'Well, Harry, we must warn Washington. If a hundred hydrogen bombs are going to fall on the U.S. in the next couple of days, at least they'll be able to disperse the people in the big cities.'

'But if we do that we'll have the whole world about our ears!'

'I know that. Even so, we must take the risk. What do you think, Parkinson?'

'I think you're right, Kingsley. We must warn them. But don't make any mistake, our position will be desperate in the extreme. We'll have to work that bluff or else ...'

'It's no good worrying about the mess until we get into it. The first thing to do is to get through to Washington. I suppose we can depend on them to pa.s.s the information to the Russians.'

Kingsley switched on the ten-centimetre transmitter. Marlowe came resolutely across to him.

'This isn't going to be easy, Chris. If you don't mind I'd rather do it. And I'd rather do it by myself. It may get a bit undignified.'

'It'll probably be tough, Geoff, but if you feel you want to, then go ahead. We'll leave you to it, but remember we won't be far off if you need any help.'

Kingsley, Parkinson, and Leicester left Marlowe alone to pa.s.s the message, a message containing an admission of the highest treason, as any terrestrial court would interpret treason.

Marlowe was white and shaken when three-quarters of an hour later he rejoined the others.

'They certainly weren't pleased about it,' was all he would say.

The American and Russian Governments were even less pleased when two days later a hydrogen bomb wiped out the town of El Paso, and others landed, one in south-east Chicago, and another on the outskirts of Kiev. Although hurried attempts had been made in the U.S. to disperse all congested populations, dispersal was of necessity incomplete, and more than a quarter of a million people lost their lives. The Russian Government did not make any attempt to warn its people, with the consequence that casualties in the one Russian city exceeded the combined total in the two American cities.

Lives lost through an 'act of G.o.d' are regretted, perhaps deeply regretted, but they do not arouse our wildest pa.s.sions. It is otherwise with lives that are forfeited through deliberate human agency. The word 'deliberate' is important here. One deliberate murder can produce a sharper reaction than ten thousand deaths on the roads. It will therefore be understood why the half million fatalities caused by the hydrogen rockets impressed themselves more deeply on world Governments than the far vaster disasters that had occurred in the period of great heat, and in the following period of great cold. These latter had been thought of as 'acts of G.o.d'. But in the eyes particularly of the United States Government the hydrogen deaths were murder, murder on a gigantic scale, perpetrated by a small group of desperate men, who to gratify insatiable ambitions had allied themselves with the thing in the sky, men who were guilty of treason against the entire human species. From then onwards the princ.i.p.als at Nortonstowe were marked men.

News of Departure

Paradoxically, although the episode of the hydrogen rockets had created a host of bitter and implacable enemies, in the short term the position of Kingsley and his friends was greatly strengthened thereby. The reversing of the rockets had given terrible proof of the power of the Cloud. No one outside Nortonstowe now doubted that the Cloud would wreak terrible destruction if called upon to do so by the group at Nortonstowe. It was pointed out in Washington that even if there had been some doubt originally about the Cloud's willingness to take Kingsley's part, there could surely be none now, not if the Cloud had any conception of a quid pro quo quid pro quo. The possibility of wiping out Nortonstowe by the use of an intercontinental rocket was considered. Although the likelihood of strong objection by the British Government was discounted, largely because the British Government's own position in the whole business was thought highly suspect, the scheme was soon abandoned. It was considered that the accuracy of delivery of such a rocket was inadequate for the purpose; an abortive bombardment would, it was thought, lead to swift and dreadful retaliation.

Perhaps equally paradoxically, the undoubted strengthening of their bluff did not improve the spirits of the people at Nortonstowe or at least of those who were aware of the facts of the matter. Among these Weichart was now included. He had recovered from a severe attack of influenza that had prostrated him during the critical days. Soon his inquiring mind unearthed the main facts of the case, however. One day he got into an argument with Alexandrov that the others found amusing. This was a rare occurrence. The early comparatively carefree days had gone now. They were never to return.

'It looks to me as if those perturbations of the rockets must have been deliberately engineered,' began Weichart.

'Why do you say that, Dave?' asked Marlowe.

'Well, the probability of three cities being hit by a hundred odd rockets moving at random is obviously very small. Therefore I conclude that the rockets were not perturbed at random. I think they must have been deliberately guided to give direct hits.'

'There's something of an objection to that,' argued McNeil. 'If the rockets were deliberately guided, how is it that only three of 'em found their targets?'

