The White House, Aug. 26, 1945
Groves looked around the oval office. The center of
things, he thought. The very
center. But he wasnÕt comfortable here, and
he was sure Kira wouldnÕt be, either.
ÒMr. President, I appreciate your hospitality, but IÕm
afraid this is a bit too public,Ó he said.
ÒWeÕll continue this in the movie projection room, of
course,Ó Truman said. ÒI had things set up there as you requested. I understand
that itÕs an urgent matter of national security, or you wouldnÕt be here.Ó
ÒWith all due respect, sir, the room beneath the projection room might be better suited on this
occasion.Ó
ÒThe shelter? But the warÕs over. Who could attack us
now?Ó
ÒThatÕs what we need to discuss. Jean,Ó he indicated Kira,
Òhas got the film; I can carry the projector.
ÒI could send for—Ó
ÒIt has to be us, sir, just us.Ó
With obvious reluctance, Truman led the way out of the
office and down to the basement. They were followed by the Secret Service
agents, who didnÕt have any idea what this was all about and wouldnÕt ask. True
to their mandate, they took up their posts outside the door to the shelter as
the President and his guests entered.
It was cramped inside, but there was enough room for
Groves to set up the projector at one end and direct it at the reinforced concrete
wall at the other, though that did mean he and Kira had to nudge a few crates
of emergency supplies out of the way.
ÒBefore I show the film, I have to explain a few things,
Mr. President,Ó Groves said, as he glanced at Kira. ÒTo begin withÉ this isnÕt
my secretary, and her name isnÕt Jean – not that it matters.Ó
ÒShe is a fine figure of a woman, Groves,Ó Truman said,
Òbut I donÕt seeÉÓ
He looked at Kira, who gave a small wave.
ÒShe is not
of this Earth, and she is not human in any ordinary sense of the word.Ó
ÒI donÕt have any idea what youÕre talking about, but IÕm
from Missouri.Ó
ÒIÕm from Velor,Ó Kira said.
Truman looked angry. Groves was embarrassed. Things were not getting off to a good start.
ÒPlease excuse Kira,Ó he said. ÒSheÕs unfamiliar with some
local idioms.Ó
He turned to Kira, mindful that she must be embarrassed now.
ÒItÕs a figure of speech,Ó he explained. ÒMissouri is
called the Show Me state. The President was saying that he needs to be
convinced. So start convincing him. ItÕs time for you to move up in the world.Ó
Then he turned back to Truman.
ÒMr. President, would you please look at her feet?Ó
Grumpily, Truman did so, then his dark eyebrows rose
behind his wire framed spectacles and with honest wonder, he asked, ÒNow that
is an impressive trick, young lady; howÕd you do that?Ó He glanced reflexively
at the ceiling, looking for wires holding the six foot blonde a clear two
inches off the floor, thenÉ
ÒItÕs no trick Mr. President,Ó Groves answered, getting
TrumanÕs drift. ÒHow could we set it up? We didnÕt bring anything down here
besides ourselves and the clothes on our backs. And we havenÕt been out of your
sight for a moment.Ó
ÒShe must be wearing some gizmo, like inÉ what was that
comic stripÉ Buck Rogers.Ó
ÒI donÕt see any gizmo? Do you see a gizmo?Ó
Truman stared at her chest.
ÒIÕm not about to
ask her to show you whatÕs there,Ó
Groves said. ÒBut think about it: if we had an anti-gravity device, especially
one that small, you would have
been briefed about it.Ó
Then he gestured towards a crate of emergency rations.
ÒKira, if you would?Ó
Kira nodded and, still smiling brightly, effortlessly
lifted the 43-pound crate one handed. But Truman still wasnÕt convinced.
ÒAny circus could do what you just did there, young lady,
only theyÕd do it with a sparkly leotard
and bells on.Ó
Kira quirked her lips, ÒI could change into something very similar to a leotard quite
quickly, Mr. President. If itÕd help; you just need to close your eyes for a
moment.Ó
Groves groaned inwardly and tried not to think how the
sight of KiraÕs uniform, which he knew she was wearing under her skirt and
blouse, would make the situation even worse. Trying to get the conversation
back on track, he glared at Kira while saying, ÒAbout the war, sir...Ó
Groves hesitated, knowing that what he was about to say
would sound ludicrous – it was ludicrous
– and that the merest word from the President would bring the Secret
Service bursting back into the room. Hopefully the two small displays would buy
him enough stunned silence to finish what he had to say without also finishing
his career.
