Campbell-BIInfinite-mo.prc

by John W. Campbell

  “But it's too great for man to have-I am going to forget it, lest man be destroyed by his own might."

  Arcot's halting speech told of his intense thought-of a dream of such awful energies as man had never before conceived. His eyes looked unseeing at the black velvet of space with its few, scattered stars.

  “But we're here to decide which way to go,” he added with a sudden briskness as he straightened his shoulders. “Every now and then, I get a new idea and I-I sort of dream. That's when I'm most likely to see the solution. I think I know the solution now, but unless the need arises, I'm never going to use p. It's too dangerous a toy."

  There was silence for a moment, then Morey said, quietly:

  “I've got a course plotted for us. We'll leave this Galaxy at a steep angle-about forty-five degrees from the Galactic plane-to give us a good view of our own Galaxy. And we can head for one of the nebulae in that general area. What do you say?"

  “I say,” remarked Fuller, “that some of the great void without seems to have leaked into my own poor self. It's been thirty thousand years since I am going to have a meal this morning-whatever it is I mean-and I want another.” He looked meaningfully at Wade, the official cook of the expedition.

  Arcot suddenly burst out laughing. “So that's what I've been wanting I” It had been ten chronometer hours since they had eaten, but since they had been outracing light, they were now thirty thousand years in Earth's past.

  The weightlessness of free fall makes it difficult to recognize normally familiar sensations, and the feeling of hunger is one of them. There was little enough work to be done, so there was no great need for nourishment, but the ordinary sensation of hunger is not caused by lack of nourishment, but an empty stomach.

  Sleep was another problem. A restless body will not permit a tired brain to sleep, and though they had done a great deal of hard mental work, the lack of physical fatigue made sleep difficult. The usual “day” in space was forty hours, with thirty-hour waking periods and ten hours of sleep.

  “Let's eat, then,” Arcot decided. “Afterwards, we'll take a few photographs and then throw this ship into high and really make time."

  Two hours later, they were again seated at the control board. Arcot reached out and threw the red switch. “I'm going to give her half power for ten seconds.” The air about them seemed suddenly snapping with unprecedented power-then it was gone as the coil became fully charged.

  “Lucky we shielded those relays,” Arcot muttered. The tremendous surge of current set up a magnetic field that turned knives and forks and, as Wade found to his intense disgust, stopped watches that were not magnetically shielded.

  Space was utterly black about them now; there wasn't the slightest hint of light. The ten seconds that Arcot had allowed dragged slowly. Then at last came the heavy crashing of the huge relays; the current flowed back into the storage coils, and space became normal again. They were alone in the blackness.

  Morey dove swiftly for the observatory. Before them, there was little to see; the dim glow of nebulae millions of light years away was scarcely visible to the naked eye, despite the clarity of space.

  Behind them, like a shining horizon, they saw the mass of the Galaxy for the first time as free observers.

  Morey began to make swift calculations of the distance they had come by measuring the apparent change in diameter of the Galaxy.

  Arcot floated into the room after him and watched as Morey made his observations and began to work swiftly with pencil and paper. “What do you make?” Arcot asked.

  “Mmmmm. Let's see.” Morey worked a moment with his slide rule. “We made good time! Twenty-nine light years in ten seconds! You had it on at half power-the velocity goes up as the cube of the power-doubling the power, then, gives us eight times the velocity-Hmmmmmm.” He readjusted the slide rule and slid the hairline over a bit. “We can make ten million light years in a little less than five days at full power.

  “But I suggest we make another stop in six hours. That will put us about five radii, or half a million light years from the Galaxy. We'll need to take some more photographs to help us retrace our steps to Earth."

  “All right, Morey,” Arcot agreed “It's up to you. Get your photos here and well go on. By the way, I think you ought to watch the instruments in the power room; this will be our first test at full power. We figured we'd make twenty light years per second, and it looks as if it's going to be closer to twenty-four."

