Triplanetary by E. E. Smith (good novels to read TXT) 📕

a real observer. He was the only man I have ever known who combined the two qualities of the perfect witness. He could actually see everything he looked at, and could report it truly, to the last, least detail. Take all this stuff, for instance; especially their ability to transform iron into a fluid allotrope, and in that form to use its atomic⁠—nuclear?⁠—energy as power. Something brand new, and yet he described their converters and projectors so minutely that Fred was able to work out the underlying theory in three days, and to tie it in with our own super-ship. My first thought was that we’d have to rebuild it iron-free, but Fred showed me my error⁠—you found it first yourself, of course.”

“It wouldn’t do any good to make the ship non-ferrous unless you could so change our blood chemistry that we could get along without hemoglobin, and that would be quite a feat,” Cleveland agreed. “Then, too, our most vital electrical machinery is built around iron cores. We’ll also have to develop a screen for those forces⁠—screens, rather, so powerful that they can’t drive anything through them.”

“We’ve been working along those lines ever since you reported,” Rodebush said, “and we’re beginning to see light. And in that same connection it’s no wonder that we couldn’t handle our super-ship. We had some good ideas, but they were wrongly applied. However, things look quite promising now. We have the transformation of iron all worked out in theory, and as soon as we get a generator going we can straighten out everything else in short order. And think what that unlimited power means! All the power we want⁠—power enough even to try out such hitherto purely theoretical possibilities as the neutralization of the inertia of matter!”

“Hold on!” protested Samms. “You certainly can’t do that! Inertia is⁠—must be⁠—a basic attribute of matter, and surely cannot be done away with without destroying the matter itself. Don’t start anything like that, Fred⁠—I don’t want to lose you and Lyman, too.”

“Don’t worry about us, Chief,” Rodebush replied with a smile. “If you will tell me what matter is, fundamentally, I may agree with you.⁠ ⁠… No? Well, then, don’t be surprised at anything that happens. We are going to do a lot of things that nobody on the Three Planets ever thought of doing before.”

Thus for a long time the argument and discussion went on, to be interrupted by the voice of the secretary.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Samms, but some things have come up that you will have to handle. Knobos is calling from Mars. He has caught the Endymion, and has killed about half her crew doing it. Milton has finally reported from Venus, after being out of touch for five days. He trailed the Wintons into Thalleron swamp. They crashed him there, and he won out and has what he went after. And just now I got a flash from Fletcher, in the asteroid belt. I think that he has finally traced that dope line. But Knobos is on now⁠—what do you want him to do about the Endymion?”

“Tell him to⁠—no, put him on here, I’d better tell him myself,” Samms directed, and his face hardened in ruthless decision as the horny, misshapen face of the Martian lieutenant appeared upon the screen. “What do you think, Knobos? Shall they come to trial or not?”

“Not.”

“I don’t think so, either. It is better that a few gangsters should disappear in space than that the Patrol should have to put down another uprising. See to it.”

“Right.” The screen darkened and Samms spoke to his secretary. “Put Milton and Fletcher on whenever they come in.” He turned to his guests. “We’ve covered the ground quite thoroughly. Goodbye⁠—I wish I could go with you, but I’ll be pretty well tied up for the next week or two.”

“ ‘Tied up’ doesn’t half express it,” Rodebush remarked as the two scientists walked along a corridor toward an elevator. “He probably is the busiest man on three planets.”

“As well as the most powerful,” Cleveland supplemented. “And very few men could use his power as fairly⁠—but he’s welcome to it, as far as I’m concerned. I’d have the pink fantods for a month if I had to do only once what he’s just done⁠—and to him it’s just part of a day’s work.”

“You mean the Endymion? What else could he do?”

“Nothing⁠—that’s the hell of it. It had to be done, since bringing them to trial would mean killing half the people of Morseca; but at the same time it’s a ghastly thing to order a job of deliberate, cold-blooded, and illegal murder.”

“You’re right, of course, but you would⁠ ⁠…” he broke off, unable to put his thoughts into words. For while inarticulate, manlike, concerning their deepest emotions, in both men was ingrained the code of the organization; both knew that to every man chosen for it the Service was everything, himself nothing.

“But enough of that, we’ll have plenty of grief of our own right here.” Rodebush changed the subject abruptly as they stepped into a vast room, almost filled by the immense bulk of the Boise⁠—the sinister spaceship which, although never flown, had already lined with black so many pages of Triplanetary’s roster. She was now, however, the center of a furious activity. Men swarmed over her and through her, in the orderly confusion of a fiercely driven but carefully planned program of reconstruction.

“I hope your dope is right, Fritz!” Cleveland called, as the two scientists separated to go to their respective laboratories. “If it is, we’ll make a perfect lady out of this unmanageable man-killer yet!”

XIV The Super-Ship Is Launched

After weeks of ceaseless work, during which was lavished upon her every resource of mind and material afforded by three planets, the Boise was ready for her maiden flight. As nearly ready, that is, as the thought and labor of man could make her. Rodebush and Cleveland had finished their last rigid inspection of the aircraft and,