The Black Hole Page #3

- Easy, Kate.

- I know I shouldn't get my hopes up,

but it's hard not to.

I know.

I don't mind telling you,

I'm a little concerned.

Some of my brother robots

were assigned to Project Black Hole...

programmed to send ESP messages

back from space probes.

Oh, a grand experiment,

the scientists thought.

Also ancient history, Vincent.

Not to me, Mr Booth.

Not this close.

The heat in there

melts types like me rather quickly.

Hello? I'm Kate McCrae.

Is Officer Frank McCrae aboard?

They appear to be

some sort of robot, Dr Kate.

Look over here.

Incredible.

It oughta be.

Sure cost the taxpayers enough.

Kate.

There's someone else with us.

Identify yourself.

What is your type and model?

- A mystery monster.

- Don't move.

Charlie, do you read me?

Charlie Pizer. Come in, Charlie.

This is the story

to end all stories, Harry.

A ship of robots and computers

with this thing in charge?

Not quite, Dr Durant.

Maximilian and my robots only run

this ship the way I wish it run.

How do you know my name?

You were monitored ever since

our sensors first detected you.

Now, now, Maximilian.

Calm down.

Don't pick on small people.

Such a nice little robot.

He's harmless.

Miss McCrae,

you might come closer.

Welcome aboard the Cygnus.

Hans Reinhardt.

It can't be.

You always did have a flair

for theatrical entrances, Doctor.

Dr Reinhardt.

My father, where is he?

My dear child,

I'm sorry to dash your hopes...

but your father's

not with us any more.

He's dead.

A man to be proud of.

A grave personal loss to me.

He was a trusted and loyal friend.

And you are his daughter.

Yes. The same eyes.

The same eyes.

And the rest of the crew?

- They didn't make it back?

- They did not.

Pity, for such a good crew.

What happened when your mission

was recalled, Doctor?

Is this going to be

an interview, Mr Booth?

I haven't had that for a long time,

but if you want to...

I will answer.

Now, don't be frightened.

Nobody's going to harm you.

The Cygnus encountered

a field of meteorites...

and was disabled...

our main and auxiliary

communication systems smashed.

We were adrift.

I told the crew to abandon ship...

to return home as ordered.

Perhaps it was another of what you term

my "theatrical gestures," Mr Booth...

but I chose to remain aboard.

Your dear father

chose to remain with me.

We never knew

what happened to the others.

You've lived out here

for 20 years? Alone?

Twenty years?

Twenty Earth years, but...

I didn't live exactly alone.

I've created companions

of a sort.

They look a bit medieval...

but I'm a romantic.

Ah, Mr Pizer!

Come in. Join us.

Thank you.

Have you met the goon squad?

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