“Shouldn’t be surprised. What does he want Frank Mitsui so bad for?”
“Well, that’s somewhat involved. They’ve proved that the original Ledbetter effect depends on a characteristic of the life form involved
— you might call it a natural frequency. It seems that everybody has his own wavelength, or wavelengths. The notion seemed like so much astrology to me, but Dr. Brooks says that it is not only the straight dope; it isn’t even new. He showed me a paper by a chap named Fox, at the University of London, ‘way back in 1945 — Fox showed that each individual rabbit had hemoglobin with its own individual wavelength; it absorbed that wavelength in spectroscopic analysis, that one wavelength and no other. You could tell two rabbits apart with it, or you could tell a rabbit from a dog, simply by the spectra of their hemoglobins.
“This Dr. Fox tried to do the same thing with humans, but it didn’t work
— no distinguishable difference in wavelengths. But Calhoun and Wilkie have rigged a spectroscope for the spectrum Ledbetter was playing with, and it shows clearly separate wavelengths for each sample of human blood. Conversely, if they set up a tuned Ledbetter projector and start running down or up the scale, when they come to your individual, unique frequency, your red blood cells start absorbing energy, the hemoglobins protein breaks down and — Spung! — you’re dead. I’m standing right beside you and I’m not even hurt; they haven’t come to my frequency. Now Brooks has an idea that these frequencies come by groups according to races. He thinks they can tune it to discriminate by races, to knock over all the Asiatics in a group and not touch the white men, and vice versa.”
Thomas shivered. “Whew! That would be a weapon. ”
“Yes, it would. It’s just on paper so far, but they want to test it on Mitsui. As I gather what they intended to do, they don’t intend to kill him, but it’s bound to be dangerous as all hell to Mitsui.”
“Frank won’t mind chancing it,” Thomas commented.
“No, I don’t suppose he would.” It seemed to Ardmore that it would probably be a favor to Mitsui to give him a clean, painless death in the laboratory. “Now about another matter. It seems to me we ought to be able to work up a sort of permanent secret service, using your hobo pals and their sources of information. Let’s talk about it.”
Ardmore gained a few days’ respite in which to consider further the problem of military use of the weapons at his disposal while the research staff tested their theories concerning the interrelation between racial types and the improved Ledbetter effect. The respite did him no good. He had a powerful weapon, yes; in fact, many powerful weapons, for it seemed that the new principles they had tapped had fully as protean possibilities as electricity. It seemed extremely likely that if the United States defense forces had had, one year earlier, the tools now available in the Citadel, the United States would never have fallen.
But six men cannot whip an empire — not by brute force. The emperor could, if necessary, expend six million men to defeat six. The hordes of the empire could come at them barehanded and win, move over them as an avalanche moves, until they were buried under a mountain of dead flesh.
Ardmore had to have an army to fight with his wonderful new weapons.
The question was: how to recruit and train such an army?
Certain it was that the PanAsians would not hold still while he went into the highways and byways and got his forces together. The thoroughness with which they had organized police surveillance of the entire population made it evident that they were acutely aware of the danger of revolution and would stamp out any such activity before it could possibly reach proportions dangerous to them.
There remained one clandestine group, the hobos.
He consulted with Thomas as to the possibility of organizing them for military purposes. Thomas shook his head at the idea.
“You can’t understand the hobo temperament, Chief. There is not one in a hundred who could be depended on to observe the strict self-discipline necessary for such an enterprise. Suppose you were able to arm all of them with projectors — I don’t say that is possible, but suppose you could — you still would not have an army; you would simply have an undisciplined rabble.”