Barstow shook his head. "I know my limitations. I"m an engineer, not a political executive; the Families were just a hobby with me. We need an expert in social administration."
When Barstow had convinced them that he meant it, other names were proposed and their qualifications debated at length. In a group as large as the Families there were many who had specialized in political science, many who had served in public office with credit.
Lazarus listened; he knew four of the candidates. At last he got Eve Barstow aside and whispered with her. She looked startled, then thoughtful, finally nodded.
She asked for the floor. "I have a candidate to propose," she began in her always gentle tones, "who might not ordinarily occur to you, but who is incomparably better fitted, by temperament, training, and experience, to do this job than is anyone as yet proposed. For civil administrator of the ship I nominate Slayton Ford."
They were flabbergasted into silence, then everybody tried to talk at once. "Has Eve lost her mind? Ford is back on Earth!"-"No, no, he"s not. I"ve seen him-here-in the ship."-"But it"s out of the question!"-"Him? The Families would never accept him!"-"Even so, he"s not one of us."
Eve patiently kept the floor until they quieted. "I know my nomination sounds ridiculous and I admit the difficulties. But consider the advantages. We all know Slayton Ford by reputation and by performance. You know, every member of the Families knows, that Ford is a genius in his field. It is going to be hard enough to work out plans for living together in this badly overcrowded ship; the best talent we can draw on will be no more than enough."
Her words impressed them because Ford was that rare thing in history, a statesman whose worth was almost universally acknowledged in his own lifetime. Contemporary historians credited him with having saved the Western Federation in at least two of its major development crises; it was his misfortune rather than his personal failure that his career was wrecked on a crisis not solvable by ordinary means.
"Eve," said Zaccur Barstown "1 agree with your opinion of Ford and I myself would be glad to have him as our executive. But how about all of the others? To the Families-everyone except ourselves here present-Mr. Administrator Ford symbolizes the persecution they have suffered. I think that makes him an impossible candidate."
Eve was gently stubborn. "I don"t think so. We"ve already agreed that we will have to work up a campaign to explain away a lot of embarra.s.sing facts about the last few days. Why don"t we do it thoroughly and convince them that Ford is a martyr who sacrificed himself to save them? He is, you know."
"Mmm . . . yes, he is. He didn"t sacrifice himself primarily on our account, but there is no doubt in my mind that his personal sacrifice saved us. But whether or not we can convince the others, convince them strongly enough that they will accept him and take orders from him . . . when he is now a sort of personal devil to them-well, I just don"t know. I think we need expert advice. How about it, Ralph? Could it be done?"
Ralph Schultz hesitated. "The truth of a proposition has little or nothing to do with its psychodynamics. The notion that "truth will prevail" is merely a pious wish; history doesn"t show it. The fact that Ford really is a martyr to whom we owe grat.i.tude is irrelevant to the purely technical question you put to me." He stopped to think. "But the proposition per se has certain sentimentally dramatic aspects which lend it to propaganda manipulation, even in the face of the currently accepted strong counterproposition. Yes . . . yes, I think it could be sold."
"How long would it take you to put it over?"
"Mmm . . . the social s.p.a.ce involved is both "tight" and "hot" in the jargon we use; I should be able to get a high positive "k" factor on the chain reaction-if it works at all. But it"s an unsurveyed field and I don"t know what spontaneous rumors are running around the ship. If you decide to do this, I"ll want to prepare some rumors before we adjourn, rumors to repair Ford"s reputation-then about twelve hours from now I can release another one that Ford is actually aboard . Because he intended from the first to throw his lot in with us."
"Ub, I hardly think he did, Ralph."- "Are you sure, Zaccur?"
"No, but- Well . . .
"You see? The truth about his original intentions is a secret between him - and his G.o.d. You don"t know and neither do I. But the dynamics of the proposition are a separate matter. Zaccur, by the time my rumor gets back to you three or four times, even you will begin to wonder." The psychornetrician paused to stare at nothing while he consulted an intuition refined by almost a century of mathematical study of human behavior. "Yes, it will work. If you all want to do it, you will be able to make a public announcement inside of twenty-four hours."
