Into A Sun

: Skylark Three

As Rovol and Seaton approached the physics laboratory at the beginning

of the period of labor, another small airboat occupied by one man drew

up beside them and followed them to the ground. The stranger, another

white-bearded ancient, greeted Rovol cordially and was introduced to

Seaton as "Caslor, the First of Mechanism."



"Truly, this is a high point in the course of Norlaminian science, my

young friend,
Caslor acknowledged the introduction smilingly. "You have

enabled us to put into practice many things which our ancestors studied

in theory for many a wearisome cycle of time." Turning to Rovol, he went

on: "I understand that you require a particularly precise directional

mechanism? I know well that it must indeed be one of exceeding precision

and delicacy, for the controls you yourself have built are able to hold

upon any point, however moving, within the limits of our immediate solar

system."



"We require controls a million times as delicate as any I have

constructed," said Rovol, "therefore I have called your surpassing skill

into co-operation. It is senseless for me to attempt a task in which I

would be doomed to failure. We intend to send out a fifth-order

projection, something none of our ancestors ever even dreamed of, which,

with its inconceivable velocity of propagation, will enable us to

explore any region in the galaxy as quickly as we now visit our closest

sister planet. Knowing the dimensions of this, our galaxy, you can

readily understand the exact degree of precision required to hold upon a

point at its outermost edge."



"Truly, a problem worthy of any man's brain," Caslor replied after a

moment's thought. "Those small circles," pointing to the forty-foot hour

and declination circles which Seaton had thought the ultimate in precise

measurement of angular magnitudes, "are of course useless. I shall have

to construct large and accurate circles, and in order to produce the

slow and fast motions of the required nature, without creep, slip, play,

or backlash, I shall require a pure torque, capable of being increased

by infinitesimal increments.... Pure torque."



He thought deeply for a time, then went on: "No gear-train or chain

mechanism can be built of sufficient tightness, since in any mechanism

there is some freedom of motion, however slight, and for this purpose

the director must have no freedom of motion whatever. We must have a

pure torque--and the only possible force answering our requirements is

the four hundred sixty-seventh band of the fourth order. I shall

therefore be compelled to develop that band. The director must, of

course, have a full equatorial mounting, with circles some two hundred

and fifty feet in diameter. Must your projector tube be longer than

that, for correct design?"



"That length will be ample."



"The mounting must be capable of rotation through the full circle of arc

in either plane, and must be driven in precisely the motion required to

neutralize the motion of our planet, which, as you know, is somewhat

irregular. Additional fast and slow motions must, of course, be provided

to rotate the mechanism upon each graduated circle at the will of the

operator. It is my idea to make the outer supporting tube quite large,

so that you will have full freedom with your inner, or projector tube

proper. It seems to me that dimensions X37 B42 J867 would perhaps be as

good as any."



"Perfectly satisfactory. You have the apparatus well in mind."



"These things will consume some time. How soon will you require this

mechanism?" asked Caslor.



"We also have much to do. Two periods of labor, let us say: or, if you

require them, three."



"It is well. Two periods will be ample time: I was afraid that you might

need it today, and the work cannot be accomplished in one period of

labor. The mounting will, of course, be prepared in the Area of

Experiment. Farewell."



"You aren't going to build the final projector here, then?" Seaton asked

as Caslor's flier disappeared.



"We shall build it here, then transport it to the Area, where its

dirigible housing will be ready to receive it. All mechanisms of that

type are set up there. Not only is the location convenient to all

interested, but there are to be found all necessary tools, equipment and

material. Also, and not least important for such long-range work as we

contemplate, the entire Area of Experiment is anchored immovably to the

solid crust of the planet, so that there can be not even the slightest

vibration to affect the direction of our beams of force, which must, of

course, be very long."



He closed the master switches of his power-plants and the two resumed

work where they had left off. The control panel was soon finished. Rovol

then plated an immense cylinder of copper and placed it in the

power-plant. He next set up an entirely new system of refractory

relief-points and installed additional ground-rods, sealed through the

floor and extending deep into the ground below, explaining as he worked.



"You see, son, we must lose one one-thousandth of one per cent of our

total energy, and provision must be made for its dissipation in order to

avoid destruction of the laboratory. These air-gap resistances are the

simplest means of disposing of the wasted power."



"I get you--but say, how about disposing of it when we get the thing in

a ship out in space? We picked up pretty heavy charges in the

Skylark--so heavy that I had to hold up several times in the ionized

layer of an atmosphere while they faded--and this outfit will burn up

tons of copper where the old ones used ounces."



