"Don"t let it worry you," advised Erickson. "There"s a spotter on the job now. Look." Harper followed his companion"s eyes and recognized Dr. Mott of the psychological staff. He was leaning against the far end of the bar, and nursing a tall gla.s.s, which gave him protective coloration. But his stance was such that his field of vision included not only Hannigan, but Erickson and Harper as well.
"Yeah, and he"s studying us as well," Harper added. "d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l, why does it make my back hair rise just to lay eyes on one of them?"
The question was rhetorical; Erickson ignored it. "Let"s get out of here,"
he suggested, "and have dinner somewhere else."
"O.K.".
DeLancey himself waited on them as they left. "Going so soon, gentlemen?"
he asked, in a voice that implied that their departure would leave him no reason to stay open. "Beautiful lobster thermidor tonight. If you do not like it, you need not pay." He smiled brightly.
"Not sea food, Lance," Harper told him, "not tonight. Tell me - why do you stick around here when you know that the bomb is bound to get you in the long run? Aren"t you afraid of it?"
The tavern keeper"s eyebrows shot up. "Afraid of the bomb? But it is my friend!"
"Makes you money, eh?"
"Oh, I do not mean that." He leaned toward them confidentially. "Five years ago I come here to make some money quickly for my family before my cancer of the stomach, it kills me. At the clinic, with the wonderful new radiants you gentlemen make with the aid of the bomb, I am cured - I live again. No, I am not afraid of the bomb; it is my good friend."
"Suppose it blows up?"
"When the good Lord needs me, He will take me." He crossed himself quickly.
As they turned away, Erickson commented in a low voice to Harper, "There"s your answer, Cal - if all us engineers had his faith, the bomb wouldn"t get us down."
Harper was unconvinced. "I don"t know," he mused. "I don"t think it"s faith; I think it"s lack of imagination - and knowledge."
Notwithstanding King"s confidence, Lentz did not show up until the next day. The superintendent was subconsciously a little surprised at his visitor"s appearance. He had pictured a master psychologist as wearing flowing hair, an imperial, and having piercing black eyes. But this man was not very tall, was heavy in his framework, and fat - almost gross. He might have been a butcher. Little, piggy, faded-blue eyes peered merrily out from beneath s.h.a.ggy blond brows. There was no hair anywhere else on the enormous skull, and the apelike jaw was smooth and pink. He was dressed in mussed pajamas of unbleached linen. A long cigarette holder jutted permanently from one corner of a wide mouth widened still more by a smile which suggested unmalicious amus.e.m.e.nt at the worst that life, or men, could do.
He had gusto. King found him remarkably easy to talk to.
At Lentz"s suggestion the superintendent went first into the history of the atomic power plant, how the fission of the uranium atom by Dr. Otto Hahn in December, 1938, had opened up the way to atomic power. The door was opened just a crack; the process to be self-perpetuating and commercially usable required an enormously greater ma.s.s of uranium than there was available in the entire civilized world at that time.
But the discovery, fifteen years later, of enormous deposits of pitchblende in the old rock underlying Little America removed that obstacle. The deposits were similar to those previously worked at Great Bear Lake in the arctic north of Canada, but so much more extensive that the eventual possibility of acc.u.mulating enough uranium to build an atomic power plant became evident.
The demand for commercially usable, cheap power had never been satiated.
Even the Douglas-Martin sun-power screens, used to drive the roaring road cities of the period and for a myriad other industrial purposes, were not sufficient to fill the ever-growing demand. They had saved the country from impending famine of oil and coal, but their maximum output of approximately one horsepower per square yard of sun-illuminated surface put a definite limit to the power from that source available in any given geographical area. Atomic power was needed - was demanded.
But theoretical atomic physics predicted that a uranium ma.s.s sufficiently large to a.s.sist in its own disintegration might a.s.sist too well - blow up instantaneously,
with such force that it would probably wreck every man-made structure on the globe and conceivably destroy the entire human race as well. They dared not build the bomb, even though the uranium was available.
"It was Destry"s mechanics of infinitesimals that showed a way out of the dilemma," King went on. "His equations appeared to predict that an atomic explosion once started, would disrupt the molar ma.s.s inclosing it so rapidly that neutron loss through the outer surface of the fragments would dampen the progression of the atomic explosion to zero before complete explosion could be reached.
"For the ma.s.s we use in the bomb, his equations predict a possible force of explosion one seventh of one percent of the force of complete explosion.
That alone, of course, would be incomprehensibly destructive - about the equivalent of a hundred and forty thousand tons of TNT - enough to wreck this end of the State. Personally, I"ve never been sure that is all that would happen."
"Then why did you accept this job?" inquired Lentz.
