Dutton is dreaming about a symposium at Berkeley, on the possibility of microscopic life having intelligence on other worlds.
“We’ll discuss the possibility that intelligent life on another planet may be no larger than a flea,” says Dutton. His students laugh. “Perhaps no larger than a bacterium.”
TITLE: THIRD DAY
Hall is asleep at his desk. A tone sounds twice.
“Time to wake up, sir,” says a voice. “Time to wake up, sir.”
Hall wakes up and looks around his quarters. “Hello?” he says.
“Time to wake up, sir,” repeats the voice.
“Why are you?’ asks Hall.
“Time to wake up, sir,” repeats the voice.
Hall squats by a speaker on the wall and presses a button.
“Do you wish something, sir?” asks the voice.
“Your name,” replies Hall.
“Will that be all, sir?” asks the voice.
“For the moment,” replies Hall, stroking the speaker. He stands up and looks at the clock. It’s slightly after 4 a.m.