"In the projected space-vessel we shall install converters to utilize

all the energy, so that there will be no loss whatever. Since such

converters must be designed and built especially for each installation,

and since they require a high degree of precision, it is not worth while

to construct them for a purely temporary mechanism, such as this one."



* * * * *



The walls of the laboratory were opened, ventilating blowers were built,

and refrigerating coils were set up everywhere, even in the tubular

structure and behind the visiplates. After assuring themselves that

everything combustible had been removed, the two scientists put on under

their helmets, goggles whose protecting lenses could be built up to any

desired thickness. Rovol then threw a switch, and a hemisphere of

flaming golden radiance surrounded the laboratory and extended for miles

upon all sides.



"I get most of the stuff you've pulled so far, but why such a light?"

asked Seaton.



"As a warning. This entire area will be filled with dangerous

frequencies, and that light is a warning for all uninsulated persons to

give our theater of operations a wide berth."



"I see. What next?"



"All that remains to be done is to take our lens-material and go,"

replied Rovol, as he took from a cupboard the largest faidon that Seaton

had ever seen.



"Oh, that's what you're going to use! You know, I've been wondering

about that stuff. I took one back with me to the Earth to experiment on.

I gave it everything I could think of and couldn't touch it. I couldn't

even make it change its temperature. What is it, anyway?"



"It is not matter at all, in the ordinary sense of the word. It is

almost pure crystallized energy. You have, of course, noticed that it

looks transparent, but that it is not. You cannot see into its substance

a millionth of a micron--the illusion of transparency being purely a

surface phenomenon, and peculiar to this one form of substance. I have

told you that the ether is a fourth-order substance--this also is a

fourth-order substance, but it is crystalline, whereas the ether is

probably fluid and amorphous. You might call this faidon crystallized

ether without being far wrong."



"But it should weigh tons, and it is hardly heavier than air--or no,

wait a minute. Gravitation is also a fourth-order phenomenon, so it

might not weigh anything at all--but it would have terrific mass--or

would it, not having protons? Crystallized ether would displace fluid

ether, so it might--I'll give up! It's too deep for me!" said Seaton.



"Its theory is abstruse, and I cannot explain it to you any more fully

than I have, until after we have given you a knowledge of the fourth and

fifth orders. Pure fourth-order material would be without weight and

without mass; but these crystals as they are found are not absolutely

pure. In crystallizing from the magma, they entrapped sufficient numbers

of particles of the higher orders to give them the characteristics which

you have observed. The impurities, however, are not sufficient in

quantity to offer a point of attack to any ordinary reagent."



"But how could such material possibly be formed?"



"It could be formed only in some such gigantic cosmic body as this, our

green system, formed incalculable ages ago, when all the mass comprising

it existed as one colossal sun. Picture for yourself the condition in

the center of that sun. It has attained the theoretical maximum of

temperature--some seventy million of your centigrade degrees--the

electrons have been stripped from the protons until the entire central

core is one solid ball of neutronium and can be compressed no more

without destruction of the protons themselves. Still the pressure

increases. The temperature, already at the theoretical maximum, can no

longer increase. What happens?"



"Disruption."



"Precisely. And just at the instant of disruption, during the very

instant of generation of the frightful forces that are to hurl suns,

planets and satellites millions of miles out into space--in that instant

of time, as a result of those unimaginable temperatures and pressures,

the faidon comes into being. It can be formed only by the absolute

maximum of temperature and at a pressure which can exist only

momentarily, even in the largest conceivable masses."



"Then how can you make a lens of it? It must be impossible to work it in

any way."



"It cannot be worked in any ordinary way, but we shall take this crystal

into the depths of that white dwarf star, into a region in which obtain

pressures and temperatures only less than those giving it birth. There

we shall play forces upon it which, under those conditions, will be able

to work it quite readily."



"Hm--m--m. I want to see that! Let's go!"



They seated themselves at the panels, and Rovol began to manipulate

keys, levers and dials. Instantly a complex structure of visible

force--rods, beams and flat areas of flaming scarlet energy--appeared at

the end of the tubular, telescope-like network.



"Why red?"



"Merely to render them visible. One cannot work well with invisible

tools, hence I have imposed a colored light frequency upon the invisible

frequencies of the forces. We will have an assortment of colors if you

prefer," and as he spoke each ray assumed a different color, so that the

end of the projector was almost lost beneath a riot of color.



