The Daleth Effect

“The batteries!” Henning dived for his position as he spoke, almost floating in the air, so quickly was their fall accelerating.

He clutched at the back of his chair, missed, floated up and hit painfully against the periscope housing and bounced back. This time his fingers caught the chair and he pulled himself down into it and strapped in. He reached for the switches.

“Current on—full!”

The fall continued. Arnie glanced quickly at the other two men.

“Get ready. I have cut the drive completely. When I engage it now I am afraid that the reaction will not be gentle because—”

Metal screeched, equipment crashed and broke, and there were hoarse gasps as the sudden deceleration drove the air from their lungs. They were slammed down hard into their chairs, painfully, and for an instant they hovered at the edge of blackout as the blood drained from their brains.

Then it was over and they were gasping for air, dizzily. Henning’s face was a white mask streaked with red, bleeding from an unnoticed scalp wound where his skull had struck the periscope. Outside there were only clouds. The engine ran smoothly and the air hushed from the vents, soft background to their rough breathing.

“Let us not—” Nils said, taking a deep breath. “Let us not… do that again!”

“We are maintaining altitude with no lateral motion/’ Arnie said, his words calm despite the hardness of his breathing. “Do you wish to return—or to complete the test?”

“As long as this doesn’t happen again, I’m for going on,” Nils said.

“Agreed. But I suggest that we operate on the batteries.”

“How is the charge?”

“Excellent. Down less than five percent.”

“We will go back up. Let me know when the charge is down to seventy percent and we will return. That should give us an acceptable safety margin. Plus the fact that engines can be restarted when we are low enough.”

It was smooth, exhilarating. The clouds dropped below them and the engine labored. Henning shut it down and sealed the air intake. They rose.

“Five thousand meters high at least,” Nils said, squinting at the cloud cover below with a pilot’s eye. “Most of the atmosphere is below us now.”

“Then I can step up the acceleration. Please note the time.”

“It’s all in the log. Some of it in a very shaky handwriting, I can tell you.”

The curvature of the Earth was visible, the atmosphere a blue band above it tapering into the black of space. The brighter stars could be seen; the sun burned like a beacon and, shining through the port, threw a patch of eye-hurting brightness onto the deck. The upward pressure ceased.

“Here we are,” Arnie said. “The equipment is functioning well, we are holding our position. Can anyone estimate our altitude?”

“One hundred fifty kilometers,” Nils said. “Ninety or a hundred miles. It looks very much like the pictures shot from the satellites at that altitude.”

“Battery reserve seventy-five percent and dropping slowly.”

“Yes, it takes power to hover, scarcely less than for acceleration.”

“Then we’ve done it!” Nils said and, even louder when the enormity struck him, “We’ve done it! We can go anywhere—do anything. We’ve really done it…”

“Battery reserve nearing seventy percent.”

“We will go down then.”

“A little slower than last time?”

“You can be sure of that.”

More gently than a falling leaf, the submarine dropped. They passed through a silvery layer of high cirrus clouds.

“Won’t we be coming down much further to the west?” Nils asked. “The Earth will have rotated out from under us so we won’t be able to set down in the same spot.”

“No, I have compensated for that motion. We should be no more than a mile or two from the original position.”

“Then I had better get on the radio.” Henning switched it on. “Well be in range soon, and we’ll want to tell them.”

A voice came clearly through the background static, speaking the fast, slang-filled Copenhagen Danish that only a native of that city would be able to understand.

“…dive, daughter, dive, and don’t come up for air. Swim deep, little sister, swim deep…”

“What on earth are they talking about?” Araie asked, looking up, surprised.

“That!” Nils said, looking out the port and turning his head swiftly to follow the silver swept-wing forms that flashed by below. “Russian MIG. We’re just out of the clouds and I don’t think they saw us. Can we drop any faster?”

“Hold on.”

A twist of Arnie’s fingers pushed their stomachs up into their throats.

“Let me know when we are about two hundred meters above the water,” he said calmly. “So I can slow the 4rop before we hit.”

Nils clutched the arms of his chair to keep from floating up despite his belt. The leaden surface of the Baltic flashed toward them, closer and closer, the waves with white caps were visible, and the Vitus Bering off to one side.

“Closer… closer… NOW!”

They were slammed down, loose equipment rolled, sliding across the suddenly canted deck. Then an even more powerful force crashed into the sub, jarring the entire hull, as they plunged beneath the surface.

“Will you please take over, Commander Wilhelm-sen,” Arnie said, and for the first time his voice was a bit uneven. “I am shutting down tht Daleth unit.”

The pumps throbbed to life and Henning almost caressed his control panel. It was hard to fly as a passenger in one’s own submarine. He whistled between his teeth as he made a slow turn and angled up to periscope depth.

“Take a look through the periscope, will you, Hansen? It’s easy enough to use, just like they do in the movies.”

“Up periscope!” Nils charted, slapping the handles down and twisting his cap backward. He ground his face into the rubber cushion. “I can’t see blast-all.”

“Turn the knob to focus the lenses.”

“Yes, that’s better. The ship’s off to port about thirty degrees.” He swept the periscope in a circle. “No other ships in sight. This thing doesn’t have a big enough field, so I can’t tell about the sky.”

“We’ll have to take a chance. I’ll bring her up a bit so the aerial is clear.”

The radio hissed with background noise, then a voice broke in, died away and returned an instant later.

“Hello, Blaeksprutten, can you hear me? Over. Hello.”

“Blaeksprutten here. What’s happening? Over.”

“It is believed that you appeared on the Russian early warning radar screens. MIGs have been all over the area ever since you went up. None in sight now. We think that they did not see you come in. Please close on us and report on test. Over.”

Arnie took up the microphone.

“Equipment functioned perfectly. No problems. Estimated height of a hundred fifty kilometers reached on battery power. Over.”

He flicked the switch and the sound of distant cheering poured from the loudspeaker.