Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Six

We finally decided to try and get into Russia instead of the red zone.The opinion of the assessment mission is: there is no opportunity to pose as a traitor.Their advice could not have swayed the old man, but he and I shared it.The crux of the matter is, "How can a man become a traitor? Why would a Titan believe him?" The answer is self-evident, the slug knows the psychological activities of the host.Linguistic guarantees are meaningless to the Titans. Only when the Titans know that the person is an unadulterated traitor through the interpretation of the human mind, then it is possible to satisfy his wish and make him a traitor instead of a host.But the Slug has to feel the evil within the man before he can be convinced that he is a true traitor.

Our judgment is not based on facts, but a presumption of logical necessity.This is human logic, and certainly slug logic, because it matches the slug's abilities.As for me, even under hypnotic orders, it was impossible to pass the slug's test and make it think that I possess traitorous qualities.I'm going to say "thank goodness" to the psychoanalysis guys for this decision.Saves me from telling the old man I don't want to volunteer to be caught by slugs, and saves him the trouble of inventing some goddamn logic, necessity, to force me to be a "volunteer."

The Titans know that the host is a slave under their complete control, but they still want to grant him "freedom", which seems illogical.But if you think about it carefully, you will know the benefits these traitors bring to them: a group of "trustworthy" spies can be cultivated from them. "Reliable" is an imprecise term, but the English language has no equivalent for this form of meanness.There is no doubt that the Green Zone has been infiltrated by traitors.The trouble is, it's hard to tell a dork from a spy.Hateful fools outnumber villains. So I'm ready to go.Under mild hypnosis, I reviewed the language to be used, focusing on memorizing new and popular words and usages.I was given a status and was directed to a trade that would facilitate my wanderings, repairing irrigation pumps.Plus a lot of money.

I'd be parachuted into Russia and sneaked in without much trouble.Once I fail to report to the country, other agents will continue to infiltrate in my place.There might be other agents there already.Nobody told me this: Even under the influence of drugs, it is impossible for an agent to reveal a secret that he does not know. The sending device is novel and pleasant.The directional cavity oscillator made of ultra-microwave materials is no more than the size of a teacup.Other equipment such as power packs are about the size of a loaf.The shielding of the whole device is so good that even radioactive particle meters cannot detect it.As long as it is aimed at any space station beyond the horizon, the signal can be effectively received.Aiming had to be precise, which required me to keep in mind the orbital planes of all three space stations as well as the aerial coordinates of the area where I was about to fly.The disadvantage of this device is actually its greatest advantage, namely the highly directional nature of the transmitter.That means it can only be detected by extraordinary chance.

I had to pass through their radar surveillance network when I landed, but it would be accompanied by intensive anti-radar measures, which would definitely make the monitors very angry.They knew something was coming down, but they didn't know what it was and when and where, because we would use obfuscation tactics: the same anti-radar measures would be taken at other places and at other times. Once I've confirmed a slug infestation, I'll send a report to any space station within my line of sight.I don't have the ability to spot a space station with the naked eye, and I don't really trust people who claim they can.After the report is over, I can go home.Walk back, ride back, climb back, bribe officials to sneak out, it's up to me.

The only trouble was that I had no chance of realizing my plans, because the "Pass Christian" had landed. The Pass Christian was the third UFO to be found after landing.The Grinnell of the first two was hidden by the slugs and may have taken off again, while the Burlingame was nothing more than a radioactive memory.However, the orbit of the "Pass Christian" had been traced, so it was discovered immediately after landing. The flying saucer was tracked by Alpha Space Station.According to records, it mistook the flying saucer for a particularly large meteorite and believed it had landed in the Gulf of Mexico area.This situation was not connected until later with the "Pass Christian" flying saucer.When linked, its records gave us an idea of ​​why the radar screens were failing to pick up other flying saucers...the flying saucers were coming too fast.

It is possible to "see" flying saucers with radar - primitive radars have spotted them many times over 60 years ago, especially while traveling at the speed of atmospheric circulation to scout the Earth.However, today's modern radars have been "improved" to the point where flying saucers cannot be detected.Our equipment is too specialized.The selectivity of electronic devices increases step by step at the rate of organism growth, and continues to develop in this trend.All radars have frequency discrimination circuits and similar devices that ensure that all types of radars can "see" what they are supposed to detect.And those outside the jurisdiction don't have to worry about it.Traffic dispatching and control only observe vehicles traveling to and from the atmosphere; defense nets and fire control radars are only responsible for their own observation objects, and high-precision monitoring nets can monitor many objects at extremely different speeds: from atmospheric circulation speeds all the way to five miles per second The operating speed of ballistic missiles; the observation range of the low-precision monitoring network and the high-precision monitoring network overlap, and can monitor the range from the slowest wingless missile to the fastest spaceship, even objects with speeds up to ten miles per second can be observed.

There are other types of specialized radars—weather radars, port radars, and so on.The problem is that none of the radars can detect flying objects moving faster than ten miles per second... The only exception is a space station meteorite detection radar, but it is not a military equipment, but can only be used under the authorization of the United Nations Licensed equipment for cutting-edge scientific research. Therefore, only "extraordinarily large meteorites" were recorded, which were not linked to flying saucers until later. But when the "Pass Christian" flying saucer landed, someone did see it.The U.S. Navy underwater cruiser USS Robert Fulton was on a routine red zone patrol, and its sensors recorded the UFO slowing down and landing just outside Mobile, ten miles from Gulfport. time.It popped up on the cruiser's screen as the ship's speed dropped from space speed (about fifty-three miles per second, according to the space station) to a speed detectable by the underwater cruiser's radar.

It shot out for no reason, stopped slowly, and then disappeared from the screen.But the spotter had noted the last location of the target on radar, less than twenty miles off the coast of Mississippi.The captain was puzzled.Of course, what the radar tracked couldn't be the spaceship, because the spaceship couldn't be decelerating at fifty gravitational accelerations.But it didn't occur to him that gravity might have no effect on slugs.He turned his course and prepared to go over and take a closer look. His first telegram read: The spaceship landed on the west coast of Pass Christian, Mississippi.The second telegram reads: Send landing troops.To capture the enemy.

Had I not been in the headquarters office this time, I think I would have been excluded from the operation.My phone was ringing so loudly that I banged my head on the research instrument I was using.I cursed loudly.The old man said on the phone: "Come on, act now!" How long has it been since the little team of me and the old man and Mary have acted together?Many weeks ago, or many years ago?We were heading south in the air at top emergency speed, ignoring the warnings from dispatch control and the transponders, listening intently to what the old man had to say. When he finished explaining the reason for the incident, I said: "Why should the whole family be dispatched? You need a fully-organized air force contingent."

"I'll send it," he replied coldly.Then he grinned contentedly.I rarely see this kind of sly and malicious expression, and this time there are only two times, "What are you worried about?" He said mockingly, "Our Kavanaugh family is on a journey again. Yes Right, Mary?" I snorted, "If you still want to do the brother-sister routine, then you'd better hire someone else." "There is only one similarity with last time: take good care of her, don't let the dog bite her, don't let the stranger harass her." He replied seriously, "I mean, dog and strange man, very strange man .Maybe this is the turning point, boy." I wanted to ask in detail, but he walked into the operation cabin, closed the door and was busy sending the report.I turned to Mary, and she snuggled up to me, humming, "Hi, man." I grabbed her and said, "Don't play 'brother' again, or someone will get beaten."