CHAPTER I Young Captain Bors, who impatiently refused to be called anything else, was strangely occupied when the communicator buzzed. He'd ripped away the cord about a thick parcel of documents and heaved them into the fireplace of the office of the Minister for Diplomatic Affairs. A fire burned there, and already there were many ashes. The carpet and the chairs of the cabinet officer's sanctum were coated with fine white dust. As the communicator buzzed again, Captain Bors took a fireplace tool and stirred the close-packed papers to loosen us. They caught and burned, instead of only smoldering. The communicator buzzed yet again. He brushed off his hands and pressed the answer stud. He said, bleakly, Diplomatic Affairs, Bors speaking. The communicator relayed a voice from somewhere else with an astonishing fidelity of tone. SPACEPORT, SIR. A ship just broke out of overdrive. We don't identify its type. One ship only, sir." Bors said grimly, "'You'd recognize a liner. If it's a ship from the Mekinese fleet and stays alone, it could be coming to receive our surrender. In that case, play for time and notify me.' "'Yes, sir. One moment. It's calling, sir. Here it is.'" There was a clicking and then there came a voice which had the curious quality of a loudspeaker sound picked up in relay through another loudspeaker. Calling ground, calling ground, Space Yacht Silva reports arrival and asks coordinates for landing. Our mass is two hundred tons standard. Purpose of visit, pleasure travel. A pause. The voice from the spaceport. "'Sir?' Captain Bors said impatiently. I'll let him down and see if he knows anything about the Mekinese. Then advise him to go away at once. Tell him why." "'Yes, sir.'" A click. Young Captain Bors returned to his task of burning papers. These were the confidential records of the Ministry for Diplomatic Affairs. Captain Bors wore the full dress uniform of the Space Navy of the planet Kandar. It was still neatly pressed but was now smudged with soot and smeared with ashes. He had burned a great many papers today. Elsewhere in the Ministry other men were burning other documents. The other papers were important enough. They were confidential reports from volunteer and paid agents on twenty planets. In the hands of ill-disposed persons they could bring about disaster and confusion and interplanetary tension. But the ones Captain Bors made sure of were deadly. He burned papers telling of conditions on Mekin itself. The authors of such memoranda would be savagely punished if they were found out. Then there were papers telling of events on Tralee. If it could be said that he were more painstakingly destructive than average about anything Captain Bors was about them. He saw to it that they burned to ashes. He crushed the ashes. He stirred them. It would be unthinkable that such morsels could ever be pieced together in their contents ever guessed at. He went on with the work. His jaunty uniform became more smeared and smudged. He gave himself no rest. There were papers from other planets now under the hegemony of Mekin. Some were memoranda from citizens of this planet who had traveled upon the worlds which Mekin dominated as it was about to dominate Kandar. They especially had to be pulverized. Every confidential document in the Ministry for Diplomatic Affairs was in the process of destruction, but Captain Bors in person destroyed those which would cause most suffering if read by the wrong persons. In other ministries and other places similar holocausts were under way. There was practically nothing going on on Kandar which was not related to the disaster for which the people of that world waited. The feel of bitterness and despair was everywhere. Broadcasting stations stayed on the air only to report monotonously that the tragic event had not yet happened. The small space navy of Kandar waited, aground, to take the king and some other persons on board at the last moment. When the Mekinese navy arrived, or as much of it as was needed to make resistance hopeless, the end for Kandar would have come. That was the impending disaster. If it came too soon, Bors's task of destruction couldn't be completed as he wished. In such a case this ministry and all the others would hastily be doused with incendiary material and fired, and it would desperately be hoped that all the planet's records went up in the flames. When Bors flung more and more papers on the blaze, he came to an end of them. The communicator buzzed again. He answered once more. Sir, the space-yacht Silva is landed. It comes from Norton and has no direct information about the Mekinese. But there's a man named Morgan with a very important letter for the ministry for diplomatic affairs. It's from the Minister for Diplomatic Affairs on Norton. Bors said sardonically, �Maybe he should wait a few days or hours and give it to the Mekinese. Send him over if he wants to take the chance, but warn him not to let anybody from his yacht leave the spaceport. Yes, sir.� Bors made a quick circuit of the ministry-building to make sure the rest of the destruction was thoroughly carried out. He glanced out of a window and saw the other ministries. In their chimneys, thick smoke poured out. The criminal records were being incinerated in the Ministry of Police. Tax records were burning in the Ministry of Finance. Educational information about Kandarian citizens flamed and smoked in the Ministry of Education. Even voting and vehicle registry lists were being wiped out of existence by flames on the crushing of ashes at appropriate agencies. The planet's banks were completing the distribution of coin and currency. With promissory notes to those depositors they could not pay in full, and the real estate registers were open so individuals could remove and hide or destroy their titles to property. The stockholders' books of corporations were being burned. Small ships parted with their wares and took promises of payments in return. The planet Kandar, in fact, made ready to receive its conquerors. It was not conquered yet, but there could be no hope.  A stout man got out. A rather startlingly pretty girl followed. They advanced to the door of the ministry. Presently Captain Bors received the two visitors. His once jaunty uniform looked like a dustman's. He was much more grim than anybody his age should ever be. Your name is Morgan, he said, formidable to the stout man. You have a letter for the minister. He's not here. He's gathering up his family. If anyone's in charge, I am. The stout man cheerfully handed over a very official envelope. Bors said costically, I don't ask you to sit down because everything is covered with ash dust. Excuse me. He tore open the envelope and read its contents. His impatience increased. In normal times, he said, I'm sure this would be most interesting. But these are not normal times, I'm afraid.  If times were normal, I wouldn't be here. I'm president and executive director of Talents Incorporated. From that letter you'll see that we've done very remarkable things for different governments and businesses. I'd like to talk to someone with the authority to make a policy decision. I want to show you what we can do for you. It's too late to do anything for us, said Bors. Much too late. We expect the Mekinese fleet at any instant.  They're going to take over this planet after a slight tumult we expect to arrange. You won't want to be here when they come. One waved a hand negligently. They won't arrive for four days, he said confidently. That's Talents Incorporated information. You can depend on it. There's plenty of time to prepare before they get here. He smiled as if at a joke. Young Captain Bors was not impressed. He and all the other officers of the Candarian Defense Forces had searched desperately for something that could be done to avert the catastrophe before them. They'd failed to find even the promise of a hope. He couldn't be encouraged by the confidence of a total stranger and a civilian to boot. He'd taken refuge in anger. The pretty girl said suddenly, Captain, at least we can reassure you on one thing. Your government chartered four big liners to remove government officials and citizens who'll be on the Mekinese blacklist. You're worried for fear they won't get here in time. But my father, the stout man looked at his watch. Ah, yes. You don't want the fleet cluttered up with civilians when it takes to space. I'm happy to tell you it won't be. The first of your four liners will break out of overdrive in, hmm, three minutes, twenty seconds. Two others will arrive tomorrow, one at ten minutes afternoon, the other three hours later. The last will arrive the day after, at about sunrise here. Bors went a trifle pale. I doubt it. It's supposed to be a military secret that such ships are on the way. Since you know it, I assume that the Mekinese do too. In effect, you seem to be a Mekinese spy. But you can hardly do any more harm. I advise you to go back to your yacht and leave Kandar immediately. If our citizens find out you are spies, they will, literally, tear you to pieces. He looked at them icily. The stout man grinned. Listen, your captain, listen to me. The first liner will report inside of five minutes. That'll be a test. Here's another. There's a Mekinese heavy cruiser aground on Kandar right now. It's on the sea bottom, fifty fathoms down, five miles magnetic north northeast from Cape Farnel. You can check that. The cruiser's down there to lob a fusion bomb into your space fleet when it starts to take off for the flight you're planning to get all the important men on Kandar in one smash. That's Talents Incorporated Information. It's a free sample. You can verify it without it costing you anything. And when you want more and better information, why, we'll be at the spaceport ready to give it to you. And you will want to call on us. That's Talents Incorporated Information too. He turned and marched confidently, almost grandly, out of the room. The girls smiled faintly at bores. He left something out, captain. That cruiser, it could hardly act without information on when to act. So there's a pair of spies in a little shack on the Cape. They've got an underwater cable going under the sand beach and out and down to the space cruiser. They're watching the fleet on the ground with telescopes. When they see activity around it, they'll tell the cruiser what to do. Then she smiled more broadly. Honestly, it's true, and don't forget about the liner. She followed her father out of the room. Outside, as they got into the waiting ground car, she said to her father, If he smiled, I think I'd like him. But bores did not know that at the time. He would probably not have paid any attention if he had.  