CHAPTER FOURTHE NEW APPARATUS WAS set up, a machine that almost filled the laboratory ... a giant, compact mass of heavy, solidly built metal work, tied together by beams of girderlike construction. It was meant to stand up under the hammering of unimaginable power, the stress of unknown spatial factors.
Slowly, carefully, Russell Page tapped keys on the control board, setting up an equation. Sucking thoughtfully at his pipe, he checked and rechecked them.
Harry Wilson regarded him through squinted eyes.
“What the hell is going to happen now?” he asked.
“We’ll have to wait and see,” Russ answered. “We know what we want to happen, what we hope will happen, but we never can be sure. We are working with conditions that are entirely new.”
Sitting beside a table littered with papers, stari
