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Tomkins and MacDowell were napping quietly. The second mate, a guy
named Todd, was making motions at guiding the ship's flight through
nothing, and also making a mild play for Helen MacDowell. And not
getting very far with either job.
Biggs and Cleaver had finished inspecting the instrument panels,
and were in earnest confab by the plot charts. Hank seemed to be
summarizing their decisions.
" your new gadget was supposed to eliminate every speck of energy
waste, huh?"
"That's right. And thus conserve fuel, at the same time giving
tremendous speed," Biggs nodded.
"An' when you plugged the switch, it gave one whoop an' holler, the
Saturn went like a bat out o' hell for a few seconds "
" and then," finished Biggs, "we found ourselves here. That's the
story, Hank. The whole story, so help me. But if, from those few facts
and what I've shown you, you can explain in what part of the universe
we are, you're an even greater genius than history says you were I
mean, are."
Hank cocked a quizzical eye. "That's funny, ain't it?" he mused. "I
was, but I still am. Time's tricky, Lanse. But, listen, you made one
mistake."
"Yes?"
"In sayin' 'what part o' the universe.' Way I see it that ain't the
explanation a-tall. Way I see it, there's two kinds o' universes. The
is an' the ain't. An' we're in the other one."
"I I beg your pardon?" faltered Biggs.
"Put it this way. You draw a graph, an' you cross two lines. The block
at the upper right intersection o' them two lines is the is universe.
The one we live in. Ain't that right?"
Biggs nodded. "That's a simple way of graphing existence, yes. The
horizontal line would represent existence in space, the vertical line
existence in time. At any given moment, a man's position in space and
time is coördinated in the positive sector. But "
He stopped abruptly, looking at Hank with startled eyes.
"But you don't mean, Hank, we're in the bottom sector of the graph!"
Hank sighed. "'Fraid that's 'zackly what I do mean, Lanse. It's no
wonder nuthin' looked natcheral to you. We done bust plumb out o' space
an' time as we ordinarily know it. We're in the imaginary sector o'
space-time! The coördinate of where we are now ain't even positive
numbers. They're all based on a negative factor the square root o'
minus one!"
CHAPTER IV
Danger Ahead
I looked at Bert Donovan and he looked at me. Judging by the faces of
our two screwball intellectuals, there was something smelly on the
Saturn. But it was all a deep and dark mystery to me.
I said, "Hank, for old times' sake, would you brush that off again
lightly for me? In words of one syllable, what has the little letter
i got to do with space flight, gray skies and time-travel?"
But Hank ignored me. On the right track at last, he was developing his
arguments.
"Reckon you know more 'bout energy-mass relationships than I do,
Lanse. 'Spect you'll remember, then, the transformations cooked up by
a guy from our time, feller by the name o' Lorentz? Him an' a couple
other guys named Einstein an' Planck fiddled around with hyper-spatial
mechanics an' discovered some interestin' things. Includin' the fact
that mass is altered when it travels at high velocities.
"Whut I figger musta happened is this. The gadget you invented worked
even better'n you expected. It worked so durn well that it give the
Saturn one whale of a kick in the pants. Made it accelerate at a
speed greater than that of light!
"So then what? Why, then the plus universe warn't big enough to
hold the Saturn any more! That wild minute or two you talked about
was when you exceeded the limitin' velocity. An' then here you was in
the minus universe! Which is, so to speak, the negative matrix of the
normal plus universe we ordinarily live in."
It didn't make sense to me, but apparently it did to Lieutenant Biggs.
He passed a damp palm across a sweating forehead.
"You're right, Cleaver! You must be right, because your argument
agrees with all the known theories and observed facts. The incredible
readings on our instruments, the weird surroundings in which we find
ourselves " He stared at my friend sombrely. "But what are we going