Invaders from the Infinite Part 13

"As a driving device it might be set to pull the entire s.h.i.+p along, and still not have any acceleration detectable to the occupants.

"I think we'll use that on our big s.h.i.+p," he finished, his eyes far away on some future idea.

"Natural gravity of natural matter is, luckily, not selective. It goes in all directions. But this artificial gravity is controlled so that it does not spread, and the result is that the ma.s.s-attraction of a ma.s.s of matter does not fall off as the inverse square of the distance, but like the ray from the parallel beam spotlight, continues undiminished.

"Actually, they create an exceedingly intense, exceedingly small gravitational field, and direct it in a straight line. The building up of this field is what takes time."

Zezdon Afthen, who had a question which was troubling him, looked anxiously at his friends. Finally he broke into their thoughts which had been too cryptically abbreviated for him to follow, like the work of a professor solving some problem, his steps taken so swiftly and so abbreviated that their following was impossible to his students.

"But how is it that the machine is not moved when exerting such force on some other body?" he asked at last.

"Oh, the ray concentrates the gravitational force, and projects it. The actual strain is in s.p.a.ce. It is s.p.a.ce that takes the strain, but in normal cases, unless the ma.s.ses are very large, no considerable acceleration is produced over any great distance. That law operates in the case of the pulled body; it pulls the gravitational field as a normal field, the inverse-square law applying.

"But on the other hand, the gravity-beam pulls with a constant force.

"It might be likened to the light-pressure effects of a spotlight and a star. The spotlight would push the sun with a force that was constant; no matter what the distance, while the light pressure of the sun would vary as the inverse square of the distance.

"But remember, it is not a body that pulls another body, but a gravitational field that pulls another. The field is in s.p.a.ce. A normal field is necessarily attached to the matter that it represents, or that represents it as you prefer, but this artificial field has no connection in the form of matter. It is a product of a machine, and exists only as a strain in s.p.a.ce. To move it you must move all s.p.a.ce, since it, like artificial matter, exists only where it is created in s.p.a.ce.

"Do you see now why the law of action and reaction is apparently flouted? Actually the reaction is taken up by s.p.a.ce."

Arcot rose, and stretched. Morey and Wade had been looking at him, and now they asked when he intended leaving for the intergalactic s.p.a.ces.

"Now, I think. We have a lot of work to do. At present we have the mathematics of the artificial matter to carry on, and the math of the artificial gravity to develop. We gave the Sirians all we had on artificial matter and on moleculars.

"They gave us all they had--which wasn't much beyond the artificial gravity, and a lot of work. At any rate, let's go!"

Chapter XIII

ATTACKED

The _Ancient Mariner_ stirred, and rose lightly from its place beside the city. Visible over the horizon now, and coming at terrific speed, was a fleet of seven Thessian s.h.i.+ps.

They must do their best to protect that city. Arcot turned the s.h.i.+p and called his decision to Morey. As he did so, one of the Thessian s.h.i.+ps suddenly swerved violently, and plunged downward. The attractive ray was in action. It struck the rocks of Neptune, and plunged in. Half buried, it stopped. Stopped--and backed out! The tremendously strong relux and lux had withstood the blow, and these strange, inhumanly powerful men had not been injured!

Two of the s.h.i.+ps darted toward him simultaneously, flas.h.i.+ng out molecular rays. The rays glanced off of Arcot's screen already in place, but the tubes were showing almost at once that this could not be sustained. It was evident that the swiftly approaching s.h.i.+ps would soon break down the s.h.i.+elds. Arcot turned the s.h.i.+p and drove to one side. His eyes went dead.

He cut into artificial s.p.a.ce, waited ten seconds, then cut back. The scene before him changed. It seemed a different world. The light was very dim, so dim he could scarcely see the images on the view plate.

They were so deep a red that they were very near to black. Even Sirius, the flaming blue-white star was red. The darting Thessian s.h.i.+ps were moving quite slowly now, moving at a speed that was easy to follow.

Their rays, before ionizing the air brilliantly red, were now dark. The instruments showed that the screen was no longer encountering serious loading, and, further, the load was coming in at a frequency harmlessly far down the radio spectrum!

Arcot stared in wide-eyed amazement. What could the Thessians have done that caused this change? He reached up and increased the amplification on the eyes to a point that made even the dim illumination sufficient.

Wade was staring in amazement, too.

"Lord! What an idea!" suddenly exclaimed Arcot.

Wade was staring at Arcot in equally great amazement. "What's the secret?" he asked.

"Time, man, time! We are in an advanced time plane, living faster than they, our atoms of fuel are destroyed faster, our second is shorter. In one second of our earthly time our generators do the same amount of work as usual, but they do many, many times more work in one second, of the time we were in! We are under the advanced time field."

