Chapter 9 chapter eight

It took me a while to figure out that Mike wasn't joking.His plan does have a chance of success.Later, it took me longer to convince Wyoh and the professor that this plan was feasible.Mike's plan was actually quite straightforward. Mike's logic is this: What is "war"?Some books define "war" as "the use of force to achieve political goals"; and the so-called "force" is "the attack force of one object on another object by consuming energy". In war, it's all done with weapons - and the Moon has no weapons.However, Mike searches the category "weapon" and finds that a weapon is nothing more than "a mechanism that controls and uses energy."Energy, there is plenty on the moon.The solar flux per square meter of the lunar surface alone is as high as about one kilowatt.What's more, solar energy can be recycled. It can be said that the energy on the moon is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.As long as there are ice mines and magnetic field generating devices, we can use hydrogen fusion to obtain unlimited cheap energy.The moon is not short of energy, but how should it be used?

The moon also has the advantage of its geographical location.She is located at the top of a gravity well with a gravity of 11 km/s, and is prevented from falling into the gravity well by a 2.5 km/s gravity fence.Mike knew the fence, and his daily task was to throw the grain ships over the fence, and they would slide all the way down to the earth. What would happen if a grain ship with a gross weight of 100 tons (or a rock of equal weight) hit the earth without braking?Mike had already figured it out. The kinetic energy it generates when it hits the ground is equivalent to 6.25 x 1012 joules—more than six trillion joules.

[Scanner’s note: Since TXT text cannot display superscripts, 6.25×1012 in the upper paragraph should be 6.25 times 10 to the 12th power. 】 This energy will be converted into heat energy in an instant.boom!explode!Huge, amazing explosions! It should have been the most obvious thing.Look at the moon, what do you see?Thousands of craters—the result of falling pebbles. Wyoh said, "I don't know what joules are not. You just talk about how it compares to the hydrogen bomb?" "Hmm—" I began to round up in my head. Mike calculated much faster than me, and he had already come up with the answer: "The impact of a one-hundred-ton object hitting the earth is equivalent to the result of a two-thousand-ton atomic bomb explosion."

"'Kiloton' means 1,000 tons," Wyoh murmured, "and 'million' means 100,000,000 tons—Jesus, that means only 50,000ths of the power of a megaton hydrogen bomb." One. What is the use of this bomb?" "Hey, Wyoh," I said unhurriedly, "it's not such a comparison, you have to look at it from another angle: the power of a 2,000-ton hydrogen bomb explosion is equivalent to two million-kilogram trinitrate Toluene (TNT) explosion... just one kilogram is pretty amazing, and the miners know that best. Two million kilograms is enough to level a sizable city. Am I right, Mike?"

"That's right, Mann. One more thing, Wyoh, my only female friend, a gigaton nuclear explosion is inefficient. Because it takes up so little space, most of its power is wasted. Gigaton Theoretically, a bomb of the 2,000-ton class is equivalent in power to 50,000 2,000-ton bombs, but its destructive power is actually only about 1,300 times that of a 2,000-ton bomb." "But they are 1,300 times bigger than us. If we really want to bombard us with such a big thing, we will be overwhelmed. What if they use a bomb with a greater yield against us?" "Yes, Wyoh, but we have a lot of rocks on our moon."

"Oh, yes, quite a few." "Comrades," the professor said, "what you said has greatly surpassed my experience—the bombs I dropped when I was young were much smaller, about one kilogram, and they were still chemical explosives as Mannier said. But I Trust that you two understand what you're talking about." "Of course we know." Mike said. "In that case, I accept your figures. To bring the problem down to something I can understand, please do the scaling. That way I can see why the plan requires us to master the catapult anyway. Okay?" "Okay." Mike and I said in unison.

"It doesn't look like the plan is entirely impossible. We have to control the catapult and keep it performing well. Mike, have you thought about how to protect your catapult from—say, a nuclear warhead missile attack?" The discussion went on for a long time, and then we had dinner.The professor's rule is not to talk about official business during meals.So Mike told a few jokes, each of which seemed familiar to the professor. When we were about to leave the Fortune Hotel, that is, on the evening of May 14, 2075, we had already—more precisely, Mike with the help of the professor—drawn up a revolutionary strategy, including the fact that we would choose several major programs.

