The terminal quietly beeped twice to alert the operator that its latest process had been completed. Although barely distinguishable from the various other noises in the research station, the entire crew leapt up as if it was an ear-piercing critical alarm.
“The results are in, lads!”
“Stop calling us lads. You’re the only man here.”
“I call everyone lads! Now’s not the time. Look!”
The three researchers huddled around the terminal, bug-eyed. There was life in the ice core samples they had. Confirmed non-Earth life. On a non-Earth moon.
“Three hundred and fifty-seventh time lucky, eh!” cried Andrew, dancing a jig. “We’ve hit the jackpot!”
The next few hours passed in a blur as Catriona set about the task of programming the station AI to isolate and analyse the bacterial life they had extracted.
Flopping back in her seat, Isla fetched her tablet and saw the blinking blue envelope icon she had been avoiding. It was from Osiris PMG, the extrasolar corporation that had contracted them to find promising new mining locations. They needed an update. She didn’t have one. Until now.