'May I,' Plowers said. 'May I, would you permit me, please, Mr Chairman, to make this point clear for the record?'
Tiborough scowled, but the heavy dignity of the Senate overcame his irritation. 'Please continue, Senator, I had thought you were finished.'
'I respect ... there is no doubt in my mind of Mr Custer's truthfulness,' Flowers said. His face eased into a grin that made him look grandfatherly, a kindly elder statesman. 'I would like, therefore, to have him explain how this ... ah, weapon, can be an exhibit in the matter before our committee.'
Wallace glanced at Custer, saw the hard set of the man's jaw, realized the cattleman had gotten to Flowers somehow. This was a set piece.
Tiborough was glancing at the other senators, weighing the advisability of high-handed dismissal ... perhaps a star chamber session. No ... they were all too curious about Custer's device, his purpose here.
The thoughts were plain on the senator's face.
'Very well,' Tiborough said. He nodded to Custer. 'You may proceed, Mr Custer.'
* * * *
'During last winter's slack season,' Custer said, 'two of my men and I worked on a project we've had in the works for three years - to develop a sustained-emission laser device.'
Custer opened his briefcase, slid out a fat aluminium tube mounted on a pistol grip with a conventional appearing trigger.
'This is quite harmless,' he said. 'I didn't bring the power pack.'
'That is ... this is your weapon?' Tiborough asked.
'Calling this a weapon is misleading,' Custer said. 'The term limits and oversimplifies. This is also a brush-cutter, a substitute for a logger's saw and axe, a diamond cutter, a milling machine ... and a weapon. It is also a turning point in history.'
'Come now, isn't that a bit pretentious?' Tiborough asked.
'We tend to think of history as something old and slow,' Custer said. 'But history is, as a matter of fact, extremely rapid and immediate. A President is assassinated, a bomb explodes over a city, a dam break, a revolutionary device is announced.'
'Lasers have been known for quite a few years,' Tiborough said. He looked at the papers the colonel had given him. 'The principle dates from 1956 or thereabouts.'
'I don't wish it to appear that I'm taking credit for inventing this device,' Custer said. 'Nor am I claiming sole credit for developing the sustained-emission laser. I was merely one of a team. But I do hold the device here in my hand, gentlemen.'
'Exhibit, Mr Custer,' Flowers reminded him. 'How is this an exhibit?'
'May I explain first how it works?' Custer asked. 'That will make the rest of my statement much easier.'
Tiborough looked at Plowers, back to Custer. 'If you will tie this all together, Mr Custer,' Tiborough said. 'I want to ... the bearing of this device on our - we are hearing a particular bill in this room.'
'Certainly, Senator,' Custer said. He looked at his device. 'A ninety-volt radio battery drives this particular model. We have some that require less voltage, some that use more. We aimed for a construction with simple parts. Our crystals are common quartz. We shattered them by bringing them to a boil in water and then plunging them into ice water ... repeatedly. We chose twenty pieces of very close to the same size - about one gram, slightly more than fifteen grains each.'
Custer unscrewed the back of the tube, slid out a round length of plastic trailing lengths of red, green, brown, blue and yellow wire.
Wallace noticed how the cameras of the TV men centered on the object in Custer's hands. Even the senators were leaning forward, staring.
We're gadget crazy people, Wallace thought.
'The crystals were dipped in thinned household cement and then into iron filings,' Custer said. 'We made a little jig out of a fly-tying vice and opened a passage in the filings at opposite ends of the crystals. We then made some common celluloid - nitrocellulose, acetic acid, gelatin and alcohol - all very common products, and formed it in a length of garden hose just long enough to take the crystals end to end. The crystals were inserted in the hose, the celluloid poured over them and the whole thing was seated in a magnetic waveguide while the celluloid was cooling. This centered and aligned the crystals. The waveguide was constructed from wire salvaged from an old TV set and built following the directions in the Radio Amateur's Handbook.'
Custer re-inserted the length of plastic into the tube, adjusted the wires. There was an unearthly silence in the room with only the cameras whirring. It was as though everyone were holding his breath.
'A laser requires a resonant cavity, but that's complicated,' Custer said. 'Instead, we wound two layers of fine copper wire around our tube, immersed it in the celluloid solution to coat it and then filed one end flat. This end took a piece of mirror cut to fit. We then pressed a number eight embroidery needle at right angles into the mirror end of the tub; until it touched the side of the number one crystal.'
Custer cleared his throat.
Two of the senators leaned back. Plowers coughed. Tiborough glanced at the banks of TV cameras and there was a questioning look in his eyes.
* * * *
'We then determined the master frequency of our crystal series,'
Custer said. 'We used a test signal and oscilloscope, but any radio amateur could do it without the oscilloscope. We constructed an oscillator of that master frequency, attached it at the needle and a bare spot scraped in the opposite edge of the waveguide.'
