by Cramer, John
“Strange,” said Steve. “But that name sounds familiar. Out of curiosity, do you have this Griffin person’s birth date?”
“Sure do,” said Cable. “He was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, on July 25, 1959.”
CHAPTER 8.2
Election Night
ON Election Eve, the Grand Ballroom of the Little Rock Hilton was filled to capacity. Two walls were covered with large multiple television images, as the polls began closing across the continent and networks reported results and projections. Alice sat with George and Roger at a reserved “Gold-Area” table in the roped-off part of the room where campaign managers and party officials could sit and chat with major contributors like George.
Roger had placed his lapstation on the table and was comparing the figures on its small screen with the wall-size screen to his left. He nodded. “Clinton/Gore is the clear winner,” he announced. “The close Congressional races are still in doubt, but there are definite indications of a coat-tail effect.”
Alice smiled. Since July she had spent most of her time traveling around the country to boost the local Democratic Congressional candidates with strategy and funding and to defuse the ‘bimbo’ issue, deflating Clinton’s reputation as a womanizer by spreading little jokes that had been subtly crafted by Roger to make the whole business seem ridiculous. “The miserable economy has helped Bill quite a bit,” she said. “Bush took a lot of heat over the continuing recession. He really hit the wrong part of the wave.”
“In our world,” said George, “the recession was definitely over by October, and Bush got credit for engineering the recovery. For the past four years we’ve been working to stretch out the recession. PetroGen’s increase in production of domestic oil helped. Less foreign oil was bought, which kept the dollar higher and reduced manufactured exports. And we had some interactions with Federal Reserve people that persuaded them to keep the interest rates high, at a time when it would have been smart to lower them. I guess it worked.”
Roger looked up from his lapstation. “It’s all worked well so far,” he said, “but I think it’s going to be very close. Even if there’s a Clinton landslide this time around, it isn’t going to last very long. I’m projecting a sizable backlash in the midterm elections two years from now that will wipe out most of the Democrat coat-tailers, and take much of the Congressional establishment with them. I’m projecting that in ‘94 the Republicans will take over the Senate, and probably the House also. If we can’t stop the SSC in the next two years, we may not be able to stop it at all.”
“What if we don’t?” Alice asked.
“If we fail and the SSC goes forward,” said Roger, “we would have about a decade to prepare for a Hive invasion. If we resorted to sabotage of the machine, perhaps we could extend that a bit longer. In whatever time was available, we would have to introduce READING and WRITING on a broad scale. My projections continue to show that this would be very disruptive. It might cause unimaginable wars and social upheaval. Our civilization is already strained to near the breaking point by ongoing change. We’re able to absorb only so much change at a time before institutions and people begin to break down. Look what the end of the Cold War, basically a beneficial change, has done to the former Soviet states, to the former Yugoslavia, and even to the economy of Germany. We could rapidly prepare to defend ourselves against the Hive, but only with great cost in unpleasant side effects.”
George nodded. “We need more time. We have to introduce gradual changes at a rate that can be absorbed. We need several decades, not one.”
“But even if the SSC project is stopped,” Alice asked, “won’t some similar facility be built sooner or later?”
“That’s an interesting question,” said Roger. “As I think you know, the Large Hadronic Collider is now being designed at CERN and will run sometime around 2004. But its energy will be too low to make signals that would attract the Hive. We don’t think another machine is likely to be started until the physics data from LHC operation is fully analyzed and understood. I project that the decision point for constructing the next colliderwill come about the year 2015, and the earliest completion of the machine would come about a decade after that, say 2025. That scenario would give us more than three decades to prepare.”
Alice frowned. “Is that enough time?” she asked.
“We think so,” George said. “If not, when the decision point gets closer there are things to do to stretch out the schedule. In any case, as soon as the Maker download and the existence of the Hive can be revealed, the consequences of building a larger collider will become clear to everyone and the problem will go away. Then as a society we can decide, in the long run, whether we want to hide and remain inconspicuous, or whether we want to go looking for the Hive ourselves.”
Alice nodded. “What about the immediate future? What are we going to do right now?”
“George and I have spent a lot of time predicting the effects of technological change coming too fast,” said Roger. “What might happen if we destabilize the institutions that give our society its structure: religions, government, manufacturing, financial markets, educational and research institutions. Our conclusion is that we need to create institutions of our own that have the built-in stability against change.”
“What kind of institutions?” asked Alice.
“In a period of a few years,” said George, “we’ve managed to create a great deal of wealth from oil, mining, biotechnology, and judicious market investments. We can create more if necessary. So far much of our resources and attention have been concentrated on the SSC problem. But we’ve also been providing funding and guidance for scientists working in key areas that we know will lead to progress. Up to now, however, we haven’t created a basic research facility of our own.
