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New Apples in the Garden

by Kris Neville

Public Domain

Science Fiction Story: Some problems are perfectly predictable--yet not in the sense that allows a preprogrammed machine to handle them--

Tags: Science Fiction   Novel-Classic  

Eddie Hibbs reported for work and was almost immediately called out on an emergency. It was the third morning in succession for emergencies.

This time a section of distribution cable had blown in West Los Angeles. Blown cable was routine, but each instance merited the attention of an assistant underground supervisor.

Eddie climbed down the manhole with the foreman of the maintenance crew. There were deep pull marks on the lead sheath above where the cable had blown.

“Where’d they get it?” he asked.

“It came in from a job on the East Side.”

“Sloppy work,” Eddie said. “Water got in the splice?”

“These new guys...” the foreman said.

Eddie fingered the pull marks. “I think she’s about shot anyway. How much is like this?”

“A couple of hundred feet.”

“All this bad?”


Eddie whistled. “About fifteen thousand dollars worth. Well. Cut her back to here and make splices. Stand over them while they do it.”

“I’ll need two men for a week.”

“I’ll try to find them for you. Send through the paper.”

“I can probably find maybe another thousand miles or so that’s about this bad.”

“Don’t bother,” Eddie said.

That was Eddie’s productive work during the morning. With traffic and two sections of street torn up by the water people, he did not get back to his office until just before lunch. He listened to the Stock Market reports while he drove.

He learned that spiraling costs had retarded the modernization program of General Electronics and much of their present equipment was obsolete in terms of current price factors. He was also told to anticipate that declining sales would lead to declining production, thereby perpetuating an unfortunate cycle. And finally he was warned that General Electronics was an example of the pitfalls involved in investing in the so-called High Growth stocks.

Eddie turned off the radio in the parking lot as the closing Dow-Jones’ report was starting.

During lunch, he succeeded in reading two articles in a six-week-old issue of Electrical World, the only one of the dozen technical journals he found time for now.

At 12:35 word filtered into the department that one of the maintenance crew, Ramon Lopez, had been killed. A forty-foot ladder broke while atop it Lopez was hosing down a pothead, and he was driven backward into the concrete pavement by the high-pressure water.

Eddie tried to identify the man. The name was distantly familiar but there was no face to go with it. Finally the face came. He smoked two cigarettes in succession. He stubbed the last one out angrily.

“That was a tough one,” his supervisor, Forester, said, sitting on the side of Eddie’s desk. Normally exuberant, he was left melancholy and distracted by the accident. “You know the guy?”

“To speak to.”

“Good man.”

“After I thought about it a little bit,” Eddie said, “I remembered he was transferring tomorrow. Something like this brings a man up short, doesn’t it?”

“A hell of a shame. Just a hell of a shame.”

They were silent for a minute.

“How was the market this morning?” Forester asked.

“Up again. I didn’t catch the closing averages.”

“I guess that makes a new high.”

“Third straight day,” Eddie said.

“Hell of a shame,” Forester said.

“Yeah, Lopez was a nice guy.”

“Well...” Forester’s voice trailed off in embarrassment.

“Yeah, well...”

“I wanted to remind you about the budget meeting.”

Eddie glanced at his watch. “Hour and a half?”

“Yeah. You know, I feel like ... never mind. What about the burial transformers, you get on it yet?”

“The ones we’re running in the water mains for cooling? They’re out of warranty. None of the local shops can rewind them until the manufacturer sends out a field engineer to set them up for the encapsulation process.”

“How long is that going to take?” Forester asked.

“They tell me several months. Still doesn’t leave us with anything. The plant says they’ve fixed the trouble, but between them and the rewind shop, they can buck it back and forth forever.”

“I guess we’ll have to go back to the pad-mounted type.”

“People with the Gold Medallion Homes aren’t going to like the pads by their barbecues.”

Forester uncoiled a leg. “Draw up a memorandum on it, will you, Eddie?” He stood up. “That thing sure got me today. There’s just entirely too many of these accidents. A ladder breaking. I don’t know.”

Eddie tried to find something intelligent to say. Finally he said, “It was a rough one, all right.”

After Forester left, Eddie picked up, listlessly from the top of the stack one of the preliminary reports submitted for his approval.

The report dealt with three thousand capacitors purchased last year from an Eastern firm, now bankrupt. The capacitors were beginning to leak. Eddie called the electrical laboratory to see what progress was being made on the problem.