"I so move!" someone called out.
A few minutes later Barstow had Lazarus fetch Ford to the meeting place. Lazarus did not explain to him why his presence was required; Ford entered the compartment like a man come to judgment, one with a bitter certainty that the outcome will be against him. His manner showed fort.i.tude but not hope. His eyes were unhappy.
Lazarus had studied those eyes during the long hours they had been shut up together in the control room. They bore an expression Lazarus had seen many times before in his long life. The condemned man who has lost his final appeal, the fully resolved suicide, little furry things exhausted and defeated by struggle with the unrelenting steel of traps-the eyes of each of these hold a single expression, born of hopeless conviction that his time has run out.
Ford"s eyes had it.
Lazarus had seen it grow and had been puzzled by it. To be sure, they were all in a dangerous spot, but Ford no more I than the rest. Besides, awareness of danger brings a live expression; why should Ford"s eyes hold the signal of death? Lazarus finally decided that it could only be because Ford had reached the dead-end state of mind where suicide is necessary. But why? Lazarus mulled it over during the long watches in the control room and reconstructed the logic of it to his own satisfaction. Back on Earth, Ford had been important among his own kind, the short-lived. His paramount position had rendered him then almost immune to the feeling of defeated inferiority which the long-lived stirred up in normal men. But now he was the only ephemeral in a race of Methuselas.
Ford had neither the experience of the elders nor the expectations of the young; he felt inferior to them both, hopelessly outcla.s.sed. Correct or not, he felt himself to be a useless pensioner, an impotent object of charity.
To a person of Ford"s busy useful background the situation was intolerable. His very pride and strength of character were driving him to suicide.
As he came into the conference room Ford"s glance sought out Zaccur Barstow. "You sent for me, sir?"
"Yes, Mr. Administrator." Barstow explained briefly the situation and the responsibility thel wanted him to a.s.sume. "You are under no compulsion," he concluded, "but we need your services if you are willing to serve. Will you?"
Lazarus" heart felt light as he watched Ford"s expression change to amazement. "Do you really mean that?" Ford answered slowly. "You"re not joking with me?"
"Most certainly we mean it!"
Ford did not answer at once and when he did, his answer seemed irrelevant. "May I sit down?"
A place was found for him; he settled heavily into the chair and covered his face with his hands. No one spoke. Presently he raised his head and said in a steady voice, "If that is your will, I will do my best to carry out your wishes."
The ship required a captain as well as a civil administrator. Lazarus had been, up to that time, her captain in a very practical, piratical sense but he balked when Barstow proposed that it be made a formal t.i.tle. "Huh uh! Not me. I may just spend this trip playing checkers. Libby"s your man. Seriousminded, conscientious, former naval officer-just the type for the job."
Libby blushed as eyes turned toward him. "Now, really," he protested, "while it is true that I have had to command ships in the course of my duties, it has never suited me. I am a staff officer by temperament. I don"t feel like a commanding officer."
"Don"t see how you can duck out of it," Lazarus persisted. "You invented the go-fast gadget and you are the only one who understands how it works. You"ve got yourself a job, boy."
"But that does not follow at all," pleaded Libby. "1 am perfectly willing to be astrogator, for that is consonant with my talents. But I very much prefer to serve under a commanding officer."
Lazarus was smugly pleased then to see how Slayton Ford immediately moved in and took charge; the sick man was gone, here again was the executive. "It isn"t a matter of your personal preference, Commander Libby; we each must do what we can. I have agreed to direct social and civil organization; that is consonant with my training. But I can"t command the ship as a ship; I"m not trained for it. You are. You must do it."
