Chapter 27 27. Ending

"What happened?" asked the Minister. "I will never be able to answer this question." Morgan thought in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Sri Konda is ours; the monks are leaving here. It's incredible... for a myth that's been around for two thousand years..." He shook his head in complete incomprehension. "A myth becomes truth if it is believed by many. However, since the impossible has happened, we should accept it with gratitude." "I'll take it," thought Morgan, "but it's against my will. I can't fathom the world-death thing, when a few dead butterflies are worth a billion-ton Space Orbital Tower in the weighing pan. "

And yet, what a tragicomic role Santa Barakalma plays!He must have felt himself the tool of some gods who were against him.He did what was considered impossible, but he used some inexplicable butterflies... The heart of the head of the monsoon forecast station is heavy because of such an incident.When Morgan accepted his apology, he actually said some kind words that were extremely rare for him.Of course, it is entirely conceivable that when a scholar of such renown as Dr. Gottberg returns to the scientific community, he will be able to renew the face of micrometeorology... However, it is very clear that no one really understands What exactly is he doing on the forecasting station.Equally unquestionably, no one expected Dr. Gottberg to become unhinged while conducting this experiment... Of course, it goes without saying that there is no doubt...

The person in charge assured Morgan that such an incident would never happen again in the future.Morgan said that he wished Dr. Gottberg a speedy recovery out of sincere hope; Make corresponding contributions.The manager hung up his earphones after thanking him so much, no doubt amazed at Morgan's unprecedented magnanimity. "By the way," said the Minister, "where are the monks going? We can provide them with shelter. You know, our people on Mars are very hospitable and hospitable." "I don't know where the monks are going to move. But I asked Raza Singh, and he said: don't worry. The 'Monks Association', which has given up all interests for three thousand years, is no longer so pitiful. "

"Well... that's probably the case, but we can find a suitable investment site for their property. Your seemingly simple design solution requires more and more investment. Now, we must find a carbon-containing a large number of asteroids, and move them to a space orbit close to the earth. In this way, one of the main problems can be solved." "What about the carbon used in your own orbital space tower?" Morgan asked. "We have inexhaustible deposits on Deimos. I remember as if we had been talking about it. Our people have begun geological exploration of the most convenient places to mine, but the process of producing superfiber itself requires Doing it outside of Deimos. To be honest, the rationale for this is not fully understood by me."

"This problem is very clear. Although the gravitational effect of Deimos is negligible, there is still a gravitational effect after all. The production of superfibers needs to be carried out in a state of complete weightlessness. Only under such conditions can the formation of the required required crystal structure." "Thank you for your explanation. Could you please tell me why you changed your original design? This bundle of four tubes is what I like: two for ascending and two for descending Movement. To put it bluntly, I can still understand the back tunnel of the subway ... even if it is erected and left." The minister raised a new question.

"We're nothing more than old ideas on Earth. It's like the people who first made the automobile, which was still the same old carriage, but without horses. Now, What we design is a hollow rectangular space track tower with tracks paved on each facet. You can imagine them as four vertical railways. On the space track, each such road is 40 meters wide; As it gets closer to the earth. It shrinks to twenty meters wide." "It's like a clock... a clock..." The minister obviously struggled to use the language of the earth. "You mean stalactites! From a technical point of view, the Eiffel Tower is a good analogue... except it's turned upside down and stretched a hundred thousand times. We also have a tower that stretches upwards." The tower, which leads from the synchronous space orbit to the counterweight that supports the entire system. And below the synchronous space orbit, at an altitude of 25,000 kilometers. There will be a "central" space station - it will include relay stations, powerful I am convinced that at some point, it will become a cosmic sanatorium and will attract a large number of tourists. In that place, we will hold a grand banquet for you to celebrate the launch of the elevator." Morgan is full of confidence and optimism about the future.

"I'm afraid this point may not come true." The minister was silent for a while after speaking. "I'll be ninety-eight by then, even if your project is finished on time. I'm not sure I'll be there then." "But I can go." Vannerva Morgan thought. "Now I know that if there are any gods, the gods are on my side."