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FIASCO
By Stanislaw Lem
Contents
I - Birnam Wood
II - The Council
III - The Survivor
IV - SETI
V - Beta Harpyiae
VI - Quinta
VII - Hunting
VIII - The Moon
IX - An Annunciation
X - The Attack
XI - Show of Strength
XII - Paroxysm
XIII - A Cosmic Eschatology
XIV - Cartoons
XV - Sodom and Gomorrah
XVI - The Quintans
I - Birnam Wood
"Nice landing."
The man who said this was no longer looking at the pilot in the spacesuit with the helmet under his arm. In the circular control room[B@2ae6ecf3horseshoar /foolespacesuimiddlecf3he we"4"tocesuiwallngthglasn trahat ted outpilot inship, a."s a its jets.c Ebl/foish fluwasfonllns thled fromot injets ontocesui /fcrete.ntansse /fd room[B@lrm, bigspacesuitsoularms, a.beret tt" w on. In balasfkull, putpesuitapes on rewi a tra, like tris bli the pbira, regarded esuinewcomrm.outpgthesui /rnrm.of. In eye.nHuiwor undadphones, a a in frof"bof. Imlongea.bankbof.flickerhe pmonitors.eight="0pt" width="1em" align="left">Thece lanWo saiaged,"is was nin the . Prete/p>
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"From Mars?"
"Of course, from where else? What's all this about?"
"The mess that obtains in space equals that on Earth," remarked London. He stuffed tobacco in his pipe as if he wanted to break it. He was angry. The pilot, too.
"You should have asked."
"We were positive he was with you. That's what the last radiogram said." Goss blew his nose again and sighed. "You can't take off now in any case," he said finally. "And Marlin couldn't wait to get the radiators. Now he'll put all the blame on me."
"But they're there." The pilot indicated with his head. In the mist stood the dark, slender spindle of his ship. "Six of them, I think. And in gigajoules. They'll disperse any mist or cloud."
"I can't very well put them on my back and carry them to Marlin," returned Goss, in worse and worse humor.
The carelessness, the irresponsibility of the subordinate spaceport, which, as its chief admitted, had intercepted him after three weeks of flight without verifying that he had the passenger they expected, shocked the pilot. He did not say to them that the cargo was their problem now. Until the damage was repaired, he could do nothing, even if he wanted to. He kept silent.
"You'll stay with us, of course." With these words London finished his coffee and rose from the aluminum chair. He was huge, like a heavyweight wrestler. He went over to the glass wall. The Titan landscape, a lifeless fury of mountains of unearthly color in the rusty dimness, with clouds of bronze thick at their peaks, made a perfect background for his figure. The floor of the tower vibrated slightly. An old transformer, thought the pilot. He also got up, to look at his ship. Like an ocean lighthouse it stood vertically out of the low, rushing mist. A gust blew away the wisps, but the marks of overheating on the jets were no longer visible, perhaps because of the distance and the half-light. Or else they had simply cooled.
"You have gamma defect scopes here?"
The ship mattered more to him than their trouble. They had brought the trouble on themselves.
"We do, but I won't permit anyone to approach the rocket in an ordinary suit," replied Goss.
"You think it's the pile?" the pilot blurted.
"You don't?"
The small chief got up and walked over. From the floor registers along the convex glass came a pleasant warmth.
"The temperature did jump above normal during the descent, but the Geigers were quiet. It was probably only a jet. A ceramic might have been flushed from the combustion chamber. I had the feeling that I was losing something."
"A ceramic, fine, but there was a leak," Goss said firmly. "Ceramics don't melt."
"That puddle?" The pilot was surprised. They stood at the double glass. Indeed, beneath the bottom fins lay a black puddle. Mist, wind-driven, intermittently swept the hull of the ship.
"What do you have in the pile? Heavy water or sodium?" asked London. He was a head taller than the pilot.
Squeaking sounds came from the radio. Goss hurried over, put on a headset, and spoke quietly with someone.
"It can't be from the pile..." the pilot said, at a loss. "I have heavy water. The solution is pure. Crystal-clear. But that is black as tar."
"Well, then, the refrigerant in the jets bled out," agreed London. "Which cracked the ceramic."
It was as if he were talking about fuses. He was not in the least bothered by the accident that had stuck the pilot and his ship in this hole.
"Yes," said the young man. "The greatest pressure is in the funnels when braking. If the ceramic cracks in one place, the main thrust will clean out the rest. Everything was flushed from the starboard jet."
London said nothing.
The pilot added hesitantly: "I might have landed a little too close..."
"Nonsense. It was good that you even landed straight."
The pilot waited for more words bordering on praise, but London turned to him and looked him over: from the tousled fair hair to the white boots of the suit.
"Tomorrow I'll send a technician with a defect scope... Did you put the pile in neutral?" he added suddenly.
"No, I shut the whole thing off. As if docking."
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