Chapter 16 #4
“Easy, cowboy,” Lewis said. “You and I are military. There’s a good chance we’d be court-martialed when we got home. As for the rest of you, I guarantee they’ll never send you up again.”
Martinez leaned against the wall, arms folded with a half grin on his face. The rest silently considered what their commander had said.
“If we do this,” Vogel said, “it would be over one thousand days of space. This is enough space for a life. I do not need to return.”
“Sounds like Vogel’s in.” Martinez grinned. “Me, too, obviously.”
“Let’s do it,” Beck said.
“If you think it’ll work,” Johanssen said to Lewis, “I trust you.”
“Okay,” Lewis said. “If we go for it, what’s involved?”
Vogel shrugged. “I plot the course and execute it,” he said. “What else?”
“Remote override,” Johanssen said. “It’s designed to get the ship back if we all die or something. They can take over Hermes from Mission Control.”
“But we’re right here,” Lewis said. “We can undo whatever they try, right?”
“Not really,” Johanssen said. “Remote override takes priority over any onboard controls. It assumes there’s been a disaster and the ship’s control panels can’t be trusted.”
“Can you disable it?” Lewis asked.
“Hmm…” Johanssen pondered. “ Hermes has four redundant flight computers, each connected to three redundant comm systems. If any computer gets a signal from any comm system, Mission Control can take over. We can’t shut down the comms; we’d lose telemetry and guidance.
We can’t shut down the computers; we need them to control the ship.
I’ll have to disable the remote override on each system…
.It’s part of the OS; I’ll have to jump over the code… .Yes. I can do it.”
“You’re sure?” Lewis asked. “You can turn it off?”
“Shouldn’t be hard,” Johanssen said. “It’s an emergency feature, not a security program. It isn’t protected against malicious code.”
“Malicious code?” Beck smiled. “So…you’ll be a hacker?”
“Yeah.” Johanssen smiled back. “I guess I will.”
“All right,” Lewis said. “Looks like we can do it. But I don’t want peer pressure forcing anyone into it. We’ll wait for twenty-four hours. During that time, anyone can change their mind. Just talk to me in private or send me an e-mail. I’ll call it off and never tell anyone who it was.”
Lewis stayed behind as the rest filed out. Watching them leave, she saw they were smiling. All four of them. For the first time since leaving Mars, they were back to their old selves. She knew right then no one’s mind would change.
They were going back to Mars.
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Everyone knew Brendan Hutch would be running missions soon.
He’d risen through NASA’s ranks as fast as one could in the large, inertia-bound organization. He was known as a diligent worker, and his skill and leadership qualities were plain to all his subordinates.
Brendan was in charge of Mission Control from one a.m. to nine a.m. every night. Continued excellent performance in this role would certainly gethim a promotion. It had already been announced he’d be backup flight controller for Ares 4, and he had a good shot at the top job for Ares 5.
“Flight, CAPCOM,” a voice said through his headset.
“Go, CAPCOM,” Brendan responded. Though they were in the same room, radio protocol was observed at all times.
“Unscheduled status update from Hermes .”
With Hermes ninety light-seconds away, back-and-forth voice communication was impractical. Other than media relations, Hermes would communicate via text until they were much closer.
“Roger,” Brendan said. “Read it out.”
“I…I don’t get it, Flight,” came the confused reply. “No real status, just a single sentence.”
“What’s it say?”
“Message reads: ‘Houston, be advised: Rich Purnell is a steely-eyed missile man.’?”
“What?” Brendan asked. “Who the hell is Rich Purnell?”
“Flight, Telemetry,” another voice said.
“Go, Telemetry,” Brendan said.
“ Hermes is off course.”
“CAPCOM, advise Hermes they’re drifting. Telemetry, get a correction vector ready—”
“Negative, Flight,” Telemetry interrupted. “It’s not drift. They adjusted course. Instrumentation uplink shows a deliberate 27.812-degree rotation.”
“What the hell?” Brendan stammered. “CAPCOM, ask them what the hell.”
“Roger, Flight…message sent. Minimum reply time three minutes, four seconds.”
“Telemetry, any chance this is instrumentation failure?”
“Negative, Flight. We’re tracking them with SatCon. Observed position is consistent with the course change.”
“CAPCOM, read your logs and see what the previous shift did. See if a massive course change was ordered and somehow nobody told us.”
“Roger, Flight.”
“Guidance, Flight,” Brendan said.
“Go, Flight,” was the reply from the guidance controller.
“Work out how long they can stay on this course before it’s irreversible. At what point will they no longer be able to intercept Earth?”
“Working on that now, Flight.”
“And somebody find out who the hell Rich Purnellis!”
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Mitch plopped down on the couch in Teddy’s office. He put his feet up on the coffee table and smiled at Teddy. “You wanted to seeme?”
“Why’d you do it, Mitch?” Teddy demanded.
“Do what?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“Oh, you mean the Hermes mutiny?” Mitch said innocently. “You know, that’d make a good movie title. The Hermes Mutiny . Got a nice ring to it.”
“We know you did it,” Teddy said sternly. “We don’t know how, but we know you sent them the maneuver.”
“So you don’t have any proof.”
Teddy glared. “No. Not yet, but we’re working onit.”
“Really?” Mitch said. “Is that really the best use of our time? I mean, we have a near-Earth resupply to plan, not to mention figuring out how to get Watney to Schiaparelli. We’ve got a lot on our plates.”
“You’re damn right we have a lot on our plates!” Teddy fumed. “After your little stunt, we’re committed to this thing.”
“ Alleged stunt,” Mitch said, raising a finger. “I suppose Annie will tell the media we decided to try this risky maneuver? And she’ll leave out the mutiny part?”
“Of course,” Teddy said. “Otherwise we’d look like idiots.”
“I guess everyone’s off the hook then!” Mitch smiled. “Can’t fire people for enacting NASA policy. Even Lewis is fine. What mutiny? And maybe Watney gets to live. Happy endings all around!”
“You may have killed the whole crew,” Teddy countered. “Ever think of that?”
“ Whoever gave them the maneuver,” Mitch said, “only passed along information. Lewis made the decision to act on it. If she let emotion cloud her judgment, she’d be a shitty commander. And she’s not a shitty commander.”
“If I can ever prove it was you, I’ll find a way to fire you for it,” Teddy warned.
“Sure.” Mitch shrugged. “But if I wasn’t willing to take risks to save lives, I’d…” He thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I’d beyou.”