Timescape. Part 22

Give me a solid set of numbers and I shall rule the world, he thought to himself, and laughed out loud.

He had dozed. He shook himself and rubbed his eyes. Halfway through the gesture he jerked his hands away and stared at the chart recorder.Jagged lines. The lyric curves of the resonances were shot through with sudden interruptions.He fished backward through the spool Of tape. If he had missed the key-in point--But no; there it was. He began to decode.

NEUROM I OL AJ WRITE QUOTE MESSAGE RECEIVED LA JOLLA.

UNQUOTE ON PAPER PLACE IN SAFETY DEPOSIT VAULT SAN.

DIEGO FIRST FEDERAL SAVINGS IN NAME OF IAN PETERSON.

MUST GUARANTEE BOX HELD THIRTY SIX YEARS SENDING THIS.

TO CHECK RECEIPT OF TRANSWRSODRMCJ RESULTING DINO-FLAGELLATES.

AND PLANKTONIC AVSDLDU AHXNDUROPFLM.

The clerk peered at him. "Yes, it's true, we do have.

free safety deposit boxes. But until the end of thecentury--!" He raised his eyebrows.

''You offer that, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but--""In a public advertis.e.m.e.nt.""Certainly. However, the intent--"''Your ad says I get a safety deposit box if I maintain a minimum balance of twenty-five dollars, right?""Indeed. But as I was beginning to say, we intend this as an initial offering to encourage clients to set up accounts. The firm certainly does not mean for customers to hold these indefinitely, solely on the strength--"''Your ad doesn't quibble the way you do.""I don't think .your--""I'm right and you know it. You want I should ask a ! ?for the manager? You're just starting out here, aren't you?"The clerk's face gave away nothing as he thought.

"Well ... you do seem to have uncovered an aspect we had not antic.i.p.ated ..."Gordon grinned. He took the yellow sheet of paper out of an envelope and put it on the desk.

CHAPTER FORTY.

NOVEMBER 3, ! 963.

"h.e.l.lO?'."Gordon? Gordon, is that you?"'qJncle Herb, ah." Gordon hesitated and looked at his office telephone receiver in puzzlement, as ough his uncle's voice were out of place here.'You're working so hard, you can't go home at night?""Well, you know, some experiments.""So the girl said."Gordon smiled. Not lady, his usual term. No, Penny was a girl. And his mother had undoubtedly told Uncle Herb what kind of girl."I'm calling about your mother."

''What? Why?" "She is krank."

''What? Cronk?" '"Krank, sick. She has been sick-for quite a while."

"Not when I was there."''When you were here, too, yes. She was. But for your visit, she did not let on."

a I o "Good grief. Look, what's wrong?"

"Somethifig with the pancreas, they said. They're not sure. These doctors, they never are."

"She said something about pleurisy, a long time ago--"

"Fhat was it. That was when it started up with her."

"How bad is it?"

"You know doctors, they don't say yet. But I think you ought to come home."

"Uncle Herb, look, I can't just now."

"She has started asking about you."

"Why didn't she call?"

''You know her, the trouble between you two."

''We weren't having any bad trouble."

''You can't fool your uncle, Gordon."

* "No, really, I didn't think it was."

"She thinks so. I think so, too, but I know you don't listen to your old dummy uncle's advice."

"Look, you're no dummy. I--" "Come see her.,- "I have a job, Uncle Herb. Cla.s.ses to teach. And these experiments now, they're very important."

"Your mother, you know she won't call you, but--"

'q would if I could, and I will, I will as soon as--"

"It's important to her, Gordon."

"Where is she now?"

"In the hospital, where else?"

"For what?"

"Some tests," he admitted.

"Okay, look, I really can't get away now. But soon.

Yes, soon I'll come."

"Gordon, I think now."

''No, look, Uncle Herb, I know how you feel. And I will come. Soon."

"Soon means when?"

"I'll call you. Let you know as soon as I can."

"All right then. Soon. She hasn't heard from you much lately."

"Right, I know. Soon. Soon."

4 2 o He called his mother, to explain. Her voice was thin nd reedy, shrunken by the miles. She seemed in good spirits, though. The doctors were very nice, they treated you with consideration. No, she had no problem with the hospital bills, he was not to worry about that. She played down the idea that he should come see her. He was a professor, he had students, and why spend all thgt money for only a few days.

