"We worked it out together,” said Mart. “We had developed these things and didn’t know what to do with them. Finally, Berk got so tired of my griping about the impossibility of using them without giving them away that he suggested we do something about it. We have.”
Jennings shook his head. “Not yet, Mart. You haven’t done anything except stir up a hornet’s nest. It remains to be seen whether or not the stirring-up is going to result in any real action on your problem.”
“The stirring-up is something in itself,” said Mart. “Things will never be quite the same again for anyone who fully understands the symbology of the Volcano.”
“You are talking over my head!” said Goodman irritably. “I fail completely to understand what this is all about. You have produced a model which you have tacitly admitted has been correctly interpreted by myself and Dr. Jennings. Now you say you want patents — on a device which is already covered by patents!”
“You will recall,” said Mart, “that each patent refers to a specific, unnamed Law of Nature upon which the device in question is based. In accord with the present Patent System that is as far as I can go. And we had plenty of trouble going that far — getting the Volcano in under the wire as an amusement device instead of an immoral gambling machine.”
“What do you mean, that’s as far as you can go? Where else do you want to go?”
“Where would you like me to go?”
Goodman became slightly redder in the face. “I would like you to enlighten us in our ignorance regarding the structure and internal processes of the radioactive atom — if you consider us capable of understanding it. I would like you to show how the methods of propulsion in your rocket toy may be adapted to full-scale aircraft. And the Teleport... it’s obvious what we would like you to do with that, if it’s possible.”
“It’s possible, I assure you,” said Mart. “Let me say that I don’t know exactly how — that would take a corps of engineers some little time and a fairly well equipped development laboratory to design the exact means, but that is only a matter of detail.
“I am not an engineer, Dr. Goodman, nor a gimmick maker — except temporarily. I am a theoretical researcher and desire to remain so. Unfortunately, however, I have to eat. So do my family.”
“I don’t see what that — Any good University —”
“It is commonly supposed that the theoretical researcher is much like the Artiste of old: far above working for mere dirty money. He’s supposed to work for Truth and Knowledge, while somebody else — the development engineer — makes the old filthy green stuff.”
“Dr. Nagle —”
“Now if I were to do what you ask, to broadcast the basic principles which I have discovered and employed in these devices, I would be completely out in the cold. I would get no protection or further remuneration whatever. As long as I remain a maker of trinkets and gimmicks I am entitled to the full protection and blessings of our Patent Laws. The moment I step into the field of new, basic science I have no protection whatever. I cannot even use my own work!
“I cannot reveal to you these basic Laws of Nature which I have discovered without forfeiting all claim to financial benefit from my work!”
Dr. Goodman made a noise as if appalled by some enormous sacrilege. “Of course you can’t patent a Law of Nature! It’s unthinkable! That’s something that’s just there — for everybody to use.”
“Fine. Let them use it then.”
It had grown quite dark but they had not turned on the lights. The only illumination came from the glow over the city. From the darkness by the window they heard a low chuckle and Jennings said, “If we understand your Volcano properly, what you are saying is equivalent to saying that you would like to patent the atom.”
“Yes, you might put it that way,” Mart agreed reflectively. “I wish to take out a patent on the atom.”
“You’re making fun of us,” said Goodman stiffly. “At the moment it seems to be in particularly poor taste. The Government is most certainly in need of your work. I am sure there would be no question of proper remuneration.”
“You are, huh? A lab and two assistants and seventy-two hundred a year. I made almost a hundred thousand on the Nagle Rocket alone.” Mart turned and paced halfway across the room in a motion of sudden irritation. In the dim light he faced the AEC scientist directly.
“Dr. Goodman, you have been the first to have the honor of understanding the Volcano symbology, but you seem to have great difficulty in understanding what I have said. I want you to understand it. I want you to carry it back to the Commission’s laboratories. Whenever my name comes up among your fellow workers I want you to get this straight and report it correctly: Martin Nagle has discovered some of the most important and basic Laws of Nature that we can presently conceive.
“They are of immense importance to Government, industry, and the military, but unless Martin Nagle can obtain a patent on his work and get proper remuneration for it, he is going to do nothing with it except make trinkets, gadgets and gimcracks.
“And you may further tell them that Martin Nagle has not gone off his rocker. Quote me on it.”
He glanced at his watch. “If you don’t mind, gentlemen, I’m afraid we'll have to get back to the Club. Since it is our present source of income, Berk and I need to help with the evening crowds.”
Goodman was speechless as they left the room, but Jennings winked behind his companion’s back and shook Mart’s hand. “Keep in touch with me,” he said. “I’ll let you know the reaction out West. You’ll be going back to New York, soon?”
“Yes. We have arranged for a large number of franchises on the Volcano here. It will spread to other gambling centers. Then we are putting out another model to compete with pinball machines in bars and drugstores. All in all, I think it’s going to be a very successful device.”
“I hope so!” said Jennings fervently. “I certainly hope so!”
IV.
Baird had it on his program by the time they got back. Again, they were never quite sure how he managed to get news of their affairs so quickly. It could have been through Goodman this time, they thought, but even that seemed unlikely. At any rate, they heard his report firsthand as the two families had dinner together in Mart’s apartment.
“It’s out at last,” said Baird, pinching his nostrils together in self-righteousness. “One of the most startling news stories of all time is the truth behind the fantastic enterprises of ex-Govermnent scientists Martin Nagle and Kenneth Berkeley. You will remember these men resigned many months ago from secret Government laboratories to become involved in a toy manufacturing business. Lately, they have managed a gambling house in Las Vega, Nevada. We know now what Martin and Berkeley are after!
“A reliable informant of this reporter has learned that the goal of these two is the breaking down of the entire system of American Patent Law. And the method they choose is apparently that of blackmail!
“Since the beginning of the Patent System, our courts have kept sacred the forces of Nature and prevented them from falling into the hands of selfish, monopolistic interests. The country has prospered technically under the System, and our inventors and scientists have been abundantly rewarded by it.
“Now we have a blatant attempt to destroy it all by demanding control over the natural forces of the universe, which these two men refuse to disclose in the tradition of the great scientists. I do not know what the outcome of this contention will be, but I am certain that our courts will not allow such a brazen assault to succeed. Our Patent System must be protected and retained intact, in order to secure to inventors their just rights for the fruits of their labors, and at the same time guard against the monopolistic exploitation of the open storehouse of Nature.