Thirty-FiveOutside heavy droplets were by now splattering irregularly on the asphalt and concrete, while thunder snarled in the distance. The reporters lay in wait and the first question to split the air was, redundantly, “Has any tritium been stolen?”
A ring shoved in her bot’s face, Moravec had little choice but to reply. “This is hardly for me to say. The security down there is impressive, but the entire operation seems unduly complicated. Nature perhaps does not believe in fusion on Earth.”
Slava, two steps away, overhears. “A century ago,” he answers, “computer would have seemed unimaginable. If there is one percent chance of supplying world with energy for millions of years, is not endeavor worth undertaking?”
Moravec isn’t buying. “The age of fusion has passed, I am afraid. With
