The Impostor Files: The Making of 'Impostor' Page #2

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and you are now the proud father

of an 80-ton baby girl.

July 16, 1945- 5:29 a. m.

What?

Oppenheimer tests

the first atomic bomb

in Alamogordo, New Mexico.

Ah.

Three weeks later

the weapon hits ground zero

in Hiroshima, Japan

wiping out 140,000 people.

Oppenheimer sees the madness

and urges the UN to gain control

of thermonuclear development.

Government turns around

and calls him

a Communist sympathizer.

Let the celebration begin.

And when it was all over

Einstein said

"Only two things are infinite:

"the universe

and human stupidity

and I'm not sure

about the universe. "

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I'd say it's ambivalence.

I don't have that luxury, myself

but then again, I see

our people die every day.

Have we met?

This weapon is a godsend.

It will ensure the preservation

of our race

and our faith.

Right.

Do we know each other?

I work for the ESA.

The ESA?

You're here because

of the Chancellor.

I'm Major Hathaway.

Special unit.

Enemy infiltration.

What's this about?

Spence! My God!

What the hell are you doing?

Are you insane?

Do you know who this is?

Get off me!

You're dead!

Take it away.

Are you insane?

Hey, Spence, who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You know who this is?

You know who this is?

Who are you?

Good. You've come around.

I've been waiting on you.

You'll be thankful

for those drugs.

Spencer Olham was a genius.

At 15 he'd mastered differential and integral calculus.

Harvard, M.I.T.

Ph. D. in biochemical

engineering

Cavendish Laboratory,

top subatomic physicist

and all by the age of 23.

Outstanding.

No military record.

Father, John Olham, fighter

pilot, distinguished service.

Ship went down

in historic Z-12 dogfight.

MIA case

until they found his body

at a Centauri P.O.W. camp.

He'd been flayed alive.

Young Spencer was

eight years old.

Spencer Olham was a driven man.

I'm not happy about losing him.

And when I'm not happy,

nobody's happy.

Wha...

Do you like jokes?

I have a joke for you.

Knock, knock.

Why are you doing this?

I'll say it one more time:

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Not Spencer Olham.

What do you want?

Yes?

Come on... ouch!

Come on. Ouch!

Ouch!

Three days ago

our Special Ops team

intercepted a Centauri

Intelligence courier.

This was on its body.

Centauri. Your native tongue.

Sounds like a wild boar

on the make.

Anyway...

we muddled through it

and decoded your plan

to infiltrate our installations

using humanoid robots.

What?! I'm a scientist.

You're a scientist.

You know, you things

are really something.

It's not a mechanical

robot at all...

but a genetic cyborg

evolved from synthetic DNA.

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