'Maybe only three were guided, or maybe the guiding wasn't all that good. I wouldn't know.'

There was a derisive laugh from Alexandrov.

'b.l.o.o.d.y argument,' he a.s.serted.

'What d'you mean "b.l.o.o.d.y argument"?'

'Invent b.l.o.o.d.y argument, like this. Golfer hits ball. Ball lands on tuft of gra.s.s so. Probability ball landed on tuft very small, very very small. Million others tufts for ball to land on. Probability very small, very very very small. So golfer did not hit ball, ball deliberately guided on tuft. Is b.l.o.o.d.y argument. Yes? Like Weichart's argument.'

This was the longest speech that any of them had heard from Alexandrov.

Weichart was not to be budged. When the laugh had subsided he returned to his point.

'It seems clear enough to me. If the things were guided they'd be far more likely to hit their targets than if they moved at random. And since they did hit their targets it seems equally clear that they were more probably guided than that they were not.'

Alexandrov waved in a rhetorical gesture.

'Is b.l.o.o.d.y, yes?'

'What Alexis means I think,' explained Kingsley, 'is that we are not justified in supposing that there were any particular targets. The fallacy in the argument about the golfer lies in choosing a particular tuft of gra.s.s as a target, when obviously the golfer didn't think of it in those terms before he made his shot.'

The Russian nodded.

'Must say what dam' target is before shoot, not after shoot. Put shirt on before, not after event.'

'Because only prediction is important in science?'

'Dam' right. Weichart predict rockets guided. All right, ask Cloud. Only way decide. Cannot be decided by argument.'

This brought their attention to a depressing circ.u.mstance. Since the affair of the rockets, all communications from the Cloud had ceased. And n.o.body had felt sufficiently self-confident to attempt to call it.

'It doesn't look to me as if the Cloud would welcome such a question. It looks as if it's withdrawn in a huff,' remarked Marlowe.

But Marlowe was wrong, as they learned two or three days later. A surprising message was received saying that the Cloud would start moving away from the Sun in about ten days' time.

'It's incredible,' said Leicester to Parkinson and Kingsley. 'Previously the Cloud seems to have been quite certain that it was staying for at least fifty years and perhaps for more than a hundred.' Parkinson was worried.

'I must say it's a grim prospect for us now. Once the Cloud has quit we're finished. There isn't a court of law in the world that would support us. How long can we expect to maintain communication with the Cloud?'

'Oh, so far as the strengths of transmitters are concerned, we could keep in touch for twenty years or more, even if the Cloud accelerates to a pretty high speed. But according to the Cloud's last message we shan't be able to maintain contact at all while it's accelerating. It seems as if electrical conditions will be pretty chaotic in its outer parts. There'll be far too much electrical "noise" for communication to be possible. So we can't expect to get any messages across until the accelerating process stops, and that may take several years.'

'Heavens, Leicester, you mean that we've got ten days more, and then we can do nothing for a number of years?'

'That's right.'

Parkinson groaned.

'Then we're finished. What can we do?'

Kingsley spoke for the first time.

'Nothing much probably. But at least we can find out why the Cloud has decided to push off. It seems to have changed its mind pretty drastically and there must be some strong reason for that. It ought to be worth trying to find out what it is. Let's see what it's got to say.'

'Maybe we won't get any reply at all,' said Leicester gloomily.

But they did get a reply: 'The answer to your question is difficult for me to explain since it seems to involve a realm of experience about which neither I nor you know anything. On previous occasions we have not discussed the nature of human religious beliefs. I found these highly illogical, and as I gathered that you did too, there seemed no point in raising the subject. By and large, conventional religion, as many humans accept it, is illogical in its attempt to conceive of ent.i.ties lying outside the Universe. Since the Universe comprises everything, it is evident that nothing can lie outside it. The idea of a "G.o.d" creating the Universe is a mechanistic absurdity clearly derived from the making of machines by men. I take it that we are in agreement about all this.

'Yet many mysterious questions remain. Probably you have wondered whether a larger-scale intelligence than your own exists. Now you know that it does. In a like fashion I ponder on the existence of a larger-scale intelligence than myself. There is none within the Galaxy, and none within other galaxies so far as I am yet aware. Yet there is strong evidence, I feel, that such an intelligence does play an overwhelming part in our existence. Otherwise how is it decided how matter shall behave? How are your laws of physics determined? Why those laws and no others?

