was peculiarly intense. âCryotronic systems are vulnerable to magnetic and radiation disturbances.â
âUh-huh. Thatâs one reason we donât have a nuclear power plant. This far from the sun, we donât get enough emission to worry about. The asteroidâs mass screens out what little may arrive. I know the TIMM system is used on ships; but if nothing else, the initial cost is more than we want to pay.â
âWhatâs TIMM?â inquired the Altairâs chaplain.
âThermally Integrated Micro-Miniaturized,â Ellen said crisply. âEssentially, ultraminiaturized ceramic-to-metal-seal vacuum tubes running off thermionic generators. Theyâre immune to gamma ray and magnetic pulses, easily shielded against particle radiation, and economical of power.â She grinned. âDonât tell me there s nothing about them in Leviticus, Padre!â
âVery fine for a shipâs autopilot,â Blades agreed. âBut as I said, we neednât worry about rad or mag units here, we donât mind sprawling a bit, and as for thermal efficiency, we want to waste some heat. It goes to maintain internal temperature.
âIn other words, efficiency depends on what you need to effish,â Ellen bantered. She grew grave once more and studied him for a while before she mused, âThe same person who swung a pick, a couple of years ago, now deals with something as marvelous as this.â¦â He forgot about worrying.
But he remembered later, when the gig had left and Chung called him to his office. Avis came too, by request. As she entered, she asked why.
âYou were visiting your folks Earthside last year,â Chung said. âNobody else in the station has been back as recently as that.â
âWhat can I tell you?â
âIâm not sure. Background, perhaps. The feel of the place. We donât really know, out in the Belt, whatâs going on there. The beamcast news is hardly a trickle. Besides, you have more common sense in your left little toe than that big mick yonder has in his entire copper-plated head.â
They seated themselves in the cobwebby low-gee chairs around Chungâs desk. Blades took out his pipe and filled the bowl with his tobacco ration for the day, Wouldnât it be great , he thought dreamily, if this old briar turned out to be an Aladdinâs lamp, and the smoke condensed into a blonde she-Canadian ââ
âWake up, will you?â Chung barked.
âHuh?â Blades started. âOh. Sure. Whatâs the matter? You look like a fish on Friday.â
âMaybe with reason. Did you notice anything unusual with that party you were escorting?â
âYes, indeed.â
âWhat?â
âAbout one hundred seventy-five centimeters tall, yellow hair, blue eyes, and some of the smoothest fourth-order curves I everâââ
âMike, stop that!â Avis sounded appalled. âThis is serious.â
âI agree. Sheâll be leaving in a few more watches.â
The girl bit her lip. âYouâre too old for that mooncalf rot and you know it.â
âAgreed again. I feel more like a bull.â Blades made pawing motions on the desktop.
âThereâs a lady present,â Chung said.
Blades saw that Avis had gone quite pale. âIâm sorry,â he blurted. âI never thought ⦠I mean, youâve always seemed likeâââ
âOne of the boys,â she finished for him in a brittle tone. âSure. Forget it. Whatâs the problem, Jimmy?â
Chung folded his hands and stared at them. âI canât quite define that,â he answered, word by careful word. âPerhaps Iâve simply gone spacedizzy. But when we talked with Admiral Hulse, didnât you get the impression of, well, wariness? Didnât he seem to be watching and probing, every minute we were together?â
âI wouldnât call him a
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