Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

Jenkins got into the hard space suit, closed the inner door, sealed the bilge, turned on the exhaust pump, sucked all the air, and opened the outer door. He got off the tugboat, dragged the anti-gravity pipeline onto the boat, and heavy pieces of alloy ingots entered the furnace along the pipeline.When the cargo was unloaded, he dragged down the pipe and called Jane on the beam phone. "Goodbye, Jane!" Her tearful face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was suddenly afraid that he would never see her again, so he couldn't help shivering. The headlights of the tugboat flickered, and her calm voice came over the phone: "I'll be waiting for you, Nick."

The tugboat rose into the air, and Nick thought that he might never be able to talk to her again. He couldn't help but want to say a few soft words to say goodbye, but he finally held back.I still have work to do, and the time left is running out. Driving the spacesuit, Nick flew into the laboratory.Those automatic machine tools have long since been tuned up, ready to heat, stretch, curl, and toughen alloys at any time, as well as casting, grinding, and polishing parts, as long as someone looks after them.Nick started the machine tool and watched the white precious alloy coming out of the production line, turning into cables and various components.

He worked so selflessly that he completely forgot about time. A sense of fatigue spread throughout his body, he had a fever, his mouth felt dry, but his body was dripping with cold sweat.The illness took all his strength, and then a wave of nausea hit him, and he felt nothing but darkness. Nick began to vomit, too weak to lift his hands, splattering his helmet.He couldn't see anything, so he groped his way back to the living area. After washing himself up, he looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe his eyes. The hair was falling out, leaving patches of bald scalp.The face was sunken, the beard was unshaven, and blood was oozing from the temple where the helmet had scratched, and running down the cheek.Knowing that the small wound would never heal again, he put an adhesive plaster on it.After Nick tidied up, he put on a cleansed hair mask and returned to the laboratory.

The generator coils are finally tempered and just waiting to be installed.They weigh six tons each, making it impossible for a dying man to move them.However, Jenkins is an engineer after all.He reset the asteroid gravity device, reduced the gravitational force, reduced the weight of those bulky coils to almost zero, and then installed them in place with the thrust of the spacesuit. The main cable was still being tempered, but he fell asleep unknowingly.A few hours later, he woke up, his condition worsening, the high fever made him weak all over, and he could hardly control the steering column of the spacesuit with his hands.

The fear of his imminent death drove him back to work.He pulled the long and thick cable through the pipeline that had been prepared, from the generator to the iron tower on the top of the cliff. Now all that needed to be installed were the transmitter parts, which were two heavy polished parts, and Jenkins couldn't push them even though gravity was gone.The work took almost all his energy. Finally, the parts were in place, and he had to connect them.With shambling steps, he drained the bus and plated the connector with conductive alloy.Finally Jenkins finished testing all the circuits and rose triumphantly.

The Brian Transmitter is finally built! At this time, Jenkins found that the helmet was splashed with blood spots, and it turned out that his nose was bleeding.The bleeding that Dr. Urego was talking about came on, and he knew the bleeding would never stop, but it didn't matter now, his job was about to be done. Jenkins flew back into the dimly lit laboratory.He intended to fly to the control platform, but now that he was too weak to control the steering column of the space suit well, he flew over the platform and fell towards the inaccessible CT hemisphere of the reaction chamber.In a panic, he fumbled for the steering column behind his waist, but couldn't find it. Suddenly, he bumped his head against the red warning sign.

The material iron bars hung him.His trembling fingers finally found the steering column, this time.He managed to land on the platform.A wave of nausea surged up again, he kept vomiting, darkness fell suddenly, and he couldn't see anything. Jenkins lay there motionless for a long time, and gradually he could see again and his mind gradually cleared.After seeing the various instruments and manipulators in front of him clearly, he pressed the button, opened the switch, and the generator started! The green indicator light is on, and the Lemis-Dauberg transition field is slowly becoming stronger, forming a huge potential energy that can contain and absorb strong rays.The fuel pulverizer below is working silently, grinding the fuel into powder, the separation field then purifies the powder, and the reverse force injector sprays the powder into the reaction chamber according to the amount.

