Forty-ThreeIn the bunker two unshaven beam operators engaged in a chess match as the machine was being readied for the next shot, and the rest of the team milled around while it waited for experiments to resume. A tritium guy picks up a guitar and begins twanging “Big Science Blues.”
“Break for basketball!” Krieg-Zuber announces unexpectedly. So impossible is it to believe what they’ve just heard that not a single person budges. “That’s an order! Go! From now on, basketball, volleyball, every day at two o’clock sharp!”
Eventually, a few of the technicians headed apprehensively for the door, but when The Terminator made no effort to stop them, the room cleared out quickly. For a week, precisely at two o’clock, Ramirez or Krieg-Zuber appeared and the control room shut down for an hour. The
