Accidental Flight Part 5
"Monster yourself," said Docchi. "Do what?"
"I saw you crawl in the rocket tubes," said Jordan. "But what did you do after you got inside?"
"Cameron's a medic," said Docchi, "not mechanically inclined. He forgot that an emergency rocket landing cancels any verbal orders. So I took the ship up a few inches. Geepees aren't very bright; that satisfied them that I was coming in for a landing. What Cameron should have done was splash some heat against a gravital unit, and then, having created an artificial emergency condition in the main dome, he could have directed the geepees from the gravity control center. After that, he would have had top priority, not me."
"But they rushed off, carrying Cameron with them." Jordan looked puzzled.
"Easy. I told the geepees that there was danger of crashing and that they must remove any human beings nearby, whether they were willing or not. You weren't nearby and that let you out. They took Cameron because he was."
"It's ours!" breathed Jordan. "But what about Anti and Nona?"
"Anti's taken care of. As far as the geepees are concerned, she comes under the heading of emergency landing material. They'll bring her.
Nona is supposed to be waiting with Anti." Docchi frowned. "There's nothing we can do if she isn't. Meanwhile you'd better get ready to take the ship off."
Jordan swung himself inside.
Docchi remained at the pa.s.senger lock, waiting. He heard the geepees first and saw them seconds later. They came into sight half pushing, half carrying a huge rectangular tank. With unexpected robotic ingenuity, they had mounted it on four of their smaller brethren, the squat repair robots, which served to support the tremendous weight.
The tank was filled with blue liquid. Twisted pipes dangled from the ends; it had been torn and lifted from its foundation. Broken plants still clung to the narrow ledge on top and moist soil adhered to the sides. Five geepees pushed it rapidly toward the ship, mechanically oblivious to the disheveled man who frustratedly shouted and struck at them.
"Jordan, open the freight lock."
In response the ship rose a few more inches and hung quivering. A section of the ship hinged outward and downward to form a ramp. The ship was ready to take on cargo.
Docchi stood at his post. That d.a.m.n fool Cameron should have stayed in the main dome where the geepees had released him. His presence added an unwelcome complication. Still, it should be easy enough to get rid of him when the time came.
It was Nona who really worried him. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. He took an uncertain step down the ramp, came back, shaking his head. It was impossible to look for her now, though he wanted to.
The tank neared the ship. A few feet of it projected onto the ramp.
The geepees stopped; their efforts lost momentum. They looked bewildered.
The tank rolled backward. The geepees shook, buzzed and looked around, primarily at Docchi. He didn't wait any longer. He leaped into the ship.
"Close the pa.s.senger lock!" he shouted.
Jordan looked up questioningly from the controls.
"Vogel, the engineer," explained Docchi. "He must have seen the geepees on scanning when they entered the main dome. He's trying to do what Cameron should have done, but didn't have enough sense to do."
The pa.s.senger lock swung ponderously shut behind him.
"Now what?" Jordan asked, worried.
"First, let's see what you can get on the telecom," said Docchi.
The angle was impossible, so close to the ship, but they did manage to get a corner of the tank on the screen. Apparently it was resting where Docchi had last seen it, though it was difficult to be sure because the curve of the ship loomed so large.
"Maybe we'd better get out of here," suggested Jordan nervously.
"Without the tank? Not a chance. Vogel hasn't got complete control of them yet." That seemed to be true. The geepees were nearly motionless, paralyzed.
"What shall I do?" asked Jordan.
"Give me full power on the radio," said Docchi. "Burn it out if you have to. I think the engineer is at the wrong angle to broadcast much power to them. Besides, the intervening structure is absorbing most of his signal."
He waited until Jordan had complied. "The tank must be placed in the ship," he added.
Geepees were not designed to sift contradictory commands that were nearly at the same level of urgency. Their reasoning power was feeble, but the mechanism was complicated enough. In that respect they resembled humans. Borderline decisions were difficult.
"More power," whispered Docchi.
Sweating, Jordan obeyed.
Marionettes. This string led toward a certain action. Another, intrinsically more important, but suddenly far less powerful, pulled for something else. Circuits burned within electronic brains.
Micro-relays fluttered under the stress.
Choice....
Stiffly the geepees moved and grasped the tank. The quality of decision, in this case, was strained. Inch by inch the tank rolled up the ramp.
"When it's completely on, raise the ramp," Docchi whispered to Jordan in an even lower voice.
One geepee wavered and fell. Motionless, it lay there. The remaining four were barely equal to the task.
"Now," said Docchi.
The freight ramp began to rise. The tank picked up speed as it rolled into the ship.
"Geepees, save yourselves!" shouted Docchi.
They leaped from the ramp.
Jordan breathed deeply. "I don't think they can hurt us now."
Docchi nodded. "Get me ship-to-asteroid communication, if there's any radio left."
"There is." Jordan made the adjustment.
"Vogel, we're going out. Give us the proper sequence and save the dome some damage."
There was no reply.
"He's trying to bluff," said Jordan. "He knows the airlocks to the main dome will automatically close if we do break through."
"Sure," said Docchi. "Everyone in the main dome is safe, _if_ everyone is in there. Vogel, we'll give you time to think about that."
Jordan gave him the time until it hurt, waiting. Meanwhile he flipped on the telecom and searched the rocket dome. Nothing was moving; no geepee was in sight. Docchi watched the screen with interest. What he thought didn't show on his face.
Still there was no reply from Vogel.