THE CHAIRMAN. We can’t spend the taxpayers’ money on hopes.
CAPT. MENNINGER. I know that and appreciate it. It isn’t hope I’m asking you to share. It’s judgment. Not only mine, but the collective judgment of the best-informed experts in this area.
THE CHAIRMAN. Um. Well, there are many worthy claims based on very sound judgment. We can’t grant all of them.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Of course, senator. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t confident of your fairness and competence.
THE CHAIRMAN. Well, do any of my distinguished colleagues have questions for this witness?
They did, but they were mostly perfunctory. The important people, like Senator Lenz and the minority leader, held back for another occasion; the minor members were principally concerned with getting their own positions on record.
The chief counsel was a trickier problem. He was smart. He was also wholly dedicated to making his bosses look good by keeping the joint committee out of trouble. Margie’s hope was to make saying yes look less troublesome than saying no.
MR. GIANPAOLO. You spoke of returns on an investment. Do you mean actual cash or some abstract kind of knowledge or virtue?
CAPT. MENNINGER. Oh, both, Mr. Gianpaolo.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Really, Ms. Menninger? Dollar returns?
CAPT. MENNINGER. Based on prior experience and what is already known about this planet, yes. Definitely.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Can you give us an idea of what these dollar returns will be?
CAPT. MENNINGER. In broad terms, yes, Mr. Gianpaolo. The tactran reports indicate valuable raw materials and the presence of intelligent life — at least, a near certainty of the former and a strong possibility of the latter. Of course, these are only instrument reports.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Which, as I understand it, are subject to conflicting interpretations.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Exactly, Mr. Gianpaolo, and that is why it is necessary to send a manned expedition out. The whole reason for the expedition is to find out what we can’t find out in any other way. If we knew what it would find, we wouldn’t have to send it. But there is a different kind of return that I think is even more important. I think of it as “leadership.”
MR. GIANPAOLO. Leadership?
CAPT. MENNINGER. The whole free world of food-exporting nations looks to us for that leadership, Mr. Gianpaolo. I don’t believe any of us wants to fail them. This is an opportunity that comes only once in a lifetime. I am here because I cannot in all conscience take the responsibility for losing it. It is, in the final analysis, this committee’s burden to carry.
Since nothing would be decided in open session, Marge was confident there would be time to make the members understand that that “burden” could best be unloaded by voting her the money.
If Marge Menninger had had her druthers, the testifying would have stopped there. But Gianpaolo was orchestrating the event. He was too wise to end on the note she preferred. He blunted her dramatic impact by dragging a long series of technical data out of her — “Yes, Mr. Gianpaolo, I understand that the planet’s surface gravity is point seven six that of Earth, and its atmospheric pressure about thirty percent higher. But the oxygen level is about the same.” He read her quotes about the “semi-greenhouse effect” and asked her what was meant by someone’s remarks about “the inexhaustible reserve of outgassing from the cold side, as interior heat boils out volatiles.” He got her, and himself, into a long complication about whether the designation of the star they were talking about was really Bes-bes Geminorum 8326 or Bes-bes Geminorum 8426 according to the New OAO General Catalogue — apparently both were given, because some typist made a mistake — until the chairman got restive. Then, satisfied that the audience was more than half asleep, he called for a ten-minute recess and returned to the attack.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Captain Menninger, I’m sure you know what it costs to launch a tachyon-transmitted space vessel. First -
CAPT. MENNINGER. Yes, sir, I believe I do.
MR. GIANPAOLO. First there is the immense expense of the launching vehicle itself. The costs for that alone, I believe, are in the neighborhood of six billion dollars.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Yes, sir. But as the vice-president announced in his message to the Tenth General Assembly of the World Conference on Exobiology, we already have such a launch vehicle. It can be used for a large number of missions.
MR. GIANPAOLO. But as the vice-president also announced, the time of that vehicle is fully booked. Prelaunch aiming time is as much as thirty days.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Yes, sir.
MR. GIANPAOLO. But your schedule calls for a launch to this — what is the name of it?
CAPT. MENNINGER. It has been referred to as “Son of Kung,” sir, but that name is not official.
MR. GIANPAOLO. I hope not. You want a launch every ten days.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Yes, sir. Essential backup.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Which means canceling the mining survey mission to Procyon IV. I am sure you know that this planet has been identified as having a very dense core, with therefore a good potential for supplies of uranium and other fissiles for our power plants.
The British had sent that probe out. Meticulously they had announced that under existing international agreements they were making the telemetry public. That was all public knowledge. Gianpaolo was just getting on the record.
CAPT. MENNINGER. Yes, sir. Of course, that works out as a very marginal operation, considering the investment necessary to mine and refine uranium and to ship it to us back here. The Bes-bes Geminorum planet has much more potential — as I have already testified.
MR. GIANPAOLO. Yes, Captain Menninger, you have made us aware of your opinions.
And that was all hogwash. What the British had not announced, but what both Marge and Gianpaolo knew from previous briefing, was that British scintillation counters had found no ionizing radiation to speak of in Procyon IV’s rather unpleasant atmosphere. Uranium there might be, but if so, it was thousands of meters deep. Marge was getting on the record too, although this particular record was private.
By the time she was through testifying, she was satisfied that things were moving in the right direction.
There remained the problem of Senator Lenz. He had far more muscle in the committee, and in the Senate generally, than anyone else — even the chairman. He had to be dealt with individually and privately, and Marge had plans for that.
She booked her return to Houston the long way around, by way of Denver. Her father drove her to Dulles Airport in his own car. Well, actually it wasn’t his own. It belonged to a government agency. So did Godfrey Menninger, when you came right down to it. The car was both a perquisite of rank and an indispensable necessity in what he did for the agency; twice a day, other employees of the agency went over it with electronic sniffers and radio probes to make sure it had been neitheHbombed nor bugged.
God Menninger told his daughter, “You did pretty well at the hearing.”
“Thanks, poppa. And thanks for that Pak’s report.”
“Had what you wanted in it?”
“Yep. Will you talk to the minority leader for me?”
“Already have, honey.”
“And?”
“Oh, he’s all right. If you get past Gus Lenz, I think you’ve got the committee taken care of. He didn’t say much at the hearing.”
“I didn’t expect him to.”
Her father waited, but as Marge did not go on he did not pursue the question. He said, “There’s a follow-up on your Pakistani friend. He’s at some kind of a meeting at K’ushui, along with some pretty high-powered people.”
“K’ushui? What the hell is a K’ushui?”
“Well,” said her father, “I kind of wish I could give you a better answer than I know. It’s a place in Sinkiang province. We haven’t had, uh, very full reports yet. But it’s not far from Lop Nor and not too far from the big radio dish, and Heir-of-Mao’s been there five or six times in the past year.”