For ten minutes he sat stiffly in the chair, his eyes closed and his
every nerve straining to catch imperfections in the thickness of the
gravitic warps. He was the key to success, and he had no equal. For the
strength of the pseudo-gravities and the power of the magnetic field
that coupled with the fore element prevented any of the more intricate
machinery from functioning. Only man, whose nervous system was not
interrupted by magnetic fields, and whose chemistry and physical
attributes were not overly disturbed by electronic charges, could have
established the correction of the lens.
Carlson and Dr. Caldwell sat out in the center of a magneto-gravitic
field that would have destroyed the finest of balance-mechanism, and
above an electro-gravitic field that would have prevented the operation
of an instrument sensitive enough to detect imperfections in gravitic
alignment.
Always there would be men with Carlson's gift of super-perfect balance,
and they would find their life work in maintaining the life-giving
lenticular warp in space.
Carlson slumped wearily in his chair and smiled tiredly. "O.K.," he
said. Caldwell started the crude drive and the surface flitter started
to cross the lens to Station 1.
* * * * *
On Pluto, the first sign of renewed life was a flash of light in the
sky. It started as an expanding pinpoint and burst out over a quarter
of the sky before it diminished to a safe value. The scintillating
fingers that darted from the twelve-scalloped sun were still. Then,
as the magneto-gravitic warp was established, the color of the sun
changed slightly, as the compounded lens removed harmful radiations
by controlled chromatic aberration. The size of pseudo-sol expanded
and contracted, and then settled down to a familiar size. The long
fingers of light, that were leakages through the interstices between
the stations, began to change as the stations took up their orbital
movement. Then the streamers began to spread outward from the sun,
detaching themselves as they reached maximum length and dying as their
inner ends crept out to meet the far extension of the streamer. Between
them, other streamers started to grow.
The pattern became familiar, and the men and women of Pluto ceased to
look at the wonder of their returned sun.
Then they returned to their everyday lives.
THE END.
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