Genesis

'Yeah?'

'Roy, I think I'm-I mean, do you think it's possible for girls to change overnight? Completely?'

'How's that again?'

'Can a girl simply change from what she was the day before?'

'I don't think you have to worry about that. Minmei thought you were depressed, and it was her idea for me to bring you up here and have a tittle chat.'

Roy slapped him on the back, knocking a little of the breath from him. 'So just cheer up and go back to Minmei, kid; she's waiting for you.'

He walked off, chuckling to himself, but paused to call back, 'Oh, one more thing: Girls like her can be sort of flighty sometimes, know what I mean? You better be careful some guy in uniform doesn't catch her eye. See ya.'

Across the solar system, maintaining position relative to Earth's nearby moon, the Zentraedi armada hung like a seaful of bloodthirsty fish.

Breetai returned to his command post in response to Exedore's request. 'Trans-vid records of the aliens, you say?'

Exedore kowtowed to his lord. 'Yes, they were just recovered from a disabled scout pod. And they confirm absolutely the eyewitness accounts of our warriors. If you would care to study them, Commander…'

A projecbeam drew an image in midair. The recorder's point of view was a fast-moving, almost bewildering sweep through the carnage and fury of the battle in the streets of Macross City. Explosions and fire were everywhere, but now and again there were split-second glimpses of the aliens, mostly fleeing or falling.

'I believe you'll find this intriguing,' Exedore said. Then suddenly a pod loomed close by one of the inhabitants of the planet, and for the first time Breetai got a feeling of scale.

His voice reverberated in shock and anger, a guttural to shake the bulkheads. 'So! It's true! Micronians!'

The trans-vid record cut to another shot that left no doubt: a human figure falling to its death from a high building, knocked off along with debris by the enormous foot of a pod.

'Precisely,' Exedore said delicately.

'So the inhabitants here are Micronians, eh?' Breetai scowled. The conflicting emotions held by the Zentraedi toward normal-size humanoids-'Micronians, as the giant warriors contemptuously referred to them-welled up in him. There was disdain and hatred but also something strangely close to fear.

'I brought the trans-vids to you as soon as I saw them,' Exedore said. 'They present us with a very unpleasant new situation. During my researches into the origins of the Micronians in our most ancient records, I encountered a decree from our dimmest histories.

'It directs us to shun contact with any unknown Micronian planet-and threatens disaster if we do not heed it.'

Breetai's face looked like a graven image. 'So I'm to keep my hands off this Earth, eh? Bah! '

'It is my considered opinion, m'lord,' Exedore insisted, 'that we must cease hostilities with this planet immediately. We now have a fix on the battle fortress; I consider it prudent counsel that we make its capture our priority.' The pinpoint pupils bored into Breetai, unblinking.

Breetai knew that Exedore would drop his usual deference only for a matter of vital importance. Breetai, like all Zentraedi, had absorbed his race's legends and superstitions along with its lore and warrior code. Like them all, he felt a twinge of apprehension at the thought of defying his heritage.

It was in his mind to object-to say that Exedore's stricture came from the days when the Zentraedi's numbers were fewer, their ships less mighty, their weapons not as powerful. But he considered Exedore: the repository of most of the lore and learning of the Zentraedi race. In a way, the diminutive, physically weak Exedore embodied his people. And Exedore seemed to have no doubts about the correct course in this instance.

'Very well, then. We will execute a spacefold, immediately and pursue the dimensional fortress.'

Exedore bowed. 'It shall be done.'

'And see to it that an appropriate reconnaissance vessel is sent out at once upon completion of the fold maneuver.'

Exedore knew what «appropriate» meant; they had discussed Breetai's strategy for dealing with the SDF-1. Exedore bowed again. 'Yes, m'lord.'

'Oh, you're back, Rick! Anything special on your mind?'

Rick paused with his knuckles poised to rap on Minmei's door. It was a red door she'd chosen to decorate with a whimsical pink rabbit's head bearing her name. He'd wavered quite a bit before finally drawing a deep breath and preparing to knock on it.

Only to find her standing in the hall behind him. 'Uh, nothing, Minmei-really…'

She burst into one of those captivating laughs, eyes crinkling. 'I'm sure! C'mon in, Rick.' She opened the door and led the way. 'Make yourself at home.'

It was a bright little room, painted in shades of blue and yellow, easy on the eyes and not overfurnished. Bed, lamps, bookshelf, and a handmade throw rug; a few flowers very beautifully arranged- thoughtfully arranged-in a small antique vase. There were stuffed toys, too, and a favorite purse. It was a room of seeming clashes that somehow gave the impression of oneness-like its occupant.

Minmei sat on the bed. 'Oh, could you open the window?'

'Right; glad to.'

He slid the window aside, not that the air in the rest of the ship was very much different from that in Minmei's room. But here over the restaurant it was a little warmer than outside, and with the window opened more of the slight, never-ending breeze from the SDF-1's circulation system could be felt. It was as much like getting 'fresh air' as people in the dimensional fortress could expect.

Minmei folded one leg under her. 'So, what happened?'

'Not much. But it's nice to be back here.' He looked around her place to avoid meeting her gaze and to give himself time to build up courage to say what he had to say.

His eyes lit on an envelope lying on her dresser. 'Hey, don't tell me you got mail!' He picked it up and looked it over.

'That's what I went back for,' she said, watching him. 'That and my diary-when you rescued me.' She shivered, remembering the concussions of the pod's titanic feet crashing down, nearer and nearer, behind her.

It had plainly been reread over and over. 'A love letter, hmm?' The thought made him so depressed that he ignored the warmth in what she'd just said.

'Don't be silly! You can take a look at it if you like.'

He did. It took him a minute to figure out what he was looking at. 'What's this all ab- A singing audition? It says you, um, got to the preliminaries.'

Her eyes were dancing. 'That's right! I can hardly believe it!'

He read on. 'This says you were accepted for the Miss Macross competition. Miss Macross? '

He wondered for a moment why she'd never told him about that in the long imprisonment they'd shared down in SDF-1's sealed nether regions. But then, he realized there were things he'd never shared with her, either.

'Uh huh!' Minmei was giggling.

Rick put the letter down slowly. 'Well, I guess it's no surprise. Minmei, you really sing well.'

'Thank you, Rick.' But the joy abruptly changed to a faraway look, a sadness. She rose from the bed and went to the window to look out on Macross and the bulkheads and overheads that hung in the distance like the end of the world.

'But this isn't the Earth, and people there have forgotten about this contest, so it's all kind of pointless, isn't