The supervisor refreshed his memory from the records. He reported: “I don’t have any adhesive man to work on it. Purchasing has half a dozen suppliers lined up--but none have any test data. I don’t know when we’ll get the time. We’re on a priority program checking out these new, low-cost terminations.”

“Can’t we certify the adhesive to some AIEE spec or something?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know of any for sealing capacitors, Eddie. Not on the maintenance end, at least.”

“Maybe Purchasing can get a guarantee from one of the suppliers?”

“For the hundred dollars of compound that’s involved? What good would that do us?”

Eddie thanked him and hung up. He signed the preliminary report.

He turned to the next one.

At 2:30 Forester came by and the two of them made their way between the jig-saw projections of maple and mahogany to the Conference Room.

Fourteen men were involved in the conference, all from operating departments. They shuffled in over a five minute period, found seats, lit cigarettes, talked and joked with one another.

When one of the assistants to the manager came in, they fell silent.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I think I’d better get right to the point today. The Construction Program in the Valley has now used up two bond issues. The voters aren’t going to approve a third one.”

He paused for effect then continued briskly:

“I see by the morning’s Times that the mayor is appointing a watch-dog commission. I guess you all saw it, too. The Department of Water and Power of the City of Los Angeles is going to be badly--and I mean badly--in the red at the end of the fiscal year.

“We’re in hot water.

“We do not seem to be getting through to the operating departments regarding the necessity for cost reduction. I have here last month’s breakdown on the Bunker Hill substation 115 KV installation. Most of you have seen it already, I think. I had it sent around. Now--”

The analysis continued for some ten minutes to conclude with an explosion:

“We’ve got to impose a ten per cent across the board cut on operating expenses.”

One of the listeners, more alert than the rest, asked, “That go for salaries?”

“For personnel making more than eight hundred dollars a month it does.”

There was a moment of shocked silence.

“You can’t make that stick,” one of the supervisors said. “Half my best men will be out tomorrow looking for better offers--and finding them, too.”

“I’m just passing on what I was told.”

The men in the room shuffled and muttered under their breaths.

“O.K., that’s the way they want it,” one of the supervisors said.

“I’ve brought along the notices for the affected personnel. Please see they’re distributed when you leave.”

After the meeting, Forester walked with Eddie back to his desk.

“You be in tomorrow, Eddie?”

“I guess I will, Les. I really don’t know, yet.”

“I’d hate to lose you.”

“It’s going to make it pretty rough. A man’s fixed expenses don’t come down.”

“I’ll see what I can do for you, maybe upgrade the classification--”

“Thanks, Les.”

Back at his desk, Eddie looked at his watch. Nearly time for the Safety Meeting. Lost-time injuries had been climbing for the last four months.

While waiting, he signed a sixty-three page preliminary report recommending a program for the orderly replacement of all transmission and distribution cable installed prior to 1946. It was estimated that the savings, in the long run, would total some quarter of a billion dollars. The initial expense, however, was astronomical.

After the Safety Meeting, Eddie prepared another memorandum indicating the acute need for a better training program and an increase in maintenance personnel. Shortage of qualified technicians was chronic.

At four twenty-five, the night supervisor phoned in to say he was having engine trouble with his new car and would be delayed until about six o’clock. Eddie agreed to wait for him.

Eddie dialed home to let his wife, Lois, know he would be late again. A modulated low-frequency note told him the home phone was out of order.

Ray Morely, one of the night-shift engineers, came in with coffee.

“You still here, Eddie?”

“Yeah, until Wheeler makes it. His car’s down.”

“Market hit a new high.”

“Yeah. I guess you heard about the meeting today?”

Ray sipped coffee. “Budget again? I missed the day crew. I got hung up in traffic and was a little late.”

“A pay cut goes with it, this time.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Been by your desk yet?”


“I’m not kidding. Ten per cent for those making above eight hundred.”

“Nobody’s going to put up with that,” Ray said. “We’re in an engineering shortage. We’ve got ICBMs rusting in their silos all over the country because we can’t afford the engineering maintenance--that’s how bad it is. Everybody’ll quit.”

“I don’t think they’ll make it stick. Ramon Lopez, one of the truck crew, was killed today hosing down a high-voltage pothead.”

“No kidding?”

Eddie told him about the accident.

“That was a rough one to lose, wasn’t it?”

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