'These problems are of outstanding difficulty, so difficult that I have not been able to solve them. What is clear however is that such an intelligence, if it exists, cannot be spatially or temporally limited in any way.

'Although I say these problems are of extreme difficulty there is evidence that they can be solved. Some two thousand million years ago one of us claimed to have reached a solution.

'A transmission was sent out making this claim, but before the solution itself was broadcast the transmission came to an abrupt end. Attempts were made to re-establish contact with the individual concerned, but the attempts were not successful. Nor could any physical trace of the individual be found.

'The same pattern of events occurred again about four hundred million years ago. I remember it well, for it happened soon after my own birth. I remember receiving a triumphant message to say that a solution to the deep problems had been found. I waited with "bated breath", as you would say, for the solutions, but once again none came. Nor again was any trace found of the individual concerned.

'This same sequence of events has just been repeated for a third time. It happens that the one who claimed the great discovery was situated only a little more than two light years from here. I am his nearest neighbour and it is therefore necessary for me to proceed to the scene without delay. This is the reason for my departure.'

Kingsley picked up a microphone.

'What can you hope to discover when you reach the scene of whatever it is that has happened? We take it that you are possessed of an ample reserve of food?'

The reply came: 'Thank you for your concern. I do possess a reserve of food chemicals. It is not ample, but it should be sufficient, provided I travel at maximum speed. I have considered the possibility of delaying my departure for a number of years, but I do not think this justified in the circ.u.mstances. As regards what I hope to find, I hope to be able to settle an old controversy. It has been argued, not I think very plausibly, that these singular occurrences arise from an abnormal neurological condition followed by suicide. It is not unknown for a suicide to take the form of a vast nuclear explosion causing an entire disintegration of the individual. If this should have happened, then the failures to discover material traces of the individuals in these strange cases could be explained.

'In the present instance it ought to be possible for me to put this theory to a decisive test, for the incident, whatever it may be, has occurred so near by that I can reach the scene in only two or three hundred years. This is so short a time that the debris from the explosion, if there has been an explosion, should not have entirely dispersed by then.'

At the end of this message Kingsley looked round the lab.

'Now, chaps, this is probably one of our last chances to ask questions. Suppose we make a list of them. Any suggestions?'

'Well, what can have happened to these johnnies, if they haven't committed suicide? Ask it if it's got any ideas on that,' said Leicester.

'And we'd also like to know whether it's going to leave the solar system in such a way as not to harm the Earth,' remarked Parkinson.

Marlowe nodded.

'That's right. There seem to be three possible troubles: 1. That we get a blast from one of those gas bullets when the Cloud starts to accelerate.

2. That we get mixed up with the Cloud and get our atmosphere ripped off.

3. That we get roasted by too much heat, either from too much reflection of sunlight from the surface of the Cloud, as we had in the great heat, or from the energy liberated in the acceleration process.'

'Right-ho then. Let's put these questions.'

The Cloud's reply was more rea.s.suring over Marlowe's questions than they had expected.

'I have these points actively in mind,' it said. 'I am intending to provide a screen to protect the Earth during the early stages of the acceleration, which will be a great deal more violent than the deceleration that occurred when I came in. Without this screen you would be so severely scorched that all life on the Earth would undoubtedly be destroyed. It will, however, be necessary for the screening material to move across the Sun, the light from which will be cut off for perhaps a fortnight; but this, I imagine, will not cause any permanent harm. In the later stages of my retreat there will be a certain amount of reflected sunlight, but this extra heat will not be so great as it must have been at the time of my arrival.

'It is difficult to give an answer to your other question that would be intelligible to you in the present state of your science. Crudely expressed, it seems as if there may be inherent limitations of a physical nature to the type of information that can be exchanged between intelligences. The suspicion is that an absolute bar exists to the communication of information relating to the deep problems. It seems as if any intelligence that attempts to pa.s.s on such information gets itself swallowed up in s.p.a.ce, that is, s.p.a.ce closes about it in such a fashion that no communication of any sort with other individuals of a similar hierarchy is possible.'

'Do you understand that, Chris?' said Leicester.

'No, I don't. But there's another question that I want to ask.'

Kingsley then asked his question: 'You will have noticed that we have made no attempt to ask for information concerning physical theories and facts that are not known to us. This omission was not due to any lack of interest, but because we felt ample opportunities would present themselves at a later stage. Now it appears that the opportunities will not present themselves. Have you any suggestions as to how we may occupy what little time remains to the best advantage?'

