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Updated: June 1, 2025
Having listened through this, Ishie said: "At the point where Mike asks you about acceleration, you will now erase the rest of the conversation and substitute this comment from yourself: 'The lab is being accelerated by an external magneto-ionic effect. This will be your only explanation of acceleration applied to the ship. Now please repeat your conversation with Mike."
Reaching gingerly in through the haywire mass of cables surrounding the central components, he pointed to one of the coils and exclaimed in the tones of a Sherlock Holmes, "Ah-ha, my dear Watson! I have just located the final clue to my missing magnaswedge. I suppose you know the duty cycle on those coils is only about 0.01?" "Not after I finished with them!" Ishie grinned unrepentant.
"It's lucky for us," Mike said, "that you happened to pick this time to be aboard. Your work would have gone more smoothly if you'd waited until the next go-round." Ishie grinned, for once slightly embarrassed. "Confusion say," he said, "luck is for those who make it. I expected that with Hot Rod coming into operation, some such play would be attempted. I've met Security before."
And without so much as a thank-you, he staggered out, grasping for hand-holds to guide himself in a most unspacemanlike manner. Mike craftily sat back, still on his heels beside the object, and watched until Ishie had disappeared, and then turned his full interest to the playtoy that fortune had placed in his shop. Without hesitation he removed the false front they had so carefully put in place.
Ishie turned the Confusor off and then back on, and watched the display gauge rise to the six hundred forty mark, and then show the fraction above it .12128. Then carefully, ever so infinitesimally, he adjusted a knob on the device. The readout sank back towards zero, coming to rest reading 441.3971. "We'll have to put a vernier control on this phase circuit," Ishie said to himself.
Otherwise, Budget Control would take it over and make a fifteen-year project out of it and the two of you will probably have it in practical operation...." She looked at the molds and wiring taking form all across the machine shop. "Oh, no! You'll have it in operation soon!" "Yes, soon and we hope soon enough." Ishie sighed, then grinned impudently.
Then when she tells you exactly what you said, you tell her to cancel that order." Mike did as he was told. "Why," said Ishie, "did you give such an order in the first place? Never mind answering that question," he added, "but it's lucky she hasn't been refusing to give people the time of day, and referring them to you.
"Just push the switch in the corner and talk to it." Ishie turned, glanced at the panel, and went over to the switch, pushing it. "I wondered how you were concealing the teletype," he said. "You mean you really talk to it?" The Sacred Cow's voice came back. "Reference not understoo-od. Ple-ease explai-ain." "Oy!" said Ishie. "It even sounds like a cow!" "Ye-es, si-ir," said the Cow.
"I think," said Ishie, "we'd best put a switch on our magnetic field so that we can reverse the field and the thrust." "Why?" asked Mike. "Because," Ishie explained, "when we reach the top of our course northward, then the thrust of the Confusor and Earth's gravity come into conflict, moving our entire orbit off-center and bringing us closer to the pole.
Besides, I can help with some of that glassware that disappeared out of my supplies several days ago. Oh yes, I knew it was gone and where it went but I figured any purpose you had was a good one, Ishie. "But for how I personally canceled the idea of your magneto-ionic effect from the flare it just happens that last night I was curious while everybody was asleep.
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