Mekin was making an empire after an ancient tradition, which scorned the idea of incorporating other worlds into its own governmental system, which was appalling, but merely made them subjects and satellites and tributaries. Bores had been born on Tray Lee, which he remembered as a tranquil world of glamour and happiness. But he was on Kandar now. He served in its space navy, and he foresaw Kandar becoming what Tray Lee had become. He felt such hatred and rebellion toward Mekin that he could not notice a pretty girl. He was getting ready for the savage last battle of the space fleet of Kandar, which would fight in the great void until it was annihilated. There was nothing else to do if one was not to submit to the arrogant tyranny that already lorded it over twenty-two subject planets and might extend itself indefinitely throughout the galaxy. He moved to verify again the complete pulverizing of the ashes in the fireplace. The communicator buzzed. He pressed the answer-button. A voice said, Sir, the space-liner Vestis reports breakout from overdrive. Now driving for port, message ends. Bores' eyes popped wide. He'd heard exactly that only minutes ago. It could be coincidence, but it was a very remarkable one. The man Morgan had come to tell him that. If he'd come for some other reason and merely made a guess, it could be coincidence. But he'd come only to tell Bores that he could be useful. And it was impossible, at a destination port, to know when a ship would break out of overdrive. Einstein's data on the anomalies of time at speeds near that of light naturally did not apply to overdrive speeds above it. Nobody could conceivably predict when a ship from many light years away would arrive. But Morgan had. It was impossible. He'd said something else that was impossible, too. He'd said there was a Mekinese cruiser on the sea floor of Kandar, where it could blast all the local fleet, which was ready to fight but vulnerable to a single fusion bomb. If such a thing happened, the impending disaster would be worse than intolerable. To Bores it would mean dying without a chance to strike even the most futile of blows at the enemy. He hesitated a long minute. Morgan's errand had been to make a prediction and give a warning, to gain credence for what he could do later. The prediction was fulfilled. But the warning. An enemy cruiser in ambush on Kandar was a possibility that simply hadn't been considered, hadn't even occurred to anyone. But once it was mentioned it seemed horribly likely. There was no time for a search at random, but if Morgan had been right about one thing he might have some way to know about another. Bores gave Kurt orders to his subordinates in the work of record destruction. He went out of the building to the Greensward Mall that lay between the ministries of the governments and headed for the palace at its end. The government of Kandar was not one of great pomp and display. There was a king, to be sure, but nobody could imagine the perspiringly earnest King Humphrey VIII as a tyrant. There were titles it was true, but they were life appointments to the planet's legislative upper house. Kandar was a tranquil, quaint, and very happy world. There were few industries, and those were small. Nobody was unduly rich, and most of its people were contented. It was a world with no history of bloodshed, until now. Bores brushed absently at his uniform as he walked the two hundred yards to the palace. He abstractedly acknowledged the sentry's salutes as he entered. Much of the palace guard had been sent away, and most of the palace's small staff would hide from the Mekinese. The aggressors had a nasty habit of imposing special humiliations upon citizens who'd been prominent before they were conquered. He went unannounced into King Humphrey's study, where the monarch conferred dispiritedly with Captain Bores' uncle, the exiled pretender of Tralee, who listened with interest. The king was talking doggedly to his old friend. No! You're mistaken! You'll have my written order to distribute the bullion in the treasury to all the cities, to be shared as evenly as possible by all the people. The Mekinese can't blame you for obeying an order of your lawful king before they unlawfully seized the kingdom. Captain Bores said curtly, Majesty, the first of the four liners is in. Two more will arrive tomorrow and the last at sunrise the day after. The Mekinese will be here two days later. King Humphrey and Captain Bores' uncle stared at him. And, said Bores, the same source of information says there's a Mekinese cruiser wading under water off Cape Farnal to lob a fusion bomb at the fleet as it's ready to lift. King Humphrey said, But nobody can possibly know that two liners will come tomorrow. One hopes so, of course, but one can't know. As for a cruiser, submerged, there's been no report of it. The information, said Captain Bores, came from Talents Incorporated. It's sample information given free. The first item has checked. He came with a letter from a cabinet minister on Norton. Bores handed it to the pretender of Tralee. Hmm, he said thoughtfully. I've heard of this Talents Incorporated and on Norton too. Philip of Norton mentioned it to me. A man named Morgan had told him that Talents Incorporated had secured information that an atom bomb, a fission bomb, as I remember, and quite small, had been set to assassinate him as he laid a cornerstone. The information turned out to be correct. Philip of Norton and some thousands of his subjects would have been killed. The assassins were really going to extremes. As I remember, Morgan wouldn't accept money for the warning. He did accept a medal. I think, said Bores, I think I shall investigate what he said about a Mekinese ship in hiding. You've no objection, Majesty? King Humphrey VIII looked at the pretender. One was remarkably unlike the other. The King was short and stocky and resolute, as if to overcome his own shortcomings. The pretender was lean and gray, with the mild look of a man who has schooled himself to patience under frustration. He nodded. King Humphrey shook his head. Very well, said Bores, I'll borrow a flyer and see about it. He left the palace. There was already disorganization everywhere. The planetary government was in the process of destroying all the machinery by which Kandar had been governed, as if to make the Mekinese improvise a government anew. They would make many blunders, of course, which would be resented by their new subjects. There would be much fumbling which would keep the victims of their conquest from regarding them with respect. And there would be the small tumult Bores had said was in preparation. The King and the Kandarian fleet would fight quite hopelessly and to their own annihilation when the Mekinese fleet appeared. It would be something Kandar would always remember. It was likely that she would not be the most docile of the worlds conquered by Mekin. The Mekinese would always and everywhere be resented. But on Kandar they would also be despised. Bores found the ground-cars which waited to carry the King and those who would accompany him to the fleet when the time came. He commandeered a ground-car and a driver. He ordered himself driven to the atmosphere-flyer base of the fleet. On the way the driver spoke apologetically, Captain, sir, I'd like to say something. Say it, said Bores. I'm sorry, sir, but I've got a wife and children, even for their sake, sir. I mean if it wasn't for them I'd be going with the fleet. I wanted to explain. Why you're staying alive, asked Bores? You shouldn't feel apologetic. Getting killed in the fleet ought to follow at least the killing of a few Mekinese. There should be some satisfaction in that. But if you stay here your trouble still won't be over and there'll be very little satisfaction in what you'll go through. What the fleet will do will be dramatic. What you'll do won't. You'll have the less satisfying role. I think the fleet is taking the easy way out. The driver was silent for a long time as he drove along the strangely unfrequented highways. Just before the ground-car reached the air base he said awkwardly, Thank you, sir. When he brought the car to a stop he got out quickly to offer a very stiff military salute. Bores went inside. He found men with burning eyes conferring feverishly. An Air Force colonel said urgently, Sir, please advise us. We have our orders, but there's nearly a mutiny. We don't want to turn anything over to the Mekinese. After all, no matter what the King has commanded, once the fleet has lifted off there can be no punishment if we destroy our planes and blast our equipment. Will you give us an official? Bores broken quickly. I may be able to give you a chance at a Mekinese cruiser. Can you lend me a plane with civilian markings and a pilot, who's a good photographer? I'll need a magnetometer to trail, too. There's a rather urgent situation coming up. The men stared at him. He explained the possibility of a Mekinese space cruiser lying in fifty fathoms off Cape Farnel. He did not say where the information came from. Even to men as desperate as these, talents incorporated information would not seem credible without pains taking explanation. Bores was by no means sure that he believed it himself, but he wanted to so fiercely that he sounded as if some Mekinese spy or traitor had confessed it. The feeling of tenseness multiplied, but voices grew very quiet. No man spoke an unnecessary word. In minutes they had made complete arrangements. When the atmosphere flyer took off down the runway, wholly deceptive explanations were already being made. It was said that the atmosphere flyers were to load bombs for demolition because the King was being asked for permission to bomb all mines and bridges and railways and docks that would make Kandar a valuable addition to the Mekinese Empire. Everything was to be destroyed before the conquerors came to ground. The destruction would bring hardship to the citizens, so the story admitted, but the Mekinese would bring that anyhow, and they shouldn't profit by what Kandar's people had built for themselves. The point was, of course, to get bomb loads aboard planes with no chance of suspicion by spy or traitor of the actual use intended for them. Meanwhile, Bores flew in an atmosphere flyer which looked like a private ship, and explained his intentions to the pilot so that the small plane did not go directly to the spot five miles offshore that the mysterious visitors had mentioned to make an examination of the sea-bottom. Instead, it flew southward. It did not swing out to sea for nearly fifty miles. It went out until there was on a line between a certain small island, where many well-to-do people had homes, and the airport of the planet's capital city. Then it headed for that airport. It flew slowly as civilian planes do. By the time the sandy beaches of a cape appeared it was quite convincingly a private plane bringing someone from a residential island to the airport of Kandar City. If a small object trailed below it, barely above the waves, suspended by the thinnest of wires, it was invisible. If the plane happened to be on a course that would pass above a spot north-northeast from the tip of the cape, a spot calculated from information given by talents incorporated, it seemed entirely coincidental. Nobody could have suspected anything unusual. Certainly nothing likely to upset the plans of a murderous, totalitarian enemy. One small and insignificant civilian plane shouldn't be able to prevent the murder of a space fleet, a king, and the most resolute members of a planet's population. Captain Bors flew the ship. The official pilot used an electron camera, giving a complete and overlapping series of pictures of the shore five miles away with incredible magnification and detail. The magnetometer needle flicked over. Its findings were recorded. As the plane went on it returned to a normal reading for fifty fathoms of seawater. Half an hour later the seemingly private plane landed