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The Door That Does Not Close by Carl Frederick Assumptions are easy to make, and hard to refine.... * * * * * * * * Illustrated by Tom Kidd * * * * As he walked closer, the ancient stone structure looked more like a bunker than a Roman temple. Thorvald felt a twinge of collective guilt. If the guidebook was to be believed, that squat monstrosity had been designed by a scientist like himself. "Sure is ugly," said Roger, walking alongside. Roger appeared to be about twelve years old. He had blue eyes, blond hair, and wore a polo shirt, shorts, and sneakers. He looked more like a stereotype than a kid. Thorvald had to remind himself yet again that the boy was not of this Earth--or indeed not of any Earth. "Ugly it may be." Thorvald paused to swat at a mosquito. "But speaking as a physicist rather than an amateur archeologist, this building is impressive. It's survived intact for almost two millennia." He shook his head. "But I've never seen a Roman building like this. It seems ugly on purpose." "It doesn't look big enough for many hiding places." Roger swatted at a mosquito as well--even though the insect didn't seem interested in him. "You really think the codex is inside?" "Yes." Thorvald sighed. "I'm afraid so," he added without intending to. Roger, although he could bleed and feel, was actually an android. But the creature that controlled him through telepresence was indeed a child. And although that child was an alien, far off
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