ÒWarÕs over, Groves,Ó Truman answered succinctly. ÒYour
bombs helped win it.Ó
ÒYes sir. But it is preventing the next war that I want to
talk about, Mr. President.Ó
ÒNext war?Ó
ÒI told you before: Kira is not of this world. She is of a
superhuman race from a world that is leading thousands of others in war against
an evil empire, and there is a great danger that the empire will bring that war
here.Ó
ÒThis had better be good, not some dog-and-pony show like SzilardÕs
petition, saying I shouldnÕt have used your bomb and that we shouldnÕt use it
again. Bunch of crybabies; they spend years building a weapon and it never
occurs to them that weapons kill
people?Ó
ÒSzilard and his Chicago people went off the reservation.
I tried to talk them out of it, but... what weÕre dealing with here has nothing
to do with disarmament, or with the bomb. At least, not our bomb. The others I mentioned who are like KiraÉ they
might be helping the Russians.Ó
ÒThis whole thing sounds like the biggest crock of shit I
ever heard. If I didnÕt know who you are, what youÕve done for the country, IÕd
throw you out right this minute. And if you canÕt back up this story pronto,
youÕre through. Forget about being a
General, nobody will even hire you as a traffic cop. IÕll see to it.Ó
ÒThatÕs what weÕre here for.Ó
Groves loaded the film, switched on the projector. Truman
watched from a fold-down chair as he screened the footage.
* * *
ÒYou shot this yourself?Ó Truman asked.
Groves nodded.
ÒThey could fake this sort of thing in Hollywood.Ó
ÒI wasnÕt working on a Hollywood budget.Ó
ÒBut I have to be absolutely sure. You understand that.Ó
ÒWe donÕt have anything like Jumbo here.Ó
ÒWhat about that drum of water? LetÕs see her lift that one-handed.Ó
It must weigh at least 500 pounds, Groves knew. But Kira
lifted it easily, her long fingers visibly deforming the metal rim. And without
losing that balance, she set it back down gently.
Truman finally looked impressed.
ÒCan you repeat that other trick? The one in the film?Ó
ÒNot unless you ask one of your agents for a gun. I
wouldnÕt recommend that.Ó
ÒWould a Swiss Army knife do? I think thereÕs at least one
in with the canned goods.Ó
Groves got up, rummaged around, and found it, gingerly handed
it to the President. Truman snapped open the blade, tested it against his thumb
and looked at Groves. Groves nodded to Kira.
Faced with the reality before him, Truman suddenly looked
uncertain. Taking pity on him, Kira leaned over and plucked it from his
unresisting fingers, then to his widening eyes she stabbed herself in the belly
– or tried to, only to break the knife.
Despite having seen the film, Truman gurgled in shock and
took a compassionate step forward. Yet when Kira pulled her hand back, showing
the snapped blade, the only damage was a neat slit in her blouse.
ÒHave you got some kind of armor?Ó he asked Kira, peering
at the shimmering metallic blue threads of her uniform visible through the cut.
ÒNo, Mr. President.Ó She pulled her blouse and uniform top
up above her navel to prove that she was totally unharmed.
ÒI think you two have made your case. Groves, you and your
people gave me a hammer over the Russians with the bomb, and now it looks as if
youÕre giving me another.Ó
ÒThatÕs not exactly how it works,Ó Kira said. ÒYouÕll have
to be patient. I have a long and complicated story to tell.Ó
ÒWell, a few minutes ago, IÕd have said you had about as
much chance of selling me your story as Margaret would getting a contract with
the Metropolitan Opera. But I guess IÕd better hear you out now.Ó
ÒThere is a war raging,Ó Kira began. ÒA struggle for
Heaven and EarthÉÓ