Science fiction; Short stories; Time travel -- Fiction
"Look here Blackburn, you needn't parade your atheism so
ostentatiously. I'm well aware of it. In fact that's what's bothering
me. You're an atheist whereas I ... well, I never did make up my mind
about God. That's not very astute of me, I suppose, but I haven't. I'm
betwixt and between, and so I was wondering if it wouldn't be only fair
to have a representative of the other side in on this."
For a few seconds there was only the sound of their shoes on the
bluestone walk that threaded across the stunted fall grass of the
campus.
"Fair? You're using the word _fair_ in connection with a scientific
experiment?"
"Only because its outcome seems so obvious to us. We have strong
preconceptions and because of them we're liable to overlook
possibilities. I think we should have someone with us who expects the
experiment to work out differently, someone who believes implicitly in
His existence."
Blackburn thought about it as they rose in the Physics building
elevator. "Well why not," he said, smiling in his peculiar catastrophic
fashion. "You and I have an aggregate of 70 years experience in the
laboratory, why _not_ bring in a clergyman to check our techniques, be
in keeping with the general tone of this whole thing. Hell, yes!"
* * * * *
Later that day Brokley L. Rowan listened with a frozen serious face as
they declared their intentions to him. A young and conscientious man
who spent a great deal of time telling budding undergraduate physicists
that God was every bit as ubiquitous as Planck's constant, he listened
without one word of complaint, not protesting that they'd put him in
a theologically impossible position, a position in which the only two
alternatives were to either refuse to look after His interests or else
participate in a piece of sacrilegion the purpose of which was to
demonstrate that the first alternative was not a valid one. And when he
met Pendelton a week later in the Physics building, Pendelton told him:
"You and I'll get along fine. I want it to be clearly understood that I
have _nothing_ against the church."
Chaplain Rowan took his glasses off and began cleaning them.
"And there's absolutely nothing for you to worry about. Even if we do
disprove Him there'll always be doubters. You _count_ on a certain
percentage of people who won't believe our evidence. You'll get all the
skeptics showing up on Sunday morning as usual."
Shaheen spoke with compensating soberness. "What I thought we'd do," he
said, "is hold daily discussions on strategy. That way you can question
any assumptions we make, check our logic, object as you see fit."
"What we're trying to be about this thing is fair," Blackburn said.
"Of course," Rowan replied.
"Now the first point I wish to raise," Shaheen said, "is in regard to
the gargoyles. They're very important, the gargoyles."
Chaplain Rowan sat down on the window sill.
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