He was no stranger to problems. He had been living with them for the past few years, and they had been problems the like of which had never before challenged the ingenuity2 of man. For he was the head of a small community of men, scientists like himself—medical specialists of all kinds, psychologists, electronic technicians, physicists3, pressure engineers, mathematicians4 and so on, each one of them an acknowledged expert in his particular field—who had worked together with one end in view: to send a man into space and bring him back safely to Earth again. To put it more excitingly: to enable man to take his first step toward the conquest of the universe.
The result of their labors6 to date was the Capsule, a bottle-shaped contraption which occupied the center of the laboratory floor.
It wasn't very big; just big enough to contain a man enclosed in a spacesuit, lying on a couch surrounded by instruments. But there wasn't a square inch of the capsule itself, the spacesuit, and the instruments which hadn't presented innumerable problems, the solving of which had been the result of endless research and theorizing and testing.
And in the same way, and almost to the same extent, there wasn't a square inch of the man, too, which didn't present problems, all of which must be solved before he could be sent into space.
And so, in test after test, one of the chosen astronauts had lain on the couch in the capsule, wired through his spacesuit to the dozens of dials and graph recorders on the consoles at which sat the watching specialists. It seemed there was nothing that could happen inside his body that they could not know about. They could read every flexing7 of his muscles, every heartbeat, every tiny shifting of temperature, every reaction of his blood and of his complicated nervous system. On the encephalograph, they could even detect reactions in the mass of gray matter which was his brain, any sign of tension there, and above all, any symptom of that strange phenomenon of which so little was yet known, and which was called the "breakoff"—the eerie8 sensation of complete isolation9 from Earth, the trancelike apathy10 and indifference11 to survival that can attack not only high-flying pilots, but deep-sea divers12, "the rapture13 of the depths," and sometimes it was accompanied by hallucinations in which strange forms and sounds were seen and heard.
In the case of Lieutenant Hamilton Richardson, USN, there had been no mysterious troubles of this kind—in fact, no troubles of any kind at all. Aged14 thirty-six, he had been one of the first of the astronauts to volunteer. He had passed with flying colors every one of the grueling preliminary tests, mental and physical, and as far as could be judged by science, he had seemed to be the perfect specimen15, mentally and physically16, for the job. In the many tests made with him inside the capsule, nothing had gone wrong with him. There had been no signs of fatigue17 or failure of any kind. Had Snow been asked who, in his opinion, would be the first man—or, at any rate, the first American—to go into deep space, he would unhesitatingly have nominated Richardson. That is to say, until that afternoon when the thing had happened.
It had been a long test, one made for the first time. The object of it was to find out how the spacesuit, which was sealed off from the rest of the capsule, would stand up if something happened to the capsule itself. If, for instance, in its headlong flight through space, something struck it, something, maybe, no bigger than a small pebble18. The odds19 were that in collision with even so small a meteor, the shell of the capsule would be punctured20, and within a minute or less, the atmospheric21 pressure inside it, fixed22 at about five thousand feet above sea level, would be reduced to zero. In other words, the capsule would become a vacuum in which nothing on Earth could live. The astronaut would then have to depend upon his spacesuit which, being pressurized, and being really a capsule within a capsule, with its own supply of oxygen, would be the one hope of survival.
That day, the test had consisted of the "puncturing23" of the capsule. At a given signal, the pressure inside it had been reduced to that of fifty miles above the Earth's surface—in other words, to zero—by pumping out the air inside it. Richardson, the ace5 of the astronauts, had been chosen for this important test.
It had gone well. With the other scientists at their dials, Snow, seated at the big console of literally24 dozens of dials, the only one to be connected with Richardson by sound and speech, had given the signal. In a minute, the capsule had become a vacuum fifty miles above the surface of the Earth, outside its envelope of atmosphere.
Richardson's voice, reading his instruments, acknowledging Snow's instructions, answering his questions, had come through as normal and as calm as ever. Snow had felt a rising excitement as the test proceeded.