at the capital airport. Another half hour and its records and pictures were back at the air base, being examined and computed by hungry eyed men. Just as the pretty Morgan girl had said there was a shack on the very tip of the cape. It was occupied by two men. They loafed. And only an electron camera could have used enough magnification to show one man laughing as if at something the other had said. The camera proved, from five miles away, that there was no sadness afflicting them. One man laughed uproariously. But the rest of the planet was in no mood for laughter. The magnetometer recording showed that a very large mass of magnetic material lay on the ocean bottom fifty fathoms down. Minute modifications of the magnetic intensity curve showed that there was electronic machinery in operation down below. Bors made no report to the palace. King Humphrey was a conscientious and doggily resolute monarch, but he was not an imaginative one. He would want to hold a cabinet meeting before he issued orders for the destruction of a spaceship that was only technically and not actually an enemy. Kandar had received an ultimatum from Mekin. An answer was required when a Mekinese fleet arrived off Kandar. Until that moment there was, in theory, no war. But, in fact, Kandar was already conquered in every respect except the landing of Mekinese on its surface. King Humphrey, however, would want to observe all the rules, and there might not be time. The air force agreed with Bors, so squadron after squadron took off from the airfield on courses which had certain things in common. None of them would pass over a fisherman's shack on Cape Farnell. None could pass over a spot five miles north northeast magnetic from that cape's tip where the bottom was fifty fathoms down and a suspicious magnetic condition obtained. One more thing unified the flying squadrons. At a given instant all of them could turn and dive toward that fifty fathom depth at sea, and they would arrive in swift and orderly succession. This last arrangement was a brilliant piece of staff work. Men had worked with impassioned dedication to bring it about. But only these men knew. There was no sign anywhere of anything more remarkable than winged squadrons sweeping in a seemingly routine exercise about the heavens. Even so they were not visible from the Cape. The horizon hid them. For a long time there was only blueness overhead and the salt smell of the sea, and now and again flights of small birds which had no memory of the flight of their ancestors from ancient Earth. The planet Kandar rolled grandly in space awaiting its destiny. The sun shone, the sun set. In another place it was midnight, and at still another it was early dawn. But from the high blue sky near the planet's capital there came a stuttering as of a motor going bad. If anyone looked a most minute angular dot could be seen to be fighting to get back over the land from where it had first appeared, far out at sea. There were moments when the stuttering ceased and the engine ran with a smooth hum. Then another stutter. The plane lost altitude. It was clear that its pilot fought to make solid ground before it crashed. Twice it seemed definitely lost, but each time at the last instant the motor purred and popped and the plane rose valiantly. Then there was a detonation. The plane staggered, its pilot fought and fought, but his craft had no power at all. It came down fluttering with the pilot gaining every imaginable inch toward the sandy shore. It seemed certain that he would come down on the white beach unharmed, a good half-mile from the fisherman's shack on the Cape. But, perhaps it was a gust of wind, it might have been something more premeditated. One wing flew wildly up. The flyer seemed to plunge crazily groundward. At the last fraction of a second the plane reeled again and crashed into the fisherman's shack before which, from a distance of five miles, a man had been photographed laughing. Timber splintered, glass broke musically. Then there were thuds as men leaped swiftly from the plane and dived under the still-falling roof beams. There were three, four, half a dozen men in fleet uniforms with blasters in their hands. They used the weapons ruthlessly upon a civilian who flung himself at an incongruously brand new signalling apparatus in a corner of the shattered house. A second man snarled and savagely lunged at his attackers. He was also blasted as he tried to reach the same device. There was no pause. Over the low ground to the west a flight of bombers appeared, bellowing. In mass formation they rushed out above the sea. Far to the right and high up, a second formation of man-made birds appeared suddenly. It dived steeply from invisibility toward the water. Over the horizon to the left there came the V's of bomber planes, one after another, by dozens and by hundreds. More planes roared above the shattered shack. They came in columns, they came in masses. From the heavens above and over the ground below, and from the horizon that rimmed the world, the planes came. The planes from one direction crossed a certain patch of sea. They were not wholly clear of it when planes from another part of the horizon swept over the same area, barely waved tip high. Planes from the west raced over this one delimited space, and planes from the north almost shouldered them aside, and then planes from the east covered that same mile-square patch of sea, and then more planes from the south. They followed each other in incredible procession, incredibly precise. The water on that mile-square space developed white dots, which always vanished but never ceased. Spume spoutings leaping up three feet or ten or twenty and disappeared. And then there were others which spouted up one yard or two or ten. There were innumerable temporary whitecaps. The surface became pale from the constant churning of new foam patches before the old foam died. Then, with absolute abruptness, the planes flew away from the one-square mile of sea. The latecomers climbed steeply, abruptly behind them there were warning-booms. Then monstrous masses of spray and bubbles and blue water leaped up three hundred feet, four hundred feet, five. A square mile of ocean erupted as the planes climbed up and away from it. There were bombs in the ocean, some had sunk down deep, others followed in close succession. Many, many burdens of bombs had been dropped into the sea as plane fleet after plane fleet went by. The sea exploded in monstrous columns. Ton, half-ton, and two-ton bombs began to detonate fifty fathoms down. The Mekinese duty officer below had just learned that the spy signaling device was cut off when a detonation lifted the hull of the Mekinese cruiser and shook it violently. Another twisted its tail and crushed it. A bomb hit sea-bottom a quarter mile away. More bombs exploded still nearer, in close contact with a giant hull. A two-ton bomb clanked into contact with its metal plating and burst. The cruiser's duty officer, towering, thrust over the emergency lever which would put the ship through pre-recorded commands faster than orders could be spoken. Rockets flared deep underwater, but the flames set off bombs and the rocket nozzles cracked and were useless. A mid-ship compartment was flooding. A forward compartment's wall caved in and still bombs burst. The skipper of the assassin cruiser screamed in order to fire all missiles. They were already set on target. They were preset for the spot where the space navy of Kandar waited to rise. They did not. One missile was blasted as the cover of its launcher tube opened. Another was blown in half when partly out of its tube and a third actually rammed a sinking bomb and vanished with it when it exploded. The huge thing under the sea heaved itself up blindly. It reached the surface, but it was shattered and rent and dying, and planes dived vengefully upon it and blasted apart whatever could be seen in the roaring foam. So the blinded, suffering thing of metal only emptied itself of air and went down to the bottom again, where more bombs ripped and tore it. The atmosphere-flyers of Kandar swung in a gigantic ballooning circle about the spot where they had dropped a good fraction of a ton of bombs to the square yard. But nothing stirred there any more. Still the planes flew in a great, deadly band about it until a flitter boat came out from shore and lowered a camera and a light by long, long cords. There was no space cruiser at the bottom of the sea. There was evidence of one, yes. There were patches of plating and there were naked, twisted girders. The dangling underwater camera faithfully reported what it saw by the light that was lowered with it. But there was no space cruiser. There were only the rather small fragments of what had been one a little while before. Captain Bors went back to the palace. He was savagely pleased. He and the air fleet men had done something. They'd had some satisfaction.  But they'd only gotten an immediate satisfaction. Kandar was still to be conquered. Nothing important had changed. Bors made his way to the King's study. He entered. King Humphrey VIII and the Pretender of Trelee were listening doubtfully to a stout man. The man was Morgan. He stopped talking and blinked at Captain Bors. The Captain ignored Royal Etiquette and spoke to him without first greeting the King. The ship was there as you said. We smashed it. Thank you. Is there any more information you can give us? End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of Talents Incorporated by Murray Leinster. At the spaceport carefully selected persons filed onto the space liner Vestas. It was not officially believed that the other three great chartered ships would arrive before the Mekinese fleet. It was, in fact, rather likely that none of the information given by Talents Incorporated was ever believed until the event confirmed the prediction. In the case of the first liner, those who went on board had been chosen by a strict principle of priority. Men who would merely be imprisoned when Mekin took over had no privilege of escape, not yet. Those who were destined for execution as soon as a quisling government was formed were also not entitled to depart on the liner. But those who had conspicuously supported King Humphrey in his resistance to intimidation, those who had encouraged others to object to concessions which could only be forerunners of other concessions, those who had spoken and written and labored to spread information about the facts of life under Mekin would not merely be imprisoned or executed. They would be tortured. So they were entitled to first chance at escape. The spaceliner blasted off some six hours after its arrival. It vanished blessedly into overdrive where it could not be intercepted. It headed for the faraway world of Trent where its passengers would be allowed to land as refugees and where, doubtless, they would speak bitterly about Mekin for all the rest of their lives. But the government of Mekin would not care. Mekin was a phenomenon so improbable that only those who were students of past civilizations could really believe it. There were innumerable references to such regimes in the histories of ancient earth. There was, for example, Napoleon, said people informed about such matters. With a fraction of a fraction of one percent of the French people actively