What Need of Man?
by Harold Calin.
Bannister was a rocket scientist. He started with the premise of testing man"s reaction to s.p.a.ce probes under actual conditions; but now he was just testing s.p.a.ce probes--and man was a necessary evil to contend with.
When you are out in a clear night in summer, the sky looks very warm and friendly. The moon is a big pleasant place where it may not be so humid as where you are, and it is lighter than anything you"ve ever seen. That"s the way it is in summer. You never think about s.p.a.ce being "out there". It"s all one big wonderful thing, and you can never really fall off, or have anything bad happen to you. There is just that much more to see. You lie on the gra.s.s and look at the sky long enough and you fall into sort of a detached mood. It"s suddenly as if you"re looking down at the sky and you"re lying on a ceiling by some reverse process of gravitation, and everything is absolutely pleasant.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
In winter it"s quite another thing, of course. That"s because the sky never looks warm. In winter, if you are in a cold climate, the sky doesn"t appear at all friendly. It"s beautiful, mind you, but never friendly. That is when you see it as it really is. Summer has a way of making it look friendly. The way you see it on a winter night is only the merest idea of what it is really like. That"s why I can"t feel too bad about the monkey. You see, it might have been a man, maybe me.
I"ve been out there, too.
There are two types of cla.s.sified government information. One is the type that is really cla.s.sified because it is concerned with efforts and events that are of true importance and go beyond public evaluation. Occasional unauthorized reports on this type of information, within the scope that I knew it at least, are written off as unidentified flying objects or such. The second type of cla.s.sified information is the kind that somehow always gets into the newspapers all over the world ... like the X-15, and Project Dyna-Soar ... and Project Argus.
Project Argus had as its basis a theory that was proven completely unsound six years ago. It was proven unsound by Dennis Lynds. He got killed doing it. It had to do with return vehicles from capsules traveling at escape velocity, being oriented and controlled completely by telemetering devices. It didn"t work. This time, the monkey was used for newspaper consumption. I"m sure Bannister would have preferred it if the monkey had been killed on contact. It would have been simpler that way. No ma.s.s hysteria about torturing a poor, ignorant beast. A simple scientific sacrifice, already dead upon announcement, would have been a _fait accompli_, so to speak, and nothing could overshadow the success of Project Argus.
But Project Argus was a failure. Maybe someday you"ll understand why.
Because of the monkey? Possibly. You see, I flew the second shot after Lynds got killed. After that, came the hearing, and after that no men flew in Bannister"s ships anymore. They proved Lynds nuts, and got rid of me, but n.o.body would try it, even with manual controls, where there is no atmosphere.
When you"re putting down after a maximum velocity flight, you feed a set of landing coordinates into the computer, and you wait for the computer to punch out a landing configuration and the controls set themselves and lock into pattern. Then you just sit there. I haven"t yet met a pilot who didn"t begin to sweat at that moment, and sweat all the way down. We weren"t geared for that kind of flying. We still aren"t, for that matter. We had always done it ourselves, (even on instruments, we interpreted their meaning to the controls ourselves) and we didn"t like it. We had good reason. The telemetry circuits were no good. That"s a bad part of a truly cla.s.sified operation: they don"t have to be too careful, there aren"t any voters to offend. About the circuits, sometimes they worked, sometimes not. That was the way it went. They wouldn"t put manual controls in for us.
It wasn"t that they regarded man with too little faith, and electronic equipment with too much. They just didn"t regard man at all. They looked upon scientific reason and technology as completely infallible.
Nothing is infallible. Not their controls, not their vehicles, and not their blasted egos.
Lynds was a.s.signed the first flight at escape velocity. They could not be dissuaded from the belief that at ultimate speed, a pilot operating manual controls was completely ineffectual. Like kids that have to run electric trains all by themselves, playing G.o.d with a transformer.
That was when I asked them why bother with a pilot altogether. They talked about the whole point being a test of man"s ability to survive; they"d deal with control in proper order. They didn"t believe it, and neither did we. We all got very peculiar feelings about the whole business after that. The position on controls was made pretty final by Bannister.
"There will be no manuals in my ships," he said. "It would negate the primary purpose of this project. We must ascertain the successful completion of escape and return by completely automatic operation."
"How about emergency controls?" I asked. "With a switch-off from automatic if they should fail."
"They will not fail. Any manual controls would be inoperative by the pilot in any case. No more questions."
