Chapters (62)
- Prologue
- Part 1
- Chapter 2: Rude Awakening
- Chapter 3: Well-Lit Corridors
- Chapter 4: Their Eyes Upon Us
- Chapter 5: Blissfully Ignorant
- Chapter 6: Over Arching Introduction
- Chapter 7: Improbable vs. Immovable
- Chapter 8: Communicating with Hammers
- Chapter 9: Mr. Precedent
- Chapter 10: Testing the Waters
- Chapter 11: Tested But Not Found Wanting
- Chapter 12: Mind if I Come In?
- Chapter 13: With Utmost Dispatch
- Chapter 14: A Black Spot
- Chapter 15: An Indiscretion
- Chapter 16: The Wrath of God
- Part 2
- Chapter 18: Friends in High Places
- Chapter 19: Conference of Equals
- Chapter 20: Playing the Fool
- Chapter 21: It’s Bad to be Home
- Chapter 22: HMS Dauntless
- Chapter 23: The Setting Sun
- Chapter 24: Origami’s Antithesis
- Chapter 25: History of Travel
- Chapter 26: Leaps and Bounds
- Chapter 27: Hiring Decisions
- Chapter 28: Enemy Within
- Chapter 29: Willing and Able
- Chapter 30: A Very, Very, Very Fine House
- Chapter 31: Officer’s Club
- Chapter 32: Excess
- Part 3
- Chapter 34: Rough Hewn
- Chapter 35: Nobility Overall
- Chapter 36: Suppression
- Chapter 37: Hans On
- Chapter 38: Little Princess
- Chapter 39: Newborn
- Chapter 40: Guilt Plating
- Chapter 41: A Higher Echelon
- Chapter 42: Sowing the Seed
- Chapter 43: On the Street Where You Live
- Chapter 44: London Calling
- Part 4
- Chapter 46: Spread Your Arm(ament)s
- Chapter 47: Little Dutch Boy
- Chapter 48: Catalyst
- Chapter 49: A Dark Night
- Chapter 50: Hidden Pathways
- Chapter 51: Launch Protocols
- Chapter 52: Flash Exposure
- Chapter 53: Consequential
- Chapter 54: Well Done
- Chapter 55: Violent Reactions
- Chapter 56: Thermobaric Defense
- Chapter 57: Red Sky at Night
- Chapter 58: Showdown
- Chapter 59: To the Heart of the Matter
- Chapter 60: Fallen
- Epilogue
“You’ve shown that the probe can see through all kinds of murk, and to a not inconsiderable depth. But two miles deep this tank is not. How do you know that the significantly increased signal distance won’t simply refract your imagery beyond recognition?”
“Well, General,” said Madeline, turning briefly to Neal to flash a smile at him, “that is an important question, and one we have battled with. We did come up with an experiment to test it, but it is a little … unconventional. If I may suggest we take a brief lunch break while we set it up, and then I hope we will be able to set your mind at ease.”
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As the group filed back in from their foray to the Institute’s cafeteria, they were directed to a second part of the vast hangar that housed the various experiments the Institute was working on at that time. Though smaller in overall size than the main hangar, this room still ran the entire length of the back of the building. It contained only one structure. Originally designed for warping or “eccentricity” tests on the driveshafts of naval ships and cruise liners, the room held a single tube, five feet wide and 450 feet long. At any point along its length the hinged top cover could be opened to allow access, and the entire tube was mounted on rollers so that it could be rotated through 100o to allow for the removal of the test shafts onto railings that ran the length of the hangar.
The tube was empty now, its top covers closed, and in place of the stress engines normally placed at each end there were covers fitted to block the gaps. At one end a duplicate of the probe from the tank was secured into this cover, facing down the length of the tube. At the other end, they had arranged iron pieces on the inside of the cover, similar to the ones used at the bottom of the pool.
There were no seats here, so the review committee filed in and formed a line along the side wall. General Pickler was the first to speak: “Well, I guess I’m curious how this will help us anymore than the tank. How much longer is this, exactly?”
“Well, General,” started Madeline, “the tube is actually only 150 feet longer than the tank is deep, but it is not filled with water.”
“Well, what is it filled with?” he said to a mix of consternation and curiosity from the rest of the committee.
“Well, General, it isn’t filled with anything, not yet, at least.” She smiled at him without a hint of concern or patronizing tone, “To simulate two miles of depth we needed a substance much denser than water, but with some of the same properties.
“We can thank Captain Hawkson for his recommending something he had worked with in his navy days, which refracts at a degree twenty-three times greater than water.”