“We had no explanation. Until two of my brightest young staff, Thursoe and O’Dell, became involved.”
“Jeanie met them both,” McAndrew said.
“Then you must know, Captain, that both of them are far brighter than I. They proposed a specific physical reason for the absence of neutrinos, arguing by analogy to the conserved vector current theory of Feynman and Gell-Mann. That would imply the existence of a new kind of weak force, and a new physical invariant. It was speculative, but I thought it looked very interesting. I mentioned the work and the theory in my weekly report of activities to the Food and Energy Council. I did not expect that it would receive external circulation — until the sudden arrival of Professor McAndrew’s request to visit the Geotron facility, and review the evidence.”
He turned to Mac. “Now I think that you should continue.”
“Well…” McAndrew became uneasy. “I don’t like to criticize other people’s work, you know, and the O’Dell and Thursoe theory is highly ingenious; but it did occur to me that there could be a simpler explanation.”
“You knew it,” Kugel said flatly. “Knew it before you ever left the Penrose Institute.”
“No. Everything depended on the experimental results.” McAndrew turned back to me. “You see, Jeanie, the Geotron had been operating at a very precise and very high neutrino energy, a domain that to my knowledge had not been explored before in any detail. It seemed to me that the explanation for the loss of neutrinos could be something as simple as resonance capture. Certain materials, common in Earth’s interior, may have a very high capture cross-section for neutrinos of the Geotron energy. And that could account for the observed difference between production and detection. It would also be a most important scientific discovery, because such a resonance is not predicted by current theories.”
“Mph,” I said. It meant, Mac, I have now heard more than I wish to know about lost neutrinos.
But McAndrew, as it turned out, was close to the end. “And there’s a very simple way to tell if I’m right,” he said. “In less than twelve hours we can do an experiment with a modulated Geotron energy, far from possible resonance, and get an instant neutrino count. That’s what O’Dell, Thursoe, and I have been working on. And we are just about ready for final set up.”
As I said, I’ve known McAndrew for a long time; long enough to interpret what he had just told me: he was all ready to do a neat physics experiment, and for the next half day nothing in heaven or earth would budge him from the Geotron facility.
That conviction was at once reinforced by Ernesto Kugel.
“You are of course welcome to remain here during the experiment,” he said to me placatingly. “On the other hand, one of the Administrator’s own staff members suggests that you might find a visit to our new food production plant, a few kilometers away, much more intriguing. He would be happy to serve as your escort.”
“More than happy.” And dead on cue, Van Lyle was standing at the entrance to the cubicle. “Ready when you are, Captain Roker.”
It was all fine — and all just a little bit too pat.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said, “before we leave.”
“Sure.”
Inside the stall I sat down on the toilet seat, put my head in my hands, and thought.
I was uncomfortable. What was the source of my discomfort? Nothing that I could put a name on, except that maybe the leopard had changed his spots a little too completely. This Van Lyle was not the Van Lyle I had known.
But what then were the dangers? Nothing that I could think of.
I was being paranoid. I went back out. I gave McAndrew a farewell hug, while Ernesto Kugel looked on approvingly. But as I was doing it I whispered in Mac’s ear, “I’m going to look at the food production center with Van Lyle. If I’m not back in twelve hours, you come after me.”
McAndrew is not good at this sort of thing. “What?” he said loudly.
“You heard.” I did not raise my voice. “See you soon — I hope.”
Earth is an amazing place. It’s a spent force, a used-up relic, a crusted dinosaur that the rest of the System looks back on and shakes its head.
But it doesn’t know that — or at least it won’t admit it.
The Malvinas’ food production facility was astonishing. On the seabed, powered by abundant fusion energy and with nothing but the raw elements as working material, the production center was making foodstuffs as good as any I’d tasted through the whole system. No wonder that Earth, with a ten thousand year supply of primordial methane promised by Ernesto Kugel, wanted to renege on supply contracts. It had little interest in what it saw as extortion from the Outer System.
Earth looked like — dare I say it? — the planet of the future.
Maybe it was that, the total unreality of the experience, that made me lower my guard. Lyle and I were walking through a chamber where vat after vat of synthesized milk and beef extract stood in ferment.
“We’ll visit the organic recycling center next,” he said. “But first, smell this.” We paused in front of an open container, much smaller than the others. “It is Roquefort cheese. Synthesized, but you’d never know it. Lean over, stick your head in, and take a good sniff. Then I’ll give you a taste.”
I leaned over the tub. And I passed out cold, without ever knowing that I had gone.
When I came to I was in a wheelchair, bound but not yet gagged. Lyle was standing at my side.
“Ah, there you are, Jeanie,” he said in a cheerful voice. “Back with us at last. Are you ready for action?”
My head reeled, and a cloying smell was still in my nostrils. How long had I been out? I didn’t know, but it felt like an age. McAndrew might arrive at any moment. I had to think, and I had to survive until that happened.
“I don’t know what you’re up to,” I said, “but I know it won’t work. They’ll come after me.”
“Will they now?” Lyle cocked his head politely. “Don’t take this wrong, Jeanie, but I think you are mistaken. Though I have to say that I am looking forward to the appearance of Professor McAndrew. The show wouldn’t be the same without him. I also think it would be better for the time being if your mouth were taped, just in case.” And a minute later, “I must say it was a surprise to me that you came here at all.”
That, I think, is just where we came in. And a couple of minutes later it was Mac’s arrival in a second wheelchair, pushed by Anna Griss herself, that sent me to a final misery.
“Mac,” I whispered, after he had been rolled up alongside me. I was already full of an awful suspicion. “Where are the others?”
“Others?” He frowned at me, high forehead wrinkling. “Others? I came by myself.”
McAndrew had done what I asked him to do — literally. He had come after me. Alone.
Well, at least there were few illusions left. And when Anna Griss came forward to stand in front of us, there were none. She was, as ever, elegantly dressed, carefully made up, and totally self-confident. She stared at us for a few seconds without speaking. At me, I would suggest, with a total cold hatred; at McAndrew, as at a wayward child who despite the best of advice has gone terribly and incorrigibly wrong.
“It took a while, didn’t it?” she said. “How long has it been since the Oort cloud? But it finally worked out all right. I knew it would.”
“You won’t get away with this, you know,” I said. “People know where McAndrew is. They know where I am.”
“I’m sure they do,” said Anna Griss. “But accidents happen, don’t they? A tour of the recycling facility, an unfortunate entry into a clearly forbidden area…”
“You’re a monster.”