Wade could see it all. The red light--normal light seen through eyes enormously speeded in all perceptions. The change, the dimness--dim because less energy reached them per second of their time. Then came this blue light, as they reached the X-ray spectrum of Sirius, and saw X-rays as normal light--s.h.i.+elded, tremendously s.h.i.+elded by the atmosphere, but the enormous amplification of the eyes made up for it.

The remaining Thessians seemed to get the idea simultaneously, and started for Arcot in his own time field. The Thessian s.h.i.+p appeared to be actually leaping at him. Suddenly, his speed increased inconceivably.

Simultaneously, Arcot's hand, already started toward the s.p.a.ce-control switch, reached it, and pushed it to the point that threw the s.h.i.+p into artificial s.p.a.ce. The last glimmer of light died suddenly, as the Thessian s.h.i.+p's bow loomed huge beside the _Ancient Mariner_.

There was a terrific shock that hurled the s.h.i.+p violently to one side, threw the men about inside the s.h.i.+p. Simultaneously the lights blinked out.

Light returned as the automatic emergency incandescent lights in the room, fed from an energy store coil, flashed on abruptly. The men were white-faced, tense in their positions. Swiftly Morey was looking over the indicators on his remote-reading panel, while Arcot stared at the few dials before the actual control board.

"_There's an air pressure outside the s.h.i.+p!_" he cried out in surprise.

"High oxygen, very little nitrogen, breathable apparently, provided there are no poisons. Temperature ten below zero C."

"Lights are off because relays opened when the crash short circuited them." Morey and the entire group were suddenly shaking.

"Nervous shock," commented Zezdon Afthen. "It will be an hour or more before we will be in condition to work."

"Can't wait," replied Arcot testily, his nerves on edge, too.

"Morey, make some good strong coffee if you can, and we'll waste a little air on some smokes."

Morey rose and went to the door that led through the main pa.s.sage to the galley. "Heck of a job--no weight at all," he muttered. "There is air in the pa.s.sage, anyway." He opened the door, and the air rushed from the control room to the pa.s.sage till the pressure was equalized. The door to the power room was shut, but it was bulged, despite its two-inch lux metal, and through its clear material he could see the wreckage of the power room.

"Arcot," he called. "Come here and look at the power room. Quintillions of miles from home, we can't shut off this field now."

Arcot was with him in a moment. The tremendous ma.s.s of the nose of the Thessian s.h.i.+p had caught them full amid-s.h.i.+p, and the powerful ram had driven through the room. Their lux walls had not been touched; only a sledge-hammer blow would have bent them under any circ.u.mstances, let alone breaking them. But the tremendously powerful main generator was split wide open. And the mechanical damage was awful. The prow of the s.h.i.+p had been driven deep into the machine, and the power room was a wreck.

"And," pointed out Morey, "we can't handle a job like that. It will take a tremendous amount of machinery back on a planet to work that stuff, and we couldn't bend that bar, let alone fix it."

"Get the coffee, will you please, Morey? I have an idea that's bound to work," said Arcot looking fixedly at the machinery.

Morey turned and went to the galley.

Five minutes later they returned to the corridor, where Arcot stood still, looking fixedly at the engine room. They were carrying small plastic balloons with coffee in them.

They drank the coffee and returned to the control room, and sat about, the terrestrians smoking peacefully, the Ortolian and the Talsonian satisfying themselves with some form of mild narcotic from Ortol, which Zezdon Afthen introduced.

"Well, we have a lot more to do," Arcot said. "The air-apparatus stopped working a while back, and I don't want to sit around doing nothing while the air in the storage tanks is used up. Did you notice our friends, the enemy?" Through the great pilot's window the bulk of the Thessian s.h.i.+p's bow could be seen. It was cut across with an exact.i.tude of mathematical certainty.

"Easy to guess what happened," Morey grinned. "They may have wrecked us, but we sure wrecked them. They got half in and half out of our s.p.a.ce field. Result--the half that was in, stayed in. The half that was out stayed out. The two halves were instantaneously a billion miles apart, and that beautifully exact surface represents the point our s.p.a.ce cut across.

"That being decided, the next question is how to fix this poor old wreck." Morey grinned a bit. "Better, how to get out of here, and down to old Neptune."

"Fix it!" replied Arcot. "Come on; you get in your s.p.a.ce suit, take the portable telectroscope and set it up in s.p.a.ce, motionless, in such a position that it views both our s.h.i.+p and the nose of the Thessian machine, will you, Wade? Tune it to--seven-seven-three." Morey rose with Arcot, and followed him, somewhat mystified, down the pa.s.sage. At the airlock Wade put on his s.p.a.ce suit, and the Ortolian helped him with it.

In a moment the other three men appeared bearing the machine. It was practically weightless, though it would fall slowly if left to itself, for the ma.s.s of the _Ancient Mariner_ and the front end of the Thessian s.h.i.+p made a considerable attractive field. But it was clumsy, and needed guiding here in the s.h.i.+p.