cooperating, he overawed the rest and then took over a nation which was not even his own. Then he took over other nations where less than a fraction of a fraction of one percent concurred. Then he took soldiers from those second-order conquests to make third-order conquests and then soldiers from the third to make fourth. There was Mussolini, said the learned men. He had organized a group of rowdies and gangsters and began by levying protection money on gambling-houses and even less reputable resorts, and with the money increased his following. He had murdered those who opposed him and presently he collected protection money from even the great business corporations of his country, forcing more political gangsterism until he ruled his nation for himself and his confederates. And there was Hitler, said the historically-minded. In the beginning his followers never dared show themselves in the uniforms they adopted because their fellow countrymen hated everything they stood for. But before the end came they worshipped him. They murdered millions at his command, but they died because of him too. There was Lenin and there was Stalin. Specialists in history could talk very learnedly about the developments on Mekin which paralleled the cabals headed by Lenin and later Stalin. Theirs was a much more durable organization than those of Napoleon and Mussolini and Hitler. The ruling clique on Mekin had begun in this manner. Mekin had once had a cause to which all its officials paid lip service and some possibly believed in. Because of this cause it was the organization and not the individual who was apotheosized. Therefore there could be fierce battles among members of the ruling class. There could be conspiracies.  But Mekin remained a strong and dynamic world, engaged in the endless subjugation of other worlds for a purpose nobody really remembered anymore. Against to such a society a planet like Kandar was helpless. Mekin could not be placated nor satisfied with less than the subjugation and the ruin of its neighbors. For a time Kandar had tried to arm for its own defense. It had a space fleet which in quality was probably equal to Mekin's, but in quantity was hopelessly less. Also it had a defensive policy. It did not dream of any but a defensive war, and no war was ever won by mere defense. There could be no defense against the building up of tensions, the contriving of incidents, the invention of insults. It had been proved often enough. Eventually there was an ultimatum and there was surrender, and then the installation of a puppet government and the ruthless bleeding of another captured planet for the benefit of the rulers of Mekin. The process was implacable. There was nothing to be done but submit, flee, or die. Various parts of Kandar's population chose one or another course. Four great liners would carry away those who could be helped to flee. The mass of the people must submit, the fighting forces savagely made ready to die. But in the cabinet meeting after the destruction of the hidden enemy cruiser the tone was set by highly practical men. Bors was present at the meeting. He destroyed the cruiser. He was to be questioned about it. He had Morgan standing by to explain the part of talents incorporated if required. King Humphrey said heavily, This is probably the last cabinet meeting before the coming of the Mekinese. I do not think oratory is called for. I put the situation as it stands. A fleet will come from Mekin for our answer to their ultimatum. Our space fleet will not surrender. Our air force is openly mutinous at the idea of submission. It has been said that if we fight our planet will be bombed from space until all its air is poisoned so that every living creature here will die. If this is true I do not think that even we who plan to fight have the right to bring such a bombing about. But I doubt if that is true. There has been one incident. Whether one likes it or not it has happened. Captain Bors has reason to hope that the space fleet, by fighting to the death, can actually benefit the rest of our people. Bors spoke, excitement coloring his words. It's perfectly simple. There are only two kinds of people, slaves and free men. Slaves can be tortured and killed without concern. With free men a bargain has always to be struck. If there is no resistance to the Mekinese they will despise us. We will be worse off than if we fight, because if we fight at least our people will be respected. They may be oppressed because they are conquered, but they won't be treated with the contempt and double oppression given to slaves. A bearded man said, querilously, that's theory. It's psychology. It even smacks of idealism. Let us be realistic. As a practical man I am concerned with getting the best possible terms for our population. After all, the dictator of Mekin must be a reasonable man. He must be a practical man. I believe that we should negotiate until the very last instant. Bors said indignantly, Negotiate. You haven't anything to negotiate with. I am not a citizen of Kandar, though I serve in its fleet. I am still a national of Treli, but I have talked to the officers of the fleet. They won't surrender. You can't negotiate for them to do so. You can't negotiate for them to go quietly away and pretend that nothing has happened, and that there never was a fleet. When the Mekinese arrive the fleet will fight. It doesn't hope to win. It doesn't expect anything, except getting killed honorably when its enemy would like to have it grovel, but it's going to fight. King Humphrey said doggedly, My influence does not extend to the disgrace of our fighting forces. The fleet will fight. I believe it unwise, but since it will fight I shall be in the flagship and it will not surrender. There was a pause. The bearded man said peevishly, But it should fight on its own. It should not compromise Kandar. There was a murmur. King Humphrey looked about him from under lowered brows. That can be arranged, he said heavily. I will constitute a caretaker government by royal proclamation. I will appoint you, he looked steadily at the bearded man, to be head of it and make such terms as you can. If you like, when the Mekinese come you can warn them that the fleet has mutinied under me its king and may offer battle, but that you are ready to lead the people of Kandar in, in licking the boots of all Mekinese, said Bors in an icy tone. There was a small rumble of protest. Bors stood up. I'd better leave, he said coldly. I'm not entitled to speak. If you want me, I can be reached. He strode from the council chamber. As the door closed behind him he ground his teeth. The stout man, Morgan, of the space yacht Silva, paced up and down in the room where he waited to be called. His daughter sat tranquilly in a chair. She smiled pleasantly at Bors when he came in. Morgan turned to face him. Here's some talents-incorporated information, he said zestfully. The cabinet is scared. A few are willing to fight, but most are already trying to think how they will make terms with the Mekinese. Bors opened his mouth to swear, then checked himself. Gwennlin, said Morgan, will pardon an expression of honest indignation.  If I were a native of Kandar, said Bors bitterly, I'd be even more ashamed than I am as a native of Trelee. The people of Trelee surrendered, but they didn't realize what they were getting into. These men do. The girl Gwennlin said quietly, I'm sorry for King Humphrey. He's miscast, said Morgan briskly. He should be a king of a calm and peaceful world, in calm and peaceful times. You're going to have trouble with him, Captain Bors? Then he said, perhaps we can work out a plan or two, eh? While you're waiting for the cabinet to call you back? I've no authority, said Bors. My uncle's the pretender of Trelee, and I was originally commissioned in the fleet as a sort of courtesy to him. I can't speak for anybody but myself. You can speak for common sense, said Gwennlin. After all, you know what the people really want. You could try to arrange things so that the fleet can fight well. It'll fight well, said Bors curtly. It'll give a good account of itself, but that won't do any good. Morgan struck an attitude beaming. Ah, but you've got talents incorporated on your side. You don't realize yet, Captain, what a difference that can make. While there's life and talents incorporated, there's hope. Bors shrugged. Suddenly he found that he too drearily accepted defeat. There was no more hope of accomplishment. There was nothing to be achieved. He would serve no purpose by straining against the impossible. He said, tiredly, I'll agree that talents incorporated cost the Mekinese one cruiser. A trifle, said Morgan, waving his hand. Mere soupsown of accomplishment. We're prepared to do vastly more. It occurred to Bors to be curious. Why?  If Mekin ever finds out about its cruiser on the sea-bottom and your share in that affair, you'll be in a fix. And certainly you can't expect to make a profit here. We could even pay you for what you've already done. I'm right now, said Morgan placidly, quite as rich as I want to be. I've another ambition, but let's not go into that. I want to show you what talents incorporated can do in the four days, he looked at his watch. Three hours and some odd minutes that remain before the Mekinese fleet turns up. You've checked up on talents incorporated? My uncle says, Bors told him, that you kept Philip of Norden from being assassinated by a fishing-bomb at a corner-stone laying. He also says you wouldn't accept a reward, only a medal. I collect them, said Morgan modestly. You'd be surprised how many orders and decorations a man can acquire by industry and organization, and talents incorporated. Gwendolyn said, Four days, three hours and some odd minutes. True, said Morgan. Let's get at it. Captain Bors, have you ever heard of a lightning calculator, a person who can do complicated sums in his head as fast as he can hear or read the numbers involved? Yes, said Bors. It's quite phenomenal, I believe. It's a form of genius, said Morgan.  