'And this ... ah ... worked?' Tiborough asked.
'No.' Custer shook his head. 'When we fed power through a voltage multiplier into the system we produced an estimated four hundred joules emission and melted half the tube. So we started all over again.'
'You are going to tie this in?' Tiborough asked. He frowned at the papers in his hands, glanced toward the door where the colonel had gone.
'I am, sir, believe me,' Custer said.
'Very well, then,' Tiborough said.
'So we started all over,' Custer said. 'But for the second celuloid dip we added bismuth - a saturate solution, actually. It stayed gummy and we had to paint over it with a sealing coat of the straight celluloid. We then coupled this bismuth layer through a pulse circuit so that it was bathed in a counter wave -180 degrees out of phase with the master frequency. We had, in effect, immersed the unit in a thermoelectric cooler that exactly countered the heat production. A thin beam issued from the unmirrored end when we powered it. We have yet to find something that thin beam cannot cut.'
'Diamonds?' Tiborough asked.
'Powered by less than two hundred volts, this device could cut our planet in half like a ripe tomato,' Custer said. 'One man could destroy an aerial armada with it, knock down ICBMs before they touched atmosphere, sink a fleet, pulverize a city. I'm afraid, sir, that I haven't mentally catalogued all the violent implications of this device. The mind tends to boggle at the enormous power focused in ...'
'Shut down those TV cameras!'
It was Tiborough shouting, leaping to his feet and making a sweeping gesture to include the banks of cameras. The abrupt violence of his voice and gesture fell on the room like an explosion. 'Guards!' he called. 'You there at the door. Cordon off that door and don't let anyone out who heard this fool!' He whirled back to face Custer. 'You irresponsible idiot!'
'I'm afraid, Senator,' Custer said, 'that you're locking the barn door many weeks too late.'
For a long minute of silence Tiborough glared at Custer. Then: 'You did this deliberately, eh?'
* * * *
Chapter III
'Senator, if I'd waited any longer, there might have been no hope for us at all.'
Tiborough sat back into his chair, still keeping his attention fastened on Custer. Flowers and Johnston on his right had their heads close together whispering fiercely. The other senators were dividing their attention between Custer and Tiborough, their eyes wide and with no attempt to conceal their astonishment.
Wallace, growing conscious of the implications in what Custer had said, tried to wet his lips with his tongue. Christ
! he thought. This stupid cowpoke has sold us all down the river!
Tiborough signaled an aide, spoke briefly with him, beckoned the colonel from the door. There was a buzzing of excited conversation in the room. Several of the press and TV crew were huddled near the windows on Custer's left, arguing. One of their number - a florid-faced man with gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses, started across the room toward Tiborough, was stopped by a committee aide. They began a low-voiced argument with violent gestures.
A loud curse sounded from the door. Poxman, the syndicated columnist, was trying to push past the guards there.
'Poxman!' Tiborough called. The columnist turned. 'My orders are that no one leaves,' Tiborough said. 'You are not an exception.' He turned back to face Custer.
The room had fallen into a semblance of quiet, although there still were pockets of muttering and there was the sound of running feet and a hurrying about in the hall outside.
'Two channels went out of here live,' Tiborough said. 'Nothing much we can do about them, although we will trace down as many of their viewers as we can. Every bit of film in this room and every sound tape will be confiscated, however.' His voice rose as protests sounded from the press section. 'Our national security is at stake. The President has been notified. Such measures as are necessary will be taken.'
The colonel came hurrying into the room, crossed to Tiborough, quietly said something.
'You should've warned me!' Tiborough snapped. 'I had no idea that ...'
The colonel interrupted with a whispered comment.
'These papers ... your damned report is not clear!' Tiborough said. He looked around at Custer. 'I see you're smiling, Mr Custer. I don't think you'll find much to smile about before long.'
'Senator, this is not a happy-smile,' Custer said. 'But I told myself several days ago you'd fail to see the implications of this thing,' He tapped the pistol-shaped device he had rested on the table. 'I told myself you'd fall back into the old, useless pattern.'
'Is that what you told yourself, really?' Tiborough said.
Wallace, hearing the venom in the senator's voice, moved his chair a few inches farther away from Custer.
Tiborough looked at the laser projector. 'Is that thing really disarmed?'
'Yes, sir.'
'If I order one of my men to take it from you, you will not resist?'
'Which of your men will you trust with it, Senator?' Custer asked.
In the long silence that followed, someone in the press section emitted a nervous guffaw.
'Virtually every man on my ranch has one of these things,' Custer said. 'We fell trees with them, cut firewood, make fence posts. Every letter written to me as a result of my patent application has been answered candidly. More than a thousand sets of schematics and instructions on how to build this device have been sent out to varied places in the world.'
'You vicious traitor!' Tiborough rasped.