I feel the way I do about the monkey, Argus, because, in a way, we all quit about that time. You don"t like having spent your life in a rather devoted way with purposes and all that, and then being placed in the hands of a collection of technologists like just so many white mice ... or monkeys, if you will. Lynds, of course, had little choice.
The project was cleared and the a.s.signment set. He hated it well enough, I know, but it was his place to perform the only way one does.
It ended the way we knew it would. I heard it all. It wasn"t gruesome, as you might imagine. I spoke with Lynds the whole time. It was sort of a resigned horror. The initial countdown went off without a hitch and the hissing of the escape valves on the carrier rocket changed to a sound that hammered the sky apart as it lifted off the pad.
"Well, she"s off," somebody said.
"Let"s don"t count chickens," Bannister said tautly. Wellington G.
Bannister worked for the Germans on V-2s. He is the chief executive of technology in the section to which we were a.s.signed at that time. He is the world"s leading expert on exotic fuel rocket projectile systems, rocket design, and a brilliant electronic engineer as well.
High enough subordinates call him Wellie. Pilots always called him Professor Bannister. I issued the report that was read in closed session in London in which I accused Bannister of murdering Lynds.
That"s how come I"m here now. I was cashiered out, just short of a general court martial. That"s one of the nice parts about truly cla.s.sified work. They can"t make you out an idiot in public. Living on a boat in the Mediterranean is far nicer than looking up at the earth through a porthole in a smashed up ship on the moon, you must admit.
Well, Bannister could have well counted chickens on that launching.
The first, second and third stages fired off perfectly, and within fourteen minutes the capsule detached into orbit just under escape velocity. The orbit was enormously far out. They let Lynds complete a single orbit, then fired the capsule"s rockets. He ran off tangential to orbit at escape velocity on a pattern that would probably run in a straight path to infinity. In fact, the capsule is probably still on its way, and as I said, it"s six years now. After four minutes, the return vehicle was activated and as it broke away from the capsule, Lynds blacked out for twenty seconds. That was the only time I was out of direct contact with him after he went into orbit.
"Now do you understand about the manual controls?" Bannister said.
"He"ll come out of it in less than a minute."
"One can never be sure."
"There"s still no reason why you can"t use duplicate control systems."
"With a switch-off on the automatic, if they fail?"
"Yes. If for nothing more than to give a man a chance to save his own neck."
"They won"t fail."
"The simplest things fail, Bannister. Campbell was killed in a far less elaborate way."
He looked at me. "Campbell? Oh, yes. The landing over the reef. I had nothing to do with that."
"You designed the power shut-off that failed."
"Improper servicing. A simple mechanical failure."
"Or the inability of a mechanism to compensate. The wind shifted after computer coordination. A pilot can feel it. Your instruments can"t.
There was no failure, there. The shut-off worked perfectly and Campbell was killed because of it."
I watched the tracking screen, listened to the high keening noises coming from the receivers. The computers clicked rapidly, feeding out triangulated data on the positions of the escape vehicle and the capsule. The capsule had been diverted from its path slightly by reaction to the vehicle"s ejection. Its speed, however, was increasing as it moved farther out. The vehicle with Lynds was in a path parabolic to the capsule, almost like the start of an orbit, but at a fantastic distance. He was, of course, traveling at escape velocity or better, and you do not orbit at escape velocity.
"Harry. Harry, how long was I out?" We heard Lynds" voice come alive suddenly through the crackling static.
"h.e.l.lo, Dennis. Listen to me. How are you?"
"I"m fine, Harry. What"s wrong? How long was I out?"
"Nothing is wrong. You were out less than half a minute. The ejection gear worked perfectly."
"That"s good." The tension left his voice and he settled back to a checking and rechecking of instruments, reactions and what he would see. They activated the scanner. The transmitting equipment brought us a view that was little more than a spotty blackness. But I think the equipment was not working properly. You see, what Lynds said did not quite match what we saw. They later used the recording of his voice together with an affidavit sworn to by a technician that our receiver was operating perfectly, as evidence in my hearing. They proved, in their own way, that Lynds had suffered continual delirium after blacking out. The speed, they said, was the cause. It became known as Danger V. n.o.body ever bothered to explain why I never encountered the phenomenon of Danger V. It became official record, and my experience was the deviant. It was Bannister"s alibi.
We watched the spotty blackness on the screen and listened to Lynds.