  A few minutes later, Arcot seated himself at the control board and flipped on the intercom to the power room. “All ready, Morey? I just happened to think-it might be a good idea to pick out our galaxy now and start toward it."

  “Let's wait,” cautioned Morey. “We can't make a very careful choice at this distance, anyway; we're beyond the enlarging power range of the telectroscope here. In another half million light years, we'll have a much better view, and that comparatively short distance won't take us much out of our way."

  “Wait a minute,” said Fuller. “You say we're beyond the magnification range of the telectroscope. Then why would half a million light years out of ten million make that much difference?"

  “Because of the limit of amplification in the tubes,” Arcot replied. “You can only have so many stages of amplification; after that, you're amplifying noise. The whole principle of the vacuum tube depends on electronic emission; if you get too much amplification, you can hear every single electron striking the plate of the first tube by the time the thing reaches the last amplifying stage! In other words, if your incoming signal is weaker than the minimum noise level on the first amplifying stage, no amount of amplification will give you anything but more noise.

  “The same is true of the telectroscope image. At this distance, the light signal from those galaxies is weaker than the noise level. We'd only get a flickering, blurred image. But if we go on another half million light years, the light signal from the nearer nebulae will be stronger than the base noise level, and full amplification will give us a good image on the screen."

  Fuller nodded. “Okay, then let's go that additional half million light years. I want to take a look at another galaxy."

  “Right.” Arcot turned to the intercom. “Ready, Morey?"

  “Anytime you are."

  “Here goes!” said Arcot. He pushed over the little red control.

  At full power, the air filled with the strain of flowing energy and actually broke down in spots with the terrific electrical energy of the charge. There were little snapping sparks in the air, which, though harmless electrically, were hot enough to give slight burns, as Wade found to his sorrow.

  “Yike! Say, why didn't you tell us to bring lightning rods?” he asked indignantly as a small spark snapped its way over his hand.

  “Sorry,” grinned Arcot, “but most people know enough to stay out of the way of those things. Seriously, though, I didn't think the electrostatic curvature would be so slow to adjust. You see, when we build up our light-rate distortion field, other curvatures are affected. We get some gravity, some magnetic, and some electrostatic field distortion, too. You can see what happens when they don't leak their energy back into the coil.

  “But we're busy with the instruments; leave the motorman alone!"

  Morey was calling loudly for tests. Although the ship seemed to be behaving perfectly, he wanted check tests to make sure the relays were not being burned, which would keep them from responding properly. By rerouting the current around each relay, Arcot checked them one by one.

  It was just as they had finished testing the last one that Fuller yelled.

  “Hey! Look!” He pointed out the broad viewport in the side of the ship.

  Far off to their left and far to their right, they saw two shining ships paralleling their course. They were shining, sleek ships, their long, longitudinal windows glowing with white light. They seemed to be moving at exactly the same speed, holding grimly to the course of the Ancient Mariner. They bracketed the ship like an official guard, des
pite the terrific velocity of the earthmen's ship.

  Arcot stared in amazement, his face suddenly clouded in wonder. Morey, who had come up from the power room, stared in equal wonder.

  Quickly, Wade and Fuller slid into the ray control seats. Their long practice with the rays had made them dead shots, and they had been chosen long before as the ship's official ray operators.

  “Lord,” muttered Morey as he looked at the ships, “where can they have come from?"

  * * *

  CHAPTER VII

  Silently, the Earth men watched the two ships, waiting for any hostile movement. There was a long, tense moment, then something happened for which three of them were totally unprepared.

  Arcot burst into sudden laughter.

  “Don't-ho-oh-ho-oh-don't shoot!” he cried, laughing so hard it was almost impossible to understand him. “Oh-oh-space-curved!” he managed to gasp.

  For a moment more, Morey looked puzzled-then he was laughing as hard as Arcot. Helplessly, Wade and Fuller looked at them, then at each other. Then, suddenly, Wade caught the meaning of Arcot's remark and joined the other two in laughter.