Come home at Thanksgiving, that would be early enough, that would be fine. Uncle Herb was a little overconcerned, that was all. Gordon said abruptly into the telephone, "Tell him for me, I'm trying to not be a potzer, here. The work is at a crucial point." His mother paused. Potzer was not really a polite word, too close to putzer. But she let it go. "That he'll understand.

So do I, Gordon. Do your work, yes."

The university had arranged the press conference for Ramsey and Hussinger. There was a three-man team from the local CBS station, and the journalist who did the A University on Its Way to Greatness feature, as well as San Diego Union and Los Angeles Times men.

Gordon stood in the back of the hall. There were slides of the results, pictures of Hussinger beside the testing tanks, graphs of the breakdown in the ocean ecosystems. The audience was impressed. Ramsey fielded questions well. Hussinger--an overweight, balding man with quick, black eyes--spoke with rapid-fire intensity. A reporter asked Ramsey what led him to conjecture that such terrible things could come from such an obscure cause. Ramsey skirted the issue. He glanced at Gordon and then made .a vague remark about hunches coming out of nowhere.

People you knew or worked with said something and then you put them together, all without really knowing where the initial spark was from. Oh, the reporter asked, was someone else at UCLJ working a 2 I on things like this? Ramsey looked uneasy. "I don't think I can hy anything about that at this time," he murmured. Gordon slipped out the. back before the conference broke up. Outside, the air seemed smoky.

'He breathed deeply, felt dizzy, and coughed harshly.

The shafts of sunlight had a s.h.i.+fting, watery look.Hercules fell below the horizon around 9 m now, p. *

so Gordon could shut down the rig reasonably early.

There was still decoding work to be done, though, if he found any interruptions of the NMR traces. He got home reasonably early most of the time, for about a week. Then the noise level began to rise again. He received sporadic signals. Hercules was in thb sky from midmorning until night. He spent the day taking data. Then, after 9 o'clock, he would prepare his lectures and grade papers. He began to stay later and later. Once he slept in his office overnight.Penny looked up with surprise as he unlocked their front door. "Well, well. Run out of electricity?"

"No. Just finished early, that's all."

"Jesus, you look terrible."

"A little tired."

'qWant some wine?"

"Not Brookside, if that's what you're drinking."

"No, it's Krug."

"What was that Brookside doing a/round here?"

"For cooking."He got some wine and some corn chips and sat down at the kitchen table. Penny was gr,a. ding essays.

The radio was blaring AM music. ,Don t know much about history. Gordon frowned. Don t know much biology.

"Christ, turn that off." Don't know what a slide rule is for. Penny tilted her head to listen. "That's one of my favorites, Gordon." But I do know that I love you-- 4 2 H got up suddenly and savagely snapped theswitch over. "Bunch of know-nothing bulls.h.i.+t."

"It's a pretty song."

Gordon made a dry laugh.

"Christ, what's with you?""I just don't like s.h.i.+t music played dedbels too high.""I think you're feeling screwed by the Ramsey and Hussinger thing.""No, that's not it."'Vell, why not? You let them take all the credit."

"They deserved it."

"It wasn't their idea.""They can have it. What I'm working on is a lot bigger than that.""If it works out.""It'll work. The signal is coming through better."

'%Vhat does it say?""Some biochem stuff. More specs on tachyons."

"That's good? I mean, what can you use it for?"

"I'm sure it's going to fit together, as soon as I get enough pieces. I've got to find just one clear statement that confirms my hunch, my guess, and that'lllock it up." ,"What's your hunch?"Gordon shook his head silently."Come on. Look, you can tell me.""No. n.o.body. I'm telling n.o.body until I'm sure.

This whole thing is going to be mine. I don't want word leaking out before I can nail it for sure.""Christ, Gordon, I'm Penny. Remember me?"

"Look, I'm not saying.""G.o.dd.a.m.n, you're getting completely screwed up in the head, you know that?""If you don't like it, you can leave me alone."

"Yeah, well, maybe I will, Gordon. Maybe I will."

He found himself falling asleep in the day. He would jerk awake before the osdlloscope as though startled a zby some no.i.se, instantly afraid that he had missed some data.He taught his Cla.s.sical Electridty and Magnetism cla.s.s as though in a dream. He would drift from one blackboard to another, jotting down formulas in what he thought was a neat, readable print. He spoke facing the cla.s.s, but he gave the impression of carrying on an internal debate with himself. Occasionall after lecture, he would glance back at the boards before leaving, and be shocked at the cluttered lines of nearly unreadable scribbles.

