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Updated: June 13, 2025
The capital is 'Shesto, our world we call 'Talso." His directions were explicit, and Arcot started for Shesto, on Talso. Fifteen minutes after they started, they came to Shesto. They were forced to land, and explain, for their relux ship was decidedly not the popular Talsonian idea of a life-saver.
"It will pass through any body with equal ease. It seems to answer only these controls, and these it answers perfectly, and without difficulty. "One other thing we can do with it. I can increase its rate of energy discharge." The Talsonian turned a fourth dial, well off to one side, and the brilliance of the spot increased enormously. The heat was unbearable. Almost at once he shut it off.
"Now here is the point of greatest interest." Again the Talsonian fell to work on his dials, watching the ball of fire. It seemed far more brilliant in the air now. It moved, and headed toward a great slab of steel off to one side of the laboratory. It shifted about until it was directly over the center of the great slab.
"That is the principle we use in making it a weapon. Watch the actual operation." The ball of fire shot toward an open window, out the window, and vanished in the sky above. The Talsonian stopped the rotation of the dials. "It is motionless now, but scarcely visible. I will now release all the energy."
They drank the coffee and returned to the control room, and sat about, the terrestrians smoking peacefully, the Ortolian and the Talsonian satisfying themselves with some form of mild narcotic from Ortol, which Zezdon Afthen introduced. "Well, we have a lot more to do," Arcot said.
It is the irresistible and the immovable! "What happens if the irresistible meets the immovable? It can only fight with its energy of existence, and the more energetic prevails." "It is still incredible. But you have done it. It is certainly successful!" said the Talsonian scientist with conviction. Arcot shook his head.
Shesto was defended by two of the machines, and each machine had been equipped with two fully charged accumulators. Their four possible shots were hoped to be sufficient protection, and, so far, had been. The city had been attacked twice, according to Tho Stan Drel, the Talsonian: once by a single ship which had been instantly destroyed, and once by a fleet of six ships.
The cylinder was about four feet long, and the cubical box about eighteen inches on a side. "What is that, and what supports it?" asked the Talsonian scientists in surprise. "The thing is supported by a ray which directs the molecules of a small bar in the top clamp, driving it up," explained Morey, "and that is the generator." "That! Why it is hardly as big as a man!" exclaimed the Talsonian.
Arcot looked it over in silence, following the great silver leads with keen interest. Finally he straightened, and returned to the Talsonian. In a moment Morey joined them. The Talsonian then threw a switch, and an intense ionization appeared within the tube, then a minute spot of light was visible within the sphere of light. The minute spot of radiance is the real secret of the weapon.
The machine was perfectly clean, and extremely hot. "And your ship is made of that stuff!" exclaimed the Talsonian scientist. "What will destroy it?" "Your weapon will, apparently." "But do you believe that we have power enough?" asked Morey with a smile. "No it's entirely too much. Can you tone that condensed lightning bolt down to a workable level?"
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