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But they had been counted on by Mars Center as auxiliary supports. McLaurin had sent very definite orders to Mars Center forbidding any action on their part, save gathering of power-supplies. At last the direct attack on Mars Center was launched. For the first time, the Mirans saw one of the fifteen-foot beams. Mars' atmosphere is thin, and there is little ozone.
The Mirans returned to Jupiter, and to the outer planets where they had further established themselves. Most of the Solar system was theirs. But the Solarians still held the choicest planets and kept the Mirans from using the mild-temperatured Mars. "They can't take this, at least," sighed McLaurin as they retreated from Luna. "I didn't think they could right away.
Tie to that the value of compensated acceleration, and no man's going to turn pirate. He can make more millions selling his inventions than he can make thousands turning pirate with them. So who'd turn pirate?" "Right." McLaurin nodded. "I see your point. Now before I'd accept your statements in re the 'speed of light' thing, I'd want opinions from some IP physicists."
And I'll guarantee you three hundred percent if you'll stay in with me after you start. Otherwise I don't think making this money would be fair just now." "I'll be out to see you in about two hours, Buck. Where are you? At the estate?" asked Faragaut seriously. "In my lab out there. Thanks, Tom." McLaurin was there when Tom Faragaut arrived. And General Logan, and Colonel Gerardhi.
The signals were coming through fairly well, because most of the disturbance was rising where the signals rose, and all the disturbance, practically, was magnetic rather than electric. "Deenmor is sending, Buck," McLaurin said as he entered. "They're down to the last fifty-five tons. They'll have more time now a rest while Phobos sinks.
At that time, McLaurin was fifty-three years old, his crisp hair still black as space, with scarcely a touch of the gray that appears in his more recent photographs. He stood six feet tall, a broad-shouldered, powerful man, his face grave with lines of intelligence and character. There was also a permanent narrowing of the eyes, from years under the blazing sun of space.
So far," he added bitterly, "all I've gotten as an answer is a single expression that simply means practical zero Heisenberg's Uncertainty Expression." "I'm uncertain as to your meaning" McLaurin smiled "but I take it that's nothing new." "No. Nearly four centuries old twentieth century physics. I'll have to try some other line of attack, I guess, but that did seem so darned right.
Somewhere, by the laws of cause and effect, this power must show itself again despite what the damn math says." And in that, of course, Kendall was wrong. Because the laws of cause and effect didn't hold in what he was doing now. "Do you want to watch?" he asked at length. "I'm all set to try it." "I suppose I may as well." McLaurin smiled.
And tell Mac, tell them that in the meantime, while they defended us, and gave us time to work, we have begun to see the trail that will lead to victory." "You have!" gasped McLaurin. "No but they will never know!" Kendall left hastily. He went and stood moodily looking at the calculator machines the calculator machines that refused to give the answers he sought.
I'm wondering though if they haven't something we haven't seen yet. Besides which give them time, give them time." "Well, give us time, too," snapped McLaurin. "How are you coming?" Buck smiled. "I'm sure I don't know. I have a machine but I haven't the slightest idea of whether or not it's any good." "Why not?" "I can destroy I hope but I can't build up their ray.
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