And then, without warning, the thing had happened. Richardson's voice had stopped in the middle of an instrument reading, as if it had suddenly been cut off. A few seconds later, it had resumed. But when it did so, the voice was uttering a stream of unintelligible25 sounds in a low, lilting chant. Snow had listened incredulously for perhaps thirty seconds, at the end of which the sounds had suddenly ceased. Immediately, Snow had given instructions for the normal pressure inside the capsule to be restored. Almost as he had done so, Richardson's voice, once again normal, had resumed the reading of the instruments, taking up from where it had left off a minute before.
Acting26 on a sudden impulse. Snow had decided27 to say nothing over the wire to Richardson at the time. He had continued his conversation with the astronaut, telling him they were "bringing him down" and asking the usual questions until the test ended.
When, with the others, he had stood around watching while Richardson was helped out of his spacesuit, he had carefully watched their faces, looking for some sign of doubt or puzzlement. But he saw none. On the contrary, they all seemed triumphantly28 satisfied. Even Richardson had shown no sign that anything unusual had occurred. He had been his usual cheerful self, seeming not even slightly fatigued29 by the long test.
Being the only one who had been in contact with Richardson, Snow had suddenly found himself wondering if he really had heard those sounds, if, maybe, he had been the victim of a hallucination. This was why he had said nothing about it at the time. He had just asked, as casually30 as he could, if any of them had anything they wanted to bring up immediately. They had shaken their heads, beaming their satisfaction, and he had dismissed them all, saying that in view of the length of the test they might all call it a day, and postponing31 the usual interrogation until the morrow. Then he had hurried back to his quarters, bringing with him the recording32 machine on which, as was the practice, his conversation with Richardson during the test had been recorded. Controlling his impatience33 with difficulty, he had rewound the tape on the machine and played it back, the tension rising within him as he listened.
There had been no hallucination. He heard Richardson's voice reading the instrument, the sudden cut-off in the middle of it, the short silence, then the voice uttering the strange sounds in a low-pitched chant with a gentle rise and fall to it. Three times he had played it back, and now it seemed to him that these were not just disconnected sounds. They appeared to have a cadence34, a phrasing which indicated that they belonged to a language of some sort.
Snow was no linguist35. He had less than a fair conversational36 knowledge of French and German, and a scholar's acquaintance with Latin, but he had travelled very extensively in his time and had been accustomed to hear many languages spoken. He was quite sure he had never heard anything even remotely resembling these sounds. Certainly Richardson was no linguist either. He was third-generation American from British stock, and all he knew about languages was what he had learned in school.
Then where had those sounds come from? Were they a language, and if so, what did they mean? How could this happen to a man like Richardson without his knowing about it? Did it mean that here was, after all, something strange about him which the man himself might not even know about, and which might mean that he was not fit for the project? This last question worried Snow more than the others.
He went to the telephone on his desk and dialed the Richardson bungalow37. The voice of Richardson's pretty wife answered him.
"Yes? Sandra Richardson here."
"Hello, Sandra. Phil Snow calling. Is Ham there?"
"He's in the shower singing his head off. Shall I get him?"
"No, it isn't important. I just wanted to ask him again if he feels all right after the test. It was rather a long one, and I wondered if he might feel tired, or...."
"Tired? He seems even more full of pep than usual. Was the test so very long, then?"
"Yes, it was. That's why I called and—just to tell him it was a success. I haven't checked all the reports yet, but it looks good. And you say he's as usual?"
"Yes. Why? There wasn't anything...?"
"No, no, nothing at all. Just as I said. I'll be seeing you."
He rang off, hoping that nothing he had said was now making Sandra Richardson suspicious, and resumed his pacing up and down the floor. Now another question came into his mind. The same test would be run several times again before final conclusions could be made. Should he wait for them to see if this thing happened again before starting anything with Richardson and his colleagues? But even as he asked himself the question, he knew the answer. If this never again happened in any future test, the fact would remain that it had happened once and could not be forgotten or brushed aside. It must be cleared up. Something had happened to Richardson's mind.
He decided to take Abe Franstein, his head psychologist, into his confidence. As he dialed Franstein's bungalow, he recalled with a sense of comfort that the brilliant little man was not only a world authority in his particular subject, but that he was said to be able to read, write, and converse38 in a staggering number of languages, some of them obscure Oriental dialects.
When Franstein answered the call, Snow asked him to drop in for coffee after dinner.
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pebble
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