Quiz

How large was your hab?
Standard. Two-hundred square meters.
Where was the compost chute?
Left of the sink, I believe.
How far was the hab from atmosphere fabrication?
I don’t know. It took me maybe twenty minutes to get there.
Who resided in the hab?
I already told you this.
Answer the question, please.
Myself. My partner at the time —
Name.
Sunny. Myself. Sunny. Rig, my father. And two cousins, Cap and Stardew.
In which cluster was the hab?
Twenty-two.
What was your work schedule?
Twelve on, twelve off. Like most everyone in twenty-two.
You’re assignment?
Filter maintenance at atmo-fab.
Did you have a hard suit?
Yes.
Color?
Red.
And when did you immigrate from Deimos?
Uh, three years almost.
Mr. Ohtu, thank you for your time.
May I ask what these questions are about? I’ve been here over an hour.
Not at all. An individual claiming to be your nephew tried to immigrate to Mars.
Cress? He’s here?
No, an imposter.
Did he not have his documents? I’ve been expecting him.
He did, but they must be forged.
How? How do you know?
We asked him the same questions we just asked you when he arrived three weeks ago —
Three weeks! If I had known, I’d have responded to your message sooner!
— and he answered incorrectly 42% of the time compared to the answers you gave.
That’s ridiculous! He’s what, eleven? Younger when we were both on Deimos. We didn’t even live in the same hab! How could he know?
That’s irrelevant.
What?
Mr. Ohtu, many people try to immigrate here by claiming they have family members on Mars. The Q&A Test is the best solution to catch these imposters.
But I’m telling you I’ve been expecting him.
Yes, and the test confirms this individual is not your nephew.
Can I see a picture?
Of course.
That’s him! See! Look, I have a younger photo of him.
Uncanny. Surprised he paid to alter his appearance. It’s not cheap.
Are you insane? A young boy had surgery to pass as my nephew.
He failed the test.
No. I want to speak to someone else. That’s my nephew.
I’m sorry, that’s impossible. It’s policy. He’s being sent back to Deimos as we speak.
Wait! No! That’s my nephew —
Security, would you escort Mr. Ohtu out?
Bring him back! He doesn’t have anyone there! Pleas —
Involution
Michael
Crickets
Moms are selfish like that
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Ekphrasis
Deeds
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Windmills