The fragments were motionless, but that was only because the ships had taken up an orbit about Saturn equivalent to that of the outer edge of the rings.
The day before, Rioz reflected, he had been on that nearest fragment, working along with more than a score of others to mold it into the desired shape. Tomorrow he would be at it again.
Today-today he was s.p.a.ce-floating.
"Mario?" The voice that broke upon his earphones was questioning.
Momentarily Rioz was flooded with annoyance. d.a.m.n it, he wasn"t in the mood for company.
"Speaking," he said.
"I thought I had your ship spotted. How are you?"
"Fine. That you, Ted?"
"That"s right," said Long.
"Anything wrong on the fragment?"
"Nothing. I"m out here floating."
"You?"
"It gets me, too, occasionally. Beautiful, isn"t it?"
"Nice," agreed Rioz.
"You know, I"ve read Earth books--."
"Grounder books, you mean." Rioz yawned and found if difficult under the circ.u.mstances to use the expression with the proper amount of resentment.
"-and sometimes I read descriptions of people lying on gra.s.s," continued Long. "You know that green stuff like thin, long pieces of paper they have all over the ground down there, and they look up at the blue sky with clouds in it. Did you ever see any films of that?"
"Sure. It didn"t attract me. It looked cold."
"I suppose it isn"t, though. After all, Earth is quite close to the Sun, and they say their atmosphere is thick enough to hold the heat. I must admit that personally I would hate to be caught under open sky with nothing on but clothes. Still, I imagine they like it."
"Grounders are nuts!"
"They talk about the trees, big brown stalks, and the winds, air movements, you know."
"You mean drafts. They can keep that, too."
"It doesn"t matter. The point is they describe it beautifully, almost pa.s.sionately. Many times I"ve wondered. "What"s it really like? Will I ever feel it or is this something only Earth-men can possibly feel?" I"ve felt so often that I was missing something vital. Now I know what it must be like. It"s this. Complete peace in the middle of a beauty-drenched universe."
Rioz said, "They wouldn"t like it. The Grounders, I mean. They"re so used to their own lousy little world they wouldn"t appreciate what it"s like to float and look down on Saturn." He flipped his body slightly and began swaying back and forth about his center of ma.s.s, slowly, soothingly.
Long said, "Yes, I think so too. They"re slaves to their planet. Even if they come to Mars, it will only be their children that are free. There"ll be starships someday; great, huge things that can carry thousands of people and maintain their self-contained equilibrium for decades, maybe centuries. Mankind will spread through the whole Galaxy. But people will have to live their lives out on shipboard until new methods of inter-stellar travel are developed, so it will be Martians, not planet-bound Earthmen, who will colonize the Universe. That"s inevitable. It"s got to be. It"s the Martian way."
But Rioz made no answer. He had dropped off to sleep again, rocking and swaying gently, half a million miles above Saturn.
SEVEN.
The work shift of the ring fragment was the tail of the coin. The weightlessness, peace, and privacy of the s.p.a.ce-float gave place to something that had neither peace nor privacy. Even the weightlessness, which continued, became more a purgatory than a paradise under the new conditions. Try to manipulate an ordinarily non-portable heat projector. It could be lifted despite the fact that it was six feet high and wide and almost solid metal, since it weighed only a fraction of an ounce. But its inertia was exactly what it had always been, which meant that if it wasn"t moved into position very slowly, it would just keep on going, taking you with it. Then you would have to hike the pseudo-grav field of your suit and come down with a jar.
Keralski had hiked the field a little too high and he came down a little too roughly, with the projector coming down with him at a dangerous angle. His crushed ankle had been the first casualty of the expedition.
Rioz was swearing fluently and nearly continuously. He continued to have the impulse to drag the back of his hand across his forehead in order to wipe away the acc.u.mulating sweat. The few times that he had succ.u.mbed to the impulse, metal had met silicone with a clash that rang loudly inside his suit, but served no useful purpose. The desiccators within the suit were sucking at maximum and, of course, recovering the water and restoring ion-exchanged liquid, containing a careful proportion of salt, into the appropriate receptacle.
