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“What do you mean by something?” Roy asks.

“Frequencies,” Naomi says. “Sounds.”

“I really wish you’d just quit it,” Roy groans.

“Elaborate,” Hugh says.

“Turin told me that an alarm went off once here. The frequencies seemed to hurt Zakar, but it didn’t damage him enough” she says.

Hugh nods and bites his bottom lip. “I don’t know. We can’t rely on noises to hurt the bastard. We need some real firepower.”

“I’m serious,” Naomi states, confidently.

Roy meanders toward her. “Well, then, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell us where we can find these magical frequencies?”

She stands tall. “The relay network,” she says.

“The what?” Hugh asks.

Even I’m scratching my head.

Naomi makes her case. “The servers tied to the network. Zakar destroyed them for a reason. At first, I thought it might be because contact was a threat. But then I realized how little that made sense. If Zakar thrives on killing, he would want more humans to arrive. The more that show up, the more they could breed and populate Avalon as a planet of war. But instead, he cut up the lines. Why would he do that?”

“You’re asking me?” Hugh asks.

Roy chuckles. “Because he’s a senseless, insane brute,” he says. “Look, there’s not much point to analyzing these things. The alien went crazy. That’s all.”

“Maybe,” Naomi says. “But then I remembered our network server room, downstairs in the starship. They needed a lot of power to be able to contact Earth. Do you remember how loud it was down there?”

Hugh laughs. “That’s right. They made you wear that whacky ear protection because it busted up some workers’ eardrums.”

“The power of the network creates a hum, a frequency that hurts the alien,” she says.

“Yeah, but will it kill it?” Roy asks.

“We have to try,” she states.

Of course. The doctor’s words make sense now. He was telling me to fix the cables and reconnect the servers.

People live double lives. They act and privately reflect on decisions made. Maybe that doctor had a conscience. Maybe he was trying to clue me in on Zakar’s weakness.

“The servers,” Fassbender whispers near my ear. “That’s the weakness.”

I grimace. “Great. You got what you wanted. Now can you let me go?”

“Are you kidding me? We’re getting closer to what we need,” he says.

“Quit saying we,” I say.

When he gets what he wants, he’ll kill his crew. He’ll take Naomi away from me for good. There’s no formula to make a woman like her. She’ll just be… gone.

He probes my back with the gun again. “When they enter that facility, we’ll move with caution. If you even try to fuck this up, I’ll...”

But his voice fades. At first, I’m confused, but as soon as I look down at palms, I notice that I’m glowing.

My vision shakes. I feel a power growing inside of me.

Fassbender’s tone changes. He jams the gun into my back, demanding answers. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”


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