  “All right,” said Fuller, still mystified, “when you halfwitted physicists recover, please let me in on the joke!” He knew it had something to do with the mysterious ships, so he looked closely at them in hopes that he would get the point, too. When he saw it, he blinked in amazement “Hey! What is this? Those ships are exact duplicates of the Ancient Mariner!"

  “That-that's what I was laughing at,” Arcot explained, wiping his eyes. “Four big, brave explorers, scared of their own shadows!"

  “The light from our own ship has come back to us, due to the intense curvature of the space which encloses us. In normal space, a light ray would take hundreds of millions of years to travel all the way around the Universe and return to its point of origin. Theoretically, it would be possible to photograph our own Galaxy as it was thousands of millennia ago by the light which left it then and has traveled all the way around the curvature of space.

  “But our space has such terrific curvature that it only takes a fraction of a second for light to make the trip. It has gone all the way around our little cosmos and come back again.

  “If we'd shot at it, we would have really done ourselves in! The ray beam would go around and hit us from behind!"

  “Say, that is a nice proposition!” laughed Fuller. “Then we'll be accompanied by those ghosts all the way? There goes the spirit ‘nine fathoms deep’ which moves the ship-the ghosts that work the sails. This will be a real Ancient Mariner trip!"

  It was like that famed voyage in another way, too! The men found little to do as they passed on at high speed through the vast realm of space. The chronometer pointed out the hours with exasperating slowness. The six hours that were to elapse before the first stop seemed as many days. They had thought of this trip as a wonderful adventure in itself, but the soundless continued monotony was depressing. They wandered around, aimlessly. Wade tried to sleep, but after lying strapped in his bunk for half an hour, he gave up in despair.

  Arcot saw that the strain of doing nothing was not going to be good for his little crew and decided to see what could be done about it.

  He went down to the laboratory and looked for inspiration. He found it.

  “Hey! Morey! Wade! Fuller! Come on down here! I've got an idea!” he called.

  They came to find him looking meditatively at the power pack from one of the flying suits he had designed. He had taken the lux metal case off and was looking at the neat apparatus that lay within.

  “These are equipped for use with the space suits, of course,” Morey pointed out, “and that gives us protection against gases. But I wonder if we might install protection against mechanical injury-with intent to damage aforethought! In other words, why not equip these suits with a small invisibility apparatus? We have it on the ship, but we might need personal protection, too."

  “Great idea,” said Wade, “provided you can find room in that case."

  “I think we can. We won't need to add anything but a few tuning devices, really, and they don't take a whale of a lot of power."

  Arcot pointed out the places where they could be put; also, he replaced some of the old induction coils with one of his new storage cells and got far higher efficiency from the tubes.

  But principally, it was something to do.

  Indeed, it was so thoroughly something to’ do that the six hours had almost elapsed before they realized it. In a very short time, they returned again to the control room and strapped themselves in.

  Arcot reached toward the little red switch that controlled the titanic energies of the huge coil below and pulled it back a quarter of the way.

  “There go the ghosts!” he said. The images had quickly disappeared, seemingly leaping away from them at terrific speed as the space in which the ship was enclosed opened out more and more and the curvature decreased. They were further away from themselves!

  Easing back a quarter at a time, to prevent sparks again flying about in the atmosphere of the ship, Arcot cut the power to zero, and the ship was standing still once more.

  They hurriedly dived to the observatory and looked eagerly out the window.

  Far, far behind them, floating in the marvelous, soft, utter blackness of space, was a shining disc made up of myriads of glowing points. And it didn't seem to be a huge thing at a great distance, but simply a small glowing object a few feet outside the window.

