Chapter 3

The Lotus went on toward Planet Five, leaving a world which should have been alive and wasn’t, to go to a world which should not exist, but did. On the way there was argument which became embittered. In theory, the discoveries made by a Survey ship became automatically available to all the world. But the discovery of Three in the state it was in would have political results on Earth.

It was--and is--a fact that nobody really believes in death until he sees a dead man. And nobody can believe in the destruction of a planet unless he’s seen the corpse or color photographs of it. But that was precisely what the Lotus had to carry back to Earth. The WDA nations would see those pictures and read the facts. They would believe in atomic war and the complete sterilization of a world. The Com nations would not see the pictures. They would continue to believe that the West--the WDA--was decadent and enslaved to tyrannical warmongers, and obviously could not resist the splendid armed forces of the Com association. And they wouldn’t really believe there could be more than isolated, crazy resistance to their valiant troops. So they’d back their leaders with enthusiasm, and the Western peoples at most would be merely desperate.

The Lotus arrived at Planet Four--which by the Lauriac laws should have been similar to Mars. It was almost its twin. It had ice-caps of hoarfrost and its atmosphere was thin and barely contaminated by oxygen. A base could be maintained here, of course, provided one had a source of supply. A base here, incidentally, would have much the value of the Com base on Luna.

The Lotus did not find that base. It found no cities or signs of settlement. But it did find a bombcrater, miles across and it seemed miles deep. There was an accumulation of reddish dust at its bottom, trapped from the thin winds that blew over this half-frozen world.

The Lotus went on to Planet Five.

The sun, so far out, was very small and its warmth was barely perceptible. But there was vegetation. The surface temperature was above freezing. The Lauriac Laws had predicted that the central metallic core would be small, and the greater part of its mass should be stony. The radioactives in Earth’s thin rocky crust produce a constant flow of heat from the interior to the surface. It is considered that it is enough heat to melt a fraction of an inch of ice in a year. On this planet, with a crust many hundreds instead of mere scores of miles thickness, the internal heat was greater. The world was not frozen, and life existed here. It was a pallid, unnatural sort of life which had developed to live in starlight with a feeble assist from a very bright nearby star which happened to be its sun.

There was a base here, too. Kelley located it when he found a resonant return of certain frequencies from the ground. It was not a reflection, but resonance. And so they found the base.

It had been built by engineers the humans on the Lotus could only admire. There were gigantic doors which could admit the Lotus herself. They were rusted shut and had to be opened with explosives. There were galleries and tunnels and laboratories. There were missile launchers and missile-storage chambers. There was a giant dome housing a telescope men had not even dreamed of equalling. It was not an optical telescope.

Ultimately they found a mortuary, where the members of the garrison were placed when they died. The Lotus was not equipped for the archeological and technological studies the base called for. Its function was to scout out things for especially qualified expeditions to study. And, of course, there was the political situation back on Earth...

On the fourth day after landing, the skipper sent for Nolan. The skipper sweated a little.

“Nolan,” he said querulously, “we’ve found something.”

“A bug-eyed monster?” asked Nolan dourly.

“No.” The skipper mopped his forehead. “Back yonder, on Three, you took a few looks from twenty million miles and figured out what had happened there. We’d have worked it out eventually, but you saw it at once. You’re lucky that way. Now we’ve found something. It’s an--instrument. We’re short on time. Come with me and make some guesses.”

He led the way, explaining jerkily as he went. The thing was in a room by itself, with its own air system and apparently its own food store. It was inside four successive systems of locked doors--all of them inches-thick stainless steel. It was intended that the last door could be opened from inside. It was evidently the very heart of the armed base on Planet Five. Anything sealed up like that would have to be either incredibly valuable or incredibly dangerous.

Nolan followed through the shattered doors, and presently the skipper made a helpless gesture. There was the discovery. It looked more like an old-fashioned telescope than anything else. It had a brass barrel, and it was very solidly mounted, and there were micro-micro adjustments to point it with almost infinite exactitude. It had been sealed in a completely air-tight environment, and what moisture was present had combined with other metals. It wasn’t rusted. There was an eyepiece, placed in an improbable position, and there was a trigger. It wasn’t like a gun-trigger, but it couldn’t have any other purpose. There was no porthole for it to fire through. The compartment in which it had been sealed was deep underground.

