We're Friends, Now Part 3
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Nothing much happened. The sound of ECAIAC became a steady inundant drone; or did Beardsley just imagine that he detected something of the _gleeful_ in it? With an effort he put the thought from him, and keeping a cautious distance he took a turn around the monster, up one side and down the other.
He stopped by Jeff Arnold, who was jotting down figures from the chrono.
That seemed silly, as nothing had happened yet.
Arnold glanced up and grinned at him, as if totally unconcerned that this was the most repercussive case in the entire history of Crime-Central! A little disconcerted, Beardsley said, "What happens first?"
"Oh, plenty is _happening_. But the first you'll notice will be a total reject. Watch when that happens. Complete silence, every light red for exactly two and a half seconds--the reject, and then everything continues."
"How about Transferral Impress? You know--possible to Logical, or Logical to Prime?"
Arnold paused over his notes for the merest instant. "Why--it's progressive, of course. _That_ you won't notice!"
Beardsley stared at him curiously, started to speak and then changed his mind. He wandered again, watching the techs but not interfering. And suddenly he was aware that the first total reject had come. It happened with smooth and sudden silence just as Arnold had described, ECAIAC breaking pace for mere seconds ... then all was clear again, and one of the techs hurried down the aisle with the tape, which he handed to Arnold.
Beardsley was aware of a wild pounding of pulse as he stared at the anonymous tape. One of the fifteen "possibles"? It might even be a rejected Logical. Mrs. Carmack? She was borderline. Or a Prime! It could be Mandleco himself--or Losch or Pederson. No ... it was unlikely any Primes would fall this early....
But maybe they were no longer Primes! Maybe _right now_ Transferral Impress was at work, maybe one or more of them was being relegated to lower coordinate-status somewhere there in the entrails....
He felt a bounding excitement. And, as if reading his thoughts, Jeff Arnold gave him an amused look.
"Don't let it get to you, Raoul. I used to find it the same; we all do.
But then you get to thinking, h.e.l.l, why try to guess? Ident.i.ties don't matter now!" He indicated the coded tape. "A total reject--anonymous.
ECAIAC's way of telling us _that_ person could not possibly be the murderer."
"But--you're not even curious?"
"At rejects? Why?" Arnold seemed perplexed. "Oh, you mean because _I'm_ among the 'possibles.' Frankly it doesn't bother me. I know I'm not the murderer, and I have faith in ECAIAC. If this isn't my tape, the next will be--or the eighth, or the fifteenth."
Beardsley nodded slowly. With ECAIAC it was only the final equate that mattered, the total result of c.u.mulative. He saw the truth in that, and the perfection. Or--his eyes beneath the gla.s.ses came to a quick bright focus--_was_ it quite perfection? He watched in silence as Arnold consulted the micro-chron and jotted more notes. _Rej. Q-9 (code): (.008 synap. circ.): 11:23 A.M._
Beardsley wandered again, watching the techs. A sudden s.h.i.+vering seized him. How could they remain so calm? Were they so close to the forest they couldn't notice? Something was about to happen ... to him it was unmistakable, in the very atmosphere, sharpened and heightened by the four walls--a pervading sense of _wrongness_ and a pyramiding tension.
Even Arnold wasn't aware; _audibly_ nothing had changed, as ECAIAC continued its soft-clicking whisper and the techs methodically checked the progress tapes. Beardsley stood numbly for a moment, struggling against a welter of panic. Palms sweating, he moved a safe distance away and waited.
Eight minutes later came another reject. Six minutes later, the third.
ECAIAC continued its blithe, soft-throated rhythm--but Beardsley was not fooled.
Someone sent out for coffee. It arrived in steaming thermo-containers.
Beardsley was on his first cup of coffee when rejects 4, 5 and 6 came through.
He was on his second cup when number 7 ejected, and he had just taken a last swallow when all h.e.l.l broke loose.
