A RESEARCH TEAM IS BEING DECIMATED BY A KILLER WHO MAY LURK AMONG THEM -- OR COME FROM
THE HEART OF A VOLCANO.
Back at work after her abduction, Scully immediately joins Mulder in investigating a
mysterious death at a volcanic research station. Isolated in the trashed station, they
must track down a silent killer from the heart of the volcano, which is killing the
research team one by one. Suspicion centers on the absent team leader, who claims to have
discovered an entirely new form of life in the volcano. But this new life-form has deadly
effects on the humans it encounters, and both Mulder and Scully may have been exposed. As
time runs out, Mulder must find a missing genius, and Scully must find a way to halt the
spread of a killer organism.
Notes
The title refers to the name of the robot made to collect
samples from the volcano.
Quotes
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Mulder: "Scully, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go."
Scully: "Mulder, I appreciate your concern, but I'm ready. I want to work."
Mulder: "You think he's responsible for what happened?"
Pierce: "Whatever there is between, me 'n Trepkos, I pray that he isn't. We've got
$20 million tax dollars in this project. If word of it were to get out, it could destroy
years of work. I'm afraid to go through proper channels."
Trepkos: "If my intense desire to find the truth hasn't finally eclipsed the truth
itself, our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things."
His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could. It was in the days of the rains that their prayers went up, not from the fingering of knotted prayer cords or the spinning of prayer wheels, but from the great pray-machine in the monastery of Ratri, goddess of the Night. The high-frequency prayers were directed upward through the atmosphere and out beyond it, passing into that golden cloud called the Bridge of the Gods, which circles the entire world, is seen as a bronze rainbow at night and is the place where the red sun becomes orange at midday. Some of the monks doubted the orthodoxy of this prayer technique... Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"