Have you ever heard of a douser? If you mean a man who finds places for wells and locates mines by means of a hazel twig. The hazel twig is immaterial, Morgan told him. The point is that you've heard of them and you know that they can actually do such things, right? Bors frowned. It's not proven, he said. At least I think it isn't considered proven because it isn't understood. But I believe it's conceded that such things are done. I believe, in fact, that dousing has been done on photographs and maps, in an office, and not on the spot at all. I admit that that seems impossible, but I'm told it happens. Morgan nodded rapidly, very well pleased. One more. Have you heard of pre-cognition? Bors nodded. Then he shrugged. I have a talent, said Morgan. I have a man in my employ with a talent for pre-cognizing when ships are going to arrive. His gift is strictly limited. He used to work in a spaceport office. He always knew when a ship was coming in. He didn't know how he knew. He doesn't know now. But he always knows when a ship will arrive at the planet where he is. Interesting, said Bors, only half listening. He was discharged, Morgan went on, because he allowed a maintenance crew to disassemble, for repair, a vital relay in a landing grid on the very day when three spaceships were scheduled for arrival. There was pandemonium, of course, because nothing could have landed there. So when my talent let the relay be dismantled, with three ships expected, but one ship was one day late, another two days, and the third, four. He knew it. He didn't know how, but he knew. He was discharged anyway. Bors did not answer. The cabinet meeting in the other room went on. He told me, said Morgan, matter of factly, that four ships would arrive on Kandar and when. One of them has arrived. The others will come as predicted. He knows that a fleet will get here two days after the last of the four. One can guess it will be the Mekinese fleet. Bors frowned. He was interested now. I've another talent, pursued Morgan. He ought to be a paranoic. He has all the tendencies to suspicion that a paranoid personality has, but his suspicions happen to be true. He'll read an item in a newspaper or walk past, oh, say, a bank. Darkly and suspiciously, he guesses that the newspaper item will suggest a crime to someone, or that someone will attempt to rob the bank in this fashion or that, at such and such a time. And someone does. He'd be an uncomfortable companion, Bors observed Riley. I found him in jail, said Morgan cheerfully. He'd been warning the police of crimes to come. They happened. So the police jailed him and demanded that he name his accomplices so they could break up the criminal gang whose feats he knew in advance. I got him out of jail and hired him as a talent in talents incorporated. Bors blinked. Before we landed here, said Morgan, I told him about the political situation, the events you expect. He immediately suspected that the Mekinese would have a ship down somewhere to blast the fleet of Kandar if it should dare to resist. In fact, he said positively that such a cruiser was waiting word to fire fusion bombs. Bors blinked again. And I spread out maps, said Morgan. And my douser went over them, not with a hazel twig, but something equally unscientific, his instinct. And he assured me that the cruiser was under water five miles north northeast magnetic from Cape Farnel. The map said the depth there was fifty fathoms. Then my paranoid talent observed that there'd be spies on shore with means to signal to the submerged cruiser. My douser then found a small shack on the map where a communicator to the ship would be. With the information about the arrival of the liners and the facts about the cruiser, and I had other information too, I went to the Ministry for Diplomatic Affairs and told you. As you know, the information I gave you was accurate. Bors felt as if he'd been hit over the head. This was ridiculous. He'd hunted for the space cruiser under the sea because the prediction of the liner's arrival was so uncannily correct. He'd helped plan and carry out the destruction of that warship because its existence and location were verified by a magnetometer. But if he'd known how the information was obtained, if he'd known it was guessed at by a discharged spaceport employee and a paranoid personality and a man who used a hazel twig or something similar, if he'd known that, he'd never have dreamed of accepting it. He'd have flatly dismissed the ship arrival prediction. But if he hadn't trusted the information enough to check on it, why, the small space fleet of Kandar would vanish in atomic flame when it tried to take off to flight. With it would vanish Bors, his uncle, and the king, and many resolute haters of Meakin. Gwynlyn said, You're perfectly right, Captain. What's that? asked Bors numbly. It's Stark Raving Lunacy, said Gwynlyn pleasantly. Just like it would have seemed Stark Raving Lunacy once upon a time to think of people talking to each other when they were a thousand miles apart. Like it seemed insane to talk about flying machines. And again, when they said there could be a space drive in which the reaction would be at a right angle to the action, and especially when somebody said that a way would be found to drive ships faster than light. It's lunacy, just like those things. Yes, agreed Bors, his thoughts crowding one another. It's all of that. Morgan nodded his head rapidly. I felt that way about it, he observed, when I first got the idea of finding and organizing talents for practical purposes.  In some ways they are, you know.  So I assumed it was idiotic to doubt something that visibly happened, merely because I couldn't understand it. And talents incorporated was born. It's done quite well. Bors shook his head as if to clear it. It seems to have worked, he admitted. But if I'd known, he spread out his hands. I'll play along. What more can you do for us? I've no idea, said Morgan placidly. Such things have to work themselves out, with a little prodding, of course. But one of my talents says the lightning calculator talent is the one who'll do you the most good soonest. I'd suggest. There was a murmur of voices from the cabinet room. The door opened and King Humphrey came out. He looked baffled, which was not unusual. But he looked enraged, which was. Bors, he said thickly. I've always thought I was a practical man.  Bors, do something before my cabinet dethrones me and tricks the fleet into disbanding. He stumbled across the room, not noticing Morgan or Gwendolyn. Bors came to attention. Majesty, he said, not knowing whether he spoke in irony or bewilderment. I take that as an order. The King did not answer. When the door on the other side of the room closed behind his unregal figure, Bors turned to Morgan. I think I've been given authority, he said in a sort of baffled calm. Suppose we go, Mr. Morgan, and find out what your lightning calculator can do and the way of mental arithmetic to change the situation of the kingdom. Fine, said Morgan cheerfully. Do you know, Captain Bors, he can solve a three-body problem in his head? He hasn't the least idea how he does it, but the answer always comes out right. Then he said exuberantly. He'll tell you something useful, though. That's talents incorporated information. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Of Talents Incorporated by Murray Leinster This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Talents Incorporated. Chapter 3 There was a fleet on the way to Kandar. It could not be said to be traveling in space, of course. If there had been an observer somewhere, he could not conceivably have detected the ships. There would be no occultations of stars, no blotting out of any of the hundreds and thousands of millions of bright specks which filled all the firmament. There would be no drive radiation which even the most sensitive of instruments could pick up. The fleet might be at one place to an observer's right, where it was imperceptible, and then it might be at a place to the observer's left, where it was undetectable, and nobody could have told the difference. Actually, each ship of the Mekinese fleet was in overdrive, which meant that each had stressed the space immediately around it so that it was like a cocoon of other space, as if it were out of this cosmos altogether and in another. In sober fact, of course, nothing of the sort had happened. An overdrive field changed the physical constants of space. The capacity of a condenser in an overdrive field was different from that of a condenser out of it. The self-induction of a coil in an overdrive field was not the same as in normal space. Magnetic and gravitational fields also did not follow the same laws in stressed space as in unstressed extension. The speed of light was different, inertia was different. In short, a ship could drive at many hundreds of times the velocity of light and the laws of Einstein did not apply, because his laws referred to space that men had not tampered with. But those ships in overdrive had to be considered as in motion, and though their speed had to be considered as beyond the astronomical, there were such incredible distances to be covered that time piled up. Aside from double stars, there were no suns yet discovered which were less than light-years apart. The time required for travel between inhabited planets was still comparable to the time needed for surface travel between continents on a world. So the fleet of Mekin, journeying faster than the mine could imagine, nevertheless drove and drove and drove in the blackness and darkness and isolation of each ship's overdrive field. They had so driven for days. They would continue to do so for days to come. When Captain Bors burned the documents in the Ministry for Diplomatic Affairs, the enemy fleet might have been said to be at one place. When a submerged space cruiser, planning assassination, was itself blown to bits with no chance to strike back, the Mekinese fleet was approximately somewhere else. When a cabinet meeting disheartened King Humphrey, the fleet was much nearer to Kandar, but days of highly tedious eventlessness was still ahead of the war fleet. So Bors and Gwendolyn and Morgan got a ground car and were driven to Kandar's commercial spaceport. There they found the Sylva. It was far larger than the usual space yachts. There were commercial spacecraft which were no larger, but it was a workman-like sort of ship at that. It had two lifeboat blisters and there were emergency rockets for landings where no landing grids existed. The armored bands of overdrive coil shielding were massive. The Sylva, in fact, looked more like a service ship than either a commercial vessel or a yacht. It was obviously unarmed, but it had the look of a craft that could go very nearly anywhere. You'll find the Talents a bit odd, said Gwendolyn, as they drove up under the hull's wide bulge. When they meet new people, they like to show off. Most of them were pretty well frustrated before Father found a use for them, but they're quite pleasant people if you don't treat them like freaks. They're not, you know. Bors had nothing to say. Until he was fifteen he'd lived on Tralee, which was then a quiet Pacific world as Kandar had been. As the nephew of a monarch, at least as resolutely constitutional as King Humphrey, he'd been raised in a very matter of fact fashion. The atmosphere had been that of a comfortable, realistic adjustment to facts. He was taught a great respect for certain facts without being made fanatically opposed to anything else. He'd been trained to require reasonable evidence without demanding that all proofs come out of test tubes and electronic apparatus. He was specifically taught that arithmetic cannot be proved by experimental evidence, but that sound experimental evidence agrees with arithmetic. So he was probably better qualified than most to deal with something like Talents Incorporated, but it was not easy for him. The ground car stopped, and exit port in the space yard opened and an extension stair came down. The three of them mounted it. The interlocked door opened, and they entered the silva.  A man no older than Bors, but with prematurely gray hair nodded at him. A man in a chair lifted a hand in highly dignified greeting. Everyone seemed to know who he was. There was a blonde woman who might be in her late thirties, a short, scowling man with several jeweled rings on his fingers, and a gangling, skinny adolescent. There were still others. Morgan addressed them with enthusiasm. Ladies and gentlemen, he said, I present Captain Bors. He's come to arrange to use your talents in the gravest of all possible situations for his world. There were nods, there were bows. The dignified man in the chair said confidently, The ship was where I specified. Exactly, said Morgan beaming. Exactly!  