It wasn't much different from the other rejects. Total silence, every light in every section red ... trouble was, they couldn't seem to get together again. Some went back to green, others blinked with ominous uncertainty, still others said "to h.e.l.l with it" and exploded in vicious shards of gla.s.s that sprayed across the room. That was only the beginning. Twenty feet from Beardsley came a louder explosion, a sort of m.u.f.fled hissing. He ducked, as a complete bank of transistors zoomed past his head. From a dozen places along the ninety-foot length angry trails of smoke poured out. A tech yelled "d.a.m.n!" as he pulled back a burned hand. Sheathes crashed open. Long strands of vari-colored wire burst out and began a crazy aimless writhing, accompanied by an ominous buzzing sound as if a swarm of angry metallic bees had escaped. Someone was yelling, "Master-switch! The master-switch!"
Beardsley saw Arnold leap to the master-switch, where he became entangled with a tech who was screaming at him, "My G.o.d, sir, hurry!
It's BREAKDOWN!"
Cursing, Arnold shoved the man aside and pulled the controls.
But now that it was roused, ECAIAC didn't want to give up so easily.
There came a staccato series of minor explosions--defiant gesture, thought Beardsley!--before silence engulfed the room together with a drift of acrid smoke.
It was acrid and _angry_ smoke. From a safe distance Beardsley adjusted his gla.s.ses and observed the frantic, scurrying techs, many of them nursing burned hands. Aside from a pounding heart he was amazed at his own calm; nevertheless, he tread with caution as he approached Arnold, who was on his haunches dolefully surveying the area of major damage.
"Uh--is it something serious?"
Arnold glared up at him. "Overload on the feed-backs. If that's _all_ it is, we can pull out the unit and replace it in a few hours."
"Never happened before, eh?"
"Not like this," Arnold groaned. "Lord--it just seemed to go berserk!"
Beardsley glanced around nervously. "You see? You see? I didn't think our beautiful friends.h.i.+p could last...."
Arnold snarled, "Get out, Beardsley! What the h.e.l.l you doing here anyway? Go somewhere and read a book!"
"Yes. Yes, I--" Beardsley swallowed hastily. He then straightened, took a last look around and pulled himself together. Without a word, he turned and strode resolutely into Jeff Arnold's office; he closed the door carefully, then hurried over to the stat and pushed the b.u.t.ton for priority.
"h.e.l.lo," he said. "Mandleco's office? ... this is Mechanical Division ...
no, I want _Mandleco_ ... I don't care, get him I said! This is emergency!
Put him on at once!"
Mandleco arrived twenty minutes later. The Minister of Justice was tall and raw-boned with a long hook-nose, a shock of whitening hair, and more than a suggestion of military arrogance. He paused for precisely one second in the doorway, then strode straight over to Jeff Arnold. Before saying a word he bent slightly and peered into the maze of mechanism.
Beardsley wanted to say, "Do you find the cause of the trouble, sir?"
But he held his tongue.
Mandleco straightened up, glaring. "Arnold, what is the meaning of this?"
"Breakdown, sir."
"I can see that! The cause, man, the cause!"
"I--it's only the feed-back, sir." Arnold struggled with the terminals, most of which were a fused and tangled mess. "Not as bad as it looks, I a.s.sure you. I've already contacted Maintenance; they're sending up a new unit."
"What precisely does that mean? Can you complete the run or not! This has got to go through today!"
Arnold touched a hot terminal, jerked back his hand and swore. "It will, sir. Give us a few hours. We had seven total rejects, so I doubt the tapes are at fault. More like a synaptic overload. Transferrals are okay, so I want to try it with a stepped-up synaptic check; that'll alleviate any overload without drain on the minor selective, which is better than setting up complete new correlation-grams."
It was too much for Mandleco. Grinding a fist in his palm, he stared into the matrix and muttered, "Unprecedented. Absolutely unprecedented!
Arnold, I just can't understand _why_--"
"Happened pretty suddenly," Beardsley intruded. His voice was low and laden with meaning. "Almost as if it had gone berserk! And little wonder, if you ask me...."
We're Friends, Now Part 3
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