"Wait," Tom interrupted. "It's finished but it's useless."
"What?"
Tom twisted around to look at the completed satellite, its oddly-angled framework and bulbous machinery glinting fiercely in the newly-risen sun. "After I finished it I looked through the sighting mechanism to make certain the satellite's transmitters were correctly aimed at the settlement. Nobody told me to, but nobody said not to, either, so I looked. It's a simple mechanism.... The transmitters are pointed smack in the middle of Hudson's Bay."
"You're sure?"
"Certainly."
"You can rotate the antennas...."
"I know. I tried it. I can turn them as far south as the Great Lakes."
A long pause.
"I was afraid of this," Jason's voice said evenly.
I'll bet you were, Tom answered to himself.