Rioz yelled, "d.a.m.n it, d.i.c.k, wait till I give the word, will you?"
And Swenson"s voice rang in his ears, "Well, how long am I supposed to sit here?"
"Till I say," replied Rioz.
He strengthened pseudo-grav and lifted the projector a bit. He released pseudo-grav, insuring that the projector would stay in place for minutes even if he withdrew support altogether. He kicked the cable out of the way (it stretched beyond the close "horizon" to a power source that was out of sight) and touched the release.
The material of which the fragment was composed bubbled and vanished under its touch. A section of the lip of the tremendous cavity he had already carved into its substance melted away and a roughness in its contour had disappeared.
"Try it now," called Rioz.
Swenson was in the ship that was hovering nearly over Rioz"s head.
Swenson called, "All clear?"
"I told you to go ahead."
It was a feeble flicker of steam that issued from one of the ship"s forward vents. The ship drifted down toward the ring fragment. Another flicker adjusted a tendency to drift sidewise. It came down straight.
A third flicker to the rear slowed it to a feather rate.
Rioz watched tensely. "Keep her coming. You"ll make it. You"ll make it."
The rear of the ship entered the hole, nearly filling it. The bellying walls came closer and closer to its rim. There was a grinding vibration as the ship"s motion halted.
It was Swenson"s turn to curse. "It doesn"t fit," he said.
Rioz threw the projector groundward in a pa.s.sion and went flailing up into s.p.a.ce. The projector kicked up a white crystalline dust all about it, and when Rioz came down under pseudo-grav, he did the same.
He said, "You went in on the bias, you dump Grounder."
"I hit it level, you dirt-eating farmer."
Backward-pointing side jets of the ship were blasting more strongly than before, and Rioz hopped to get out of the way.
The ship sc.r.a.ped up from the pit, then shot into s.p.a.ce half a mile before forward jets could bring it to a halt.
Swenson said tensely, "We"ll spring half a dozen plates if we do this once again. Get it right, will you?"
"II get it right. Don"t worry about it. Just you come in right."
Rioz lumped upward and allowed himself to climb three hundred yards to get an over-all look at the cavity. The gouge marks of the ship were plain enough. They were concentrated at one point halfway down the pit. He would get that It began to melt outward under the blaze of the projector.
Half an hour later the ship snuggled neatly into its cavity, and Swenson, wearing his s.p.a.ce suit, emerged to join Rioz.
Swenson said, "If you want to step in and climb out of the suit, I"ll take care of the icing."
"It"s all right," said Rioz. "I"d just as soon sit here and watch Saturn."
He sat down at the lip of the pit. There was a six-foot gap between it and the ship. In some places about the circle, it was two feet; in a few places, even merely a matter of inches. You couldn"t expect a better fit out of handwork. The final adjustment would be made by steaming ice gently and letting it freeze into the cavity between the lip and the ship.
Saturn moved visibly across the sky, its vast bulk inching below the horizon.
Rioz said, "How many ships are left to put in place?"
Swenson said, "Last I heard, it was eleven. We"re in now, so that means only ten. Seven of the ones that are placed are iced in. Two or three are dismantled."
"We"re coming alone fine."
"There"s plenty to do yet. Don"t forget the main jets at the other end. And the cables and the power lines. Sometimes I wonder if we"ll make it. On the way out, it didn"t bother me so much, but just now I was sitting at the controls and I was saying, "We won"t make it. Well sit out here and starve and die with nothing but Saturn over us." It makes me feel-"
He didn"t explain how it made him feel. He just sat there.
Rioz said, "You think too d.a.m.n much."
"It"s different with you," said Swenson. "I keep thinking of Pete-and Dora."
"What for? She said you could go, didn"t she? The Commissioner gave her that talk on patriotism and how you"d be a hero and set for life once you got back, and she said you could go. You didn"t sneak out the way Adams did."
"Adams is different. That wife of his should have been shot when she was born. Some women can make h.e.l.l for a guy, can"t they? She didn"t want him to go-but she"d probably rather he didn"t come back if she can get his settlement pay."
"What"s your kick, then? Dora wants you back, doesn"t she?"