It's time for everyone to go, I'm going home, the professor is going back to night class (if he doesn't get arrested), then home, soaking in a bath, packing a change of clothes and necessities in case he has to go back to the hotel that night.Wyoh obviously didn't want to be left alone at the inn.She was a poor little girl who had been courageous when she was desperate to start a revolution. So I called Mumm through Sherlock and told her I was taking guests home. Mumu has her own way of doing things, and any husband can bring guests home, whether it's just for a meal or for a year.Our children have the same freedom, but only with her prior consent.I don't know how other families do it. My family has maintained this habit for more than a hundred years, and it suits us very well.So Mumu didn't ask the guest's name, age, gender, or marital status.It's my right, she has her pride and self-esteem, she doesn't ask questions.She just said, "Okay honey. Have you two had dinner yet? You know it's Tuesday."

This reminds me that we have an early dinner on Tuesdays in our family because that's when Greg preaches.However, if the guests haven't eaten, Mumu will still cook-not for me, but for the guests.In the family, except for the uncle, everyone has to eat on time, otherwise they can only go to the cafeteria to find something to eat. I assured her we had eaten and promised to be home as soon as possible before she left.Even though all religions coexist on the moon, Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, and ninety-nine other religions, I think Sunday is the most common day of worship.Kogreg belonged to a small sect.This school has calculated that the Sabbath is from sunset on Tuesday to sunset on Wednesday local time (this is the local Eden time, which is the second western time zone on the earth).Therefore, whenever it is summer in the northern hemisphere of the earth, our dinner is very early.

Mum always attends Greg's sermons, so be considerate and don't conflict with her schedule.We all go occasionally.I only go a few times a year purely because I love Greg so much.He taught me one trade and helped me switch to another during my most difficult times.He would be happy to lose his own as long as he can keep my left arm.But Mumu went every time—it was just a routine, not a religion. One night, Mumu whispered to me beside her pillow that she had no particular religious beliefs, and then told me not to tell Greg.I don't know which of them is wrong, but I'm glad Greg is still preaching.

