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thing down and refuel it, and repack the mass-conversion chambers-provided
nothing's eaten holes in itself after the mass inside was all converted."
"How long will it take?" Conn asked.
"If we can find plutonium, and if we can find robots to do the work inside,
and if there's been no structural damage, and if we keep at it-a couple of
days."
"All right; let's get at it. I don't know where we'll find shipyards like
these anywhere else, and if we do, things'll probably be as bad there. We came
here to fix things up and start them, didn't we?"
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IT DIDN'T take as long as Mohammed Matsui expected. They found the
fissionables magazine, and in it plenty of plutonium, each sub-critical slug
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and they only had to replace the cartridges in the power units of three of
them. They sent them inside the collapsium-shielded death-to-people
area-transmitter robots, to relay what the others picked up through receptors
wire-connected with the outside; foremenrobots, globes a yard in diameter
covered with horns and spikes like old-fashioned ocean-navy mines;
worker-robots, in a variety of shapes, but mostly looking like many-clawed
crabs.
Neither the converter nor the reactor had sustained any damage while the
fissionables were burning out. So the robots began tearing out
reactor-elements, and removing plutonium slugs no longer capable of sustaining
chain reaction but still dangerously radioactive. Nuclear reactors had become
simple and easier to service since the First Day of the Year Zero, when Enrico
Fermi put the first one into operation, but the principles remained the same.
Work was less back-breaking and musclestraining, but it called for intense
concentration on screens and meters and buttons that was no less exhausting.
The air around them began to grow foul. Finally, the
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air-analyzer squawked and flashed red lights to signal that the oxygen had
dropped below the safety margin. They had no mobile fan equipment, or time to
hunt any; they put on their fishbowl helmets and went back to work. After
twelve hours, with a few short breaks, they had the reactors going. Jerry
Rivas and a couple of others took a heavy-duty lifter and went looking for
conversion mass; they brought back a couple of tons of scrap-iron and fed it
to the converters. A few seconds after it was in, the pilot lights began
coming on all over the panels. They took two more hours to get the
oxygenseparator and the ventilator fans going, and for good measure they
started the water pumps and the heating system. Then they all went outside to
the ship to sleep. The sun was just coming up.
It was sunset when they rose and returned to the building. The airlocks opened
at a touch on the operating handles. Inside, the air was fresh and sweet, the
temperature was a pleasantly uniform 75 degrees Fahrenheit, the fans were,
humming softly, and there was running hot and cold water everywhere.
Jerry Rivas, Anse Dawes, and the three tramp freighter fo'c'sle hands took
lifters and equipment and went off foraging. The rest of them went to the
communications center to get the telecast station, the radio beacon, and the
inside-screen system into operation. There were a good many things that had to
be turned on manually, and more things that had been left on, forty years ago,
and now had to be repowered or replaced. They worked at it most of the night;
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before morning, almost everything was working, and they were sending a signal
across twenty-eight million miles to Storisende, on Poictesme.
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It was late evening, Storisende time, but Rodney Maxwell, who must have been
camping beside his own screen, came on at once, which is to say five and a
half minutes later.
"Well, I see you got in somewhere. Where are you, and how is everything?"
Then he picked up a cigar out of an ashtray in front of him and lit it,
waiting.
"Port Carpenter; we're in the main administration building," Conn told him. He
talked for a while about what they had found and done since their arrival.
"Have you an extra viewscreen, fitted for recording?" he asked.
Five and a half minutes later, his father nodded. "Yes, right here." He leaned
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it on." He gave the wave-length combination. "Ready to receive."
"This is about all we have, now. Views we took coming in, from the ship and a
scout-boat." He started transmitting them. "We haven't sent in any claims yet.
I wasn't sure whether I should make them for AlphaInterplanetary, or
Litchfield Exploration & Salvage."
"Don't bother sending in anything to the Claims Office," his father said.
"Send anything you want to claim in here to me, and I'll have Sterber, Flynn &
Chen-Wong file them. They'll be made for a new company we're organizing."
"What? Another one?"
His father nodded, grinning. "Koshchei Exploitation & Development; we've made
application already. We can't claim exclusive rights to the whole planet, like
the old interstellar exploration companies did be
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fore the War, but since you're the only people on the planet, we can come
pretty close to it by detail." He was looking to one side, at the other
screen. "Great Ghu, Conn! This place of yours all together beats anything I
ever dug, Force Command and Barathrum Spaceport included. How big would you
say it is? More than ten miles in radius?"
"About five or six. Ten or twelve miles across."
"That's all right, then. We'll just claim the building you're in, now, and the
usual ten-mile radius, the same as at Force Command. We'll claim the place as
soon as the company's chartered; in the meantime, send in everything else you
can get views of."
They set up a regular radio-and-screen watch after that. Charley Gatworth and
Piet Ludvyckson, both of whom were studying astrogation in hopes of qualifying
as space officers after they had a real spaceship, elected themselves to that
duty; it gave them plenty of time for study. Jerry Rivas and Anse Dawes, with
whomever they could find to help them, were making a systematic search. They
looked first of all for foodstuffs, and found enough in the storerooms of
three restaurants on the executive level to feed their own party in gourmet
style for a year, and enough in the main storerooms to provision an army. They
even found refrigerators and freeze-bins full of meat and vegetables fresh
after forty years. That surprised everybody, for the power units had gone dead
long ago. Then it was noticed that they were covered with collapsium. Anything
that would stop cosmic rays was a hundred percent efficient as a heat
insulator.
Coming in, the first day, Conn had seen an almost
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