“I’m getting incident reports from all over the station now. Someone woke up this morning with half their head shaved. It’s not messing with any of the systems though, or equipment.”
“So, not a gremlin?”
The station’s security chief glanced down, as if she were looking at a document. “I’m trying to parse all the objective details from the reports to see if there’s a pattern, a profile.”
“It…likes to play tricks?”
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“Do stars hatch from eggs?”
The little girl glanced up at her aunt as the two sat on a fancy padded bench before the glass display.
Her aunt smiled at her. “Not everything that’s born comes from eggs. You didn’t.”
“Then where did I come from?”
“I’ll…let your parents tell you all about that. But if you want to know about eggs, I do have a story you might like.”
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Andrew saw it first. About a month into our six-month rotation maintaining the company’s Arctic monitoring station. He was doing weekly maintenance on all the pumps on the north side when he thought he saw some motion. At first, he thought he’d just imagined something.
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