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My crimes are so numerous that in this confession I shall limit them to the matter of MISSION EARTH。
So； in appreciation of your condescension； to wit： a） getting me medical treatment for my burned hands and broken wrists； b） providing me with writing materials and a vocoscriber so I can confess； c） providing me with a high tower cell with a nice view of Government City； and d） locking me up； I will be totally truthful and plete and back up my confession with recorded strips； photographs； clippings and logs as attached。
Knowing Your Lordship's interest in one Jettero Heller； I must confess； belatedly； that he is the proper hero of this tale。 I； unfortunately； am the villain in this confession。 But that is the function of the Gods： to put us in roles as they see fit and let us struggle in our agony。 It was Fate and Fate alone which forced me to do the things I did； as you will plainly see。 I cannot help it if villainy es naturally to me。
All hail Your Lordship and His Court！
Well； to get down to the business of earning these overwhelming favors and condescensions； I doubt very much that anyone has ever testified or that the court knew…and certainly the Grand Council did not know…that one of the primary figures； if not the primary figure in this case； was in custody prior to the fatal day when the Grand Council issued its first orders concerning Mission Earth。
Yes！ It is a fact！ Jettero Heller was languishing in the fortress prison Spiteos。 Not； as I am now； well cared for in the Royal prison； but in Spiteos！
This may e as a shock to Your Lordship。 It is generally supposed by most of the government that Spiteos was abandoned to erode away in the mountains beyond the Great Desert more than a century ago。 But not so！
The heads of the Exterior Division have kept Spiteos running。 At the top of those bleak gorges； behind those grim walls of black basalt； guarded by scum recruited from the lowest slums of the Empire； that fortress remains； after a thousand years； the private prison of the Coordinated Information Apparatus； the dreaded exterior secret police。 Many names in the Domestic Missing Persons Files could be traced to Spiteos。
And that is where Jettero Heller was placed。 A Royal officer； mind you！ He was there in a wire cage； electrically charged； in a deep cell； held without munication from anyone； not even the guards。 And what had he done？
Jettero Heller was a bat engineer； an officer of the Royal Space Services。 Your Lordship； of course； knows the romantic aura that has unfortunately built up around bat engineers； calling them 〃the daredevils of the Fleet〃 and other such lurid terms。 Public opinion has been curried in their favor； and I am sure this will not warp the majesty and judgment of the law； for my confession is mainly about Jettero Heller； not me。
It was not because he had a reputation as an athlete nor because he had friends that the Fleet had chosen him for the original trip。 Such selections are done almost at random。
So he had been picked； more or less routinely； to undertake a casual scout； a thing rarely considered important in itself。
As Your Lordship may or may not know； the Royal Space Services； in line with long…stated government policy； keeps an eye on neighboring inhabited systems。 They send out scouting ships and； without causing any awareness or incidents amongst neighbors…Gods forbid！…keep tabs on things。 By sampling the atmosphere of an inhabited planet they can make a fair estimate of its condition and activities and； by very long…range photographs； they can verify suspicions。 It could e under the heading of a sensible precaution。
A 〃bat engineer；〃 according to the definitions in the Texts of the Royal Services； is： one who assists and prepares the way for any and all contacts； peaceful or warlike； and serves his respective service in engineering and bat…related scientific matters。
They make battle and weapon estimates； survey possible forward positions and even fight。 So there was nothing strange in ordering Jettero Heller to take mand of a vessel and update a scene。
There was also nothing unusual at all in the scouting orders he received： they were routine； even in printed form； issued by the Patrol Section of the Fourteenth Fleet； signed for their admiral by a clerk； in other words； it wasn't even important enough to e to the admiral's attention。
There is a system nearby that has an inhabited planet known locally there as 〃Earth〃 which has been receiving scouting attention for many； many centuries。 That too has been considered routine： so much so； in fact； that even space cadets are sometimes sent there as a training exercise； they do not land； of course； for that would alarm and alert the inhabitants and there is even a regulation in The Book of Space Codes…Number a…36…544 M Section B…which states： And no officer or crewmember shall； in any way； make himself known to any inhabited planet population or member thereof before such planet is announced as an acquisition target； further； that should such landing take place accidentally or such contact be otherwise made； all witnesses to the circumstance shall be nullified； violations shall be punished with the severest penalties； exceptions to this regulation may be expressly ordered by the heads of Royal Divisions but in no case shall any such population be made aware prematurely of the existence or intent of the Confederation。
But I am sure Your Lordship is aware that no court cases have ever arisen around this regulation； so easily is it obeyed： if detected； one simply blows the place up in such a way that it appears to have been a natural catastrophe。 There has never been any trouble with this。
Jettero Heller's scout of Earth was ordered and conducted in a highly routine fashion。 Later； interviewing the small crew who were part of that scout…some of whom may still be prisoners…I ascertained that they had spent most of the fifteen…week voyage playing gambling games and singing ballads。 bat engineers have no reputation for running disciplined crews or getting electrode polish applied。
It is obvious that all they did was go to Earth's outer atmosphere； sample it； take some readings and long…range photographs and return； a thing which had been done hundreds； perhaps thousands of times。
Jettero Heller landed back at Patrol Base and turned in his records and reports。
Routinely； a copy of such reports also goes to the Coordinated Information Apparatus； the original； of course； pursuing its leisurely way up the extensive chain of mand to Fleet。
But this time； and for the first time； and to my eternal despair； this routine was broken。 One report。 One single； stupid； errant scouting report of a single； stupid planet and I end up in prison confessing my crimes。
Of course； it didn't all happen that quickly or that simply。 What did happen is the horrifying tale of MISSION EARTH。
I remember when it all began。
Chapter 2
It was one half hour after sunset upon that fatal day when an Apparatus guard yanked me into this affair。 It was the eve of the Empire holiday： all offices were closed for two whole days。 I remember it all too well。 A relaxing trip had been planned with friends int