Greg is the "child husband" chosen by Mumu since she was very young. When she entered the house, Mumu was still very young, and it was the first time she married a husband after she got married.She had always been very attached to Greg, though she would have vehemently denied the suggestion that she loved him more than any other husband.But the truth is, when he was ordained, she embraced his faith and never missed a Tuesday sermon. "Does your guest want to attend the service?" she asked. I said we'll talk when the time comes, but we'll get there as soon as possible, and I said goodbye to her and hung up. I knocked hard on the bathroom door and called, "Wyoh, put on your makeup, we only have a few minutes left." "Okay!" she yelled from inside.What a girl who is not shy at all. Presently she came out, and asked the professor, "How do I look? Is it all right?" "Dear Wyoming, you amaze me. You were beautiful as you were, and you are beautiful now - but absolutely impossible to be recognized. I am assured that you are safe." Then we waited for the professor to dress up again as an old slob.On his way back, he could go to the back porch to unload, and then transform himself into a well-known professor in front of the students.That way, in case Yellow Jacket was waiting to get him, he'd have an eyewitness too. While waiting for the professor, I told Wyoh about Greg. She said, "Manny, is this a good disguise? Is this a good way to go to church? How strong are the lights?" "It's about the same here. You put on a nice face, and you'll be all right. But you really want to go to church? Nobody makes you go." She said thoughtfully: "It will please your mother—I mean, your first wife, won't it?" I replied slowly, "Wyoh, religion is your own business. But since you asked... yes, if you want to get off to a good start with the Davis family, the most effective way to do it is with me. Go to church with Mum. If you go, I will go too." "I'm going. I thought your last name was 'O'Kelly'." "My last name is 'O'Kelly,' but if you want to be more formal, add 'Davis' to the end and add a hyphen. Davis was the first husband, dead fifty years. David Davis becomes the family name, and all daughter-in-laws are named 'Ms. So-and-so (name) Davis'. The first part is the first name of each male under Davis, and then add his maiden name. Only Mu Tom alone is 'Ms. Davis' - you can call her that, the others just use their first name, and only add Davis to the end when they sign checks or something. Only Lyudmila , she used 'Davis-Davis'. She was very proud of her dual membership, one by birth and one by marriage." "So it is. Then, if a man's name is 'John Davies', he is a generation younger than you; if he has another name, he is your generation, and has a wife in common with you. The thing is, in both cases, a girl could be named 'Jenny Davis', no? How would I tell the difference? Based on her age? No, that won't work. Oops, a What a mess! Big family marriages are complicated, and so is polyandry. My marriage isn't complicated, at least my husbands all have the same last name." "No trouble. If you heard a woman over forty call a fifteen-year-old girl 'Mama Mila,' you'd know who was the wife and who was the daughter—it wasn't even that complicated because our family There are no girls of marriageable age, they are all married. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that they come home to visit. Are your husbands all named 'Nott'?" "Oh, no, they're called Weedosifer, Qiao Lin and Qiaomu Weidosifer, and I'm using my maiden name now." The professor came out, giggling, old-fashioned (looking worse than when he first arrived). We split up, left each of the three exits, and then met at the main corridor.Wyoh did not go with me, because I still had the possibility of being arrested; but on the other hand, she was not familiar with Moon City, which was crowded and chaotic, and even local people would get lost-so I led the way, and she Follow behind, keeping a distance where you can see each other.The professor followed her in case she lost track of me. If I was arrested, Wyoh would call Mike on the public phone and go back to the hotel to wait for the professor.But I'm sure that if any yellow coat wants to arrest me, my number seven will give him good fruit to eat. It's been fine all the way.We went straight to District 5, walked through the city along Cafferty Avenue, came to District 3, and finally stopped at Guantie West Station, picked up weapons and tool boxes-but no pressurized suits, dressed like that to go to church It didn't fit, I hid it there untouched.There was a man in a yellow uniform at the station who didn't notice me at all. We headed south, through brightly lit areas, until we came to the door of Airlock Thirteen.This gate leads to a pressure tunnel.This is the tunnel our Davis tunnel shares with a dozen other farms.I figured the professor was turning the corner, but I didn't look back. I opened the door and locked it again until Wyoh caught up with me, then said to Sister, "Sister, let me introduce you, this is Wyma Beth Johnson." Mumu embraced her, kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'm so glad you're here, dear Waima! Make this home your own!" See why I love our nagging old crones?The same thing that someone else said might make Wyoh's skin crawl - but Mumu was sincere, and Wyoh knew it. Changing Wyoh's name was an idea I came up with on the road without discussing it with her beforehand.Some of my kids were young enough to grow up with contempt for the Warden, but it's best not to risk them slipping into the middle of a small talk, "Wyoming Knott lives in our house"— — that name is listed on "Special File Zebras." But I forgot to remind her.I am indeed still a novice in the business of conspiracy and treason.But Wyoh saw the way, and made no mistake. Greg has put on his sermon clothes and must be going soon.Sister, however, took her time. She introduced Wyoh to her husbands—Uncle, Greg, Hans—and then to her daughters-in-law—Lyudmila, Lenore, Sidiris. , Anna, and then started introducing her to our kids. I said, "Mum, I'm sorry, I want to change my arms." Her eyebrows were raised slightly, which meant "Don't talk about this in front of the children".So I said right away, "You know what? It's getting late and Greg is peeking at his watch. Waima and I are going to church too. I'll get ready first, okay?" Her expression softened, "Of course, honey." As she turned away, I found her arms around Wyoh's waist, and went away in relief. I switched arms, changed the seventh