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The S ecret
b y A rthur C. Clarke
Henry Cooper was on his second visit to
the moon, and sending back daily reports
to the United Nations Space Adm inistration.
Cooper had already visited and written
about the fam ous place where the first
men had landed on the moon. But that
now belonged to the past, like C olum bus’s
voyage to America. What interested Cooper
now was the future.
When he had come, everyone had been
very glad to see him; he could go anywhere
he liked and ask any questions he wanted.
UNSA had always been friendly towards him
because the reports he sent back to earth
were accurate.
But now he had a kind of strange feeling
that som ething was wrong somewhere, and
he was going to find out what it was. He
reached fo r the phone and said, “ Please get
me to the Police Office. I want to speak to
the Chief Inspector.”
He met Chief Inspector Chandra Cooma-
raswamy next day. Cooper had known him
fo r many years and fo r some tim e they talked
about old friends and old times.
Then Cooper said, “You know everything
th a t’s happening on the moon, Chandra. And
you know that I’m here to write a num ber of
reports fo r UNSA. So why are people trying
to hide things from m e?”
It was im possible to hurry Chandra. He
w ent on sm oking his pipe until he was ready
to answer. “What people?” he asked at last.
“Well,
I’ve noticed that the Medical
Research Group is avoiding me. Last tim e
I was here everybody was very friendly,
and gave me some fine stories. But now I
can’t even meet the research boss. It really
worries me. Is there some kind of new, killer
disease?”
There was a long silence. Then Chandra
said, “ I’ll start asking some questions. I d o n ’t
like it e ith e r.”
The call came two weeks later. “ Henry?
Chandra here. Can you meet me in half an
hour at Airlock Five? Good. I’ll see you th e re .”
Cooper knew Airlock Five meant that they
were going outside the city. Chandra had
found som ething.
As the moon car drove along the rough
road from the city, Cooper could see the
earth. It threw a bright blue-green light over
the hard, ugly land of the moon. Cooper
thought that it was d ifficult to see how the
moon could ever be a nice place. But if
humans want to know nature’s secrets, they
must live and w ork in places like these.
The car turned off to another road and
soon they came to a shining glass building.
There was another moon car, with a red
cross on its side, parked by the entrance.
Soon Cooper was following Chandra down
a long hall, past laboratories and com puter
rooms, all em pty on this Sunday m orning. At
last they came into a large room, which had
all kinds of plants and small animals from
earth. A short, grey-haired man was waiting
there. He was looking very worried and very
unhappy.
“ Dr Hastings,” said Coomaraswamy, “ Meet
Mr C ooper.” He turned to Henry and added,
“ I’ve asked the doctor to tell you everything.”
The scientist was not interested in shak
ing hands or making polite conversation. He
walked over to one of the containers, took
out a small brown animal, and held it out to
wards Cooper. “ Do you know what this is?”
he asked unsmiling.
“Of course,” said Cooper. “A hamster -
scientists use them in laboratories every
w here.”
“Yes,” said Hastings. “A perfectly normal
hamster. But this one is five years o ld .”
“Well? W hat’s strange about that?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all ... but usually
hamsters live fo r only two years. And we
have some here that are nearly ten years old.”
For a m om ent no one spoke. Then Cooper
whispered, “ My God - y o u ’ve found the way
to make life longer!”
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