  So perfectly clear was their view through the lux metal wall and the black, empty space that all sense of distance was lost.. It seemed more a miniature model of their universe-a tiny thing that floated close behind them, unwavering, shining with a faint light, a heatless illumination that made everything in the darkened observatory glow very faintly. It was the light of three hundred million suns seen at a distance of three million million million miles! And it seemed small because there was nothing with which to compare it.

  It was an amazingly beautiful thing, that tiny floating disc of light.

  Morey floated over to the cameras and began to take pictures.

  “I'd like to take a color shot of that,” he said a few minutes later, “but that would require a direct shot through the reflector telescope and a time exposure. And I can't do that; the ship is moving."

  “Not enough to make any difference,” Arcot contradicted. “We're moving away from it in a straight line, and that thing is three quintillion miles away. We're not moving fast enough to cause any measurable contraction in a time exposure. As for having a steady platform, this ship weighs a quarter of a million tons and is held by gyroscopes. We won't shake it."

  While Morey took the time exposure, Arcot looked at the enlarged image in the telectroscope and tried to make angular measurements from the individual stars. This he found impossible. Although he could spot Betelgeuse and Antares because of their tremendous radiation, they were too close together for measurements; the angle subtended was too small.

  Finally, he decided to use the distance between Antares and S Doradus in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud, one of the two clouds of stars which float as satellites to the Galaxy itself.

  To double-check, he used the radius of the Galaxy as base to calculate the distance. The distances checked. The ship was five hundred thousand light years from home!

  After all the necessary observations were made, they swung the ship on its axis and looked ahead for a landing place. The nebulae ahead were still invisible to the naked eye except as points, but the telectroscope finally revealed one as decidedly nearer than the rest. It seemed to be a young Island Universe, for there was still a vast cloud of gas and dust from which stars were yet to be born in the central whorl-a single titanic gas cloud that stretched out through a million billion miles of space.

  “Shall we head for that?” asked Arcot at last, as Morey finished his observations.

  “I think it would be as good as any-there are more stars there than we can hope to visit.” “
Well, then, here we go!"

  Arcot dived for the control room, while Morey shut off the telectroscope and put the latest photographs in the file. Suddenly space was snapping about him-they were off again. Another shock of surging energy-another-the ship leaped forward at tremendous speed-still greater-then they were rushing at top speed, and beside them ran the ghost ships of the Ancient Mariner.

  Morey pushed himself into the control room just as Arcot,

  Wade, and Fuller were getting ready to start for the lab.

  “We're off for quite a while, now,” he said. “Our goal is about five days away. I suggest we stop at the end of four days, make more accurate measurements, then plan a closer stop.

  “I think from now on we ought to sleep in relays, so that there will be three of us awake at all times. I'll turn in now for ten hours, and then someone else can sleep. Okay?"

  It was agreed, and in the meantime the three on duty went down to the lab to work.

  Arcot had finished the installation of the invisibility apparatus in his suit at the end of ten hours, much to his disappointment. He tested it, then cast about for something to do while Wade and Morey added the finishing touches to theirs.

  Morey came down, and when Wade had finished his, which took another quarter of an hour, he took the off duty shift.

  Arcot had gone to the library, and Morey was at work down below. Fuller had come up, looking for something to do, and had hit upon the excellent idea of fixing a meal.

  He had just begun his preparations in the kitchen when suddenly the Ancient Mariner gave a violent leap, and the men, not expecting any weight, suddenly fell in different ways with terrific force!

  Fuller fell half the length of the galley and was knocked out by the blow. Wade, asleep in bed, was awakened violently by the shock, and Morey, who had been strapped in his chair, was badly shaken.

  Everyone cried out simultaneously-and Arcot was on his way to the control room. The first shock was but a forerunner of the storm. Suddenly the ship was hurled violently about; the air was shot through with great burning sparks; the snapping hiss of electricity was everywhere, and every pointed metal object was throwing streamers of blue electric flame into the air! The ship rocked, heaved, and cavorted wildly, as though caught in the play of titanic forces!