive. "I had no control over tonight's fiasco. The White House baited me to attack NASA!"
"Yes. The President played the game well. And yet, all may not be lost." There was an odd glint of hope in the old man's eyes.
He's senile, Sexton decided. All was definitely lost. Every station on television right now was talking about the destruction of the Sexton campaign.
The old man showed himself into the den, sat on the couch, and fixed his tired eyes on the senator. "Do you recall," the man said, "the problems NASA initially had with the anomaly software onboard the PODS satellite?"
Sexton could not imagine where this was headed. What the hell difference does that make now? PODS found a goddamned meteorite with fossils!
"If you remember," the man said. "The onboard software did not function properly at first. You made a big deal of it in the press."
"As I should have!" Sexton said, sitting down opposite the man. "It was another NASA failure!"
The man nodded. "I agree. But shortly after that, NASA held a press conference announcing they had come up with a work-around-some sort of patch for the software."
Sexton hadn't actually seen the press conference, but he'd heard it was short, flat, and hardly newsworthy-the PODS project leader giving a dull technical description of how NASA had overcome a minor glitch in PODS's anomaly-detection software and gotten everything up and running.
"I have been watching PODS with interest ever since it failed," the man said. He produced a videocassette and walked to Sexton's television, putting the video in the VCR. "This should interest you."
The video began to play. It showed the NASA press room at headquarters in Washington. A well-dressed man was taking the podium and greeting the audience. The subtitle beneath the podium read:
CHRIS HARPER, Section Manager
Polar Orbiting Density Scanner Satellite (PODS)
Chris Harper was tall, refined, and spoke with the quiet dignity of a European American who still clung proudly to his roots. His accent was erudite and polished. He was addressing the press with confidence, giving them some bad news about PODS.
"Although the PODS satellite is in orbit and functioning well, we have a minor setback with the onboard computers. A minor programming error for which I take full responsibility. Specifically, the FIR filter has a faulty voxel index, which means the PODS's anomaly-detection software is not functioning properly. We're working on a fix."
The crowd sighed, apparently accustomed to NASA letdowns. "What does that mean for the current effectiveness of the satellite?" someone asked.
Harper took it like a pro. Confident and matter-of-fact. "Imagine a perfect set of eyes without a functioning brain. Essentially the PODS satellite is seeing twenty-twenty, but it has no idea what it's looking at. The purpose of the PODS mission is to look for melt pockets in the polar ice cap, but without the computer to analyze the density data PODS receives from its scanners, PODS cannot discern where the points of interest are. We should have the situation remedied after the next shuttle mission can make an adjustment to the onboard computer."
A groan of disappointment rose in the room.
The old man glanced over at Sexton. "He presents bad news pretty well, doesn't he?"
"He's from NASA," Sexton grumbled. "That's what they do."
The VCR tape went blank for an instant and then switched to another NASA press conference.
"This second press conference," the old man said to Sexton, "was given only a few weeks ago. Quite late at night. Few people saw it. This time Dr. Harper is announcing good news."
The footage launched. This time Chris Harper looked disheveled and uneasy. "I am pleased to announce," Harper said, sounding anything but pleased, "that NASA has found a work-around for the PODS satellite's software problem." He fumbled through an explanation of the work-around-something about redirecting the raw data from PODS and sending it through computers here on earth rather than relying on the onboard PODS computer. Everyone seemed impressed. It all sounded quite feasible and exciting. When Harper was done, the room gave him an enthusiastic round of applause.
"So we can expect data soon?" someone in the audience asked.
Harper nodded, sweating. "A couple