〃Well;〃 Barnes said。 〃We dont have all the facts yet。〃
〃The crash occurred in the ocean?〃
〃Yes。 More or less directly beneath us as we sit here。〃
〃Then there cant be any survivors。〃
〃Survivors?〃 Barnes looked surprised。 〃No; I wouldnt think so。〃
〃Then why was I called here?〃
Barnes looked blank。
〃Well;〃 Norman explained; 〃Im usually called to crash sites when there are survivors。 Thats why they put a psychologist on the team; to deal with the acute traumatic problems of surviving passengers; or sometimes the relatives of surviving passengers。 Their feelings; and their fears; and their recurring nightmares。 People who survive a crash often experience all sorts of guilt and anxiety; concerning why they survived and not others。 A woman sitting with her husband and children; suddenly theyre all dead and she alone is alive。 That kind of thing。〃 Norman sat back in his chair。 〃But in this case…an airplane that crashed in a thousand feet of water…there wouldnt be any of those problems。 So why am I here?〃
Barnes was staring at him。 He seemed unfortable。 He shuffled the files around on his desk。
〃Actually; this isnt an airplane crash site; Dr。 Johnson。〃
〃What is it?〃
〃Its a spacecraft crash site。〃
There was a short pause。 Norman nodded。 〃I see。〃
〃That doesnt surprise you?〃 Barnes said。
〃No;〃 Norman said。 〃As a matter of fact; it explains a lot。 If a military spacecraft crashed in the ocean; that explains why I havent heard anything about it on the radio; why it was kept secret; why I was brought here the way I was。 。。。 When did it crash?〃
''12'' Barnes hesitated just a fraction before answering。 〃As best we can estimate;〃 he said; 〃this spacecraft crashed three hundred years ago。〃
ULF
There was a silence。 Norman listened to the drone of the air conditioner。 He heard faintly the radio munications in the next room。 He looked at the mug of coffee in his hand; noticing a chip on the rim。 He struggled to assimilate what he was being told; but his mind moved sluggishly; in circles。
Three hundred years ago; he thought。 A spacecraft three hundred years old。 But the space program wasnt three hundred years old。 It was barely thirty years old。 So how could a spacecraft be three hundred years old? It couldnt be。 Barnes must be mistaken。 But how could Barnes be mistaken? The Navy wouldnt send all these ships; all these people; unless they were sure what was down there。 A spacecraft three hundred years old。
But how could that be? It couldnt be。 It must be something else。 He went over it again and again; getting nowhere; his mind dazed and shocked。
〃…solutely no question about it;〃 Barnes was saying。 〃We can estimate the date from coral growth with great accuracy。 Pacific coral grows two…and…a…half centimeters a year; and the object…whatever it is…is covered in about five meters of coral。 Thats a lot of coral。 Of course; coral doesnt grow at a depth of a thousand feet; which means that the present shelf collapsed to a lower depth at some point in the past。 The geologists are telling us that happened about a century ago; so were assuming a total age for the craft of about three hundred years。 But we could be wrong about that。 It could; in fact; be much older。 It could be a thousand years old。〃
''13'' Barnes shifted papers on his desk again; arranging them into neat stacks; lining up the edges。
〃I dont mind telling you; Dr。 Johnson; this thing scares the hell out of me。 Thats why youre here。〃
Norman shook his head。 〃I still dont understand。〃
〃We brought you here;〃 Barnes said; 〃because of your association with the ULF project。〃
〃ULF?〃 Norman said。 And he almost added; But ULF was a joke。 Seeing how serious Barnes was; he was glad he had caught himself in time。
Yet ulf was a joke。 Everything about it had been a joke; from the very beginning。
In 1979; in the waning days of the Carter Administration; Norman Johnson had been an assistant professor of psychology at the University of California at San Diego; his particular research interest was group dynamics and anxiety; and he occasionally served on FAA crash…site teams。 In those days; his biggest problems had been finding a house for Ellen and the kids; keeping up his publications; and wondering whether UCSD would give him tenure。 Normans research was considered brilliant; but psychology was notoriously prone to intellectual fashions; and interest in the study of anxiety was declining as many researchers came to regard anxiety as a purely biochemical disorder that could be treated with drug therapy alone; one scientist had even gone so far as to say; 〃Anxiety is no longer a problem in psychology。 There is nothing left to study。〃 Similarly; group dynamics was percei