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"Why didn't C.C. of E. build the brain on whatever planet we're going to in the first place?" "We're supposed to be told that in the briefing over at the C.C. of E. labs in" he glanced at his watch "half an hour. But I think we can all get a little advance information.
Instantly, Bessie was on her feet, flinging on clothes, and out down the corridor toward Nails' private stateroom. It had been thirty-two hours since Major General whatever it was Elbertson had been defeated on the bridge for the final time. He and his men were now securely locked in one of the empty labs. The paralysis effect of the needle gun had probably worn off.
The testing started. But there was a difference. By the time the brown chunk had been removed from the bunker it had solidified to the point that nothing would break or cut it. The surface yielded slightly to the heaviest cutting edge of a power saw and then sprang back, unmarked. A diamond drill spun ineffectually. So the entire block started making the rounds of the various labs.
You know I'm working in my lab on a method to increase the range and power of your projector for the molecular motion field. Young Norris is helping me, and he really has ideas. I'll show you our math later." The party broke up, the three younger men staying in their own labs, the older men leaving. The three immediately set to work.
He, or some of his followers had been showering the Air Force with photos of flying saucers. Letters by the gross were coming in demanding recognition of the great professor and an analysis of his photos. We obliged and the photos were examined by the experts at Wright- Patterson Photo Reconnaissance Labs.
The seas of Eisberg were liquid methane containing dissolved ammonia. Near the equator, they were liquid; farther north, the seas became slushy with crystallized ammonia. The site picked for the new labs of the Computer Corporation of Earth was in the northern hemisphere, at 40° north latitude, about the same distance from the equator as New York or Madrid, Spain, would be on Earth.
From here the Terran could count at least four levels under him, with perhaps another. The bottom two ought to be supplies and general storage. Then the engine room, tech labs above, and next to the control cabin the living quarters. Through the fabric of the ship, shivering up his body from the soles of his feet, he could feel the vibration of engines at work.
It was with downright jubilation that radiation labs reported no properties of resistance for the stuff. One after the other, the test proved nothing until the physical properties unit came up with an idea. "You can't cut it, break it or tear it," the technician told Peterson, as he hefted the chunk of lightweight enigma.
Charley came into the bright room and stood quietly until Dr. Schinsake asked him to sit down. "Well, now, my boy," he said. "You haven't given me a word since you rang the bell, and I would like to know why you're here. Frankly, you're lucky to catch me in; but we were up late last night, working in the labs. I'm afraid I overslept a little." His eyes shone with the mention of his laboratories.
Simultaneously, in a dozen labs around the nation, blocks and molds of Melody's Mix made from that first batch of milk, collapsed into piles of putrid goo. Every day thereafter, newer blocks of the mix reached the twenty-eight-day limit and similarly broke down into malodrous blobs.
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