King fiddled with items on his desk before replying. "I couldn"t turn it down, doctor - I couldn"t. If I had refused, they would have gotten someone else - and it was an opportunity that comes to a physicist once in history,"
Lentz nodded. "And probably they would have gotten someone not as competent. I understand, Dr. King - you were compelled by the "truth-tropism" of the scientist. He must go where the data is to be found, even if it kills him. But about this fellow Destry, I"ve never liked his mathematics; he postulates too much."
King looked up in quick surprise, then recalled that this was the man who had refined and given rigor to the calculus of statement. "That"s just the hitch," he agreed. "His work is brilliant, but I"ve never been sure that his predictions were worth the paper they were written on. Nor, apparently," he added bitterly, "do my junior engineers."
He told the psychiatrist of the difficulties they had had with personnel, of how the most carefully selected men would, sooner or later, crack under the strain. "At first I thought it might be some degenerating effect from the hard radiation that leaks out of the bomb, so we improved the screening and the personal armor. But it didn"t help. One young fellow who had joined us after the new screening was installed became violent at dinner one night, and insisted that a pork chop was about to explode. I hate to think of what might have happened if he had been on duty at the bomb when he blew up."
The inauguration of the system of constant psychological observation had greatly reduced the probability of acute danger resulting from a watch engineer cracking up, but King was forced to admit that the system was not a success; there had actually been a marked increase in psychoneuroses, dating from that time.
"And that"s the picture, Dr. Lentz. It gets worse all the time. It"s getting me now. The strain is telling on me; I can"t sleep, and I don"t think my judgment is as good as it used to be - I have trouble making up my mind, of coming to a decision. Do you think you can do anything for us?"
But Lentz had no immediate relief for his anxiety. "Not so fast, superintendent," he countered. "You have given me the background, but I have no real data as yet. I must look around for a while, smell out the situation for myself, talk to your engineers, perhaps have a few drinks with them, and get acquainted. That is possible, is it not? Then in a few days, maybe, we"ll know where we stand."
King had no alternative but to agree.
"And it is well that your young men do not know what I am here for. Suppose I am your old friend, a visiting physicist, eh?"
"Why, yes - of course. I can see to it that that idea gets around. But say - " King was reminded again of something that had bothered him from the time Silard had first suggested Lentz"s name - "may I ask a personal question?"
The merry eyes were undisturbed.
"Go ahead."
"I can"t help but be surprised that one man should attain eminence in two such widely differing fields as psychology and mathematics. And right now I"m perfectly convinced of your ability to pa.s.s yourself off as a physicist. I don"t understand it."
The smile was more amused, without being in the least patronizing, nor offensive. "Same subject," he answered.
"Eh? How"s that - "
"Or rather, both mathematical physics and psychology are branches of the same subject, symbology. You are a specialist; it would not necessarily come to your attention."
"I still don"t follow you."
"No? Man lives in a world of ideas. Any phenomenon is so complex that he cannot possibly grasp the whole of it. He abstracts certain characteristics of a given phenomenon as an idea, then represents that idea as a symbol, be it a word or a mathematical sign. Human reaction is almost entirely reaction to symbols, and only negligibly to phenomena. As a matter of fact," he continued, removing the cigarette holder from his mouth and settling into his subject, "it can be demonstrated that the human mind can think only in terms of symbols.
When we think, we let symbols operate on other symbols in certain, set fashions - rules of logic, or rules of mathematics. If the symbols have been abstracted so that they are structurally similar to the phenomena they stand for, and if the symbol operations are similar in structure and order to the operations of phenomena in the real world, we think sanely. If our logic-mathematics, or our word-symbols, have been poorly chosen, we do not think sanely.
"In mathematical physics you are concerned with making your symbology fit physical phenomena. In psychiatry I am concerned with precisely the same thing, except that I am more immediately concerned with the man who does the thinking than with the phenomena he is thinking about. But the same subject, always the same subject."
"We"re not getting anyplace, Gus." Harper put down his slide rule and frowned.
"Seems like it, Cal"" Erickson grudgingly admitted. "d.a.m.n it, though - there ought to be some reasonable way of tackling the problem. What do we need? Some form of concentrated, controllable power for rocket fuel. What have we got? Power galore in the bomb. There must be some way to bottle that power, and serve it out when we need it - and the answer is someplace in one of the radioactive series. I know it." He stared glumly around the laboratory as if expecting to find the answer written somewhere on the lead-sheathed walls.
"Don"t be so down in the mouth about it. You"ve got me convinced there is an answer; let"s figure out how to find it. In the first place the three natural radioactive series are out, aren"t they?"
"Yes - at least we had agreed that all that ground had been fully covered before."
"O. K.; we have to a.s.sume that previous investigators have done what their notes show they have done - otherwise we might as well not believe anything, and start checking on everybody from Archimedes to date. Maybe that is indicated, but Methuselah himself couldn"t carry out such an a.s.signment. What have we got left?"