The CT reacted strongly with the matter, but Jenkins couldn't see the terrible flames, and couldn't hear the explosion.He succeeded!The huge energy in the reaction field is being transformed into electric energy flowing quietly in the conductive alloy coil. The metering pointer moved slowly with the sharp increase in energy, and the electric energy output by the generator finally formed an energy field that could reach all sides of the solar system, and the pointer stopped.At this time, the required strong potential energy has been established, the automatic relay cuts off the fuel adding system, and the gauge pointer returns to its original position.

Jenkins staggered and pressed the last button hard.He was already parched and exhausted.The disease had almost knocked him down, but thanks to the support of the space suit, he didn't get down on the ground, and his mind was still clear. "The people of the planets..." These triumphant words came softly from the helmet loudspeaker.It was the thick voice of old Drake.On the console, the red beam phone light is flashing, and the high energy beam phone and the automatic shortwave transmitter on the Liberty Star are issuing this new world declaration to all planets big and small.

"The fifth freedom is finally here!" Drake's recording continued, and while Brian was deliberately delaying the realization of this new freedom, people had already prepared for this critical moment, "Endless energy From our CT labs to the entire solar system, you can tap power directly from the field with simple monopole receivers." Receiver voltage and output...   Jenkins threw up again.Sweat was sticky on the body, and the huge CT machine over there was blurred and disappeared, leaving only a dark piece.He listened with all his might. "...for the benefit of all. But those who do not see the benefits, and those who are so selfish in attempting to maintain their longstanding monopoly on energy, are likely to destroy the Brian Transmitter, all of us ordinary people That's not going to happen!" There was a pause, and the recording resumed.

"The people of the planets..." Jenkins stopped listening. He had finished all the work, although the power plant needed timely maintenance and refueling, and by then he was no longer on this earth. He slumped in the space suit and rested for a long time in a daze.Suddenly, he thought of Jane and woke up. She was still waiting for him in the irradiated tugboat.Unable to find a safe passage through the drifting mines and CT meteors, her end can only be death.No matter what her complicated motives are, she saved her own life after all, although he doesn't understand her loyalty to Star Corporation, and her beauty is no longer important to dying people, but she deserves something better than death return. Jenkins reached the yoke, flew off the platform, and out of the lab again. He appeared on the Liberty Star night side.He can't see goodbye.The light of the abbreviation began to wonder whether the retinal hemorrhage had taken away his vision.He glides to the daytime side, when Jane's voice suddenly comes from the helmet beam phone. She is talking loudly. "...without a map, I can't find safe passage through CT meteors and space mines. You must have heard old Drake's stupid proclamation. You have to stop Brian Transmitter." Jenkins click The son was stunned and went limp.Another burst of retching passed, and he felt even weaker.He could hardly believe his ears, the calm voice sounded again. "...horrific situation. Personally prepared to take any risk to disable the transmitter. I recommend ordering the custody fleet to stop outside the meteor stream and bombard Liberty Star with nuclear missiles. One missile hits CT The machine tool will suffice to end our next century of misery. If the Trustee High Commissioner agrees, I'll be here ready to report back." For a moment, the voice died away because Jenkins couldn't hear the other side.Amidst the shock, he couldn't help feeling admiration.After all, she kept her promise, she neither ran away nor stopped his work, but she was still working for the Interstellar Company, even prepared to sacrifice her own life.He smiled wryly, wondering who the speaker on the other side would be. "No, I haven't." Jane's voice sounded again, with a strange hint of apology, "I left him on the Liberty Star, and I haven't seen him since. I'm afraid he's going to die soon, Along with that crazy idea of ​​energy freedom. Perhaps, he would have preferred to die this way." Her hostility to herself was as inexplicable as the help she gave herself, and Jenkins had solved the engineering problem of achieving the fifth freedom, But she herself was always elusive.Another bout of dizziness hit him, and his fingers slid off the steering column.He floated with the spacesuit disheartened, hoping to die soon.