Swenson sighed. "I never treated her right."
"You turned over your pay, it seems to me. I wouldn"t do that for any woman. Money for value received, not a cent more."
"Money isn"t it. I get to thinking out here. A woman likes company. A kid needs his father. What am I doing way out here?"
"Getting set to go home."
"Ah-h, you don"t understand."
EIGHT.
Ted Long wandered over the ridged surface of the ring fragment with his spirits as icy as the ground he walked on. It had all seemed perfectly logical back on Mars, but that was Mars. He had worked it out carefully in his mind in perfectly reasonable steps. He could still remember exactly how it went. It didn"t take a ton of water to move a ton of ship. It was not ma.s.s equals ma.s.s, but ma.s.s times velocity equals ma.s.s times velocity. It didn"t matter, in other words, whether you shot out a ton of water at a mile a second or a hundred pounds of water at twenty miles a second. You got the same velocity out of the ship.
That meant the jet nozzles had to be made narrower and the steam hotter. But then drawbacks appeared. The narrower the nozzle, the more energy was lost in friction and turbulence. The hotter the steam, the more refractory the nozzle had to be and the shorter its life. The limit In that direction was quickly reached.
Then, since a given weight of water could move considerably more than its own weight under the narrow-nozzle conditions, it paid to be big. The bigger the water-storage s.p.a.ce, the larger the size of the actual travel-head, even in proportion. So they started to make liners heavier and bigger. But then the larger the sh.e.l.l, the heavier the bracings, the more difficult the weldings, the more exacting the engineering requirements. At the moment, the limit in that direction had been reached also.
And then he had put his finger on what had seemed to him to be the basic flaw-the original unswervable conception that the fuel had to be placed inside the ship; the metal had to be built to encircle a million tons of water.
Why? Water did not have to be water. It could be ice, and ice could be shaped. Holes could be melted into it. Travel-heads and jets could be fitted into it. Cables could hold travel-heads and jets stiffly together under the influence of magnetic field-force grips.
Long felt the trembling of the ground he walked on. He was at the head of the fragment. A dozen ships were blasting in and out of sheaths carved into its substance, and the fragment shuddered under the continuing impact.
The ice didn"t have to be quarried. It existed in proper chunks in the rings of Saturn. That"s all the rings were-pieces of nearly pure ice, circling Saturn. So spectroscopy stated and so it had turned out to be. He was standing on one such piece now, over two miles long, nearly one mile thick. It was almost half a billion tons of water, all in one piece, and he was standing on it.
But now he was face to face with the realities of life. He had never told the men just how quickly he had expected to set up the fragment as a ship, but in his heart, he had imagined it would be two days. It was a week now and he didn"t dare to estimate the remaining time. He no longer even had any confidence that the task was a possible one. Would they be able to control jets with enough delicacy through leads slung across two miles of ice to manipulate out of Saturn"s dragging gravity?
Drinking water was low, though they could always distill more out of the ice. Still, the food stores were not in a good way either.
He paused, looked up into the sky, eyes straining. Was the object growing larger? He ought to measure its distance. Actually, he lacked the spirit to add that trouble to the others. His mind slid back to greater immediacies.
Morale, at, least, was high. The men seemed to enjoy being out Saturn-way. They were the first humans to penetrate this far, the first to pa.s.s the asteroids, the first to see Jupiter like a glowing pebble to the naked eye, the first to see Saturn-like that.
He didn"t think fifty practical, case-hardened, sh.e.l.l-s.n.a.t.c.hing Scavengers would take time to feel that sort of emotion. But they did. And they were proud.
Two men and a half-buried ship slid up the moving horizon as he walked.
He called crisply, "h.e.l.lo, there!"
Rioz answered, "That you, Ted?"
"You bet. Is that d.i.c.k with you?"
"Sure. Come on, sit down. We were just getting ready to ice in and we were looking for an excuse to delay."
"I"m not," said Swenson promptly. "When will we be leaving, Ted?"
"As soon as we get through. That"s no answer, is it?"
Swenson said dispiritedly. "I suppose there isn"t any other answer."
Long looked up, staring at the irregular bright splotch in the sky.