Science fiction; Space ships -- Fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
"I fear that you are underestimating the intelligence of our foes,"
replied the coördinator. "In all probability they know exactly what
we are doing, and were their present space ships superior to yours we
would have ceased to exist ere this. It is practically certain that
they will attack as soon as they have constructed craft of sufficient
power to insure success. In fact, they may be able to perfect their
attack before we can complete our defense, but that is a chance which
we must take.
"In that connection, two facts give us grounds for optimism. First,
theirs is an undertaking of greater magnitude than ours, since they
must of necessity be mobile and operative at a great distance from
their base, whereas we are stationary and at home. Second, we started
our project before they began theirs. This second fact must be allowed
but little weight, however, for they may well be more efficient than we
are in the construction of engines of war.
"The exploring vessel is unimportant. She may or may not call for
her load of ore; she may or may not join in the attack which is now
inevitable. One thing only is certain--we must and we will drive this
program through to completion before she is due to dock at the mine.
Everything else must be subordinated to the task; we must devote to it
every iota of our mental, physical, and mechanical power. Each of you
knows his part. The meeting is adjourned _sine die_."
* * * * *
There ensued a world-wide activity unparalleled in the annals of the
planet. During the years immediately preceding the cataclysm there had
been hustle and bustle, misdirected effort, wasted energy, turmoil
and confusion; and a certain measure of success had been wrested out
of chaos only by the ability of a handful of men to think clearly and
straight. Now, however, Valeron was facing a crisis infinitely more
grave, for she had but days instead of years in which to prepare to
meet it. But now, on the other hand, instead of possessing only a
few men of vision, who had found it practically impossible either to
direct or to control an out-and-out rabble of ignorant, muddled, and
panic-stricken incompetents, she had a population composed entirely
of clear thinkers who, requiring very little direction and no control
at all, were able and eager to work together whole-heartedly for the
common good.
Thus, while the city and its environs now seethed with activity,
there was no confusion or disorder. Wherever there was room for a man
to work, a man was working, and the workers were kept supplied with
materials and with mechanisms. There were no mistakes, no delays, no
friction. Each man knew his task and its relation to the whole, and
performed it with a smoothly efficient speed born of a racial training
in coöperation and coördination impossible to any member of a race of
lesser mental attainments.
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