Lakin avoided talking to Gordon about anything other than routine laboratory operations. Cooper, too, stayedin his small student's office and seldom sought out Gordon, even when he was blocked on a particular point. Gordon rarely went up to the Physics Department office on the third floor any more..

Secretaries had to seek him out in the laboratory. Hebrought his own lunch in a bag and ate it there, tending the NMR apparatus, fighting the recurring signal/noise problems, watching the jiggling yellow lines of the resonance curves.

"Dr. Bernstein?""Huh?" Gordon had been dozing in front of the scope. His eyes darted to the resonance lines, but they were undisturbed. 'Good; he had missed nothing.

Only then did he look up at the slender man who stood inside the laboratory door."I'm from UPI. I'm doing a background story on the Ramsey-Hussinger results. They've excited an enormous amount of concern, you know. I thought I would look into the contributions made by other faculty to""Why come to me?""I could not help but notice that you were the man Professor Ramsey kept looking at during their press a 2 a conference. I wondered if you might be the 'othersources' Professor Ramsey recently admitted-"

"When did he say that?""Just yesterday, while I was interviewing him."

"s.h.i.+t.""What was that, Doctor? You seem rather concerned.""No, nothing. Look, I have nothing to say."

"Are you sure, Doctor?""I said I have nothing to say. Now leave, please."The man opened his mouth. Gordon jerked his thumb toward the door. "Out, I said. Out."

Gordon worked each day, gradually collecting fragments of sentences. They came out of sequence. The technical information was repet.i.tious, probably to be sure it came through correctly, despite transmission and receiving errors. But why? he thought. This stuff fits my guesses, sure. But there must be an explanation in this text itself. A rational explanation, dearly set out.

One evening he had a dream in which Uncle Herb was watching him play chess in Was.h.i.+ngton Square.

His uncle frowned as Gordon moved the pieces across the squares and said over and over, in a disapproving voice, "G.o.d forbid there should not be a rational explanation."

On the morning of Monda November 5, he drove into work late. He had got into a pointless argument with Penny Over minor domestic matters. He turned on the car radio to take his mind off it. The lead news item was that Maria Goeppert Mayer of UCLJ had won the n.o.bel Prize in physics. Gordon was so stunned by the news he barely recovered in time to make the turn at the top of Torrey Pines Road. A Lincoln blared its horn at him and the driver--a man in a hat driving with his lights ontoglared. Mayer had won the prize for the sh.e.l.l model of the nucleus. She a 2 $shared it with Eugene Wignet of Princeton and Hans Jensen, a Ge'rman who had devised the sh.e.l.l model at about the same time as Maria.The University held a press conference that afternoon.

Maria Mayer was shy and soft-spoken beneath the barrage of questions. Gordon went to see. The questions asked were mostly dumb, but you expected that. The kindly woman who had stopped to inquire about his results, when the rest of the department was ignoring him, was now a n.o.bel Prize winner.

The fact took a while to s'mk in. He had a sudden sense that things were converging at this place, this time. The research done here was important. There were the Carroways and their quasar riddle, Gell-Mann's arrays of particles, Dyson's visions, Marcuse and M/ria Mayer and the news that Jonas Salk was coming to build an inst.i.tute. La Jolla was a nexus. He was grateful to be here.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE.

NOVEMBER 6, 1963.

THE SIGNAL STRENGTH GOT ABRUPTLY BETTER. THERE.were whole paragraphs. about the Wheeler-Feynman theoW. Gordon called Claudia Zinnes to see if the Columbia group was getting the same restfits."No, not for five days now," she said. "First we had some equipment failure. Then the graduate student got the flu--the one that's been going around. I think he was overtired. Those times you gave us--that's ten, twelve hours in the lab, Gordon."

'/ou mean you have nothing?"

"Not for those days, no.""Can't you do some of the times yourself?""I will, starting tomorrow. I do have other things to do, you know.""Sure, yes. I want to' have some confirmation, that's all."'fiNe have that now, Gordon. Of the effect, I mean.""It's not only the effect that's important. Claudia, look back over those signals. Think about what itmeans."