Libby blushed pinker and stammered. "I would if I were the only one. But there are hundreds of s.p.a.cemen among the Families and dozens of them certainly have more experience; and talent for command than I have. If you"ll look for him, you"ll find the right man."
Ford said, "What do you think, Lazarus?"
"Um. Andy"s got something. A captain puts spine into his ship . . . or doesn"t, as the case may be. If Libby doesn"t hanker to command, maybe we"d better look around."
Justin Foote had a microed roster with him but there was no scanner at hand with which to sort it. Nevertheless the memories of the dozen and more present produced many candidates. They finally settled on Captain Rufus "Ruthless" King.
Libby was explaining the consequences of his light-pressure drive to his new commanding officer. "The loci of our attainable destinations is contained in a sheaf of paraboloids having their apices tangent to our present course. This a.s.sumes that acceleration by means of the ship"s normal drive will always be applied so that the magnitude our present vector, just under the speed of light, will be held constant. This will require that the ship be slowly precessed during the entire maneuvering acceleration. But it will not be too fussy because of the enormous difference in magnitude between our present vector and the maneuvering vectors being impressed on it. One may think of it roughly as accelerating at right angles to Our course."
"Yes, yes, I see that," Captain King cut in, "but why do you a.s.sume that the resultant vectors must always be equal to our present vector?"
"Why, it need not be if the Captain decides otherwise," Libby answered, looking puzzled, "but to apply a component that would reduce the resultant vector below our present speed would simply be to cause us to backtrack a little without increasing the scope of our present loci of possible destinations. The effect would only increase our flight time, to generations, even to centuries, if the resultant-"
"Certainly, certainly! I understand basic ballistics, Mister. But why do you reject the other alternative? Why not increase our speed? Why can"t I accelerate directly along my present course if I choose?"
Libby looked worried. "The Captain may, if he so orders. But it would be an attempt to exceed the speed of light. That has been a.s.sumed to be impossible-"
"That"s exactly what I was driving at: "a.s.sumed." I"ve always wondered if that a.s.sumption was justified. Now seems like a good time to find out."
Libby hesitated, his sense of duty struggling against the ecstatic temptations of scientific curiosity. "If this were a research ship, Captain, I would be anxious to try it. I can"t visualize what the conditions would be if we did pa.s.s the speed of light, but it seems to me that we would be cut off entirely from the electromagnetic spectrum insofar as other bodies are concerned. How could we see to astrogate?"
Libby had more than theory to worry him; they were "seeing" now only by electronic vision. To the human eye itself the hemisphere behind them along their track was a vasty black; the shortest radiations had dopplered to wavelengths too long for the eye. In the forward direction stars could still be seen but their visible "light" was made up of longest Hertzian waves crowded in by the ship"s incomprehensible speed. Dark "radio stars" shined at first magnitude; stars poor in radio wavelengths had faded to obscurity. The familiar constellations were changed beyond easy recognition. The fact that they were seeing by vision distorted by Doppler"s effect was confirmed by spectrum a.n.a.lysis; Fraunhofer"s lines had not merely shifted toward the violet end, they had pa.s.sed beyond, out of sight, and previously unknown patterns replaced them.
"Hmm . . ." King replied. "I see what you mean. But I"d certainly like to try it, d.a.m.n if I wouldn"t! But I admit it"s out of the question with pa.s.sengers inboard. Very well, prepare for me roughed courses to type "0" stars lying inside this trumpet-flower locus of yours and not too far away. Say ten light-years for your first search."
"Yes, sir. I have. I can"t offer anything in that range in the "0" types."
"So? Lonely out here, isn"t it? Well?"
"We have Tau Ceti inside the locus at eleven light-years." - "A 05, eh? Not too good."
"No, sir. But we have a true Sol type, a 02-catalog ZD9817. But it"s more than twice as far away."
Captain King chewed a knuckle. "I suppose I"ll have to put it up to the elders. How much subjective time advantage are we enjoying?"
"I don"t know, sir."
