Andy hooked it up.
"Go ahead," urged Lazarus. "Push the b.u.t.ton, throw the switch, cut the beam. Make it march."
"I have," Libby insisted. "Look at the Sun."
"Huh? Oh!"
The great circle of blackness which had marked the position of the Sun on the star-speckled stellarium was shrinking rapidly. In a dozen heartbeats it lost half its diameter; twenty seconds later it had dwindled to a quarter of its original width.
"It worked," Lazarus said softly. "Look at it, Slayton! Sign me up as a purple baboon-it worked!"
"I rather thought it would," Libby answered seriously. "It should, you know."
"Hmm- That may be evident to you, Andy. It"s not to me. How fast are we going?"
"Relative to what?"
"Uh, relative to the Sun."
"I haven"t had opportunity to measure it, but it seems to be just under the speed of light. It can"t be greater."
"Why not? Aside from theoretical considerations."
"We still see." Libby pointed at the stellarium bowl.
"Yeah, so we do," Lazarus mused. "Hey! We shouldn"t be able to. I ought to doppler out."
Libby looked blank, then smiled. "But it dopplers right back in. Over on that side, toward the Sun, we"re seeing by short radiations stretched to visibility. On the opposite side we"re picking up something around radio wavelengths dopplered down to light."
"And in between?"
"Quit pulling my leg, Lazarus. I"m sure you can work out relatively vector additions quite as well as I can."
"You work it out," Lazarus said firmly. "I"m just going to sit here and admire it. Eh, Slayton?"
"Yes. Yes indeed."
Libby smiled politely. "We might as well quit wasting ma.s.s on the main drive." He sounded the warner, then cut the drive. "Now we can return to normal conditions." He started to disconnect his gadget.
Lazarus said hastily, "Hold it, Andy! We aren"t even outside the orbit of Mercury yet. Why put on the brakes?"
"Why, this won"t stop us. We have acquired velocity; we will keep it."
Lazarus pulled at his cheek and stared. "Ordinarily I would agree with you. First Law of Motion. But with this pseudospeed I"m not so sure. We got it for nothing and we haven"t paid for it-in energy, I mean. You seem to have declared a holiday with respect to inertia; when the holiday is over, won"t all that free speed go back where it came from?"
"I don"t think so," Libby answered. "Our velocity isn"t "pseudo" anything; it"s as real as velocity can be. You are attempting to apply verbal anthropomorphic logic to a field in which it is not pertinent. You would not expect us to be transported instantaneously back to the lower gravitational potential from which we started, would you?"
"Back to where you hooked in your s.p.a.ce drive? No, we"ve moved."
"And we"ll keep on moving. Our newly acquired gravitational potential energy of greater height above the Sun is no more real than our present kinetic energy of velocity. They both exist."
Lazarus looked baffled. The expression did not suit him. "~I guess you"ve got me, Andy. No matter how I slice it, we seemed to have picked up energy from somewhere. But where? When I went to school, they taught me to honor the Flag, vote the straight party ticket, and believe in the law of conservation of energy. Seems like you"ve violated it. How about it?"
"Don"t worry about it," suggested Libby. "The so-called law of conservation of energy was merely a working hypothesis, unproved and unprovable, used to describe gross phenomena. Its terms apply only to the older, dynamic concept of the world. In a plenum conceived as a static grid of relationships, a "violation" of that "law" is nothing more startling than a discontinuous function, to be noted and described. That"s what I did. I saw a discontinuity in the mathematical model of the aspect of ma.s.s-energy called inertia. I applied it. The mathematical model turned out to be similar to the real world. That was the only hazard, really-one never knows that a mathematical model is similar to the real world until you try it."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, you can"t tell the taste till you bite it- but, Andy, I still don"t see what caused it!" He turned toward Ford. "Do you, Slayton?"
Ford shook his head. "No. I would like to know . . . but I doubt if I could understand it."
"You and me both. Well, Andy?"
Now Libby looked baffled. ~"But, Lazarus, causality has nothing to do with the real plenum. A fact simply is. Causality is merely an old-fashioned-postulate of a pre-scientific philosophy."
"I guess," Lazarus said slowly, "I"m old-fashioned."
Libby said nothing. He disconnected his apparatus.
The disc of black continued to shrink. When it had shrunk to about one sixth its greatest diameter, it changed suddenly from black to shining white, as the ship"s distance from the Sun again was great enough to permit the receptors to manage the load.
Lazarus tried to work out in his head the kinetic energy of the ship-one half the square of the velocity of light (minus a pinch, he corrected) times the mighty tonnage of -the New Frontiers. The answer did not comfort him, whether he called it ergs or apples.
Chapter 8.
"FIRST THINGS FIRST," interrupted Barstow. "I"m as fascinated by the amazing scientific aspects of our present situation as any of you, but we"ve got work to do. We"ve got to plan a pattern for daily living at once. So let"s table mathematical physics and talk about organization."
He was not speaking to the trustees but to his own personal lieutenants, the key people in helping him put over the complex maneuvers which had made their escape possible-Ralph Schultz, Eve Barstow, Mary Sperling, Justin Foote, Clive Johnson, about a dozen others.
Lazarus and Libby were there. Lazarus had left Slayton Ford to guard the control room, with orders to turn away all visitors and, above all, not to let anyone touch the controls. It was a make-work job, it being Lazarus" notion of temporary occupational therapy. He bad sensed in Ford a mental condition that he did not like. Ford seemed to have withdrawn into himself. He answered when spoken to, but that was all. It worried Lazarus.
"We need an executive," Barstow went on, "someone who, for the time being will have very broad powers to give orders and have them carried out. He"ll have to make decisions, organize us, a.s.sign duties and responsibilities, get the internal economy of the ship working. It"s a big job and I would like to have our brethren hold an election and do it democratically. That"ll have to wait; somebody has to give orders now. We"re wasting food and the ship is-well, I wish you could have seen the "fresher I tried to use today."
"Zaccur . . .
"Yes, Eve?"
"It seems to me that the thing to do is to put it up to the trustees. We haven"t any authority; we were just an emergency group for something that is finished now."
"Ahrruniph-" It was Justin Foote, in tones as dry and formal as his face. "I differ somewhat from our sister. The trustees are not conversant with the full background; it would take time we can ill afford to put them into the picture, as it were, before they would be able to judge the matter. Furthermore, being one of the trustees myself, I am able to say without bias that the trustees, as an organized group, can have no jurisdiction because legally they no longer exist."
Lazarus looked interested. "How do you figure that, Justin?"
"Thusly: the board of trustees were the custodians of a foundation which existed as a part of and in relation to a society. The trustees were never a government; their sole duties had to do with relations between the Families and the rest of that society. With the ending of relationship between the Families and terrestrial society, the board of trustees, ipso facto, ceases to exist. it is one with history. Now we in this ship are not yet a society, we are an anarchistic group. This present a.s.semblage has as much-or as little-authority to initiate a society as has any part group.
Latarus cheered and clapped. "Justin," he applauded, "that is the neatest piece of verbal juggling I"ve heard in a century. Let"s get together sometime and have a go at solipsism."
Justin Foote looked pained. "Obviously-" he began.
"Nope! Not another word! You"ve convinced me, don"t spoil it. If that"s how it is, let"s get busy and pick a bull moose. How about you, Zack? You look like the logical candidate."
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."