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Each thread, then, would take up the strain, and a mass of them distributed through the plastic could deliver a greatly increased amount of thrust from a volume of plastic rather than from a surface area." Mike started to object. "To get an absolutely parallel magnetic field, the gap between the pole faces can't be very wide." "Perhaps I wasn't considering pole faces," Ishie answered.
How do you suppose we can build these and still keep all the scientists aboard and on Earth happy that they're just innocent magneto-ionic effect cancelers? Boy, that was a beauty, Ishie!" "Best we have two sets of drawings. The ones for us can be sketchy, and need not have too much exactitude of design. We know what we're doing at least, I hope we do.
He decreased the magnification of Hot Rod so that the entire project showed. Mike arrived first, almost skidding to a stop at the captain's console, Ishie right behind him. "The saboteur seven men that I believe to be saboteurs are aboard Hot Rod," the captain told him crisply. "Can they activate it?" "Captain, there's no saboteur...." Mike began, but the captain interrupted.
The small physicist awoke and attempted to sit up in one gesture; bumped his head on the hammock above, and laid back down just as suddenly. "Come on down to engineering will you Ishie?" The request was spoken softly. "Hokey, dokey," said Ishie and crawled out of the narrow aperture with the agility of a monkey.
At least, Mike thought, Ishie is a thorough workman when he sets his mind to it. Having parked the Security man in a nearby tool locker, with the feeling that he would keep for a while there, Ishie turned back to Mike with a grin. "Confusion say those who play with firearms should be cautious! Mike, this convinces me.
Now the question before the board becomes, just what are we going to do with it? Turn it over to the captain?" "Confusion say," said Ishie, "he who has very little is often most generous. But he who has huge fortune is very cautious about dispersing it. Let's first be sure what we've got," he grinned slyly at Mike, "before we become overgenerous with information."
"We better think fast," said Mike. "The captain'll ask that question any second now, or a question like it." "All right," said Ishie. "First we've got to withdraw your original order and you'd better not trust your own memory as to what it was. You ask the Cow to tell you what order you gave her making certain information top secret.
Budget Control would gladly have given that eminent physicist a good half of the entire space station, if he had expressed his needs through the proper channels as a matter of fact, anything on board that wasn't actually essential to the lives of those on the satellite. But Ishie seemed genuinely unaware of his true status, and the high regard in which he was held.
Mike stood up. This, he thought, needs Ishie. And coffee, he told himself as a second thought. And then as a third thought, he turned back to his secret vocoder panel, and said: "The information you have just given me is to be regarded as top secret and not to be discussed except over this channel and by my direct order.
The physicist sat so still when he had finished that Mike became seriously concerned. "Thule...." he began, but Ishie started to speak. "Mike, it did? It couldn't ... but ... of course, it must have ... the fields ... six hundred forty pounds of thrust! Only six hundred forty, yet ... yes, it could, if the thrust were exactly aligned ... thrust ... Mike, thrust! Mike, thrust! Real thrust!
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