To Make an Interstellar Omelet- Part II

It was almost midnight when Justin was able to stumble up to his hotel room. The hallways on his floor were empty, and the only sounds he could hear were dissonant humming of the ice machine and the fluorescent lights.
He opened the door to his room and made his way through the dark, unfamiliar entryway and over to the light switch. He suffered a moment of disorientation as he acclimated to the unfamiliar surroundings- bed on the wrong side, curtains open to an array of flickering city lights, and the most hideous shade of pale peach wallpaper he’d ever seen. Just one more day here, a cramped plane ride, and he’d be back in his own bed, complete with white linen sheets.
Justin hadn’t seen Alice at all since their elevator meeting, even though he’d been looking for her in the hallways, the café, and the nearby coffee shop. He took her card from his wallet, but was dismayed to find that the card didn’t contain a phone number – only a web address.
Justin sighed and tossed the card, along with his wallet and keycard, onto the bedside table, feeling more than slightly dejected. He loosened his tie, took off his shoes, and stretched out on the scratchy hotel sheets, endeavoring to relax just a little despite the sting of Alice’s rejection.
He took his laptop, which was plugged into the wall by the bed, and opened it. He decided to take his mind off of things for now, and to get some work done. He knew that sleeping in the strange hotel was a lost cause, but if he tired himself out, he might be desperate enough for sleep to lose consciousness on the plane ride home, when he’d benefit from the state of unconsciousness the most.
As he went through his e-mail, however, he found his mind wandering, and his eyes flickered to the black, glittering card on the bedside table.
He spent a few moments in silent debate, and then gave up, grabbed the card, and entered the URL on his browser.
The website loaded. The front page was cluttered and disordered, filled with an array of headlines in bright, clashing colors with a liberal use of exclamation points. At the top of the page was a bright red banner with white letters.
Welcome to:
The Vision
The only real source of galactic truth.
Justin could feel his right eye twitch a little as he read. The familiar pinch of a tension headache was forming between his eyes. Nevertheless, he scrolled down and continued to read.
Breaking news!!!
Recently released NASA images reveal a new species of rodent living on the surface of Mars. NASA scientists claim the rodents are merely “interestingly shaped rocks.”
Ruins on the Moon!
A former cosmonaut spills the beans about the secret discovery of an ancient lunar civilization.
Ghost Planet?
Find out the true reason why scientists demoted Pluto from a planet to a “dwarf planet.”
 At first, Justin’s heart sank. Alice had been too good to be true- cute, witty, and genuinely interested his work. He rarely met girls like her. Now it seemed she was just another nut case.
However, as he continued to read, and his headache grew more intense, he found himself growing angry. He scrolled further down and found a hyperlink that said “contact me.” His mouse pointer hesitated over the link, but then he put his laptop to the side, went to the mini-bar, and took a Red Bull. He then sat back down, popped a couple of aspirin, downed them with a gulp of Red Bull, and opened a word document.
This madness called for a thorough response.
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