Alien Hunter Page #3

They pulled the funding.

If this is really what it appears to be...

this technology is way beyond

what any of us were working on.

For the sake of argument,

let's say it was placed here...

by something else.

You said it, not me.

Alexie, they need you in the corn lab.

We'll talk later.

What did NASA say when you told them

about this?

- I haven't.

- Why not?

Our work here is in a very sensitive stage...

and we both know

how paranoid NASA can get.

Hello, Julian.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

I feel better now.

Save the endearing charm for Nyla.

- I'm not sure she's my type.

- Too old?

- Maybe a little.

- You don't have a type.

I got lots of types.

What happened to what's-his-name,

speaking of types?

It ended.

Don't screw this up for me, Julian.

What we're doing here is important.

What makes you think

I'm going to screw it up?

Experience.

I'll show you to your room.

It's not The Plaza, but it's the best we have.

All I need is a bed.

Counting Nyla,

there's four women working here.

Try not to set any records.

Hello?

I'm just checking to see

if you want breakfast.

- What time is it?

- A little after 10:00.

Are you going to do some calisthenics?

It just makes it easier...

because of the antibacterial showers

when I'm working in the fields.

When I first came here...

I worked in the seeding labs by myself.

Sometimes the pollens are so thick

they're hard to wash out of your clothes.

- So I worked naked.

- Sounds perfectly logical to me.

- Dr. Brecher made me stop.

- Shame on her.

This is the future.

Genetically engineered,

hydroponically grown food.

- How big is it?

- 3.2 acres.

The wheat lab is slightly larger.

I've got to get to work.

You're finally up and about?

- This is some place.

- Yeah.

Who's your friend?

Dr. Michael Straub.

He's a brilliant geneticist.

I think he's got a sock in his Speedo.

- Very funny.

- I'm not trying to be funny.

I'm just making an observation.

I watched the two of you laughing...

- And happened to notice.

- Actually, we were talking about you.

I'll take that as a compliment.

So, what's up with you

and what's his name? Stubb?

- That guy, Strobe? Strubb?

- Straub.

It's none of your business.

- What are we gonna talk about?

- I don't want to talk about anything.

I want you to do whatever it is you

have to do and get out as soon as you can.

Do you have any idea what we're doing?

You're wearing bathing suits

and growing corn.

Everything's always a joke with you, isn't it?

We've made a breakthrough in genetics

that'll put us in the running for a Nobel.

For the first time in my life

I'm part of something truly significant.

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