"I had to relieve Harper."
"So I guessed. I met him coming up. He was sore as h.e.l.l - just glared at me."
"I know. He wants an immediate hearing. That"s why I had to send for you."
c.u.mmings grunted, then nodded toward the engineer, anonymous in all-inclosing armor. "Who"d I draw?"
"Erickson."
"Good enough. Squareheads can"t go crazy - eh, Gus?"
Erickson looked up momentarily and answered, "That"s your problem," and returned to his work.
c.u.mmings turned back to Silard and commented: "Psychiatrists don"t seem very popular around here. O.K. - I relieve you sir."
"Very well, sir."
Silard threaded his way through the zigzag in the tanks of water which surrounded the disintegration room. Once outside this outer shield, he divested himself of the c.u.mbersome armor, disposed of it in the locker room provided, and hurried to a lift. He left the lift at the tube station, underground, and looked around for an unoccupied capsule. Finding one, he strapped himself in, sealed the gasketed door, and settled the back of his head into the rest against the expected surge of acceleration.
Five minutes later he knocked at the door of the office of the general superintendent, twenty miles away.
The power plant proper was located in a bowl of desert hills on the Arizona plateau. Everything not necessary to the immediate operation of the plant - administrative offices, television station and so forth - lay beyond the hills. The buildings housing these auxiliary functions were of the most durable construction technical ingenuity could devise. It was hoped that, if der tag ever came, occupants would stand approximately the chance of survival of a man going over Niagara Falls in barrel.
Silard knocked again. He was greeted by a male secretary, Steinke. Silard recalled reading his case history. Formerly one of the most brilliant of the young engineers, he had suffered a blanking out of the ability to handle mathematical operations. A plain case of fugue, but there had been nothing that the poor devil could do about it - he had been anxious enough with his conscious mind to stay on duty. He had been rehabilitated as an office worker.
Steinke ushered him into the .superintendent"s private office. Harper was there before him, and returned his greeting with icy politeness. The superintendent was cordial, but Silard thought he looked tired, as if the twenty-four-hour-a-day strain was too much for him.
"Come in, Doctor, come in. Sit down. Now tell me about this. I"m a little surprised. I thought Harper was one of my steadiest men."
"I don"t say he isn"t, sir."
"Well?"
"He may be perfectly all right, but your instruction to me are not to take any chances."
"Quite right." The superintendent gave the engineer silent and tense in his chair, a troubled glance, then returned his attention to Silard. "Suppose you tell me about it."
Silard took a deep breath. "While on watch as psychological observer at the control station I noticed that the engineer of the watch seemed preoccupied and less responsive to stimuli than usual. During my off-watch observation of this case, over a period of the past seven days, I have suspected an increasing lack of attention. For example, while playing contract bridge, he now occasionally asks for a review of the bidding, which is contrary to his former behavior pattern.
"Other similar data are available. To cut it short, at 3:11 today, while on watch, I saw Harper, with no apparent reasonable purpose in mind, pick up a wrench used only for operating the valves of the water shield and approach the trigger. I relieved him of duty and sent him out of the control room."
"Chief!" Harper calmed himself somewhat and continued: "If this witch doctor knew a wrench from an oscillator, he"d know what I was doing. The wrench was on the wrong rack. I noticed it, and picked it up to return it to its proper place. On the way, I stopped to check the readings!"
The superintendent turned inquiringly to Dr. Silard.
"That may be true. Granting that it is true," answered the psychiatrist doggedly, "my diagnosis still stands. Your behavior pattern has altered; your present actions are unpredictable, and I can"t approve you for responsible work without a complete checkup."
General Superintendent King drummed on the desk top and sighed. Then he spoke slowly to Harper "Cal, you"re a good boy, and, believe me, I know how you feel. But there is no way to avoid it - you"ve got to go up for the psychometricals, and accept whatever disposition the board makes of you."
He paused, but Harper maintained an expressionless silence. "Tell you what, son - why don"t you take a few days leave? Then, when you come back, you can go up before the board, or transfer to another department away from the bomb, whichever you prefer." He looked to Silard for approval, and received a nod.