He made individual introductions all around. Bors did not begin to catch the names. This was so-and-so, said Morgan, our telepath. Still another. Our ship arrival precognizer. He predicted the coming of the liner, you remember? He came to the scowling man with rings. Captain Bors, this is our talent for predicting dirty tricks. You've reason to thank him for disclosing that Mekinese cruiser underwater. Bors followed the lead given him. There are many of us, he said, with reason to thank you for a most satisfying operation. We smashed that cruiser. The scowling man nodded portentiously. The introductions went on. The skinny adolescent was, Our talent for locating individuals.  Our talent for propaganda. Bors was confused. He had to steal himself not to decide flatly that all this was nonsense. Morgan and Gwenlyn took him away from what appeared like a sort of social hall for these externally commonplace persons. They arrived at a smaller compartment. It was a much more personal sort of place. Morgan waved his hand. Gwenlyn and I live here, he observed. Our cabins are yonder, and you might call this our family room. Gwenlyn finds the undiluted society of talents a bit wearing. Of course, handling them is my profession, though I have some plans for retirement. We'll see our mathematics talent in a minute or two. He knows it's expected that he'll be the most useful of all our talents at the moment. He will make an entrance. Gwenlyn sat down. She regarded Bors with amusement. I think the captain's halfway unconvinced again, father. I'm not unconvinced, said Bors grimly. I'm desperate. It's not easy either to ignore what's happened or to believe that it will continue. And I, well, if the Mekinese fleet does arrive, I don't want to miss going with our fleet to meet it. You won't miss anything, captain, said Morgan happily. Have a cigar. Gwenlyn, do you think I should? Let me, said Gwenlyn. I know how the captain feels. I'm an outsider, too. I haven't any talent, fortunately. Sit down, captain. Bors seated himself. Morgan offered a cigar. He seemed too impatient and much too pleased to be able to sit down himself. Bors lighted the cigar. At the first puff he removed it and looked at it respectfully. Some cigars were not easy to come by. I think, said Gwenlyn amiably, that father himself has a talent, which makes him not too easy to get along with. But it has had some good results. I hope it will have more here. The whole business is unbelievable, though, unless you think of some very special facts. Bors nodded. He puffed again and waited. He told you some of it, said Gwenlyn, about the ship arrival talent and the Douser. They've always been such people with gifts that nobody's ever understood but that are real. Only they've always been considered freaks. They feel that they're remarkable and they are, and they want people to recognize this, but they've never had a function in society. They've been denied all function. Take the mathematical talent. He can do any sort of mathematics in his head, any sort. He used to hire out to work computers and he always got discharged because he did the computations in his head instead of using the machines. He was always right and he was proud of his ability. He wanted to use it, but nobody'd let him. He was a miserable misfit until father found him and hired him. Bors nodded again, but his forehead wrinkled. Talents incorporated is merely an organization created by my father to make use of people who can do things ordinarily impossible and probably unexplainable, but which exist nevertheless. There are more talents than father has gathered, of course. But what good are their gifts to them? No good at all. They're considered freaks. So father gathered them together as he found them. First, of course, he needed capital, so he used them to make money. Then he began to do useful things with them since nobody else did. Now he's brought them here to help. Bors said painfully. They don't all have the same gift. No, agreed Gwenlyn. And there are limits to their talents? Naturally. Morgan broke in, amused. Gwenlyn insists that I have the talent of finding and using talents.  A tweedy man with a small mustache stood in the doorway. I believe I'm wanted, he said, offhandedly. Morgan introduced him. His name was Logan. He was the lightning calculator, the mathematical talent of talents incorporated. Bors shook his hand. The tweedy man sat down. He drew out a pipe and began to fill it with conscious exactitude. He looked remarkably like a professor of mathematics, who modestly pretended to be just another commuter. He dressed the part, slightly untidy hair, bulldog pipe, casual, expensive sports shoes. I understand, he said negligently, that you want some calculations made. I'm told I do, said Bors harrassedly, but I don't know what they are. Then how can I make them? asked Logan with lifted eyebrows. Naturally, said Morgan, you'll find out the kind of calculations he needs that he can't get anywhere else. That'll be the kind he needs from you. Hmm, said Logan. He blew a smoke ring thoughtfully. Where do you use calculations in space travel? Everywhere, said Bors, but we have computers for it, and they're quite adequate. Logan shrugged. Then what do you need me for? You tell me, said Bors, netled. Certainly we don't need calculations for space travel. We've no long journey in mind. We're simply going to go out and do some fighting when the Mekinese fleet gets here. Logan blew another smoke ring. What calculations do you use in space fighting? Courses and distances, said Bors. He could see no sense in this, but he went on. Allowing for acceleration and deceleration in setting our missiles on targets. Allowing for the motion of the targets. Again, we have computers for this. In practice, they're too good. If we send a missile at a Mekinese ship, they set a computer on it, and it computes a course for a Cower missile which explodes and destroys our missile when it's within a certain distance of it. Then your missile doesn't hit, said Logan. All too often it doesn't, admitted Bors. Then their missiles don't hit either.  Unfortunately, if they send more than we can counter, we get wiped out. Bors found his throat going dry. This, of course, was what he desperately been denying to himself. It was the fundamental reason for a total lack of hope. The history of warfare is the history of rivalry between attack and defense. In the matter of missiles in space, there was a stalemate. One missile fired in attack could always be destroyed by another fired in defense. It was an arithmetic balance, but it meant that three ships could always destroy two and four ships three. In the space fight ahead there would be at least ten Mekinese ships to every one from Kandar. The sally of Kandar's fleet would not be a rush into battle but an advance into annihilation. What we need, said Bors desperately, is a means to compute courses for our missiles so they'll hit and that the enemy can't counter-compute so that his missiles can't compute how to change course in order to cancel ours out. He was astonished as the words left his mouth. This was what was needed, of course, but then he realized that it couldn't be done. Logan blew a smoke ring. Mechanical computers, he said, have limits. They're designed to calculate a trajectory with constant acceleration or no acceleration, but that's all. Bors frowned. What else could there be? Changing acceleration, said Logan condescendingly. A mechanical computer can't compute that, but I can. Bors continued to frown. One part of his mind assured him that the statement that mechanical computers could not calculate trajectories of missiles with changing acceleration was incorrect. But the rest of his mind tried to imagine such a trajectory. He couldn't. In practice, men do not have to handle the results of variable acceleration as cumulative effects. I think, said Bors carefully, that if you can do that, Logan blew a smoke ring more perfect than any that had gone before. I'll calculate some tables, he said modestly. You can use them on your computer results. Then, if you arrange your missiles to change their acceleration as they go, the Mekinese missiles can't intercept them. He waved his hand with the grand air of someone assuring a grammar grade pupil that multiplication tables were quite reliable and could be used with confidence. But his eyes fixed themselves on Bors' face. As the captain realized the implications of his statement, the eyes of the mathematical talent of talents incorporated shone with gratified vanity. We'll go out in a couple of tin cans, said Bors fiercely, and try this out with dummy warheads. Gwendolyn said quickly, Marvelous! Marvelous, Logan! It's nothing, said Logan modestly. But it was a very great deal. Bors, impatient to try it out, nevertheless realized that Logan hadn't made the suggestion out of a brilliant perception of a solution to a problem in ballistics, but because he thought in terms of mathematical processes. He didn't think of a new missile operation, but a new kind of computation. And he reveled in the fact that he had showed off his brilliance. In the ground car on the way to the fleet, Bors said helplessly to Gwendolyn, I'm not the right man to be the liaison with you people. But this might make us a pretty costly conquest for Mekin. With luck we may trade them ship for ship. They won't miss the ships they lose, but it'll be a lot of satisfaction to us. You expect to be killed, Gwendolyn said flatly. My uncle, explained Bors, considers that we should have gotten killed when Mekin took over Tralee. It would have set a good example. Since we didn't do it for Tralee, we'll do it for Kandar. The king's going along too. After all, that's one of the things kings are for. To get killed? When necessary, Bors told her. Kandar shouldn't surrender, even though there will be at least ten Mekinese to one Kandarian. She smiled at him very oddly. I suspect, she said, that not everybody on the fleet will be killed. I'm sure of it. In fact, as my father would say, that's talents incorporated information! Bors frowned worriedly. The fleet of Mekin continued in overdrive, heading for Kandar. Each second it traversed a distance equal to the span of a solar system out to its remotest planet. A heartbeat that would begin where a pulsing cepheid, had it been possible to see, would have seemed at its greatest brilliance, and would end where the light from that same giant star seemed dimmed almost to extinction. Of course, no such observation could be made from any ship in overdrive. Each one of the many, many ugly war machines was sealed in its own cocoon of overdrive-stressed space. Even in the armed transports that carried officials and bureaucrats and experienced police organizers to set up a puppet government on Kandar, there was not the faintest hint of anything that happened outside the individual ship. But what might be termed the position of the fleet changed with remarkable swiftness. It traveled light years between breaths, light days between sentences, light months and light years. But it would not arrive on Kandar for a long while yet. Not for three whole days.


