For many weeks the production of Ardan warships and missiles had been spiraling upward.
Half a mountain range of solid rock had been converted into fabricated super-steel and armament. Superdreadnoughts Were popping into existence at the rate of hundreds per minute. Missiles were rolling off the ends of a.s.sembly lines like half-pint tin cans out of can-making machines.
The Strett warcraft, skeletons and missiles, would emerge into normal s.p.a.ce anywhere within a million miles of Ardvor. The Ardan missiles were powered for an acceleration of one hundred gravities. That much the Kedy brains, molded solidly into teflon-lined, ma.s.sively braced steel spheres, could just withstand.
To be certain of breaking the Strett screens, an impact velocity of about six miles per second was necessary. The time required to attain this velocity was about ten seconds, and the flight distance something over thirty miles.
Since the Stretts could orient themselves in less than one second after emergence, even this extremely tight packing of missiles--only sixty miles apart throughout the entire emergence volume of s.p.a.ce--would still give the Stretts the initiative by a time-ratio of more than ten to one.
Such tight packing was of course impossible. It called for many billions of defenders instead of the few millions it was possible for the Omans to produce in the time they had. In fact, the average s.p.a.cing was well over ten thousand miles when the invading horde of Strett missiles emerged and struck.
_How_ they struck!
There was nothing of finesse about that attack; nothing of skill or of tactics: nothing but the sheer brute force of overwhelming superiority of numbers and of over-matching power. One instant all s.p.a.ce was empty.
The next instant it was full of invading missiles--a superb exhibition of coordination and timing.
And the Kedy control, upon which the defenders had counted so heavily, proved useless. For each Strett missile, within a fraction of a second of emergence, darted toward the nearest Oman missile with an acceleration that made the one-hundred-gravity defenders seem to be standing still.
One to one, missiles crashed into missiles and detonated. There were no solid or liquid end-products. Each of those frightful weapons carried so many megatons-equivalent of atomic concentrate that all nearby s.p.a.ce blossomed out into superatomic blasts hundreds of times more violent than the fireb.a.l.l.s of lithium-hydride fusion bombs.
For a moment even Hilton was stunned; but only for a moment.
"Kedy!" he barked. "Get your big stuff out there! Use the boosters!" He started for the door at a full run. "That tears it--that _really_ tears it! Sc.r.a.p the plan. I"ll board the _Sirius_ and take the task-force to Strett. Bring your stuff along, Skipper, as soon as you"re ready."
Ardan superdreadnoughts in their ma.s.sed thousands poured out through Ardvor"s one-way screen. Each went instantly to work. Now the Kedy control system, doing what it was designed to do, proved its full worth.
For the weapons of the big battle-wagons did not depend upon acceleration, but were driven at the speed of light; and Grand Fleet Operations were planned and were carried out at the almost infinite velocity of thought itself.
Or, rather, they were not planned at all. They were simply carried out, immediately and without confusion.
For all the Kedys were one. Each Kedy element, without any lapse of time whatever for consultation with any other, knew exactly where every other element was; exactly what each was doing; and exactly what he himself should do to make maximum contribution to the common cause.
Nor was any time lost in relaying orders to crewmen within the ship.
There were no crewmen. Each Kedy element was the sole personnel of, and was integral with, his vessel. Nor were there any wires or relays to impede and slow down communication. Operational instructions, too, were transmitted and were acted upon with thought"s transfinite speed. Thus, if decision and execution were not quite mathematically simultaneous, they were separated by a period of time so infinitesimally small as to be impossible of separation.
Wherever a Strett missile was, or wherever a Strett skeleton-ship appeared, an Oman beam reached it, usually in much less than one second.
Beam clung to screen--caressingly, hungrily--absorbing its total energy and forming the first-stage booster. Then, three microseconds later, that booster went off into a ragingly incandescent, glaringly violent burst of fury so h.e.l.lishly, so inconceivably hot that less than a thousandth of its total output of energy was below the very top of the visible spectrum!
If the previous display of atomic violence had been so spectacular and of such magnitude as to defy understanding or description, what of this?
When hundreds of thousands of Kedys, each wielding world-wrecking powers as effortlessly and as deftly and as precisely as thought, attacked and destroyed millions of those tremendously powerful war-fabrications of the Stretts? The only simple answer is that all nearby s.p.a.ce might very well have been torn out of the most radiant layers of S-Doradus itself.
Hilton made the hundred yards from office door to curb in just over twelve seconds. Larry was waiting. The car literally burned a hole in the atmosphere as it screamed its way to Ardane Field.
