Hello, Ops. This is Major Manchek, Scoop Control A-12. We need a fly-by over Piedmont, New Mexico. Infrared, a fluoroscan, all sectors, film to come direct to Scoop. AssignÖ Gunner Wilson. If he's not crocked some place.
There's a fire, sir.
If anything happens to us, you have your orders.
Yes sir. Proceed directly to Wildfire, and then, uhÖ
If we're eliminated, the aircraft and pilot'll have to be sterilized.
Uh, wait a minute! That's not what they told me. Just "incinerated".
Are you sure that isn't coronary?
No, coronary is painful. They should grimace.
If it was fast, they wouldn't have time!
Fast? These people were cut down in mid-stride!
"The Day of Judgement is at hand. Have mercy on my soulÖ and to Hell with all the others, amen!"
I wouldn't believe you could commit suicide that way.
Most of them died instantly, but a few had time to go quietly nuts.
I never liked red lights. Reminds me of my years in a bordello.
Fools! They refuse to believe life exists in meteorites. I showed them at the astrophysics conference what I just showed you. But no! Even with a microscope, they are blind! What do I have to do, hit them over the head?
UmÖ stop by your rooms and insert these before taking the elevator.
I have risked drowning in that foul bath! I have been par-boiled, irradiated, and xenon-flashed! And now you suggest
I have to! We haven't done a thing about the G.I. tract yet. On Level 5, we must be as nearly germ-free as possible!
Anyone care to join me for a smoke?
No sweat, sir. Those cages are airtight.
I wish you would sweat a little more, Toby. Sweat is a safeguard against some kinds of bacteria and carelessness.
Stick to established procedures!
Establishment gonna fall down go boom.
I'd say it was done by a chemical reaction of some sort, or maybe a microorganism.