So we haven't had much news in regards to Borderlands as of late, but a recent tweet dropped by Gearbox2K reveals a new event coming called Farming Frenzy. How's it going guys, my name's DPJ and today I've been going to have a Borderlands 3 video. If you enjoyed leaving a like really helps out and subscribe if you want to see more. And screen legacy my weekly giveaway along with last week's winner. To being with a chance of winning this yourself, follow the instructions on screen now and good luck. Okay so let's just read straight through what they state. Get those coveted legendary drops during our farming frenzy. Responds and increased loot drops abound during our limited time Borderlands 3 farming frenzy.  No, not the third farming of Typhondylion's resource for Ancestry. We're talking about battling bosses and unique enemies to earn some of Borderlands 3's best loot. During a limited time mini event with dubbed farming frenzy, you can take advantage of increased drop rates and rare spawn showing up more often from January 16th to January 30th. For the next two weeks you'll have extra incentive to farm enemies with dedicated loot drops. That includes repeatable bosses from the main Stowe campaign, Proving Grounds and Circle of Slaughter arenas and the takedown at the Maloran Blacksite, as well as named enemies including rare spawns, hammerlock hunts and targets of opportunity. All these distinct, deadly baddies will be more likely to drop legendary items from their respectful loot pools and as an added bonus, the anointment rate for drop gear has also been temporarily increased. To help you track down your desired targets, rare spawn enemies will show up more often for the duration of the event. If you've been chasing after some of Borderlands 3's most sought after legendary drops and anointed items, this is the time to jump in and score the loot that will make your dream want to build a reality. The farming frenzy mini event will commence on all platforms via a hotfix on Thursday, January 16th at 9am PST and will conclude when another hotfix deploys on Thursday January 30th at 8.59am PST. That's the same timeframe as the scaling takedown at the Maloran Blacksite event, which will be active on PS4, Xbox One and PC where the takedown at the Maloran Blacksite is available. To apply hotfixes simply wait at the main menu until you see a hotfix applied, sign up here on the post behind your vault hunter. Enjoy all the new additions to your arsenal order next two weeks as the farming frenzy brings a bantiful crop of impressive loot drops. So yeah guys, January 16th, which is literally tomorrow if you're watching this video on release day, we get increased legendary loot drops more or less across the board, with more chances of getting those anointed items which is pretty damn cool.  Now if any more information drops on Borderlands for you guys know I'll have you called right here on my channel. But on that note we have come to the end, this short but sweet one to day people. I hope you guys enjoyed the video, if you did leave me a like really helps. I actually got a new round here and want to see more Borderlands, be sure to subscribe and if you never want to miss a video upload, you can turn notifications on by hitting that bell button. But guys thanks as always for stopping by, hopefully you enjoyed the video and hopefully I'll see you on that next. One.


Yo, what's up YouTube? Real is the game here before we begin this you guys be asked why I have this all the time And really you guys really be asking that look at the videos you guys have me watching man. I gotta protect myself from these demons All right, so today we are back with some more sorter fallout videos I know I'd be putting EXE in the videos and you guys get triggered I just do that for video ranking purposes guys. No need to get triggered. I know it's not EXE I'm sorry. I don't want to upset the sorter fallout fandom I just do that man because they have the video rank higher and the video to get more views and whatnot And it also how it also helps the people that make the videos get recognized man So y'all gotta chill take a chill pill. Okay, so today we are in the springman productions 2021 channel shot out to him We're gonna be reacting to three of his clips and the first one is Please What do we got here Number one that's Thomas Yo Okay, so this might be when Thomas is trapped back Back in the tracks when the explosion happened and he wasn't able to escape it seems like he's trapped there as we see He's calling out for help and he's not moving or anything Let me know down in the comments what you guys think all right our second clip is Yo look like he's going through it bro I was concerned for him All right, he's definitely blaming himself No, you gotta fight the demons man He's letting his thoughts get to him Don't do it man. Oh No, my boy, what did you do man? All right, let's play that back run it back man It looks like he was going full speed and he crashed into like a crane or something. All right, where's it at? Can we play this in slow motion dude? Let's go super slow Right, there's like a crane right here or Toby man. You couldn't get out of the spots Where's it at? Where's it at? Right about here.  That was pretty gruesome All right here it comes. Oh I was trying to pause it right there like right before he hits that All right, there it is. He crashes into what it seems like a crane of some sort of oh, no, man Poor Toby couldn't fight his thoughts f in the chat. Oh, all right Our third clip is the brand them Beyblast we have seen another video But we haven't seen a spring man's video version on it. So we're gonna be reacting to that and yeah I'm not gonna do reading because we've seen this already All right, here we go.  We're zooming out of there, man There's a blast from the earth man. You push him to his limit That's July 4th the power station at lower Blandham suffered a widespread system failure Four reactors online only one is currently operating. What is that? The plant is currently running on like something in the back. Oh, it's closing the remedy the prop radiation vented has been vented Oh, is currently like energy authority have been dispatched to lower Blandham to take radiation readings We urge the citizens of Western Sodor to stay in their homes until the state of emergency is lifted Or in order to evacuate is given Thank you Like that is it for our last clip. We're here on a JSC studios. We're gonna be reacting to his video So to follow that might have happened to Gordon. Oh poor Gordon. What is going on with him? Oh, he's getting mutated. Yo, Oliver and this is looks like it was made in Roblox Pretty cool. Very creative Right, it's not like he might turn Oliver into the beast Like subscribe. Oh, he is turning them into the beast Yo, this is pretty cool. Oh, oh my god All right, so I think the video is referencing it to maybe this is how Gordon turned into that mutated thing Oliver might have caught up to him on the train tracks as we seen as it looks like he derailed or some sort of accident happened to him and Oliver turned him into that whatever you want to call it man to that a hideous looking thing dude.  All right, just showing them now original reference images Hey, that's my spring man's. All right, you guys well Those were some sort of fallout videos if you guys enjoyed the video make sure to slap the like button Comment subscribe make sure to turn on notifications if you're new around the channel and thank you for watching And I will see you on the next one. Peace


We had a music from and Rita Franklin as a well on the program and I say a little prayer taking us in after the news and a bit of analysis at the top of the hour. If you are just joining us a very good afternoon to and welcome along to the program is Kevin Fury here with you on around the Northwest and I'm here with you as always until half past two joint on the program now by Angus Kennedy from nature Northwest and he's joining us on the program today. Angus very good afternoon to you Kevin, how you doing? Good to be here. Good. Good to have you with us on the program today right. So we're heading in to supposed to the end of August. We're going to talk about meadows and how to manage them and wild flowers. Yeah, it's the transition is just starting now. We're still very much in summertime and there's still all that lovely heat out there. It's very warm today. And but you can see in some of the trees, there's a wee bit of color. I'm starting to change a little bit and some of our meadows. You can see some of the grass is starting to look a little bit tired. But there's still an awful lot of wonderful wild flowers out there. And there's been a big push over the last few years for people to leave wild areas for nature. And sometimes people are wondering, well, what do you leave them forever? What should you should you do with them really? And so that was going to just talk a little bit about that. Yeah, yeah, so did from the action notice. I figure whatever day was it was a for a walk or a stray for long or something, and it did action notice the flowers and stuff, even some of the leaves as well had actually started to kind of go that autumny color basically. It's amazing. And often it's the native plants that know this time of year. They know anything can happen weather wise. And some of their season is very, very short. For instance, the aspen tree, the beautiful aspen tree, the little trembling aspen tree with its leaves that shake. They'll start to turn a bright, bright yellow now very shortly. They're pretty much the last tree to come out of its leaves in middle of May, and they're one of the first leaves to start turning. But the color they give and the reward they give for us is gorgeous. Yeah, and see the weather we've been having lately, it's been kind of, I suppose we've kind of got some out there today, I think it was like 17 and a half degrees on my car earlier. But we've had a lot of rain, I suppose too. And has that had a major impact on flowers in different wildlife? Yeah, it does. We've been lucky in the June that we had and June saved us from a wildlife point of view really. And because it was so warm in June, and that made up for quite a cold spring. I am kind of a late spring, I suppose. And that really helped an awful lot of the butterflies.  