"Smith, E E 'Doc' - Lensman 05 - Second Stage Lensman" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith E. E. Doc)

"True. Nevertheless, a millionth of that power, properly applied, could be at least a million times as deadly."
"How?" The Tellurian, although shocked, was dubious.
"I have reasoned it out that thought, in any organic being, is and must be connected with one definite organic compoundЦthis one," the Velantian explained didactically, the while there appeared within the technician's mind the space formula of an incredibly complex molecule; a formula which seemed to fill not only his mind, but the entire room as well. "You will note that it is a large molecule, one of very high molecular weight. Thus it is comparatively unstable. A vibration at the resonant frequency of any one of its component groups would break it down, and thought would therefore cease."
It took perhaps a minute for the full import of the ghastly thing to sink into Thorndyke's mind. Then, every fiber of him flinching from the idea, he began to protest.
"But he doesn't need it, Worsel. He's got a mind already that can..."
"It takes much mental force to kill," Worsel broke in equably. "By that method one can slay only a few at a time, and it is exhausting work. My proposed method would require only a minute fraction of a watt of power and scarcely any mental force at all."
"And it would killЦit would have to. That reaction could not be made reversible."
"Certainly," Worsel concurred. "I never could understand why you soft-headed, soft-hearted, soft-bodied human beings are so reluctant to kill your enemies. What good does it do merely to stun them?"
"QXЦskip it" Thorndyke knew that it was hopeless to attempt to convince the utterly unhuman Worsel of the fundamental lightness of human ethics. "But nothing has ever been designed small enough to project such a wave."
"I realize that. Its design and construction will challenge your inventive ability. Its smallness is its great advantage. He could wear it in a ring, in the bracelet of his Lens; or, since it will be actuated, controlled, and directed by thought, even imbedded surgically beneath his skin."
"How about backfires?" Thorndyke actually shuddered. "Projection... shielding..."
"DetailsЦmere details," Worsel assured him, with an airy flip of his scimitared tail.
"That's nothing to be running around loose," the man argued. "Nobody could tell what killed them, could they?"
"Probably not." Worsel pondered briefly. "No. Certainly not. The substance must decompose in the instant of death, from any cause. And it would not be 'loose', as you think; it should not become known, even. You would make only the one, of course."
"Oh. You don't want one, then?"
"Certainly not. What do I need of such a thing? Kinnison onlyЦand only for his protection."
"Kim can handle it... but he's the only being this side of Arisia that I'd trust with one... QX, give me the dope on the frequency, wave-form, and so on, and I'll see what I can do."

CHAPTER 2
Invasion Via Tube
Port Admiral Haynes, newly chosen president of the Galactic Council and by virtue of his double office the most powerful entity of Civilization, set instantly into motion the vast machinery which would make Tellus safe against any possible attack. He first called together his Board of Strategy; the same keen-minded tacticians who had helped him plan the invasion of the Second Galaxy and the eminently successful attack upon Jarnevon. Should Grand Fleet, many of whose component fleets had not yet reached their home planets, be recalled? Not yetЦlots of time for that. Let them go home for a while first. The enemy would have to rebuild before they could attack, and there were many more pressing matters.
Scouting was most important. The planets near the galactic rim could take care of that. In fact, they should concentrate upon it, to the exclusion of everything else of warfare's activities. Every approach to the galaxyЦyes, the space between the two galaxies and as far into the Second Galaxy as it was safe to penetrateЦshould be covered as with a blanket. That way, they could not be surprised.
Kinnison, when he heard that, became vaguely uneasy. He did not really have a thought; it was as though he should have had one, but didn't. Deep down, far off, just barely above the threshold of perception an indefinite, formless something obtruded itself upon his consciousness. Tug and haul at it as he would, he could not get the drift. There was something he ought to be thinking of, but what in all the iridescent hells from Vandemar to Alsakan was it? So, instead of flitting about upon his declared business, he stuck around; helping the General StaffЦand thinking.
And Defense Plan BBT went from the idea men to the draftsmen, then to the engineers. This was to be, primarily, a war of planets. Ships could battle ships, fleets fleets; but, postulating good tactics upon the other side, no fleet, however armed and powered, could stop a planet. That had been proved. A planet had a mass of the order of magnitude of one times ten to the twenty fifth kilograms, and an intrinsic velocity of somewhere around forty kilometers per second. A hundred probably, relative to Tellus, if the planet came from the Second Galaxy. Kinetic energy, roughly, about five times ten to the forty first ergs. No, that was nothing for any possible fleet to cope with.
Also, the attacking planets would of course be inertia-less until the last strategic instant. Very well, they must be made inert prematurely, when the Patrol wanted them that way, not the enemy. How? HOW? The Bergenholms upon those planets would be guarded with everything the Boskonians had.
The answer to that question, as worked out by the engineers, was something they called a "super-mauler". It was gigantic, cumbersome, and slow; but little faster, indeed, than a free planet. It was like Helmuth's fortresses of space, only larger. It was like the special defense cruisers of the Patrol, except that its screens were vastly heavier. It was like a regular mauler, except that it had only one weapon. All of its incomprehensible mass was devoted to one thingЦpower! It could defend itself; and, if it could get close enough to its objective, it could do plenty of damageЦits dreadful primary was the first weapon ever developed capable of cutting a Q-type helix squarely in two.
