—Alexander Pope, “The Temple of Fame,” 1714 BRAD’S MOMENT WITH the transporter had finally arrived. The evening before the Eden mission was to go out, he was at home with Donna trying to watch Rio Bravo but utterly unable to concentrate on the movie. When the phone rang, Donna picked it up, listened, and handed it to him. “It’s Matt.” He sounded excited. “You see the news tonight, Brad?” “No. What’s going on?” “Somebody tried to blow up the Roundhouse.” “They didn’t succeed, did they?” “No. He barely got onto the parking lot.” Brad had, for just a moment, nursed a wish that the transporter had been wrecked. “That’s good,” he said. “Anybody get hurt?” “The bomber got killed. He was a high-school kid. Also one of the Sioux, who used a van to block him. And a police officer.”