The structure of force, which Seaton knew was the secondary projector,

swung around as if sentient, and a lurid green ray extended itself,

picked up the faidon, and lengthened out, hurling the jewel a thousand

yards out through the open side of the laboratory. Rovol moved more

controls and the structure again righted itself, swinging back into

perfect alignment with the tube and carrying the faidon upon its

extremity, a thousand yards beyond the roof of the laboratory.



"We are now ready to start our projection. Be sure your suit and goggles

are perfectly tight. We must see what we are doing, so the light-rays

must be heterodyned upon our carrier wave. Therefore the laboratory and

all its neighborhood will be flooded with dangerous frequencies from the

sun we are to visit, as well as with those from our own generators."



"O. K., chief! All tight here. You say it's ten light-years to that

star. How long's it going to take us to get there?"



"About ten minutes. We could travel that far in less than ten seconds

but for the fact that we must take the faidon with us. Slight as is its

mass, it will require much energy in its acceleration. Our projections,

of course, have no mass, and will require only the energy of

propagation."




person, hurtling through space at a pace, beside which the best effort

of the Skylark seemed the veriest crawl.]



Rovol flicked a finger, a massive pair of plunger switches shot into

their sockets, and Seaton, seated at his board and staring into his

visiplate, was astounded to find that he apparently possessed a dual

personality. He knew that he was seated motionless in the operator's

chair in the base of the rigidly anchored primary projector, and by

taking his eyes away from the visiplate before him, he could see that

nothing in the laboratory had changed, except that the pyrotechnic

display from the power-bar was of unusual intensity. Yet, looking into

the visiplate, he was out in space in person, hurtling through space

at a pace beside which the best effort of the Skylark seemed the

veriest crawl. Swinging his controls to look backward, he gasped as he

saw, so stupendous was their velocity, that the green system was only

barely discernible as a faint green star!



* * * * *



Again looking forward, it seemed as though a fierce white star had

separated from the immovable firmament and was now so close to the

structure of force in which he was riding that it was already showing a

disk perceptible to the unaided eye. A few moments more and the

violet-white splendor became so intense that the watchers began to build

up, layer by layer, the protective goggles before their eyes. As they

approached still closer, falling with their unthinkable velocity into

that incandescent inferno, a sight was revealed to their eyes such as

man had never before been privileged to gaze upon. They were falling

into a white dwarf star, could see everything visible during such an

unheard-of journey, and would live to remember what they had seen! They

saw the magnificent spectacle of solar prominences shooting hundreds of

thousands of miles into space, and directly in their path they saw an

immense sunspot, a combined volcanic eruption and cyclonic storm in a

gaseous-liquid medium of blinding incandescence.



"Better dodge that spot, hadn't we, ace? Mightn't it be generating

interfering fourth-order frequencies?" cried Seaton.



"It is undoubtedly generating fourth-order rays, but nothing can

interfere with us, since we are controlling every component of our beam

from Norlamin."



Seaton gripped his hand-rail violently and involuntarily drew himself

together into the smallest possible compass as, with their awful speed

unchecked, they plunged through that flaming, incandescent photosphere

and on, straight down, into the unexplored, unimaginable interior of

that frightful and searing orb. Through the protecting goggles, now a

full four inches of that peculiar, golden, shielding metal, Seaton could

see the structure of force in which he was, and could also see the

faidon--in outline, as transparent diamonds are visible in equally

transparent water. Their apparent motion slowed rapidly and the material

about them thickened and became more and more opaque. The faidon drew

back toward them until it was actually touching the projector, and eddy

currents and striae became visible in the mass about them as their

progress grew slower and slower.



"'Smatter? Something gone screwy?" demanded Seaton.



"Not at all, everything is working perfectly. The substance is now so

dense that it is becoming opaque to rays of the fourth order, so that we

are now partially displacing the medium instead of moving through it

without friction. At the point where we can barely see to work; that is,

when the fourth-order rays will be so retarded that they can no longer

carry the heterodyned light waves without complete distortion, we shall

stop automatically, as the material at that depth will have the required

density to refract the fifth-order rays to the correct degree."



"How can our foundations stand it?" asked Seaton. "This stuff must be a

hundred times as dense as platinum already, and we must he pushing a

horrible load in going through it."



"We are exerting no force whatever upon our foundations nor upon

Norlamin. The force is transmitted without loss from the power-plant in

our laboratory to this secondary projector here inside the star, where

it is liberated in the correct band to pull us through the mass, using

all the mass ahead of us as anchorage. When we wish to return, we shall

simply change the pull into a push. Ah! we are now at a standstill--now

comes the most important moment of the entire project!"