And in various solar systems, uninhabitable and worthless planets were converted into projectiles. Dozens of them, possessing widely varying masses and intrinsic velocities. One by one they flitted away from their parent suns and took up positionsЦnot too far away from our Solar System, but not too near.
And finally Kinnison, worrying at his tantalizing thought as a dog worries a bone, crystallized it. Prosaically enough, it was an extremely short and flamboyantly waggling pink skirt which catalyzed the reaction; which acted as the seed of the crystallization. PinkЦa ChickladorianЦXylpic the NavigatorЦOverlords of Delgon. Thus flashed the train of thought, culminating in:
"Oh, so that's it!" he exclaimed, aloud. "A TUBE-just as sure as hell's a mantrap!" He whistled raucously at a taxi, took the wheel himself, and brokeЦor at least bentЦmost of the city's traffic ordinances in getting to Haynes' office.
The Port Admiral was always busy, but he was never too busy to see Gray Lensman Kinnison; especially when the latter demanded the right of way in such terms as he used then.
"The whole defense set-up is screwy," Kinnison declared. "I thought I was overlooking a bet, but I couldn't locate it. Why should they fight their way through inter-galactic space and through sixty thousand parsecs of planet-infested galaxy when they don't have to?" he demanded. "Think of the length of the supply line, with our bases placed to cut it in a hundred places, no matter how they route it. It doesn't make sense. They'd have to out-weigh us in an almost impossibly high ratio, unless they have an improbably superior armament."
"Check." The old warrior was entirely unperturbed. "Surprised you didn't see that long ago. We did. I'll be very much surprised if they attack at all."
"But you're going ahead with all this just as though..."
"Certainly. Something may happen, and we can't be caught off guard. Besides, it's good training for the boys. Helps morale, no end." Haynes' nonchalant air disappeared and he studied the younger man keenly for moments. "But Mentor's warning certainly meant something, and you said 'when they don't have to'. But even if they go clear around the galaxy to the other sideЦan impossibly long haulЦwe're covered. Tellus is far enough in so they can't possibly take us by surprise. SoЦspill it!"
"How about a hyperspatial tube? They know exactly where we are, you know."
"Urn... m... m." Haynes was taken aback. "Never thought of it... possible, distinctly a possibility. A duodec bomb, say, just far enough underground..."
"Nobody else thought of it, either, until just now," Kinnison broke in. "However, I'm not afraid of duodecЦdon't see how they could control it accurately enough at this three-dimensional distance. Too deep, it wouldn't explode at all. What I don't like to think of, though, is a negasphere. Or a planet, perhaps."
"Ideas? Suggestions?" the admiral snapped.
"NoЦI don't know anything about that stuff. How about putting our Lenses on Cardynge?"
"That's a thought!" and in seconds they were in communication with Sir Austin Cardynge, Earth's mightiest mathematical brain.
"Kinnison, how many times must I tell you that I am not to be interrupted?" the aged scientist's thought was a crackle of fury. "How can I concentrate upon vital problems if every young whippersnapper in the System is to perpetrate such abominable, such outrageous intrusions..."
"Hold it, Sir AustinЦhold everything!" Kinnison soothed. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't have intruded if it hadn't been a matter of life or death. But it would be worse intrusion, wouldn't it, if the Boskonians sent a planet about the size of JupiterЦor a negasphereЦthrough one of their extra-dimensional vortices into your study? That's exactly what they're figuring on doing."
"WhatЦwhatЦwhat?" Cardynge snapped, like a string of firecrackers. He quieted down, then, and thought. And Sir Austin Cardynge could think, upon occasion and when he felt so inclined; could think in the abstruse symbology of pure mathematics with a cogency equalled by few minds in the universe. Both Lensmen perceived those thoughts, but neither could understand or follow them. No mind not a member of the Conference of Scientists could have done so.
"They can't!" of a sudden the mathematician cackled, gleefully disdainful. "ImpossibleЦquite definitely impossible. There are laws governing such things, Kinnison, my impetuous and ignorant young friend. The terminus of the necessary hyper-tube could not be established within such proximity to the mass of the sun. This is shown by..."
"Never mind the proofЦthe fact is enough," Kinnison interposed, hastily. "How close to the sun could it be established?"
"I couldn't say, off-hand," came the cautiously scientific reply. "More than one astronomical unit, certainly, but the computation of the exact distance would require some little time. It would, however, be an interesting, if minor, problem. I will solve it for you, if you like, and advise you of the exact minimum distance."
"Please do soЦthanks a million," and the Lensmen disconnected.
"The conceited old goat!" Haynes snorted. "I'd like to smack him down!"
"I've felt like it more than once, but it wouldn't do any good. You've got to handle him with glovesЦbesides, you can afford to make concessions to a man with a brain like that."
"I suppose so. But how about that infernal tube? Knowing that it can not be set up within or very near Tellus helps some, but not enough. We've got to know where it isЦif it is. Can you detect it?"