... every person he knew, and waited for horrified responses. He certainly got them. The worst was Carl. He hoped Carl didn't actually think that hiding in an underground zeppelin in the Antarctic would help him survive, and doubted that he could actually find or use an underground zeppelin or pilot it to the Antarctic.
Jimmy left the house for his lab, once again alone. His scanner had been improved long ago to use a soul scan instead of its past hair scan, which was a much more secure system. Carl can't exactly carry around a bag of soul, can he? Actually, Jimmy wondered how Carl ever got a back of Jimmy's hair. He decided to remain a sane man and not consider it.
He looked for any way to discover anything that may make what was going on a bit clearer. He looked at progress on decrypting the radio signals. Still none. He initiated computer analysis of the email from April. He comprised in a few minutes a CGI model of the sawblade device, but that didn't help him learn anything about it. And it certainly didn't help April.
He hadn't sent any information in the email about April. He was still the only living person who knew what had happened to her, probably. Her death represented more than her death. It represented his and his family's and his friends' impending death. If her whole planet's populace was killed that fast, surely the same would happen to the even less developed planet of Earth.
Finally, Jimmy initiated one l...