The Broken Cycle Part 12
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"What happened, I most sincerely hope, is that friend Zephalon gave us the b.u.m's rush, sent us back to where we belong. He must have b.u.g.g.e.red our mini-Mannschenn in the process, but that's only a minor detail. Anyhow, I'll soon be able to find out if we are are back in our universe." back in our universe."
He remained in the control cabin long enough to make a series of observations, both visually and by radar. When he was satisfied that the boat's...o...b..t was not decaying-or was not decaying so fast as to present immediate cause for alarm-he went aft, giving the still hot wreckage of the interstellar drive unit a wide berth. The Carlotti transceiver looked to be all right. He switched it on. From the speaker blasted a deafening beep, beep, beep! beep, beep, beep! and the antenna commenced its wobbly rotation. He turned down the volume, right down. He listened carefully. The signal was in Morse Code, the letters UBZKPT, repeated over and over. and the antenna commenced its wobbly rotation. He turned down the volume, right down. He listened carefully. The signal was in Morse Code, the letters UBZKPT, repeated over and over.
UB... Unwatched Beacon.
ZKPT... The remainder of the call sign.
"Una," he said, as he tried to get a bearing of the planet-based transmitter, "bring me the Catalogue..."
"The Catalogue?"
"The Catalogue of Carlotti Beacons. It's in the book locker."
"But Panzen took all the books..."
"He may have put them back."
"He didn't!" she called, after an interval.
So there was no Catalogue. Such a volume, thought Grimes with wry humor, with its page after page of letters and numerals, call signs, frequencies and coordinates would no doubt make highly entertaining light reading for a robot... And perhaps Panzen (or Zephalon) was sentimental, wanted something to remember them by.
"So what do we do?" Una asked.
"We land. We've no place else to go. The mini-Mannschenn's had it."
"Can't you fix it? You fixed it before."
"Have you looked looked at it? As an interstellar drive unit it's a worthless hunk of sc.r.a.p metal. Oh, well, it could be worse. All these unmanned beacon stations have living quarters still, with functioning life-support systems, leftovers from the days when all the stations were manned. They're used by the repair and maintenance crews on their routine visits. So we land. We make ourselves at home. And then we adjust the beacon transmitter so that it sends a continuous general distress call." at it? As an interstellar drive unit it's a worthless hunk of sc.r.a.p metal. Oh, well, it could be worse. All these unmanned beacon stations have living quarters still, with functioning life-support systems, leftovers from the days when all the stations were manned. They're used by the repair and maintenance crews on their routine visits. So we land. We make ourselves at home. And then we adjust the beacon transmitter so that it sends a continuous general distress call."
"What's wrong with our own Carlotti transceiver?"
"It's only a miniaturized job. It hasn't the range. But," he a.s.sured her, "our troubles are over."
Grimes brought the boat down at local sunrise, homing on the Beacon. It was easy enough to locate visually; the huge, gleaming dome, surmounted by the slowly rotating Moebius Strip antenna, was the only landmark in a vast expanse of otherwise featureless desert.
The lifeboat settled to the barren ground about ten meters from the main entrance to the station. Grimes and Una got into their s.p.a.cesuits-which, to their great relief, they had found restored to full operational efficiency. The automatic sampling and a.n.a.lysis carried out during their descent had indicated that the planet's atmosphere, although breathable, carried a high concentration of gaseous irritants such as sulphur dioxide. They pa.s.sed through the airlock, jumped to the surface. They tensed themselves to fight or run when they saw, lurking in the shadows that darkened the recessed doorway, something that looked like a giant insect.
The thing did not move. They advanced upon it cautiously.
Then Grimes saw what it was, and his heart dropped sickeningly. Was this, after all, no more than a cruel joke by Zephalon, or a punishment for their intransigence? It must have been easy for him to duplicate, on this almost uninhabitable planet in his his Universe, a typical man-made Carlotti Beacon Station. From the purloined Catalogue he had only to select a call sign, one starting with the letter z to make it obvious, when realization dawned on his victims, what he had done. He had destroyed the boat's mini-Mannschenn so that escape would be impossible. And he had left one of his camouflaged robot spies to report on the doings of the prisoners. Universe, a typical man-made Carlotti Beacon Station. From the purloined Catalogue he had only to select a call sign, one starting with the letter z to make it obvious, when realization dawned on his victims, what he had done. He had destroyed the boat's mini-Mannschenn so that escape would be impossible. And he had left one of his camouflaged robot spies to report on the doings of the prisoners.
Suddenly Una laughed. "This is is a genuine Stutz-Archer! Look!" She wheeled the machine toward him. The squeaking of its axles was audible even through his helmet. She pointed with a gloved forefinger at the mascot-a little, stylized bowman mounted on the front mudguard. "But what can it be doing here?" a genuine Stutz-Archer! Look!" She wheeled the machine toward him. The squeaking of its axles was audible even through his helmet. She pointed with a gloved forefinger at the mascot-a little, stylized bowman mounted on the front mudguard. "But what can it be doing here?"
He did not reply until he had looked at the thing more closely. It most certainly did not have the beautiful finish of the machines they had ridden in the Garden. Long exposure to a corrosive atmosphere hadn't done it any good. The padding of the saddle was dry and cracked, the enamel on the frame was peeling. And it had not been-somehow-made all in one piece; there were screws, nuts, bolts and rivets a-plenty... It was no more malevolent than any normal bicycle.
He said, "Some of these Beacons were converted to fully automated status only recently. One of the original crew must have kept this bike for exercise." He grinned. "I doubt that we shall be here long enough to get any use out of it!"
He set about manipulating the outer controls of the Dome's airtight door. The Station's machinery he was pleased to note, was functioning perfectly.
The station's machinery functioned perfectly until Grimes really got his hands on to it. It is child's play for a skilled technician to convert a Carlotti Beacon into a general purpose transmitter. But Grimes, insofar as electronic communications equipment was concerned, was not a skilled technician. It could have been worse, however. He suffered no injury but scorched hands and face and the loss of his eyebrows and most of his hair. The big Carlotti transmitter, though, would obviously be quite incapable of sending anything until a team of experts had made extensive repairs.
Una looked from him to the still acridly smoking tangle of ruined circuitry, then at him again.
She demanded coldly, "And what do we do now? now?"
Grimes tried to sound cheerful. "Just stick around, I guess. As soon as Trinity House learns that this Beacon is on the blink they'll send the Beacon Tender."
"And when will that be?"
"Well, it all depends... If this particular Beacon is on a busy trade route..."
"And if it's not?"
The question was not unanswerable, but the answer was not one that Grimes cared to think about. If this Beacon were on a busy trade route it would be manned. It could be months before the Trinity House s.h.i.+p called in on its normal rounds.
"And while you were indulging your hatred for all machinery," Una told him, her voice rising, "I was checking the alleged life-support facilities of this station. For your information, we shall fare as sumptuously here as ever we did in the boat. Correction. Even more sumptuously. Whoever laid in the stock of emergency provisions made sure that there were enough cans of beans in tomato sauce to keep an army marching on its stomach for the next years. And there's d.a.m.n all else-not even a sardine! And we don't know when help is coming. We don't even know if if help is coming." She went on bitterly, while Grimes kept a tight rein on his rising resentment. "Why did you have to antagonize Zephalon by your anti-robot att.i.tude? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? We were much better off in the garden..." help is coming." She went on bitterly, while Grimes kept a tight rein on his rising resentment. "Why did you have to antagonize Zephalon by your anti-robot att.i.tude? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? We were much better off in the garden..."
"As Adam said to Eve," remarked Grimes quietly, "you should have decided that before it was too late."
THE END.
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