But Harper was not mollified. "No, chief," he protested. "It won"t do.
Can"t you see what"s wrong? It"s this constant supervision. Somebody always watching the back of your neck, expecting you to go crazy. A man can"t even shave in private. We"re jumpy about the most innocent acts, for fear some head doctor, half batty himself, will see it and decide it"s a sign we"re slipping. Good grief, what do you expect?" His outburst having run its course, he subsided into a flippant cynicism that did not quite jell. "O.K.
- never mind of it, chief," he added, "and I"m glad to have worked under you. Good-bye."
King kept the pain in his eyes out of his voice. "Wait a minute, Cal - you"re not through here. Let"s forget about the vacation. I"m transferring you to the radiation laboratory. You belong in research, anyhow; I"d never have spared you from it to stand watches if I hadn"t been short on No. 1 men.
"As for the constant psychological observation, I hate it as much as you do. I don"t suppose you know that they watch me about twice as hard as they watch you duty engineers." Harper showed his surprise, but Silard nodded in sober confirmation. "But we have to have this supervision. Do you remember Manning? No, he was before your time. We didn"t have psychological observers then. Manning was able and brilliant. Furthermore, he was always cheerful; nothing seemed to bother him.
"I was glad to have him on the bomb, for he was always alert, and never seemed nervous about working with it - in fact, he grew more buoyant and cheerful the longer he stood control watches. I should have known that was a very bad sign, but I didn"t, and there was no observer to tell me so.
"His technician had to slug him one night. He found him dismounting the safety interlocks on the trigger. Poor old Manning never pulled out of it - he"s been violently insane ever since. After Manning cracked up, we worked out the present system of two qualified engineers and an observer for every watch. It seemed the only thing to do."
"I suppose so, chief," Harper mused, his face no longer sullen, but still unhappy. "It"s a h.e.l.l of a situation just the same."
"That"s putting it mildly." King rose and put out his hand. "Cal, unless you"re dead set on leaving us, I"ll expect to see you at the radiation laboratory tomorrow. Another thing - I don"t often recommend this, but it might do you good to get drunk tonight."
King had signed to Silard to remain after the young man left. Once the door was closed he turned back to the psychiatrist. "There goes another one - and one of the best. Doctor, what am I going to do?"
Silard pulled at his cheek. "I don"t know," he admitted. "The h.e.l.l of it is, Harper"s absolutely right. It does increase the strain on them to know that they are being watched - and yet they have to be watched. Your psychiatric staff isn"t doing too well, either. It makes us nervous to be around the bomb - the more so because we don"t understand it. And it"s a strain on us to be hated and despised as we are. Scientific detachment is difficult under such conditions; I"m getting jumpy myself."
King ceased pacing the floor and faced the doctor. "But there must be some solution - " he insisted.
Silard shook his head. "It"s beyond me, Superintendent. I see no solution from the standpoint of psychology."
"No? Hm-m-m. Doctor, who is the top man in your field?"
"Eh?"
"Who is the recognized No. 1 man in handling this sort of thing?"
"Why, that"s hard to say. Naturally, there isn"t any one leading psychiatrist in the world; we specialize too much. I know what you mean, though. You don"t want the best industrial-temperament psychometrician; you want the best all-around man for psychoses nonlesional and situational.
That would be Lentz."
"Go on."
"Well - he covers the whole field of environmental adjustment. He"s the man who correlated the theory of optimum tonicity with the relaxation technique that Korzybski had developed empirically. He actually worked under Korzybski himself, when he was a young student - it"s the only thing he"s vain about."
"He did? Then he must be pretty old; Korzybski died in - What year did he die?"
"I started to say that you must know his work in symbology - theory of abstraction and calculus of statement, all that sort of thing - because of its applications to engineering and mathematical physics."
"That Lentz - yes, of course. But I had never thought of him as a psychiatrist."
"No, you wouldn"t, in your field. Nevertheless, we are inclined to credit him with having done as much to check and reduce the pandemic neuroses of the Crazy Years as any other man, and more than any man left alive."
"Where is he?"