They couldn't have said "Zimbardo." After several
more exchanges, one of the figures pressed a series of buttons on the
wall, next to a blank screen. It came alive with a dull silver glow.
Bright green lines appeared in the configuration of a map or blueprint.
Mark strove to see as well as to hear. Slender fingers pointed to one
part of the screen or another as the conversation continued.
Then he heard it again, this time clearly. "Zimbardo." Mark lifted his
head a little and turned so he could observe the screen better. "A plan
of the surface control center," he thought. He recognized the floor
plan by its telltale great doors through which the prisoners had been
marched.
The scene changed as one of the figures pressed a button. A series of
diagrams appeared, diagrams that indistinctly suggested a power plant
to Mark. One of the tall figures began talking animatedly, pointing to
various locations and repeating the word "Zimbardo" frequently.
Suddenly Mark understood what was going on: the aliens were talking
about shutting down the power plant! Mark strained to get a closer look
at the diagram they were examining. "The aliens!" His mind raced. "They
must be the builders of this base! Shutting down the power plant-why,
they must want to stop Zimbardo! They're on our side!"
Then the other figure spoke up.
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