The answer came: 'This is a matter to which I have also given some attention. There is a crucial difficulty here. Our discussions have been carried out in your language. We have therefore been limited to ideas that can be understood in terms of your language, which is to say that we have been essentially limited to the things you know already. No rapid communication of radically new knowledge is possible unless you learn something of my language.

'This raises two points, one of practice and the other the vital issue of whether the human brain possesses an adequate neurological capacity. To the latter question I know no certain answer, but there seems to be some evidence that justifies a measure of optimism. The explanations that are usually offered to explain the incidence of men of outstanding genius seem certainly wrong. Genius is not a biological phenomenon. A child does not possess genius at birth: genius is learned. Biologists who maintain otherwise ignore the facts of their own science, namely that the human species has not been selected for genius, nor is there evidence that genius is transmitted between parent and child.

'The infrequency of genius is to be explained in simple probabilities. A child must learn a great deal before it reaches adult life. Processes such as the multiplying of numbers can be learned in a variety of ways. This is to say, the brain can develop in a number of ways, all enabling it to multiply numbers, but not all with by any means the same facility. Those who develop in a favourable way are said to be "good" at arithmetic, while those who develop inefficient ways are said to be "bad" or "slow". Now what decides how a particular person develops? The answer is chance. And chance accounts for the difference between the genius and the dullard. The genius is one who has been lucky in all his processes of learning. The dullard is the reverse, and the ordinary person is one who has neither been particularly lucky nor particularly unlucky.'

'I'm afraid I'm far too much of a dullard to understand what it's talking about. Can anybody explain?' remarked Parkinson during a pause in the message.

'Well, granted that learning can occur in a number of ways, some better than others, I suppose it does reduce to a matter of chance,' answered Kingsley. 'To take an a.n.a.logy, it's rather like a football pool. If the brain is to develop in the most efficient manner, not only in one learning process but in a dozen or more, well, it's like getting every match right in a penny points pool.'

'I see. And that explains why the genius is such a rare bird, I suppose,' exclaimed Parkinson.

'Yes, it's as rare or rarer than winners of a big pool. It also explains why a genius can't pa.s.s his faculties to his children. Luck isn't a commodity with a strong inheritance.'

The Cloud resumed its message: 'All this suggests that the human brain is inherently capable of a far improved performance, provided learning is always induced in the best way. And this is what I would propose to do. I propose that one or more of you should attempt to learn my method of thinking and that this be induced as profitably as possible. Quite evidently the learning process must lie outside your language, so that communication will have to proceed in a very different fashion. Of your sense organs, the best suited to the receiving of complex information is your eyes. It is true that you scarcely use the eyes in ordinary language, but it is mainly through the eyes that a child builds up his picture of the intricate world around him. And it is through the eyes that I intend to open up a new world to you.

'My requirements will be comparatively simple. I will now describe them.'

Then followed technical details that were carefully noted by Leicester. When the Cloud had finished Leicester remarked: 'Well, this isn't going to be too difficult. A number of filter circuits and a whole bank of cathode ray tubes.'

'But how are we to get the information?' asked Marlowe.

'Well, of course primarily by radio, then through the discriminating circuits which filter different bits of the messages to the various tubes.'

'There are codes for the various filters.'

'That's right. So some sort of an ordered pattern can be put on the tubes, although it beats me as to what we shall be able to make of it.'

'We'd better get on with it. We've got little enough time,' said Kingsley.

During the next twenty-four hours there was a sharp improvement of morale at Nortonstowe. It was a comparatively light-hearted expectant company that a.s.sembled before the newly-built equipment on the following evening.

'Beginning to snow,' remarked Barnett.

'It looks to me as if we're in for a devil of a winter, quite apart from another fortnight of Arctic night,' said Weichart.

'Any idea what this pantomime is about?'

'None at all. I can't see what we can hope to pick up by staring at these tubes.'

'Nor I.'

The Cloud's first message caused some confusion: 'It will be convenient if only one person is concerned, at any rate to begin with. Later on it may be possible for me to instruct others.'

'But I thought we were all to get a grandstand seat,' someone remarked.

'No, it's fair enough,' said Leicester. 'If you look carefully you can see that the tubes are specially orientated to suit someone sitting in this particular chair, here. We had special instructions about the seating arrangements. I don't know what it all means, but I hope we've got everything right.'