“Now, we think, it’s time to move beyond the SSC problem. We must use our resources to create major privately-funded scientific research facilities. My model is the old Bell Labs, as it existed before the AT&T breakup. Hire the best people, put them in a comfortable and somewhat isolated environment, give them lots of money and support, point them in the right directions, and turn them loose. We’ll start by creating such institutions in both the U. S. and Europe. Eventually, we’ll undoubtedly need more than two of them. Perhaps we’ll put the next one on the Moon.”
“On the Moon?” Alice looked at George, wide-eyed. “I don’t understand. Why focus on basic research?” Alice asked. “We can already ...” She looked around as if searching for eavesdroppers, then looked down at her hands.
“Surely you realize that we’re very vulnerable now,” said Roger. “Suppose a bomb went off in this building and killed the three of us, here and now. That would be the end of our efforts, and probably of our world.”
Alice nodded.
“Right here,” Roger continued, “I have the complete transcript of the Maker download I carried through the time-hole. In this lapstation is information greater than the sum of all human knowledge, almost everything they sent us about their own civilization and about the seventeen other cultures they had contacted. So far, I’ve only scratched the surface in attempting to digest this material. Mucking about at the surface is easy. Understanding and using it will require a massive effort of many people over a period of many years.”
“At the same time,” said George, “there’s the problem of culture shock. In our future, society was massively affected by the Snark discovery and hadn’t really come to grips with it when the Hive arrived. Our civilization is accustomed to the process of slow and steady discovery, of learning at a certain rate from our own effort and sweat. If the final answers, arrived at through unknown science, using reasoning that we don’t understand, is simply handed to us to absorb as revealed wisdom, how will our culture react?”
Alice frowned, thinking. “Probably well at first. Most of us are accustomed to receiving ‘revealed wisdom’ from scie
ntists. A big fraction of the public seems to think that the word ‘research’ means looking something up in a library or database. But in the long term, I suspect that our whole approach to scientific research and discovery might suffer. If you can learn more from the communicating with aliens, why bother with the effort of doing your own experiments and research?”
“Exactly,” said George. “That’s the dilemma. We need to create institutions that can reach some stable synthesis between the information provided by the Makers and information that comes from discoveries of our own.”
There was a roar from the crowd in the ballroom. The election results from the midwest were coming in, and Clinton was definitely in the lead, as were Democrats in a number of Congressional races.
“I’ve looked into the problem of new research a bit,” said Roger. “There are some areas where we will simply have to do our own research. Molecular biology is an obvious example. While READING is a very valuable tool, it’s only a tool. We need a whole new generation of molecular biologists to use the new techniques to gain more understanding of our own species and the other species on this planet. We need a whole new generation of molecular engineers to explore the implications of our new ability to WRITE. They’ll need to re-explore the whole of civil, chemical, mechanical, and electrical engineering using WRITTEN nano-scale bio-machines. I’ve studied how the Makers did that, and I’m convinced that we can do better.”
“That’s good news,” said Alice. “I’d been assuming that the Makers knew everything.”
“The Makers and their contact civilizations are far ahead of us in most areas,” said Roger, “but the trick is to quickly wade through the amassed knowledge until you reach the frontier.”
“What frontier?” Alice asked.
“You need to reach a state of knowledge where you can’t look up all the answers, where new basic research needs to be done. Every beginning science graduate student has to do this. It’s not a new thing. The frontier has certainly been moved some distance ahead. It hasn’t disappeared.
“The near future in science will be somewhat like the period following the discovery of quantum mechanics or relativity, but on a larger scale. It’ll be a very difficult time for the established scientists. Their whole way of doing things is going to be overthrown. But it will be a time of great fun for the bright new students who will have an unprecedented opportunity to make the great leap forward and surpass their elders.”
“How does this apply to physics?” asked George.
“It’s a mixed bag,” said Roger. “Astrophysics looks good in many areas. We’ll have lots of new observational data from the other bubble universes, and someone will have to put it together. And there’ll be new technology for new and better observational instruments, detectors for dark matter concentrations, axions, gravity waves, and neutrinos, for instance, that will need to be built using the new engineering techniques.
“Nuclear physics looks less promising. The new research frontier exists, but it’s a long way away. The same can be said of condensed matter physics. The prospects in particle physics are similar. It appears from the Makers’ download that there really is a substructure to the quark, just as the preliminary experiments at Fermilab will reveal in a few years. The LHC will undoubtedly reveal more about this area. But it will require a new accelerator with special characteristics to get to the bottom of the problem, and there are some questions in this area that the Makers have not yet answered. While we could use the new engineering to construct our own private super-SSC, to do so would certainly attract the Hive.”
“I think when we’re ready, we will want to deliberately attract the Hive,” said George.
Alice shuddered.
“Perhaps,” said Roger, “but in the immediate future there’s a better direction for particle physics than messing about with quark substructure. In particular, there’s the possibility of going directly to the most fundamental structures and doing Planck-scale physics at the quantum gravity level. That’s how the Makers contacted us. I don’t yet understand enough to know where the frontier is for that area, or whether it would be possible for us to do meaningful research there any time soon. But the work Tern’s group is doing on the problem now looks very promising.”
George nodded. “Individuals can only do so much. Our funding of a few university groups is a good start, but now we need teams of people, the best minds we can recruit, working closely together on these problems.” He looked around the room at the celebration. The Colorado results were being tallied, and the Clinton/Gore ticket was being projected as the sure winner. “Next week we’ll announce the formation of a major new research institution. We’ve already been funding research using the name ‘The Iris Foundation.’ I propose we call our new think-tanks and basic research facilities ‘The Iris Institutes.’”
CHAPTER 8.3
Legwork
STEVE Brown typed “PetroGen” into the Records computer system and waited while the database program searched the file structure.
Florida State University was now closed for the Christmas holidays. Last week he’d received a tip from Tom Weatherford that PetroGen had recently been buying large blocks of property in Alabama. Steve had called yesterday about access to the Alabama Department of Records files and today had driven to Montgomery, about 200 miles to the north. Records was located in a large low brick building not far from the Alabama state capitol building.
The pretty blonde in charge of the records computer system had shown Steve to a carrel containing a black and white X-terminal and handed him a plastic-covered page of instructions. The system was straightforward enough, and after a few minutes of practice he’d began the real work of searching.
The computer beeped, and the screen read “Search has found 7 items.” This was followed by a list of reference numbers. Steve clicked on the first reference number, and the database displayed the listing. It described eighty acre parcel of waterfront property located on the Tombigbee River. Steve recorded the details in his notebook.
The second item was also a parcel of waterfront property on the same river. The other five items were the same. Steve tried several other search keywords, but there were no more entries. Apparently all the purchases had been recorded with PetroGen as the legal owner. He totaled the cost of all the entries. It came to over $150 million. For some reason, PetroGen was investing heavily in the region along one particular stretch of river.
Steve exited the database program, gathered his papers, and strolled back to the outer office. The blonde girl was sitting at a desk behind the counter. The name plate on the desk read “Kathleen Scott”.
“Through already?” asked the blonde girl.
“More or less, Miss Scott,” said Steve, sitting down on the chair across from her desk. “I wonder if you could tell me something. Where’s the Tombigbee River and what’s going on over there?”
She laughed. “Oh, that. Some people think the Tombigbee Waterway Project is the greatest thing that ever happened to Alabama, and other people think it’s just a great big black hole for state and federal money. You see, there are some big rivers in the western part of the state ... over by Mississippi? ... that aren’t quite navigable and that don’t quite connect up. And one of our Congressmen, Tom Bevill, has been up in Washington for a long time, and he runs some appropriations subcommittee ... the one that has to do with water projects? And so he just told those Army Engineers that they should do something about connecting up those rivers, and fixing them ... so boats could go down them to Mobile and the Gulf?”
“He wants to make the Tombigbee a navigable waterway?” Steve asked.
“That’s right,” Kathleen answered. “So the Army started this project. And every few years the Congress gives them more money to work on it.”
Steve nodded. “So, how’s the project been doing lately?” he asked.
“Not so well,” she said. “It’s supposed to be almost finished, but there’s been a lot of pressure ... for cutting budgets? And the Army Engineers don’t have enough money to finish the project. Last I heard, they had stopped most of the work on it. According to the newspapers, a lot of the dredging and construction people have lost their jobs.”
“What about property values on the river?,” Steve asked.
“They’ve been way down,” said Kathleen. “My uncle Bob had some land over there, and after he died Aunt Clara had to sell it for next to nothing.”
“That’s too bad,” Steve said. “She should have kept it. I have reason to believe the prices will go up soon.”
CHAPTER 8.4
Alter Ego
GEORGE Griffin rose as the two visitors entered his Fermilab office. He was apprehensive about meeting these people, even though the appointment had been arranged by the Fermilab director himself.
“Hello, George,” said the taller of the men. “My name is George, too.” His hair was dark blonde, like Griffin’s. Both men were wearing thousand dollar suits that fitted them beautifully. They looked out of place at Fermilab. “I’m George Preston and this is my colleague, Roger Fulton. We’re board members of the Iris Foundation.” They shook hands.