And then the second generation of them starts to come around about the end of July or August. So the rain didn't necessarily affect them so much. So we're seeing an awful lot of butterflies, especially some of those big colorful ones, the small tortoise shells and the peacocks with the eyes on them. And some of them and the red admirals, those big black and orange red ones. And they've actually done quite well. But that was because of the June, not because July, so they dodged a bit of a bullet there. Yeah. Coming out into the time of year for Ling Heather, just coming into bloom now. Yeah. So I often think of this time of year as purple season. So when you when you go walking any of the any of the ditches, any of the roads at the moment, and you'll see there's a few different purple plants are really on show. And the timing of that is interesting because butterflies tend to prefer purple flowers than they do some of the other colors. They'll go to any kind of flower that has the right amount of pollen, the right amount of nectar for them. But they particularly like purple flowers. And there's the napweed, which looks very like thistles. So you'll see the damp ditches and we've plenty of them in Donegal. So it looks just like a thistle, but it's got no spikes on it. So it's a lovely thing to have around schools or even in your own garden around the ditches. And there's another amazing plant called Devil's Bit Scabius. And you'll get those a little bit higher up in the hills. They look like a blackberry, but a blue or color. But they're the shape of a blackberry. And butterflies and all sorts of other little characters love them as well. They give them reward. And it's a common header. It's often called common heat. And it's the one that turns the mountains purple at this time of year. And it's really coming into its own. Yeah, just funny just when you when you were speaking there, but this time of year, some I don't think I've actually heard this year. Maybe maybe a bit off topic here is the cuckoo. Ah, OK. With the cuckoos now are gone. They're long gone. At least the adult cuckoos are long gone. So they arrive around about April and then they're gone. So they're gone by June. Right. And the females are still laying their eggs into the meadow pippets nest because they don't use their own nest, of course. Yeah. And they lay into the meadow pippets, the little meadow pippets nest, and then they're gone. And there's a wonderful website which has put some, well, some of the great people working for it have put some trackers onto cuckoos. And they've put trackers onto Irish cuckoos down in County Clare. And I think there's another one called PTO Cuckoo Tracking. And if you pop that into Google next time you're on the computer and it'll bring up a web page and it brings up a live map. And you can see the Irish cuckoos and it shows you where they've come from and where they're going to and they will have left quite a while ago at this stage and be heading back to Africa. Meanwhile, the chicks, they'll be emerging now this time of year and amazingly, those chicks are able to make their way back to Africa. No map, no mom and dad to show them, no iPhone in the pocket, in the brain. And it's one of those fascinating things that scientists are still trying to get their head around. How is it they're able to find their way all the way down to the Congo? Right down to the middle of Africa on their own. Would they leave in June every year or does it kind of depend on the weather and the sort of climate that we have? The males will leave very early. All right, yeah. So once they've had their breeding and then they're gone. So once they've successfully bred they'll leave early June really. And then they're gone by the end of June to straight back to Africa. They literally just do their breeding or lay their eggs and then that's it. They take no further part which is very unusual of course for a bird. Yeah. So long-eared owl chicks they can be heard buzzing at the moment. They can. I'm going to play a little sound to them and we'll see if this comes across now. But the juveniles are out because of course owls you don't hear and normally birds are prey. They're hunters so they don't like to give away their presence. But at this time of year you'll hear this kind of squeaky gate sound. It sounds like a rusty gate opening and see if you can hear that coming across there now. That little squeaky rusty gate if you think of it opening up there and that especially in dusk dusk and dawn or sometimes right through the night. That's the juveniles. They're quite a big birds. They're fed for a few weeks after they've hatched and they'll be moving around from tree to tree calling, calling, calling and in the next few weeks they'll go quiet. Mum and Dad will stop feeding them and they'll have to try and find their own way. Right. Also too if you want to text in or any questions as well for Angus well 08 660 25,000 a texter said tell Angus for the first time in years. We heard the Curlew last night near Ballandritt. Ah the Curlew gorgeous. Okay brilliant. Yeah and the Curlew it's interesting the Curlew is a breeding bird in our mountains and still breed up amongst the Ling Heather and the other things and those wildflowers are so important because the few Curlew that we have left that breed in the mountains they're relying on the insects that are up there and they're relying on the cover the cover of all those kind of bushy shrubs that you get up in the hills to keep them safe from the fox or the crow or the eagle or whatever it is but unfortunately most of our Curlews most of our breeding Curlews are now gone and there is a project working on them and trying to identify them which is super but from this time year onwards we start seeing the Curlews that breed north of here in Scandinavia and they come back to Donegal because they find Donegal a safe place and they tend to feed along the shores but I've been hearing them for the last few days as well flying over at night time flying over our garden in Remelton flying over the fields the farms that are there and I'm very lucky where I am the farms are looked after they're well for nature as well as been busy farms they've got great productive hedgerows they've left some tree lines and it means there's lots of shelter there's lots of lots of insects and what's not when they've completed their long flight yeah we've got three events that are upcoming as well that you want to talk to us about yes we do indeed tomorrow is an exciting event if you're an in a show-in or even if you're not an in a show-in you feel like a little trip tomorrow I come up to the Colgan Hall in Carendona Carendona is a gorgeous town to visit anyway and at 12.30 in the Colgan Hall the in a show-in development partnership are hosting a celebration of people that are doing various different things for biodiversity and for sustainability so there's a whole bunch of different local businesses local organisations local groups that will be showcasing their wares I'm going to be giving a short talk a short talk on some of the nature that's lost in in a show-in in Donegal but some of the nature that's there as well and we still have so many fantastic habitats that it's on us to protect really I think on all of us and then we're going to have a panel discussion we've got some very interesting panellists we have Carmel Doherty from the Barrack Hill Community Centre or Barrack Hill Community Gardens I should say and we'll have Rose Kelly who was one of the main people who got the rights for nature signed off by Donegal County Council and we'll have John from the in a show-in EIP as well John is a farmer he's a hill farmer and he'll be talking about how he is able to farm successfully but look after nature as well as part of that programme that he runs Yeah and Ards Friarie there's a walk there on Friday Yeah so we've two different walks then for Heritage Week there's Ards Friarie which is 11 o'clock in the car park on this Friday so turn up at 11 o'clock that's aimed at families aimed at anybody and everybody will be exploring some of the habitats that are there we'll be looking at how the trees and the rest of the habitats there protect the water that's in that area in particular and then at on Saturday at 11 o'clock we have a walk from the Bolliba so from one end of Garten back to Gleab Gallery we'll be taking a bus from Gleab Gallery all the way around and then we'll be walking back to the shore of Garten Lake and looking at some of the habitats there now that one on Saturday you have to book so if you go on to my website www.naturenorthwest.ie or if you look on Facebook or Twitter or any of those things Instagram you'll find www.naturenorthwest.com and you have to book the Saturday one but Ards Friarie just turn up at 11 o'clock and it'll be great to see you Just go back to when you do and you talk there about the event on Thursday when you talk about an issue on the habitat that is lost what can I elaborate more on that we started talking on meadows and just to touch on it because I said I'd explain a little bit on the management of meadows if that's okay for a moment and it's one of the habitats that is very much lost not just in the shown but all over the country we don't have as many wild meadows as we have and people here at the Corn Creek the Corn Creek project and other projects like that I was talking just earlier on today some people involved in maher maher is the type of sand dune that has wonderful meadows as well and if you have a meadow and if you've been leaving an area on your farm on your land in your garden don't cut it quite yet you will want to trim it round about the end of August early September and then you'll leave it for a couple of weeks so that the seeds can fall off and then you rake it up and the whole idea is raking it up take that nutrition away and that encourages wildflowers the wildflowers prefer less nutrition we're not trying to put in fertilizer so you leave it for a little while so the seeds fall off after you've trimmed it and then you remove that dead vegetation but that is one of the habitats that certainly has been lost and this isn't just an inchown thing this is all over the country it's to say of course we know about our woodlands and inchown peninsula doesn't have as much woodlands as the rest of the country proportionately but it does have some amazing gems there that can be built on think of corn woods that's just right outside current on a town and there's not many towns have a woods that's so rich as that so a lot of what we'll be talking about and thinking about and what a lot of the groups are doing in inchown is trying to connect those habitats that are there and trying to connect up with hedgerows with planting trees trying to see where they can fit in some various different meadows leaving a bit of space for the bees the butterflies and the rest and of course protecting our amazing coastline that we have up in inchown Oh yeah, absolutely so I'll end up there just remind us again of those three events I will indeed, yes so Ard's Friary we've got a walk and talk for anybody and everybody that's at 11 o'clock in the car park in Ard's Friary so just turn up for that and then at Leeb House we'll be taking a bus on Saturday at 11 o'clock we'll be taking a bus around to the boulevard that one needs to be booked and you'll find the book and link online and then tomorrow turn up at the Colligan Hall 12.30 and there'll be all sorts of different speakers there'll be all sorts of different companies showing what they've been doing and some of the great work that they've been doing so it'll be well we're turning up to that that'll be from 12.30 to around about half three four o'clock okay brilliant Angus Kennedy from Nature Northwest thank you very much for joining us on the program today on our social platforms as well and Angus just before you go if people want to find it more information or if they'd like as well to get in contact with you about any queries thanks Kevin it's NatureNorthwest.ie you'll find my website and all the contacts and the events are up on that and then the usual social media channels Facebook, Twitter and Instagram we're getting very very modern I can't think of your head to leave one out yeah yeah there's a lot to keep up with Nature Northwest and you'll find all the info there bringing stuff Angus Kennedy thank you