“One guy alone in a lab? That’s not how science works,” I said. “There should be hundreds of people all over the world working on this.” “You’re not alone in that thought,” she said. “I’ve had three different heads of state call me today.” “Then let other scientists in on it!” “No.” “Why not?” She looked away for a moment, then back through the window at me. “Astrophage is an alien microbe. What if it can infect humans? What if it’s deadly? What if hazmat suits and neoprene gloves aren’t enough protection?” I gasped. “Wait a minute! Am I a guinea pig? I’m a guinea pig!”
