Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction September 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. THE Romantic Analogue By W. W. Skupeldyckle Illustrated by Ed Emsh _Norm Venner's fancy was pretty well fixed on thoughts of electronic calculators--until the invention started making passes at the inventor!_ * * * * * Mathematicians are just like people: old, young, fat, thin, male, female. This one was male, thirty-five, with steady brown eyes and a nice smile when he remembered to use it. His name was Norman Venner, and besides being a mathematical whiz generally, he had designed and built an electronic brain, or calculator, which was in some ways smarter than himself--and a lot less diffident. Electronic calculators are invariably given acronymic names such as BINAC, SEAC, and MANIAC, and nine out of ten of them are of the digital type. This is a nice way of saying that they count on their fingers. They're nearly as big as yachts, and cost more, but can calculate a million times faster than any human. Norm's machine was of the analogue type, which is less flexible, less complex, and vastly smaller and cheaper. He called it the ICWEA (ICK-wee-ah), which stood for "I Can Work 'Em All!" It could, too! It was especially good at deriving equations from curves, which was really something. Charley Oglethorpe burst into the office one morning, catching Norm in a brown study. "Hi, Genius. How is she perking now?" "All right, except the pen skips a little sometimes and makes a messy curve." "Have to damp that arm better. When can I have her to work on?" "Soon as I finish these Mugu problems." Charley stared at him. "Mugu. Guided-missile center. It's nice business if we can get it--the digitals are all booked up months ahead, and the particular type of problem they send us is right up our alley." [Illustration] "I thought you were kidding me, like that Boolean Algebra stuff." "Wasn't kidding then, either." "I'll stick to instrument-making, thanks. You math guys never have any fun." Norm shrugged, turned to the telephone, and called an extension. "Hermosa." It was a rich, pleasant voice. "Vic? How about the rest of the Mugu cards? Ready yet?" "I'll send them up right away. Just finished them." "Who was that?" Charley inquired. "Vic Hermosa. Smart boy." Charley smiled a little. * * * * * There was a knock at the door.