It landed with a thump. Heavy black streaks of synthetic rubber marked the pavement as it came to a screeching, shrieking stop at the flagship"s main lock. And, in the instant of closing that lock"s outer portal, all twenty-thousand-plus warships of the task force took off as one at ten gravities. Took off, and in less than one minute went into overdrive.
All personal haste was now over. Hilton went up into what he still thought of as the "control room," even though he knew that there were no controls, nor even any instruments, anywhere aboard. He knew what he would find there. Fast as he had acted, Temple had not had as far to go and she had got there first.
He could not have said, for the life of him, how he actually felt about this direct defiance of his direct orders. He walked into the room, sat down beside her and took her hand.
"I told you to stay home, Temple," he said.
"I know you did. But I"m not only the a.s.sistant head of your Psychology Department. I"m your wife, remember? "Until death do us part." And if there"s any way in the universe I can manage it, death isn"t going to part us--at least, this one isn"t. If this is it, we"ll go together."
"I know, sweetheart." He put his arm around her, held her close. "As a psych I wouldn"t give a whoop. You"d be expendable. But as my wife, especially now that you"re pregnant, you aren"t. You"re a lot more important to the future of our race than I am."
She stiffened in the circle of his arm. "What"s _that_ crack supposed to mean? Think I"d ever accept a synthetic zombie imitation of you for my husband and go on living with it just as though nothing had happened?"
Hilton started to say something, but Temple rushed heedlessly on: "_Drat_ the race! No matter how many children we ever have you were first and you"ll _stay_ first, and if you have to go I"ll go, too, so there! Besides, you know darn well that they can"t duplicate whatever it is that makes you Jarvis Hilton."
"Now wait a minute, Tempy. The conversion ..."
"Yes, the conversion," she interrupted, triumphantly. "The thing I"m talking about is immaterial--untouchable--they didn"t--couldn"t--do any thing about it at all. Kedy, will you please tell this big goofus that even though you have got Jarvis Hilton"s brain you aren"t Jarvis Hilton and never can be?"
The atmosphere of the room vibrated in the frequencies of a deep ba.s.s laugh. "You are trying to hold a completely untenable position, friend Hilton. Any attempt to convince a mind of real power that falsity is truth is illogical. My advice is for you to surrender."
That word hit Temple hard. "Not surrender, sweetheart. I"m not fighting you. I never will." She seized both of his hands; tears welled into her glorious eyes. "It"s just that I simply couldn"t _stand_ it to go on living without you!"
"I know, darling." He got up and lifted her to her feet, so that she could come properly into his arms. They stood there, silent and motionless, for minutes.
Temple finally released herself and, after feeling for a handkerchief she did not have, wiped her eyes with a forefinger and then wiped the finger on her bare leg. She grinned and turned to the Omans. "Prince, will you and Dark Lady please conjure us up a steak-and-mushrooms supper? They should be in the pantry ... since this _Sirius_ was designed for us."
After supper the two sat companionably on a davenport. "One thing about this business isn"t quite clear," Temple said. "Why all this tearing rush? They haven"t got the booster or anything like it, or they"d have used it. Surely it"ll take them a long time to go from the mere a.n.a.lysis of the forces and fields we used clear through to the production and installation of enough weapons to stop this whole fleet?"
"It surely won"t. They"ve had the absorption principle for ages.
Remember that first, ancient skeleton that drained all the power of our suits and boats in nothing flat? From there it isn"t too big a jump. And as for producing stuff; uh-_uh_! If there"s any limit to what they can do, I don"t know what it is. If we don"t slug "em before they get it, it"s curtains."
"I see.... I"m afraid. We"re almost there, darling."
He glanced at the chronometer. "About eleven minutes. And of course I don"t need to ask you to stay out of the way."
"Of course not. I won"t interfere, no matter what happens. All I"m going to do is hold your hand and pull for you with all my might."
"That"ll help, believe me. I"m mighty glad you"re along, sweetheart.
Even though both of us know you shouldn"t be."
The task force emerged. Each ship darted toward its pre-a.s.signed place in a mathematically exact envelope around the planet Strett.
Hilton sat on a davenport strained and still. His eyes were closed and every muscle tense. Left hand gripped the arm-rest so fiercely that fingertips were inches deep in the leather-covered padding.
The Stretts _knew_ that any such attack as this was futile. No movable structure or any combination of such structures could possibly wield enough power to break down screens powered by such engines as theirs.