CHAPTER 18
After the angry encounter with Phil, the skies delivered a deluge. The car’s wipers were going flat out, trailing wakes across the windshield. Michael knew he should pull over, wait for the storm to pass; but he was too keyed up to just sit still. As the car splashed through the night, his fury cooled a little.
The confrontation had been a reality check, he had to admit. Maybe Phil was being paranoid, but he had a right to be. At stake, the future of every single human being now alive or yet to be born. Yet Michael had literally dived into the unknown, blithely assuming that an advanced species couldn’t have malevolent intentions. There was certainly no basis in human history for an assumption like that. Quite the opposite. Modern humans had technology vastly superior to their
