The Chronicles of Monster Planet - стр. 5
“Fell in love already?” I quipped. “Sorry, babe, I'm straight through and through.”
My joke fell flat, not a muscle flinched on Werner's face. Only Sheila cast a disapproving glance in my direction. I shrugged. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
The corridor in front of us was flooded with light. Its walls and ceiling were covered with decorative panels, most likely made of foam plastic. We proceeded to the left toward glass doors. When Sheila reached the door, she let us go ahead, then entered herself. Werner stayed outside. It was a conference room, somewhat similar to a small lecture hall at a university. Judging by its height, it occupied two floors of the underground facility.
The room housed metal-framed tables arranged in rows.
“Please sit down,” said the man at the lecturer's desk.
There were two people sitting there. The one who spoke and a balding man of about forty-five, who seemed vaguely familiar.
I sat in the second row. Boris took a seat next to me.
“I think terrorists blew up the ship, and we are in prison. They are looking for accomplices among the crew,” he whispered confidentially in my ear.
This was complete nonsense for sure, but I didn't exactly like Werner and his gun. Why was he here? Well, there's no use in guessing, so I just listened.
The first man – in his fifties with gray hair and short gray mustache – got up and began to speak.
“I would like to explain what happened to you, and it will be easier if you refrain from any comments for a while,” the man said, instead of what normally should have been a greeting. “This way I'll be able to tell you everything without getting swamped with premature questions. Okay?”
We all nodded with interest. He isn't going to torture anyone yet, I thought and looked at Boris. Apparently, the peaceful beginning did not convince him at all.
“First of all, let me introduce myself,” the mustachioed man continued. “My name is Edward Trevor, the commandant of this base. This is my deputy, Alex Bush,” he pointed to the man next to him. “You already know Dr. Hill and Dr. Stein. And this is our security chief, Vincent Taney,” he introduced the man just entering the room.
“Sorry for being late, I was busy,” Taney said, taking a seat. “Go on, Ed.”
I didn't like this new person, another camouflaged guy. Slender build. About thirty years old. Dark slicked back hair.
“Now, after all introductions, let's proceed to the matter at hand. I would like to congratulate you on a successful arrival and welcome you to the Terra Nova planet on behalf of all colonists living at this base.”
Saying that my jaw dropped in surprise after his words would fail to describe the true extent of my astonishment. I turned my head and saw that my fellow astronauts felt the same – they looked as if competing for the world's most surprised expression. As befits a commander, Finn was the first to come to his senses.
“It can't be true. Is that some kind of a sick joke? Was the flight canceled?”
We shouted in support of our commander, asking the same questions all at once. Trevor raised his hand for silence.
“Yes, you heard it right. It's hard to believe. But it is true.”
“But how?” Finn asked.
“Your flight was a very long one. Almost two hundred years. A lot of things happened during this time. The most important of them occurred on Earth ten years after you left it. A way to move through the Droescher-Heim space was invented, that is, the ability to puncture conventional space in order to travel faster than light.