"Eh? Well~ work it out! Or give me the data and I will. I don"t claim to be the mathematician you are, but any cadet could solve that one. The equations are simple enough." - "So they are, sir. But I don"t have the data to subst.i.tute in the time-contraction equation . . -. because I have no way now to measure the ship"s speed. The violet shift is useless to use; we don"t know what the lines mean. I"m afraid we must wait until we have worked up a much longer baseline."
King sighed. "Mister, I sometimes wonder why I got into this business. Well, are you willing to venture a best guess? Long time? Short time?"
"Uh . . . a long time, sir. Years."
"So? Well, I"ve sweated it out in worse ships. Years, eh? Play any chess?"
"I have, sir." Libby did not mention that he had given up the game long ago for lack of adequate compet.i.tion.
"Looks like we"d have plenty of time to play. King"s p.a.w.n;to king four."
"King"s knight to bishop three."
"An unorthodox player, eh? Well, I"ll answer you later. I suppose I"d better try to sell them the 02 eyen though it takes longer . . . and I suppose I"d better caution Ford to start some contests and things. Can"t have "em getting coffin fever."
"Yes, sir. Did I mention deceleration time? It works out to just under one Earth year, subjective, at a negative one-gee, to slow us to stellar speeds."
"Eh? We"ll decelerate the same way we accelerated-with your light-pressure drive."
Libby shook his head. "I"m sorry, sir. The drawback of the light-pressure drive is that it makes no difference what your previous course and speed may be; if you go inertialess in the near neighborhood of a star, its light pressure kicks you away from it like a cork hit by a stream of water. Your previous momentum is canceled out when you cancel your inertia."
"Well," King conceded, "let"s a.s.sume that we will follow your schedule. I can"t argue with you yet; there are still some things about that gadget of yours that I don"t understand."
"There are lots of things about it," Libby answered seriously, "that I don"t understand either."
The ship had flicked by Earth"s...o...b..t less than ten minutes after Libby cut in his s.p.a.ce drive. Lazarus and he had discussed the esoteric physical aspects of it all the way to the orbit of Mars-less than a quarter hour. Jupiter"s path was far distant when Barstow called the organization conference. But it killed an hour to find them all in the crowded ship; by the time he called them to order they were a billion miles out beyond the orbit of Saturn-elapsed time from "Go!" less than an hour and a half.
But the blocks get longer after Saturn. Ura.n.u.s found them still in discussion. Nevertheless Ford"s name was agreed on and he had accepted before the ship was as far from the Sun as is Neptune. King had been named captain, had toured his new command with Lazarus as guide, and was already in conference with his astrogator when the ship pa.s.sed the orbit of Pluto nearly four billion miles deep into s.p.a.ce, but still less than six hours after the Sun"s light had blasted them away.
Even then they were not outside the Solar System, but between them and the stars lay nothing but the winter homes of Sol"s comets and hiding places of hypothetical trans-Plutonian planets-s.p.a.ce in which the Sun holds options but can hardly be said to own in fee simple. But even the nearest stars were still light-years away. New Frontiers was headed for them at a pace which crowded the heels of light-weather cold, track fast.
Out, out, and still farther out . . . out to the lonely depths where world lines are almost straight, undistorted by gravitation. Each day, each month . . . each year . . . their headlong flight took them farther from all humanity.
PART TWO.
The ship lunged on, alone in the desert of night, each lightyear as empty as the last. The Families built up a way of life in her.
The New Frontiers was approximately cylindrical. When not under acceleration, she was spun on her axis to give pseudo-weight to pa.s.sengers near the outer skin of the ship; the outer or "lower" compartments were living quarters while the innermost or "upper" compartments were store-rooms and so forth. Between compartments were shops, hydroponic farms and such. Along the axis, fore to aft, were the control room, the converter, and the main drive.