All apparent motion had ceased, and Seaton could see only dimly the

outlines of the faidon, now directly before his eyes. The structure of

force slowly warped around until its front portion held the faidon as in

a vise. Rovol pressed a lever and behind them, in the laboratory, four

enormous plunger switches drove home. A plane of pure energy, flaming

radiantly even in the indescribable incandescence of the core of that

seething star, bisected the faidon neatly, and ten gigantic beams, five

upon each half of the jewel, rapidly molded two sections of a

geometrically-perfect hollow lens. The two sections were then brought

together by the closing of the jaws of the mighty vise, their edges in

exact alignment. Instantly the plane and the beams of energy became

transformed into two terrific opposing tubes of force--vibrant, glowing

tubes, whose edges in contact coincided with the almost invisible seam

between the two halves of the lens.



Like a welding arc raised to the nth power these two immeasurable and

irresistible forces met exactly in opposition--a meeting of such

incredible violence that seismic disturbances occurred throughout the

entire mass of that dense, violet-white star. Sunspots of unprecedented

size appeared, prominences erupted to hundreds of times their normal

distances, and although the two scientists deep in the core of the

tormented star were unaware of what was happening upon its surface,

convulsion after Titanic convulsion wracked the mighty globe, and

enormous masses of molten and gaseous material were riven from it and

hurled far out into space--masses which would in time become planets of

that youthful and turbulent luminary.



Seaton felt his air-supply grow hot. Suddenly it became icy cold, and

knowing that Rovol had energized the refrigerator system, Seaton turned

away from the fascinating welding operation for a quick look around the

laboratory. As he did so, he realized Rovol's vast knowledge and

understood the reason for the new system of relief-points and

ground-rods, as well as the necessity for the all-embracing scheme of

refrigeration.



Even through the practically opaque goggles he could see that the

laboratory was one mass of genuine lightning. Not only from the

relief-points, but from every metallic corner and protuberance the

pent-up losses from the disintegrating bar were hurling themselves upon

the flaring, blue-white, rapidly-volatilizing ground-rods; and the very

air of the room, renewed second by second though it was by the powerful

blowers, was beginning to take on the pearly luster of the

highly-ionized corona. The bar was plainly visible, a scintillating

demon of pure violet radiance, and a momentary spasm of fear seized him

as he saw how rapidly that great mass of copper was shrinking--fear that

their power would be exhausted with their task still uncompleted.



But the calculations of the aged physicist had been accurate. The lens

was completed with some hundreds of pounds of copper to spare, and that

geometrical form, with its precious content of semi-neutronium, was

following the secondary projector back toward the green system. Rovol

left his seat, discarded his armor, and signaled Seaton to do the same.



"I've got to hand it to you, ace--you sure are a blinding flash and a

deafening report!" Seaton exclaimed, writhing out of his insulating

suit. "I feel as though I'd been pulled half-way through a knot-hole and

riveted over on both ends! How big a lens did you make, anyway? Looked

as though it would hold a couple of liters; maybe three."



"Its contents are almost exactly three liters."



"Hm--m--m. Seven and a half million kilograms--say eight thousand tons.

Some mass, I'd say, to put into a gallon jug. Of course, being inside

the faidon, it won't have any weight, but it'll have all its full quota

of inertia. That's why you're taking so long to bring it in, of course."



"Yes. The projector will now bring it here into the laboratory without

any further attention from us. The period of labor is about to end, and

tomorrow we shall find the lens awaiting us when we arrive to begin

work."



"How about cooling it off? It had a temperature of something like forty

million degree centigrade before you started working on it; and when you

got done with it, it was hot."



"You're forgetting again, son. Remember that the hot, dense material is

entirely enclosed in an envelope impervious to all vibrations longer

than those of the fifth order. You could put your hand upon it now,

without receiving any sensation either of heat, or of cold."



"Yeah, that's right, too. I noticed that I could take a faidon right out

of an electric arc and it wouldn't even be warm. I couldn't explain why

it was, but I see now. So that stuff inside that lens will always stay

as hot as it is right now! Zowie! Here's hoping she never explodes!

Well, there's the bell--for once in my life, I'm all ready to quit when

the whistle blows," and arm in arm the young Terrestrial chemist and the

aged Norlaminian physicist strolled out to their waiting airboat.



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