hand to the social hand, and then quickly flashed to the phone cabinet and typed "MYCROFT XXX". "Mike, we're at home, but we're going to church soon. I don't think you can listen in there. I'll get back to you later. Any news from the professor?" "Not yet, Man. Which church? I might have a wire there." "Fire Pillar of Confession—" "No relevant data." "Man, take it easy, I'm not done yet. Slow down and wait for me. Three Community Hall, south of the train station, the phone number is—" "I know. There's a pickup in the auditorium that switches channels, and there's a telephone in the corridor outside. I'll keep an eye on both." "I don't think there's going to be any trouble, Mike." "The professor said it must be done. He's on the phone right now, do you want to speak to him?" "No time, goodbye!" We say make it a habit: keep in touch with Mike and let him know where you are and where you're going.As long as Mike's nerve endings touched there, he'd listen.Here's what I found out that morning: He's capable of listening in on hung-up calls - presumably.This discovery bothers me because I don't believe in magic.But after thinking about it, I understand.Even without the intervention of human factors, the central control system can connect to the phone by itself-of course, the premise is that the central control system is conscious.Mike's consciousness seemed to like to set itself up for eavesdropping. What's really hard to explain is how Mike knew the phone was outside the auditorium, since his concept of "space" is different from ours.However, there is a "map" in his storage, the engineering structure diagram of Moon City.He can almost always match the place we said with the "Moon City" he knows, almost never making mistakes. So, from the day the treason began, we had been in touch with Mike through his pervasive nervous system, and several of us were connected in the same way.If it is not necessary in the future, I will not mention it any more. Mumu, Greg, and Wyoh were waiting outside the door.Mumu was getting impatient, but she still smiled.I saw her lend Wyoh a shawl.Mumu, like other lunar people, doesn't mind exposing skin.But if it's in a church, it's a different story. We finally arrived on time, but we were short on time.Once at church, Greg made a beeline for the pulpit, and we made our way to the pews.I sat there, distracted, thinking about our plan of action.Wyoh, on the other hand, listened attentively to Greg's sermon, and sang along with it when he sang the hymn.Either she has memorized our hymns, or she is very good at peeking at other people's songbooks. By the time we got home, the kids and most of the adults were already asleep.Hans and Sidiris were waiting at the door, Sidiris brought us some cocoa and cookies, and then we all went to bed.Mum had a room for Wyoh in the tunnel where most of the little ones slept, and there were two little boys there when I last looked.I didn't ask her how she turned the room around, but it was clear she was trying to make my guest's stay as good as possible.Otherwise, she could have arranged for Wyoh to sleep with an older girl.Mumu put her there for another reason: usually if I sleep alone, I usually sleep in the studio, and just around the corner from the studio is Wyoh's room.It was a blunt cue to me: "Go ahead, honey. If you're ashamed, don't tell me, just go behind my back." So I slept with Mumu that night, and our first lady is paranoid—it's happened before.That way she would know that I hadn't sneaked into Wyoh's room in the dead of night. Of course, neither of us would admit what we thought.I chatted with Wyoh for a while before bed, and continued after lights out, and then I came back. Instead of saying good night, Sister asked, "Manuel, why does your lovely little guest have an Afro? I think she looks better. Not that she's not attractive enough now. " So I rolled over to face Mumu and explained to her.Simply explain a few words, and you can fool the past.But I found myself telling her virtually all the secrets—except for one thing: Mike.I mentioned Mike, but didn't say he was a computer, only that it was impossible for Mumu to meet him for safety's sake. Tell Mumu all this, and include her in my subordinate branch, or let her be the leader of this subordinate branch—in short, this is to include Mumu in the conspiracy organization.But that doesn't mean I'm the type of husband who reveals everything to his wife.At most I'm being impatient--but now is the best time to let her know about it. Mumu is both smart and capable.This quality is essential to manage a large family without being aggressive and aggressive.All the farming families respected her, and all the people of Moon City respected her.Her qualifications here are older than ninety percent of the residents.She can help us. At home, her help is also absolutely necessary.Without her help, it would have been difficult for Wyoh and I to use the phone at the same time (which would be cumbersome to explain), much less without the attention of the children.But as long as we have her help, we can manage everything at home easily. After listening to me, she sighed and said, "My dear, it sounds quite dangerous." "Yes," I said, "look, Sister, if you don't want to get in trouble, just say . . . and forget what I just told you." "Manuel! Don't talk like that. You are my husband, my dear. I accept you unconditionally, for good or bad... To me, your word is an order." (It's a big lie! But Mumu really believes her own lie.) "I wouldn't put you at your own risk," she continued, "and—" "What, Mum?" "I think every moonman dreams of the day when he's free. Except for those gristles. I've never said these things before, and it doesn't seem to make sense to say them. You have no choice but to look forward. Don't look back, don't think about these things. Nephew I want to thank dear God that I live to see the day when the moon people are free-if there is a day. Tell me again, I will find again Three people, yes? Three trustworthy people." "Don't worry, this matter has to be taken slowly, it is better to be short than to be indiscriminate." "Sidiris can be trusted. She's tight-lipped, that's who she is." "I think you should not develop team members in your own home, you have to expand outward. Don't be hasty." "I won't. I'll discuss it with you before taking any action. And, Manuel, if you want my opinion—" She stopped. "I always need your opinion, Mom." "Don't tell the uncle about this. He has become forgetful now, and sometimes he babbles. My dear, go to sleep now and sleep well."