Denison interrupted. “For some years, we will have to overbalance the Electron Pump to restore our section of the Universe to the point at which it was before the pump began operation.”
Neville nodded. “Will Luna City have the use of any of it?”
“If necessary. We feel the Solar batteries will probably supply what you need, but there is no objection to supplementation.”
“That is land of you,” said Neville, not bothering to mask the sarcasm. “And who will build and run the cosmeg pump stations?”
“Lunar workers, we hope,” said Gottstein.
“Lunar workers, you know,” said Neville. “Earth workers would be too clumsy to work effectively on the Moon.”
“We recognize that,” said Gottstein, “We trust the men of the Moon will cooperate.”
“And who will decide how much energy to generate, how much to apply for any local purpose, how much to radiate away? Who decides policy?”
Gottstein said, “The government would have to. It’s a matter of planetary decision.”
Neville said, “You see, then, it will be Moonmen who do the work; Earthmen who run the show.”
Gottstein said, calmly, “No. All of us work who work best; all of us administer who can best weigh the total problem.”
“I hear the words,” said Neville, “but it boils down anyway to us working and you deciding.... No, Commissioner. The answer is no.”
“You mean you won’t build the cosmeg pump stations?”
“Well build them, Commissioner, but they’ll be ours. Well decide how much energy to put out and what use to make of it.”
“That would scarcely be efficient. You would have to deal constantly with the Earth government since the cosmeg pump energy will have to balance the Electron Pump energy.”
“I dare say it will, more or less, but we have other things in mind. You might as well know now. Energy is not the only conserved phenomenon that becomes limitless once universes are crossed.”
Denison interrupted. “There are a number of conservation laws. We realize that.”
“I’m glad you do,” said Neville, turning a hostile glare in his direction. “They include those of linear momentum and angular momentum. As long as any object responds to the gravitational field in which it is immersed, and to that only, it is in free fall and can retain its mass. In order to move in any other way than free fall, it must accelerate in a non-gravitational way and for that to happen, part of itself must undergo an opposite change.”
“As in a rocketship,” said Denison, “which must eject mass in one direction in order that the rest might accelerate in the opposite direction.”
“I’m sure you understand, Dr. Denison,” said Neville, “but I explain for the Commissioner’s sake. The loss of mass can be minimized if its velocity is increased enormously, since momentum is equal to mass multiplied by velocity. Nevertheless, however great the velocity, some mass must be thrown away. If the mass which must be accelerated is enormous in the first place, then the mass which must be discarded is also enormous. If the Moon, for instance—”
“The Moon!” said Gottstein, explosively.
“Yes, the Moon,” said Neville, calmly. “If the Moon were to be driven out of its orbit and sent out of the Solar system, the conservation of momentum would make it a colossal undertaking, and probably a thoroughly impractical one. If, however, momentum could be transferred to the cosmeg in another Universe, the Moon could accelerate at any convenient rate without loss of mass at all. It would be like poling a barge upstream, to give you a picture I obtained from some Earth-book I once read.”
“But why? I mean why should you want to move the Moon?”
“I should think that would be obvious. Why do we need the suffocating presence of the Earth? We have the energy we need; we have a comfortable world through which we have room to expand for the next few centuries, at least. Why not go our own way? In any case, we will. I have come to tell you that you cannot stop us and to urge you to make no attempt to interfere. We shall transfer momentum and we shall pull out. We of the Moon know precisely how to go about building cosmeg pump stations. We will use what energy we need for ourselves and produce excess in order to neutralize the changes your own power stations are producing.”
Denison said, sardonically, “It sounds kind of you to produce excess for our sake, but it isn’t for our sake, of course. If our Electron Pumps explode the Sun, that will happen long before you can move out of even the inner Solar system and you will vaporize wherever you are.”
“Perhaps,” said Neville, “but in any case we will produce an excess, so that won’t happen.”
“But you can’t do that,” said Gottstein, excitedly. “You can’t move out. If you get out too far, the cosmeg pump will no longer neutralize the Electron Pump, eh, Denison?”
Denison shrugged. “Once they are as far off as Saturn, more or less, there may be trouble, if I may trust a mental calculation I have just made. It will, however, be many years before they recede to such a distance and by that time, we will surely have constructed space stations in what was once the orbit of the Moon and place cosmeg pumps on them. Actually, we don’t need the Moon. It can leave—except that it won’t.”
Neville smiled briefly. “What makes you think we won’t? We can’t be stopped. There is no way Earthmen can impose their will on us.”
“You won’t leave, because there’s no sense to doing so. Why drag the entire Moon away? To build up respectable accelerations will take years where the Moon-mass is concerned. You’ll creep. Build starships instead; miles-long ships that are cosmeg-powered and have independent ecologies. With a cosmeg momentum-drive, you can then do wonders. If it takes twenty years to build the ships, they will nevertheless accelerate at a rate that will enable them to overtake the Moon’s place within a year even if the Moon starts accelerating today. The ships will be able to change course in a tiny fraction of the time the Moon will.”
“And the unbalanced cosmeg pumps? What will that do to the Universe?”
“The energy required by a ship, or even by a number, will be far less than that required by a planet and will be distributed throughout large sections of the Universe. It will be millions of years before any significant change takes place. That is well worth the maneuverability you gain. The Moon will move so slowly it might as well be left in space.”
Neville said, scornfully, “We’re in no hurry to get anywhere—except away from Earth.”
Denison said, “There are advantages in having Earth as a neighbor. You have the influx of the Immigrants. You have cultural intercourse. You have a planetary world of two billion people just over the horizon. Do you want to give all that up?”
“Gladly.”
“Is that true of the people of the Moon generally? Or just of you? There’s something intense about you, Neville. You won’t go out on the surface. Other Lunarites do. They don’t like it particularly, but they do. The interior of the Moon isn’t their womb, as it is in your case. It isn’t their prison, as it is yours. There is a neurotic factor in you that is absent in most Lunarities, or at least considerably weaker. If you take the Moon away from Earth, you make it into a prison for all. It will become a one-world prison from which no man—and not you only—can emerge, not even to the extent of seeing another inhabited world in the sky. Perhaps that is what you want.”
“I want independence; a free world; a world untouched by the outside.”
“You can build ships, any number. You can move outward at near-light velocities without difficulty, once you transfer momentum to the cosmeg. You can explore the entire Universe in a single lifetime. Wouldn’t you like to get on such a ship?”