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"We can't know, of course, but if you were a warehouse clerk and a big rocket went haywire, wouldn't you be out watching it?" "I'd be out where the view was best. So would you," Scotty replied. "Remember where we saw a transistor recently?" Rick asked. Scotty reached in his pocket, brought out his sling, and unwrapped it.
Do you know anything about " "I'm afraid I do," said Lockley. "Right now the important thing is to get you out of here. I'll tell them we're starting. All right?" She stood aside. He went up to the short wave set which looked much like an ordinary telephone, but was connected to a box with dials and switches. There was a miniature pocket radio a transistor radio on top of the short wave cabinet.
Transistors missing?" Jimmy found his voice. "Yes, Colonel. At first I thought it was a mistake a few empties put back on the shelf by accident. But they were all empty, sir. All of them! There isn't a transistor in the warehouse!" Preston nodded. "Take over, Hank. Shake the place down. Get one of the boys with a kit and check for fingerprints on the stacks and empty cartons. Jimmy, come with me.
Scotty tossed the stone away. "How much space would that many transistors take up?" "Hard to say. We could find out, I suppose. But transistors are small, and they don't weigh much. Besides, some of the types used here are fantastically expensive. A couple of hundred dollars might pay for a transistor the size of a kidney bean." Scotty whistled. "They must be made of diamonds!
Tom, clad in swim trunks, was waiting for them with Chow near the edge of a mammoth concrete tank. Set in bedrock, at one end of the Enterprises grounds, the tank was used for submarine testing. When Sandy saw the power unit strapped to Tom's weight belt, she exclaimed, "That little gadget will supply all the air you need? Why, it's no bigger than a pocket transistor radio!" Tom grinned.
It was a tiny transistor, an integral part of modern electronic apparatus. Mac took it in his big fingers. "Thanks. I must have stuck it in my pocket absent-mindedly while we were repairing the equipment." "Where do you go when you're on a field radar job?" Rick asked. "Just tell me to mind my own business, if I get into anything classified."
The clerk was still shaky, and he had a hard time putting his discovery into words. Rick tried to help him out. "He found some cartons that were empty. Transistor cartons, I guess. This was in one of them." Preston's eyes fixed on him. "Who are you?" "My name is Brant, sir. I'm with Pegasus." Preston's eyes acknowledged Rick's name, but he turned to the clerk. "Is that right, Jimmy?
"Kinda like a lil music while I wrassle them pots an' pans in the galley." "Sure, pardner." Tom pointed toward a portable radio on a shelf nearby. Chow's leathery face broke into a grin as he picked it up. "One o' them slick lil transistor doodads, eh?" The cook flicked on the dial knob and the twangy strains of Hawaiian guitar music came throbbing out.
Fran rode in a sort of stilly rapture. Soames said: "Not worried, Fran?" Fran shook his head. Then, boy-like, he turned on the transistor radio to show his nonchalance. A voice spoke. He'd have shifted to music but Soames caught a word or two. "Hold it!" he commanded. "Put it so I can hear!" Fran raised the volume and held the small radio so Soames could hear it above the motor-noise.
There was induction, to raise the voltage at the peaks and troughs of the oscillations. A transistor acted as a valve to make the oscillations repeated surges of current of one sign in the innumerable sharp points of the graters. And there was an effect he did not anticipate.
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