Possibly, had Amalfi spotted his own city’s spindizzies over the surface of the planet, as he had those of the all-purpose city and the plague city, Hern VI might have been more sensitive to the space stick; at the very least, the liberation could have been left as real liberation, for it wouldn’t have mattered had the planet heeled a little this way and that as long as it kept a straight course. But Amalfi had left the city’s drivers undisturbed for the most cogent of all reasons: for the survival of the city. Only one of the machines was participating at all in the flight of Hern VI, that being the big pivot spindizzy at Sixtieth Street. The others, including the decrepit but now almost cool Twenty-third Street machine, rested.
“…
There was no time to answer such frantic calls, which poured into the city from outside like a chain of spring freshets as inhabited systems were by-passed, skirted, overshot, fringed, or actually penetrated. The calls could have been acknowledged but acknowledgment would demand that some explanation be offered, and Hern VI would be out of ultraphone range of the questioner before more than a few sentences could be exchanged. The most panicky inquiries might have been answered by Dirac, but that had two drawbacks: the minor one, that there were too many inquiries for the city to handle, and no real reason to handle them; the major one, that Earth and one other important party would be able to hear the answer.
Amalfi did not care too much about what the Earth heard—Earth was already hearing plenty about the flight of Hern VI; if Dirac transmission could be spoken of as jammed, even in metaphor (and it could, for an infinite number of possible electron orbits in no way presupposes a Dirac transmitter tuned to each one), then Earth Dirac boards were jampacked with the squalls of alarmed planets along Hern VI’s arc.
But about the other party, Amalfi cared a great deal.
O’Brian kept that other party steadily in the center of his drone’s field of vision, and a small screen mounted on the railing of the belfry showed Amalfi the shining, innocuous-looking globe whenever he cared to look at it. The newcomer to the Okie jungle—and to the March on Earth—had made no untoward or even interesting motion since it had arrived in the Okies’ ken. Occasionally it exchanged chitchat with the King of the jungle; less often, it talked with other cities. Boredom had descended on the jungle, so there was now a fair amount of intercity touring; but the newcomer was not visited as far as O’Brian or Amalfi could tell, nor did any gigs leave it. This, of course, was natural: Okies are solitary by preference, and a refusal to fraternize, providing that it was not actively hostile in tone, would always be understood in any situation. The newcomer, in short, was giving a very good imitation of being just another member of the hegira—just one more Birnam tree on the way to Dunsinane ….
And if anyone in the jungle had recognized it for what it was, Amalfi could see no signs of it.
A fat star rocketed blue-white over the city and Dopplered away into the black, shrinking as it faded out. Amalfi spoke briefly to the City Fathers. The jungle would be within sight of Earth within days—and the uproar on the Dirac was now devoted more and more to the approach of the jungle, less and less to Hern VI. Amalfi had considerable faith in the City Fathers, but the terrifying flight of stars past his head could not fail to make him worry about overshooting E-Day, or undershooting it, however accurate the calculations seemed to be.
But the City Fathers insisted doggedly that Hern VI would cross the solar system of Earth on E-Day, and Amalfi had to be as content as he could manage with the answer. On this kind of problem, the City Fathers had never been known to be wrong. He shrugged uneasily and phoned down to Astronomy.
“Jake, this is the mayor. Ever heard of something called ‘trepidation?”
“Ask me a hard one,” the astronomer said testily.
“All right. How do I go about introducing some trepidation into this orbit we’re following?”
The astronomer sounded his irritating chuckle. “You don’t,” he said. “It’s a condition of space around suns, and you haven’t the mass. The bottom limit, as I recall, is one and five-tenths times ten to the thirtieth power kilograms, but ask the City Fathers to be sure. My figure is of the right order of magnitude, anyhow.”
“Damn,” Amalfi said. He hung up and took time out to light a cigar, a task complicated by the hurtling stars in the corner of his eye; somehow the cigar seemed to flinch every time one went by. He lit the nervous cheroot and called Hazleton next.
“Mark, you once tried to explain to me how a musician plays the beginning and the end of a piece a little bit faster than normal so that he can play the middle section a little bit slower. Is that the way it goes?”
“Yes, that’s
“What I want to do is introduce something like that into the motion of this rock pile as we go across the solar system without any loss in total transit time. Any ideas?”
There was a moment’s silence. “Nothing occurs to me, boss. Controlling that kind of thing is almost purely intuitional. You could probably do it better by personal control than O’Brian could set it up in the piloting section.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Another dud. Personal control was out of the question at this speed, for no human pilot, not even Amalfi, had reflexes fast enough to handle Hern VI directly. It was precisely because he wanted to be able to handle the planet directly for a second or so of its flight that he wanted the trepidation introduced; and even then he would be none too sure of his ability to make the one critical, razor-edged alteration in her course which he knew he would need.
“Carrel? Come up here, will you?”
The boy arrived almost instantly. On the balcony, he watched the hurtling passage of stars with what Amalfi suspected was sternly repressed alarm.
“Carrel, you began with us as an interpreter, didn’t you? You must have had frequent occasion to use a voice- writer, then.”
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“Good. Then you’ll remember what happens when the carriage of the machine returns and spaces for another line. It brakes a little in the middle of the return, so it won’t deform the carriage stop by constantly slamming into it; isn’t that right? Well, what I want to know is: How is that done?”
“On a small machine, the return cable is on a cam instead of a pulley,” Carrel said, frowning. “But the big multiplex machines that we use at conclaves are electronically controlled by something called a klystron; how
“Find out,” Amalfi said. “Thanks, Carrel, that’s just what I was looking for. I want such an apparatus cut into our present piloting circuit, so as to give us the maximum braking effect as we cross Earth’s solar system that’s compatible with our arriving at the cloud on time. Can it be done?”
“Yes, sir, that sounds fairly easy.” He went below without being dismissed; a second later, a swollen and spotted red giant sun skimmed the city, seemingly by inches.
The phone buzzed. “Mr. Mayor—O’Brian here. The cities are coming up on Earth. Shall I put you through?”
Amalfi started. Already? The city was still megaparsecs away from the rendezvous; it was literally impossible to conceive of any speed which would make arrival on time possible. The mayor suddenly began to find the subway-pillar flashing of the stars reassuring.
“Yes, O’Brian, hook up the big helmet and stand by. Give me full Dirac on all circuits, and have our alternate course ready to plug in. Has Mr. Carrel gotten in touch with you yet?”
“No, sir,” the pilot said. “But there’s been some activity from the City Fathers in the piloting banks which I assumed was by your orders or one of the city manager’s. Apparently we’re to be out of computer control at opposition.”
“That’s right. Okay, O’Brian, put me through.” Amalfi donned the big helmet…
… and was back in the jungle.
The entire pack of cities, decelerating heavily now, was entering the “local group”—an arbitrary sphere with a radius of fifty light years, with Earth’s sun at its center. This was the galaxy’s center of population still, despite the outward movement which had taken place for the past centuries, and the challenges which were now ringing around the heads of the Okies were like voices from history: 40 Eridani, Procyon, Kruger 60, Sirius, 61 Cygni, Altair,
