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Saturday, March 24, 2068, Thunderbird Five, about 2 p.m.

Callie sat in the lounge below the control room. She watched television, particularly highlights of the late-evening basketball games, including seeing her Crimson Tide team lose to Syracuse. "The Orange have always been a strong team," she said, "but the Tide shouldn't be ashamed. Most polls had written them off early in the season. Joe was so upset about the preseason polls..." She let out a sigh. "I hope my family's okay."

John walked in from the galley with glass of milk in hand and noticed her sad face looking at the screen. "What's wrong, Callie?"

"I miss my family, John. Don't get me wrong; I like being up here in space, but I feel I need to let them know how I'm doing."
He nodded. "You want to write a message to your family without giving away our secrets. You can send e-mail from up here, you know."

"Uh, without giving away anything about what I'm really doing? And what about the source of the e-mail?"

"Relax, Callie. All TI employees get their own e-mail address in the system. In your case it's clspencer at ti dot com."

"Do I get a password for that e-mail address?"

"Yeah. However, since you've never accessed it before, the password was sent to my e-mail address. When I give you the password, I suggest you change it so only you know it."

A few minutes later, she had her own password to access her TI e-mail address. "Now comes the hard part, finding the right words to say."

"It's going to be tough the first few times, Callie. Once you get the hang of it, though, it gets a lot easier."

"Thanks, John." She grabbed a nearby pen and notepad and started writing down words which would hopefully become the right e-mail to send to her family.

******45 minutes later******

Callie threw away another sheet of paper. "Oh, brother! I said it was gonna be hard, but I sure didn't expect it to be this hard!"

John had finished his duties in the astrodome when he heard her outburst. "I guess you're still trying?"

"I can't get the words right. No matter what I try to say, it all leads to a lie, and I can't stand lying."

"Callie, you're not really lying. Just tell your family how you're doing at your job in Tracy Industries. Don't let it get to you. Just write from your heart." He left her alone so she could try again.

After another 30 minutes, she was satisfied with what she had written. "He was right," she said. "This should do it." She went to the computer, accessed her e-mail address, and soon started typing what she wrote on the paper.

Dear Mom, Dad, Joe, and Bri,

I'm sorry I haven't written to you since I started at Tracy Industries last month, but I've been a busy little girl. My supervisor has been wonderful, helping me get through the "intensive training" I've had to do in this first month on the job. I've also made use of my Russian language skills in translating information for my colleagues.

Speaking of co-workers, they've done nothing less than make me feel welcome in this new stop in my life. I'm not sure how long it'll take before I can see you all at home in Opp. You're all still the foundation of my life, and that will never change.

Well, I hope you're all doing all right, and I'm sorry Bama didn't get far in the tournament again. Oh, well, there's always football season to look forward to in the fall. I've gotta go for now, but I just want to let you all know I'm okay.

With all my love,
Callie

She moved the mouse to the "Send" button and clicked on it. "Brian should get it on his computer when he wakes up in the morning."

Callie felt satisfied with her e-mail and started to relax--until she heard John's voice over the intercom. "Callie, we've got an emergency situation."

Her mood went from relaxed to very serious. "F-A-B, John. I'm on my way up." The games can wait. The rescue's got to go first.

She took the lift up to the control room. She joined John at the controls. "What's going on?"

"We've got an emergency call from Argentina. Severe earthquake and dangerous aftershocks. The mayor of Mendoza has called us for help."

"I'll get the details. You contact base and tell them to get ready."

Post by TracyFan4Ever on 10/12/2004

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