“Sufficient long-term comets can be produced by periodic disturbances of the Oort Cloud, as I’m sure you’re aware,” Hutchill said.
Cavan interjected, “It’s the same as what I’m supposed to be doing with the Kronians. She’s leading him on to sound out his arguments. The idea is to have one of their own people on the show as well, ready to take him on in a debate.”
“She looks like she might be getting more of a debate than she expected,” Keene commented. “This guy’s good.”
On the screen, Salio’s grin had broadened. “What Oort Cloud?” he challenged. “It’s never been actually observed, has it? And it’s supposed to extend maybe halfway to Centauri. Comets from interstellar distances would arrive on wide hyperbolic orbits. The short-period comets that they’re supposed to turn into don’t exhibit the distribution of orbits and inclinations you’d expect from an all-sky parent population.”
“I wasn’t referring to short-period,” Hutchill said shortly. “They are postulated as coming from the Kuiper Belt, near the planetary plane.”
“Postulated,” Salio echoed. “You’ve still got the problem of velocity mismatch, which tells against capture. Whatever way you look at it, the number of short-periods is still far too high.”
“Dark matter in the galactic disk would put more of them onto an injection trajectory,” Hutchill said.
Salio’s face registered delight. “So now we have an unobserved Oort Cloud and a postulated Kuiper Belt that’s influenced by invisible dark matter. And even if all of them existed, they wouldn’t produce the distribution and prograde consistency that we see. Yet what the Kronians are proposing fits all the facts without any inventions. All you have to do is throw out some ideas you’ve grown up with. So isn’t it time we changed the textbooks?”
The rest of the exchange went into more details that didn’t change the essentials. Hutchill ended by thanking Salio for his time and hanging up visibly disturbed.
“Interesting,” Keene pronounced when Cavan had expanded back to fill the screen. “It’s going to be quite a show. Are they just going to let it go, do you think? She obviously wasn’t happy. What can they do?”
“All I’m going to say at this point is, don’t underestimate anything,” Cavan replied. “And that was really why I called. Your man is bright and knows his stuff, Landen, but he’s too trusting. Maybe it’s just his way of telling the world that he has nothing to hide, but it’s giving the opposition a lot of free information. The Kronians make the same mistake consistently.”
“You want me to talk to him?” Keene asked.
“Precisely. I can’t intervene—you know my situation. But someone should wise him up a little on the ways of the world. In particular, caution him on who he talks to and how much he says to people he doesn’t know. If he’s going to take on the big guys in front of a couple of hundred million people, he needs to learn something about the rules.”
But then Keene became embroiled in last-minute details connected with the impending space shot, and somehow he never did get around to calling Salio before the day arrived for the launch.
15
The coverage that the San Saucillo launch received, and the distances over which throngs came to join in the protest, suggested coordination on a national scale. By early morning, the site was already besieged by crowds disgorged from cars, trucks, and campers that had been arriving all night. Tents and sunshades had been set up, several bands were in action, and the atmosphere would have approached that of a rock festival were it not for the angry undertones and the cordon of state and county police and vehicles maintaining a perimeter. Amspace security reported that the approach by road was problematical, and the sheriff was calling on the company to act with minimum provocation. Accordingly, Keene and Vicki were directed to the Kingsville plant to join the rest of the flight complement who were not already at the launch site, and lifted out by helicopter.
Keene looked down somber-faced as the administration and assembly buildings of the San Saucillo site came into view ahead. The launch area itself was situated two miles farther west, at the far end of the landing field with its two vehicle transporter tracks running along one side. Although some problems had been reported with groups trying to breach the security fence marking the two-mile safety zone south, west, and north of the pad area, the crowds were mainly concentrated around the east end of the complex and its approach road. As the helicopter descended, a ripple of hand-waving and gesturing followed it among the upturned faces below. In some places, signs that were being displayed were turned to point upward, although it was impossible to make out what they said. The pilot commenced a pattern of evasive weaving.