Nolan said uneasily:

“It’s a weapon, of course.”

“Of course!” said the skipper. He mopped his forehead. “I--I think we should take it home. It might make a difference to WDA. But we don’t know what it does! It could be a mistake...”

Nolan walked around it. He saw that it could be aimed in almost any direction. But not quite. There was a direction that stops prevented it from pointing to. Nolan said:

“What’s in that direction?”

The skipper jumped. When Nolan asked the question he began to suspect many answers. He said in a stricken voice, “That’s where the missiles were launched--and where the others are stored.”

Nolan stared at the thing. It looked hateful. It had the savage feel of a frozen snarl.

“The power-pile?”

The skipper nodded. He mopped his face again.

“Right alongside. We figured they wanted to shield the rest of the base from radioactives.”

Nolan said carefully:

“It could be that they wanted to shield the radioactives from something in the base. Maybe something that would act on radioactives is involved.” He said painfully, “Men can’t change the rate of fission except by building up a critical mass. But maybe--possibly bug-eyed monsters could.”

The skipper perspired. He’d have worked out the same thing in the long run, but Nolan saw it right away. He went away and got the ship’s engineers. They brought an X-ray for finding flaws in metal. They took pictures of the inwards of the brass-barreled instrument in its place. They traced two separate, incomprehensible circuits. But they were separate.

At long last the skipper nodded permission for Nolan to try the eyepiece, to see what it showed with heavy metal and much soil and vegetation atop it. They taped the trigger so it could not be moved. The controls affecting the eyepiece they left free. The skipper almost dripped sweat as Nolan turned on the eyepiece circuit, peering in.

For a long time he saw nothing whatever. Then a tiny disk moved slowly into the eyepiece’s field. It was barely larger than a point. Nolan moved one of the eyepiece controls. The disk enlarged. It enlarged again. A tiny red dot appeared in the center of the field of vision. As the disk enlarged, the red dot grew larger and became a tiny red circle.

Nolan fumbled. He shifted the position of the instrument with a micro-control. He moved the faintly glowing disk until it was enclosed in the red circle. He enlarged ... Presently the disk was very large, and the red circle ceased to enlarge. It enclosed only a part of the disk.

Nolan felt cold chills down his spine. He swallowed and asked for the angular relationship of Planet Four to Three. The skipper sent someone to find it out. But Nolan had found Planet Four before the answer came. The first disk was in some fashion a representation of Planet Three--the Earthlike world which was dead. The second was a representation of Four. There was a bright spot near the equator of Four--the equator being located by the flattening of the poles. It would be just about where a gigantic atom-bomb crater still existed.

Nolan drew back and took a deep breath.

“Apparently,” he said unsteadily, “this eyepiece detects radioactives, converting something that I can’t imagine into visible light after it’s passed through a few feet of metal and a good many more of dirt. There’s a red ring which makes me think of a gun-sight. And there’s a trigger. Skipper, would you send half an ounce or so of ship-fuel out to space in a drone? I think we’re going to have to pull this trigger.”

The skipper wrung his hands. He went away. And Nolan stood staring at nothing in particular, appalled and sickened by the thoughts that came to him.

Presently the skipper came back and mumbled that a drone was on the way up. Nolan searched for it with the eyepiece. He found it. The sensitivity of the eyepiece was practically beyond belief. What it worked on--what it transmuted and amplified to light--was wholly beyond his imagination.

The drone went four thousand miles out. Nolan absently asked for somebody to be posted out of doors, watching the sky. He got the vivid spark that was the half ounce of ship-fuel in the center of the red luminous ring. He turned his eyes away and pulled the trigger.

There was no sound. There was no vibration. There was no indication in the underground room that anything at all had happened. There was only a violent flare in the eyepiece, from which Nolan had just drawn back.

Someone came shouting from out of doors that there had been an intolerable flash of brilliance in the sky.

A few moments later the word came that the drone control board indicated that the drone had ceased to exist.

The Com Ambassador sighed a little when he saw the expression on the Coordinator’s face. Interviews with the titular head of the alliance of all Western nations became increasingly a strain on his politeness. But the Coordinator said grimly: