Forty-NineMachuzak decides to head home to fulfill his promise to Theresa to speak to Archangelsky. Midnight has nearly struck by the time he raises him and Matsushima together for a call, but despite the hour Slava’s anger bursts forth from the screen before the discussion gets under way.
“Nobody in right mind would buy a commercial reactor prone to internal explosions!” he growls like a wolf, strangely echoing Whitman. “We should have built stellarator. Why are you pestering me, Nat Edward’ich?”
“You know why, Slava,” Machuzak replies, watching Rasputin tear his hair.
“Were they using active feedback on the coils and beams?” Archangelsky grudgingly asks Matsushima. With a tenth of a millisecond notice, the software can adjust the fields to micromanage disruptions; what took place dail
