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Well, I had Werner Heisenberg stumped on this one.
We left the Gorans' ships on the planet and returned for one last visit with the fleet. The bridge of the first ship we visited was alive with excitement. Apparently they had just noticed that some of their ships had vanished. They were furious, puzzled, and frightened all at same time. They didn't exactly know how to react to such a disaster. And to make matters worse, they were drawing close to attack range. They must have been doubly uncertain and scared, wondering if this was a form of counter attack or a warning.
We went back to Olaf. We found him still with the 'O' people, overseeing the broadcasting of his lecture. He remained there until our own ship would have to be withdrawn to get it out of the way of the attacking fleet of the Gorans. Heisenberg and I traded places with him at this point. By then, his lecture on the Bohr/Miller effect had been translated by the ship's translation facilities and was being continuously repeated over every station on the planet.
Olaf never asked why we hadn't been successful. It seemed immaterial to him. "You wanted a solution that you can take to Earth as an example of how to save humanity," he said to me, and he wasn't smiling when he said it. "All you have to do is keep your eyes open and observe. What you will see will illustrated to you the only option humanity has to free itself from oligarchism that has trapped mankind into the deadliest games ever devised. And let me warn you. Don't be surprised when you find yourself mirrored in all of this." With this said, he left, without waiting for an answer.
Heisenberg's answer was that he would keep me company.
Neither Heisenberg nor I could tell if all the 'O' people got off the planet before the Gorans arrived. The airport certainly seemed totally deserted. The TV studio was totally empty. From the control tower the nearby city looked like a ghost town. Heisenberg and I looked out of the window and watched for the Gorans. The sky was gray, misty and dark. It was early evening. The people that left had turned off most of the lights of the city. From the control tower we had a view across the entire airport where everything that used to move had come to a standstill, except for a few birds. It appeared that the birds welcomed the quiet. A small flock of them came and settled on the grass, for what seemed like a rich meal.
The Gorans arrived as expected. The first of the gun ships emerged out of the mist on the horizon within the hour. It must have seemed weird to the great attacking fleet that no one defended the city. They came in on an attack run, but there was no battle. No one shut at them. They fired at a tanker truck and blew it up, but no one came and put the fire out. Three times the lead ship approached while the rest kept circling. Eventually five other ships joined in attack formation, all guns blazing. They blew up some of the airliners that were parked at the gates and veered off. Seconds later, they came again and repeated the process. They shot at the planes repeatedly, which they had already destroyed. They circled back three times that way. Finally, as they still hadn't drawn fire, one of the 'heroic' attacker ships landed.
The ship came to a halt at the end of the runway. It just stood there. It remained motionless for the longest time. Its engines appeared to be still powered. Finally the engines were powered off. Fifteen more ships joined the lead ship to claim victory.
In time the boarding ramps were lowered. The lead ship was first to lower its ramp. Out marched the Gorans; gun in had, wearing shiny green helmets. Then, when nothing happened to them, more swarmed out of the rest of the ships. They spread out like swarms of little green ants. Within minutes they had spread over the entire airport. I watched a couple of them attempting to get a supply service vehicle moving, with no result. They were arguing with each other, then traded places, and eventually started to fight each other before they gave up and walked off.
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