'You're certainly entitled to your opinion, Senator,' Custer said. 'But I warn you I've had time for considerably more concentrated and considerably more painful thought than you've applied to this problem. In my estimation, I had no choice. Every week I waited to make this thing public, every day, every minute, merely raised the odds that humanity would be destroyed by..:'
'You said this thing applied to the hearings on the grazing act,' Flowers protested, and there was a plaintive note of complaint in his voice.
'Senator, I told you the truth,' Custer said. 'There's no real reason to change the act, now. We intend to go on operating under it - with the agreement of our neighbors and others concerned. People are still going to need food.'
Tiborough glared at him. 'You're saying we can't force you to ...' He broke off at a disturbance in the doorway. A rope barrier had been stretched there and a line of Marines stood with their backs to it, facing the hall. A mob of people was trying to press through. Press cards were being waved.
'Colonel, I told you to clear that hall!' Tiborough barked.
The colonel ran to the barrier. 'Use your bayonets if you have to!' he shouted.
The disturbance subsided at the sound of his voice. More, uniformed men could be seen moving in along the barrier. Presently, the noise receded.
* * * *
Tiborough turned back to Custer. 'You make Benedict Arnold look like the greatest friend the United States ever had,' he said.
'Cursing me isn't going to help you,' Custer said. 'You are going to have to live with this thing; so you'd better try understanding it.'
'That appears to be simple,' Tiborough said. 'All I have to do is send twenty-five cents to the Patent office for the schematics and then write you a letter.'
'The world already was headed toward suicide,' Custer said. 'Only fools failed to realize ...'
'So you decided to give us a little push,' Tiborough said.
'H. G. Wells warned us,' Custer said. 'That's how far back it goes, but nobody listened. 'Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe,' Wells said. 'But those were just words. Many scientists have remarked the growth curve on the amount of raw energy becoming available to humans - and the diminishing curve on the number of persons required to use that energy. For a long time now, more and more violent power was being made available to fewer and fewer people. It was only a matter of time until total destruction was put into the hands of single individuals.'
'And you didn't think you could take your government into your confidence.'
'The government already was committed to a political course diametrically opposite the one this device requires,' Custer said, 'Virtually every man in the government has a vested interest in not reversing that course.'
'So you set yourself above the government?'
'I'm probably wasting my time,' Custer said, 'but I'll try to explain it. Virtually every government in the world is dedicated to manipulating something called the 'mass man'. That's how governments have stayed in power. But there is no such man. When you elevate the non-existent 'mass man' you degrade the individual. And obviously it was only a matter of time until all of us were at the mercy of the individual holding power.'
'You talk like a commie!'
'They'll say I'm a goddamn' capitalist pawn,' Custer said. 'Let me ask you, Senator, to visualize a poor radio technician in a South American country. Brazil, for example. He lives a hand-to-mouth existence, ground down by an overbearing, unimaginative, essentially uncouth ruling oligarchy. What is he going to do when this device comes into his hands?'
'Murder, robbery and anarchy.'
'You could be right,' Custer said. 'But we might reach an understanding out of ultimate necessity - that each of us must cooperate in maintaining the dignity of all.'
Tiborough stared at him, began to speak musingly: 'We'll have to control the essential materials for constructing this thing ... and there may be trouble for awhile, but ...'
'You're a vicious fool.'
In the cold silence that followed, Custer said: 'It was too late to try that ten years ago. I'm telling you this thing can be patch-worked out of a wide variety of materials that are already scattered over the earth. It can be made in basements and mud huts, in palaces and shacks. The key item is the crystals, but other crystals will work, too. That's obvious. A patient man can grow crystals ... and this world is full of patient men.'
'I'm going to place you under arrest,' Tiborough said. 'You have outraged every rule -'
'You're living in a dream world,' Custer said. 'I refuse to threaten you, but I'll defend myself from any attempt to oppress or degrade me. If I cannot defend myself, my friends will defend me. No man who understands what this device means will permit his dignity to be taken from him.'
Custer allowed a moment for his words to sink in, then: 'And don't twist those words to imply a threat. Refusal to threaten a fellow human is an absolute requirement in the day that has just dawned on us.'
'You haven't changed a thing!' Tiborough raged. 'If one man is powerful with that thing, a hun
dred are ...'
'All previous insults aside,' Custer said, 'I think you are a highly intelligent man, Senator. I ask you to think long and hard about this device. Use of power is no longer the deciding factor because one man is as powerful as a million. Restraint - self-restraint is now the key to survival. Each of us is at the mercy of his neighbor's good will. Each of us, Senator - the man in the palace and the man in the shack. We'd better do all we can to increase that good will - not attempting to buy it, but simply recognizing that individual dignity is the one inalienable right of ...'
'Don't you preach at me, you commie traitor!' Tiborough rasped. 'You're a living example of ...'
'Senator!'
It was one of the TV cameramen in the left rear of the room.