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"Yes. I can resist that. And easily. I will not go."
Boranova said, "We have your software, your program. You always carry it with you and you had it with you when you were brought here. We will have a computer on board the ship for you, one that is the exact model of the one you use in your laboratory. It should not be a long trip. We will all be miniaturized, taking our chances along with you. You will take your computer readings and record the sensations you receive and then we will all be deminiaturized and your part will be done with. Say that you will join us. Say you will do it."
And Morrison, fists clenched, said stubbornly, "I will not join you. I will not do it."
Boranova said, "I am so sorry, Albert, but that is the wrong answer. We will not accept it."
Morrison felt his heart racing again. If this was going to be a straightforward contest of wills, he was not sure he was up to coping with this woman who, despite all her apparent softness, seemed made of alloy steel. Moreover, she had behind her the full apparatus of the Soviet Union and he himself was alone.
He said desperately, "Surely you know this whole thing is a trumped-up romantic notion. How do you know there is any co
Morrison tried to sound confident. After all, if Shapirov had given them anything substantive, they would not now be trying the desperate trick of rifling his brain for something useful. He held his breath, waiting for the response.
Boranova looked at Konev then said, with a shade of reluctance, "We will continue our policy of telling the flat and unadorned truth. We have nothing but some remarks Shapirov made, as you've guessed. He enjoyed keeping things to himself until he could spring them on us fully dressed, so to speak. He was more than a little childish in this respect. Perhaps that was an aspect of his eccentricity - or of his genius - or of both."
"But how can you tell, under those circumstances, that such an unsupported speculation would have any validity whatever?"
"When Academician Pyotor Shapirov said, 'I feel it will be thus and so,' that is how it turned out to be."
"Come on. Always?"
"Almost always."
"Almost always. He could have been wrong this time."
"I admit that. He could have been."
"Or if he had some notion which would really prove of use, it might have been localized in the part of the brain which has been destroyed."
"That is conceivable."
"Or if the notion is useful and is still in the intact portion of the brain, I might not be able to interpret the brain waves properly."
"That may well be."
"Putting it all together: Shapirov's suggestion may be wrong and, even if it isn't, it might be out of reach or, even if it isn't, I might not be able to interpret it. Considering that, what are the chances of success? And can't you see that we will be putting our lives into danger for something we will almost certainly fail to get?"
"Considering the matter objectively," said Boranova, "it would seem the chances are very small. However, if we do not hazard our lives, the chances of obtaining anything at all are zero - flat zero. If we do risk our lives, the chances of success are very small, admittedly, but they are not zero. Under the circumstances, we must take the risk, even though the best we can say for our chances of success are that they are not zero."
"For me," said Morrison, "the risk is too great and the chances of success are too small."
Boranova placed one hand on Morrison's shoulder and said, "Surely that is not your final decision."
"Surely it is."
"Think about it. Think about the value to the Soviet Union. Think about the benefits to your own country that will result from your acknowledged participation, to the needs of global science, to your own fame and reputation. All this is in favor of doing it. Against it are your personal fears. These are understandable, but all achievement in life requires the overcoming of fear."
"Thinking about it won't change my mind."
"Think about it until tomorrow morning, anyway. That's fifteen hours and it's all we can spare you. After all, balancing fears against hopes can keep one irresolute for a lifetime and we don't have a lifetime. Poor Shapirov might linger on in coma for a decade, but we don't know how long what is left of his brain will retain his ideas and we dare not wait very long at all."
"I can not and will not concern myself with your problems."
Boranova seemed to hear none of his denials and refusals. She said in her unfailingly gentle voice, "We will not attempt to persuade you further right now. You may have a leisurely di
Morrison nodded.
"And, Albert, remember, tomorrow morning you must give us your decision."
"Take it now. It will not change."
"No. The decision must be that you will join us and help us. See to it that you come to that decision - for come to it you must - and it will be easier for all of us if you do so gladly and voluntarily."
It proved to be a quiet and thoughtful di
Morrison smiled faintly at one or two, more because he recognized from the other's raised voice that a punch line had been advanced than because he heard them with any interest at all.
Valeri Paleron, the waitress who had served them at breakfast, was still there at di
Morrison did not particularly enjoy his own thoughts. Now that he was considering the distant possibility of getting away from the Grotto - from Malenkigrad - from the Soviet Union - he was begi
He recognized the fact that, of all the arguments presented by Boranova, only the personal one had shaken him. Any reference to the greater good of science, or of humanity, or of this nation or that was just idle rhetoric. His own place in science was something more. That seethed within him.
When the serving woman passed near the table, he stirred himself to say, "How long must you stay on, waitress?"
She looked at him without favor. "Until you two grand dukes can bring yourselves to stir out of here."
"There's no rush," said Dezhnev as he emptied his glass. His speech was already slurred and his face was flushed. "I am so fond of the comrade waitress, I could stay on for as long as the Volga flows, that I might gaze on her face."