The old man was beaming, proud of it. He didn"t know it wasn"t skill but the built-in safety factor, all the stabilizing mechanisms coming into play at once. Demarest, the chief of construction, had seen to it that the ships were well designed. Marlowe would have to commend him when he got here.
A thought occurred to the training director. If the stabilizing mechanisms were there, why not use them always? Of course, it wasn"t that simple. Interplanetary ship stabilizers weren"t effective at high speed.
Another thought crowded in. Why such high speed? That was something over which there was no choice. The protective atmosphere had to be left swiftly. The speed was added to at every opportunity. It was possible to slow down only at the last moment. Otherwise....
Otherwise what?
There was no escape from the conclusion--otherwise heredity was altered and mutations would result. Marlowe sat back. This was true without exception. It was the biggest factor that controlled the conditions of interplanetary flight. But--
_They"d had their children!_
Marlowe"s pulse increased. As training director, he"d learned not to leap at things that merely looked good. He had to examine them carefully. But--well, it was a new approach, though he couldn"t really expect anything from it. There was more to a crew than a pilot, more to s.p.a.ce flight than one incredible lucky voyage, for angels took vacations, too.
"You weren"t on duty at all times," Marlowe pointed out. "Then there"s navigation."
"Don"t sleep much," said Ethan. "Catnap once in a while." He thought it over. "When I did sleep, "Mantha helped out." He looked at her. "I"m not the expert on navigation. You"d better ask her."
"_No!_" cried Marlowe.
"Why not? Just because I"m a woman?" Her eyes were bright.
"But who taught you navigation?"
Amantha sniffed. "Look here, young man, don"t tell me what I can learn."
She closed her eyes and imagination carried her back to the ship. "Lots of dials and gadgets--but I used to have near as many in my kitchen before they said I was too old to cook. Anyway, you don"t have to figure it out on paper. If you look at things just right, you sort of know where you are."
Amantha folded her hands. "First, you take a big handful of the Sun"s attraction and mix it with a bigger scoop of the gravitation of the planet you happen to be on. For us, that was Mars. Then you add a pinch of acceleration. That"s what makes you rise. When you get out a ways, you decrease Mars and add more Earth and another pinch of Sun, stirring it around in your mind each day until it feels just right."
She smiled. "I never did hold with too much measuring."
The muscles in Marlowe"s chest felt cramped from holding his breath in.
While she spoke, he could almost believe she knew what she was doing, that she had a knack for it. Perhaps she did--brief flashes of clarity swept over her senile, beclouded mind. And the same with the old man.
These instances of sanity--and luck--had pulled them through.
The ship was back, unharmed. He shouldn"t ask for more. And yet--they had made it to Earth.
The chute in the desk clattered noisily and ejected a packet. Marlowe looked at it--it was for him. The full medical report; it had been slow in coming. But this was a small town. The doctor who had looked them over was good, though. Marlowe made certain of that.
He opened the report and read. When he finished, he knew that though luck and angels had been with them on takeoff and part of the pa.s.sage--along with dimly remembered fragments of unrelated skills that had somehow coalesced into a working knowledge of how to run a ship--it wasn"t the whole story. When they landed on Earth, it was no miracle.
They had known what they were doing.
"What is it?" asked Ethan. "Habeas corpus?"
"No," said Marlowe. But in one sense it was, though of a kind that no mere judge could return a verdict on. He read the report again.
"No evidence of mental senility," it said in part. "Micro-samples of brain cells seem to be taken from someone about forty or fifty. Physical reactions are slow but firm and consistent. There are puzzling aspects.
Certain obscure functions apparently are those of septuagenarians.
Others are in keeping with the mental age. The weakest organs govern, of course; they should live another thirty years, as if they really were in their seventies. However, locomotion and judgment should not be impaired until the very end. Query: Are you sure these are the people I was supposed to examine? I couldn"t find that deep, inoperable, though non-malignant tumor the man was supposed to have."
Marlowe folded and refolded the report. Radiation could kill. But it could also cure. It was a standard treatment. But never so drastic and not on the aged for this purpose. He had come at once on two monumental discoveries, both by accident. How many discoveries _were_ accidental?
These two wouldn"t live longer, but they would have a better life and in full possession of their senses.
"Sure, we borrowed--stole the ship," said Ethan abruptly, interrupting Marlowe"s thoughts. "You got it back, but that don"t change things.
We"ve got money. We might have enough to pay for most of the fuel."
"It"s not necessary. We"ll charge it off as an experiment." Marlowe tried to frown. Perhaps he succeeded. "In return for not prosecuting, I want you to abandon your pension and go to work for Interplanet Transport."
Ethan"s joints creaked as he sat up eagerly. "Work it off? Sounds fair."
There were wrinkles on his face and there never would be any less, but they weren"t as deep as they had been, not when they formed the network of a smile. "I can sweep out a ship. Maybe you"d even let me go on a trip once in a while. I could be a cabin boy."
They had been considered useless and incapable for so long that they still didn"t realize what he was saying. They weren"t childish, but they thought they were. Re-education would have to proceed slowly.
"I had a trip in mind for you," said Marlowe. "And Amantha will have to go to work, too."
"Young man, it"s been a long time since I cooked anything but one ca.n.a.lberry shortcake, but you just watch what I can stir up."
"I"ve got just the place for you," Marlowe answered. "One more stipulation--don"t talk about your experiences. If reporters come around, and I think they will, say merely that we traced the ship and, after conferring with you, decided to drop all charges. Understand?"
Amantha nodded. "Look bad for you, wouldn"t it? Not guarding the ships any better than that, I mean."
He was thankful their minds had merely been resharpened, that they would never regain their original edge. She was right--it _would_ look bad.
Also, the company had compet.i.tors. And by the time _they_ got wind of it, he wanted to have a head-start. Only a few of the aged would fit in with his plans, though the rest would benefit, and by more than a change of status.
Marlowe nodded. "That"s it. Report tomorrow and we"ll go over your a.s.signments."
"Guess you don"t know what we"re like," said Ethan. "We"ve hardly seen our littlest grandson yet. What do you suppose we stole--experimented with the ship for?"
Marlowe watched them go and, as the door closed, began to write hurriedly. The others would be here soon. He wanted to have it summarized by the time they arrived.
Half an hour later, he looked at what he"d put down. It was on the back of the medical report.
"Memo: Change the design of our lastest ship. Instead of a heavy-hulled, superfast rocket, requiring the utmost in bodily coordination and stamina, reverse every specification. Permeability to radiation no objection."
He chuckled. Demarest would threaten to resign. It violated every precept he had ever learned. But the engineer would change his mind when he saw the rest of it.
Marlowe read on: "Top speed need not be high. Emphasis should be placed on safety. Must be maneuverable by operators whose reactive time is not fast, but whose judgment and foresight are trustworthy. Stress simplicity.
"Memo No. 2: Inaugurate another cla.s.s of service. In addition to fast speedy pa.s.sages when planets are close, a freight system that can operate continuously is now possible. The planets will open up faster if a steady supply route can be maintained. Older pa.s.sengers will be a mainstay, especially since therapeutic value is sure to be disclosed.
Estimated time to prepare for first run--one year minimum.
"Memo No. 3: Recruiting. Do not overlook the most unlikely skill. It may indicate undisclosed ability of high order.