“–don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough,” said Aldiss as he and the others entered the conference room. “They’ve got my laptop, which means they’ve got the models, the virus schematics, the vaccine formula – everything!” “Yes,” said Pace, taking a seat at the conference table, “but they don’t have the resources to do anything with it.” Schaefer took a seat as well. “I agree, Doctor. You’re panicking over nothing.” “Easy for you to say,” the doctor retorted. “It’s not your life’s work being lost!” “Don’t be melodramatic,” Pace countered. “Everything on that machine is backed up at home.” “Except the data from this experiment!” Aldiss cried. “You didn’t get any results that were particularly different than what you got on Earth, so stop whining,” Schaefer said. “But if it’ll make you happy, maybe instead of killing all these brats I’ll use the control module to spare a few for you to take back home as lab rats. Will that satisfy you?”
