from
five names, faces, tones of voice and military insignias, McCullough
knew very little about his colleagues and self-elected patients.
Basically they were well adjusted introverts -- an astronaut had no business
being anything else -- and both Captain Berryman and Major Walters had shown
great thoughtfulness and consideration in their dealings with him.
Where Colonel Morrison was concerned, he had less to go on. The colonel
was polite but reserved and there had been very little prior social contact
between them. The same applied to Major Drew. The third member of
Morrison's crew was the physicist, Captain Hollis. His rank, like that
of McCullough's, did not mean very much and had probably been given
in order to simplify Army paperwork and make it easier for them to be
ordered to do things. Hollis did not talk much and when he did it was in
shy, low-voiced polysyllables. Apparently he got his kicks from playing
chess and fixing his friends' TV sets.
Then there was Lieutenant Colonel McCullough, of course, a complex
personality whose motivations McCullough had thought he understood
until he found himself volunteering for this job. He had been undergoing
training for MOL service, the idea being to have him share one of the
orbiting laboratories with a number of lab animals and make a study
of life processes in the weightless condition. Like the others he was
unmarried and this was probably a good thing, despite the generally held
belief that marriage gave added strength and emotional stability to an
astronaut, because Prometheus might very well become a suicide mission.
McCullough wriggled in his couch, even though all positions were equally
comfortable in the weightless condition. Beyond the port, Earth was
in darkness with the moon just about to slip over the sharply curved
horizon. Cloud masses and continental outlines were gray and indistinct,
with the stars above the horizon and the cities below it shining with
the same intensity so that the whole planet seemed transparent and
insubstantial, like a world of ectoplasm.
It was as if the final war had started and finished while he wasn't looking
and the whole world had died, McCullough thought rather fancifully as he
slipped over the edge of sleep, and a planet-sized ghost eternally pursued
its orbit around the Sun . . .
But when he awakened some hours later, the Earth was again solid and
condensed into a bright sphere which was just small enough to fit within
the rim of the port. Berryman and Walters were already awake and when
they saw that McCullough had joined them, the command pilot passed out
breakfast. They were squeezing the last of it from their tubes when
there was an interruption.
"This is Prometheus Control. Good morning, gentlemen! If you have
nothing better to do, and we are sure you haven't, we would like you to
take your first lecture. We have now decided to increase the frequency
of these lectures from two to three per day. The first one, which should
prove very helpful when you reach the Ship, deals with multidimensional
geometry . . ."
"Ugh," said Berryman.
"Drop dead," said Walters.
"No comment," said McCullough.
"Thank you for your cooperation, gentlemen. If you will have pencils
and paper ready . . ."
"Negative, negative!" the voice of Colonel Morrison broke in. "P-One to Prometheus Control and P-Two. I advise against taking written
notes. Paper is limited and may be needed for purposes of communications
and supplementary sketches for the photographs taken at the Ship."
"A good point, Colonel. Very well, mental notes only until a decision
has been taken in this matter. And now, if you're ready to begin . . ."
There was a short silence broken by two bursts of static and an apologetic
cough, then a new voice said, "Well now, the subject of this lecture
may itself need an explanation and it is