The design will be recognized as similar to that of the larger free-flight interplanetary ships in use today, but it is necessary to bear in mind her enormous size. She was a city, with ample room for a colony of twenty thousand, which would have allowed the planned complement of ten thousand to double their numbers during the long voyage to Proxima Centauri.
Thus, big as she was, the hundred thousand and more of the Families found themselves overcrowded fivefold.
They put up with it only long enough to rig for cold-sleep. By converting some recreation s.p.a.ce on the lower levels to storage, room was squeezed out for the purpose. Somnolents require about one per cent the living room needed by active, functioning humans; in time the ship was roomy enough for those still awake. Volunteers for cold-sleep were not numerous at first-these people were more than commonly aware of death because of their unique heritage; cold-sleep seemed too much like the Last Sleep. But the great discomfort of extreme overcrowding combined with the equally extreme monotony of the endless voyage changed their minds rapidly enough to provide a steady supply for the little death as fast as they could be accommodated.
Those who remained awake were kept humping simply to get the work done-the ship"s houskeeping, tending the hydroponic farms and the ship"s auxiliary machinery and, most especially, caring for the somnolents themselves. Biomechanicians have worked out complex empirical formulas describing body deterioration and the measures which must be taken to offset it under various conditions of impressed acceleration, ambient temperature, the drugs used, and other factors such as metabolic age, body ma.s.s, s.e.x, and so forth. By using the upper, low-weight compartments, deterioration caused by acceleration (that is to say, the simple weight of body tissues on themselves, the wear that leads to flat feet or bed sores) could be held to a minimum. But all the care of the somnolents had to be done by hand-turning them, ma.s.saging them, checking on blood sugar, testing the slow-motion heart actions, all the tests and services necessary to make sure that extremely reduced metabolism does not slide over into death. Aside from a dozen stalls in the ship"s infirmary she had not been designed for cold-sleep pa.s.sengers; no automatic machinery had been provided. All this tedious care of tens of thousands of somnolents had to be done by hand.
Eleanor Johnson ran across her friend, Nancy Weatheral, in Refectory 9-D--called "The Club" by its habitues, less flattering things by those who avoided it. Most of its frequenters were young and noisy. Lazarus was the only elder who ate there often. He did not mind noise, he enjoyed it.
Eleanor swooped down on her friend and kissed the back of her neck. "Nancy! So you are awake again! My, I"m glad to see you!"
Nancy disentangled herself. "H"lo, b~e. Don"t spill my coffee."
"Well! Aren"t you glad to see me?"
"Of course I am. But you forget that while it"s been a year to you, it"s only yesterday to me. And I"m still sleepy."
"How long have you been awake, Nancy?"
"A couple of hours. How"s that kid of yours?"
"Oh, he"s fine!" Eleanor Johnson"s face brightened. "You wouldn"t know him-he"s shot up fast this past year. Almost up to my shoulder and looking more like his father every day."
Nancy changed the subject. Eleanor"s friends made a point of keeping Eleanor"s deceased husband out of the conversation. "What have you been doing while I was snoozing? Still teaching primary?" - "Yes. Or rather "No." I stay with the age group my Hubert is in. He"s in junior secondary now."
"Why don"t you catch a few months" sleep and skip some of that drudgery, Eleanor? You"ll make an old woman out of yourself if you keep it up;" - - "No," Eleanor refused, "not until Hubert is old enough not to need me."
"Don"t be sentimental. Half the female volunteers are women with young children. I don"t blame "em a bit. Look at me-from my point of view the trip so far has lasted only seven months. I could do the rest of it standing on my head."
Eleanor looked stubborn. "No, thank you. That may be all right for you, but I am doing very nicely as I am."
Lazarus had been sitting at the same counter doing drastic damage to a sirloin steak surrogate. "She"s afraid she"ll miss something," he explained. "I don"t blame her. So am I."
Nancy changed her tack. "Then have another child, Eleanor. That"ll get you relieved from routine duties."
"It takes two to arrange that," Eleanor pointed out.